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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.

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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

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

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

There is something special about using your other senses to enjoy the experience… touch, hearing, etc. Last night had a guy come to my hotel room. I was face down on the bed in the dark with a blindfold on. It was such a turn on to hear him come into the room… hear him undress and then he slowly touched and caressed me all over before spreading my ass and tonguing my hole… all the while not seeing him. Even though I knew he was getting ready to push his cock into me… the anticipation with not seeing what was going on was intense… loved it 💦😈💦

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I love a blind fuck. My som sets me up,with a blindfold and invited his friends and some strangers to fuck me. It’s even hotter when I can’t tell who..

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

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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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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.

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

Last weekend I fisted a Filipino. I pissed in a glass and ordered him to drink it. I don‘t know if he is into it. It was just my order.

It wasn't difficult for Ludvig to have Chris' ass arched up for a feast. Chris was welcomed with a deep long cloud filled kiss that Ludvig had hit when the bell rung. Dazed instantly, Chris felt an immediate ease that allowed himself to Ludvig. It had been a week since Ludvig busted a load. At first, Chris had second thoughts on hooking up with someone like Ludvig. Yet, he reminded him of Klaus in a lot of ways. His behaviour paralleled that of Klaus albeit kinder, friendlier. Ludvig relied on Klaus' endless tales of Chris, fully knowledgeable of his weak spots and moves that drove Chris to submission. Their embrace after the first shotgun continued with Ludvig nibbling his ear, trailing down to his neck with hands gripping his back, encircling the hips. Chris' clothes came off automatically. Barely taking any pause, Ludvig was determined and dexterous in holding Chris' body as they made out. With his back turned, Ludvig continued to kiss his neck from the back, guiding his body to lay on the bed. Arms under his legs, Ludvig effortlessly maneuvered Chris to arch his back, presenting himself to Ludvig as a prize that was now successfully conquered. Ludvig inspected his hole, inserting his fingers periodically with his special lube. Chris' inhibition amplified, pores releasing more sweat which excited Ludvig more than he'd imagine. His hard-on was harder to contain than usual. With Klaus and the random bottoms, there was a built up. Chris, was a wildcard. Perhaps it was also Klaus' voice that was whispering in his head, recalling the things Chris and him had done. Crouched at the end of the bed, Ludvig began rimming Chris in the way Klaus would but with extra steps. He savoured the hole more than Klaus had. "I don't give compliments that much but I've to say you really are something. Do you like getting fucked?" "Yes" "You get fucked often" "Yes" Chris, trying to only respond in a few syllables attempted to fight the compulsion. Panting, he didn't know he would surrender his ass to a man he had only spoken to once. He didn't know how his life was about to change. "How many guys have fucked you?" "One.." "And do you like that? Are you satisfied with just one" "No" "You want more, do you?" Chris turned more feral, shouting "YES.." plea like almost. "Well tonight's your lucky night." Ludvig climbed up the bed, repositioned Chris to a better arch and kneaded his ass while teasing the hole with the tip of his cock. Chris felt Ludvig reaching from behind, whispering to him how his tight hole was ready to bloom. He was hypnotized by Ludvig words, focused on hearing how beautiful his body was, how his legs and ass were built for a cumdump and how he had to free himself to his desire for cum. Every encouragement Ludwig spoke, Chris nodded and affirmed. He first felt the cold metal of Ludvig's PA entering him slowly. His hole muscle was relaxed with little tense. Ludvig went into him further with a quarter of his shaft in, causing Chris to contract in a short moan, tightening the cock in his hole. The precum Ludvig released acted as a second lube, granting Ludvig full access. Both men found their rhythm after, moans occasionally coming out from one or the other but never overtly loud except for their breathing that was heavy in every inhalation and exhalation. When Ludvig was about to announce his first climax, he gradually attached himself to Chris in a tight grip. His head reached closer, resting itself on the right shoulder, trying to not slide off from how sweaty both of them were. Chris, not noticing how he had been gyrating himself onto Ludvig shifted his attention to Ludvig now saying the first words in the past 30 minutes. "I'm so close to bust, I just need you to tell me how bad you want my cum" "I need it, man. Please, just breed me" "I am, boy. You don't just need my cum, you need my charged load, right?" Chris, knowing that Klaus would utter the same words but assured that he was on meds, could not contain himself. This was unchartered territory. He knew the consequences and the million scenarios ran through his thoughts but he was not afraid. At that moment, it felt like fate. He was in the right place. "Yes, I need your charged load. It's what I need. Charged loads" His hips rocked onto Ludvig faster and harder, desperate for his charged load. Ludvig reestablished his control of Chris by slapping his cheeks with his coarse palms as a way to tame him. Ludvig then pushed in and pulled out with better precision after Chris turned immobile. He was fixated only on assuring that he was arched in all fours, only for Ludvig's satisfaction. "Control yourself, boy. Listen to your body...understand what you want. You know you earn this load, you know you will get it. Let me do the rest of the work. This is my gift, after all" His eyes were still dilated and faced to a white wall, filled with a blank gaze of lust. He focused solely on his hole, allowing Ludvig to mount onto him with full control. The tensions disappeared after this shift in mindset. The strokes he felt were far more pleasurable than it first started. He could feel the gush of precum in him. Ludvig's voice appeared again, with his arms coming up to cradle his firm chest, close to a chokehold, inches apart. "Boy I'm really close now...I need you to face down, ass up, you know why?" "Cause that's how we fuck" "Very good." Like a piston, Ludvig's rebuilt his momentum to reach climax. Once he had crossed the point of no return, his moans got louder, electrifying Chris' nerves. "Here's my charged load boy. A real charged one." "Fuck man, give it to me." "Your first, but not definitely not your last.." Ludvig convulsed as he came, releasing shots of his loads into Chris in intervals that he failed to count. It had to be at least 7 or 8 times. All he knew was that the ass he had is cock in was full. It also remained tight. Ludvig's cock, as big as it was trying to stay in Chris, popped out after turning soft. He cupped the cum dripping out for Chris to savour, cleaning his fingers as a bonus. Chris went wild. He wasn't concern at not coming nor being hard at all. Getting bred was his accomplishment. Chris felt Ludvig's arm turning him to lay on his back. Both were now face to face, eyes locked to each other. A nod from Ludvig was returned by another from Chris. Beads of sweat dropped from Ludvig's temple, falling onto Chris collar. He spread his legs for Ludvig to cradle around his waist. Both remain still for a moment before Ludvig reached out the pipe for another hit. They shotgunned with more clouds. Chris had learned how to take in the smoke and control the sensation he felt. They caressed after, heads closer than before in the cloud induced heat. Ludvig went for the neck again, coming up for smooches and nourishing himself on whatever cum was left from Chris' lips. Chris felt Ludvig's erection building under his ass. This followed by having both his legs spread further apart and lifting himself onto Ludvig who entered Chris easier this time. He had tamed him, trained him even. He just wasn't sure whether it was a stallion or a pig that Chris would become... Ludvig came into Chris 4 times that night. It didn't register to Chris that when morning came, it was Friday. He hadn't slept for almost 25 hours. The effects of the cloud started to fade though he was still buzzed. Both took a shower together and Ludvig was impressed at how unnecessary it was to plug Chris given how tight his hole was at holding the loads with no leakage. Chris' perception changed when he left Ludvig's place that morning. He was no longer afraid of himself. He found a sense of confidence like never before. Still riding on the clouds, he came to work as usual. The only side effect he displayed from the T was his willingness to go up the crane. Klaus didn't notice how spun Chris was until he saw his eyes at the end of the day. He saw a hidden pig in Chris that was about to unleash. For the first time, he asked Chris if he was down to hang back at his place. "Sure" was all he said. In his garage, Klaus had built a play room with a bed and a TV hung across. There were shelves decorated with various types of toys on one side, and another with athletic attires, mostly jocks being hung with some framed up. One noticeable frame was a photo of Klaus, Ludvig and Helmut, nude at a beach with arms on each other. They were in their prime in terms of their looks. Helmut was wearing a pair of sunnies and was the only one with a tattoo, biohazard on the right pec. Klaus prepared the water pipe as they got comfortable on the bed. He had no plans to fuck Chris but to have Chris fucked. They both took off their tops but Klaus kept on his jeans. Chris was instructed to wear a torn up jock in black. Hits after hits they made out with Chris pointlessly attempting to take Klaus' pants off. He could only hold onto his solid hard-on forming through the denim. Klaus noticed Chris starring at the photo from time to time. When he reached the familiar state of spun, goldilocks zone as Ludvig would say, he nonchalantly confessed to Klaus that the man pictured next to him was whose loads he had. Klaus looked at Chris, perplexed for a moment before sighing into a chuckle. "Son of a bitch" Unlike Chris, Klaus felt a slight buzz from the clouds. His tolerance was tenfold thanks to the years he had been using. He left the room for his phone, leaving Chris who got fixated on the TV playing amateur home made videos. When Ludvig saw Klaus' call, he smirked since he forgot that it was a Friday where they were going to play. Chris' impact on Ludvig lingered. "Hey, what's the plan-" "Plan's changed. How did you find him?" "Ah I see.." If anything, Klaus was annoyed, as if a trick was played on him. He had always seen himself as the trickster. He knew Ludvig could test him at times but he had thought that those days were done, especially since he believed that them playing around was mostly attributed to him being better looking. For Ludwig, he saw it as an act of favour to Klaus, keeping him in check of his fragile ego. It was easy to calm Klaus down, especially when within 10 minutes the topic changed to what the plan with Chris was. "A pig..." "Or a stallion.." "Maybe both..? Let's discuss. Come over, I haven't hosted in ages" "Thank god.." Ludvig arrived in the next hour, bringing more supplies. Entering the garage, Chris was rubbing his cock with no success, gooning to a video of Klaus, being fucked by Helmut on a beach. Ludvig was probably in his 40s and Klaus didn't look a day past 30. Chris immediately got up when Ludvig came in. He reached for long kiss before Ludvig spat in him. Klaus was intimidated at how docile Chris got around Ludvig. Just from a few gestures, Ludvig had Chris' lips wrapped onto his cock, guiding him to properly suck it and keep it hard. His eyes were still fixed onto the TV. Ludvig looked up to Klaus who was quietly fascinated. He reached to Klaus for the pipe, aiming for a heavier hit. "So here's what we're going to do...I've been thinking bout Helmut. You think of him too no?" Ludvig tilted his head to the photo of them. "Why is it only us 2? Why not more? Look at him. Would be a great addition to something we were once committed too...." Klaus didn't have to hear the whole pitch, he knew that when Ludvig had Chris, it was only a matter of time. "Check the envelope in my bag.." It became clear now why Ludwig was keen on Chris. His viral loads were higher than he had ever seen. He had stopped taking it ever since he told him of Chris. Klaus was convinced. He still kept to his promise of not fucking Chris. The only thing they had to do now was to get Chris on board. Half of the work had been done. The other half started with Klaus filming Chris, taunting him if he wanted to be like the guys in the videos, persuading him to agree to the path they were paving. It had been a while since Chris took a hit. The effects were starting to wither. There were moments of lucidity where he fully understood what was being proposed. It was also too late to turn back given he had already took Ludvig's loads. "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Fuck yea..."

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

We were all laying back together on the couch, taking a much needed breather and drinking water and Gatorade to stay hydrated. Trevor had greedily taken Daddy's ass-cum-and-piss-soaked cock into his mouth as soon as Daddy had pulled out after adding his chem piss to the two loads of POZ cum in the bottom's ass. Just like the tweaked out piggy boi he was there was no hesitation when I told him to clean Daddy's cock. He quickly spun around on his knees and started lapping at Daddy's thick wet dick like a dog lapping at his own nuts! Doing so had given me a perfect view of his sweaty hairy red boihole, the lips puffy from the back to back fucks he had just received from Daddy, and trickles of cum and piss pooling at the center of those lips. I bent forward, giving in to my own piggishness, burying my face between this young boi's sweet hole and began running my tongue around his leaking pucker, tasting the combined nectar there. His natural taste mixed with Daddy's cum and piss - with which I was very familiar - made it hard to stop. But I knew I needed to let the cum soaking inside him STAY inside him and do it's work. Now as we reclined on the couch touching each other's bodies and playing with nips and balls, Daddy turned the pig bottom's attention to the big screen TV which had been playing porn the entire time. The scene that was showing was of a young blond boi about Trevor's age with 2 hard bodied and hard dicked daddys one a hairy sexy white daddy with pierced nipples and the other a gorgeous smooth black Adonis with a dick that looked to be over 9 inches, thick and hard and wet with the young guy's spit. The ebony god's cock was withdrawn from the sucking mouth as white daddy fed the boy a couple of big hits from the pipe. "Ever had a black dick, pig", Daddy asked our boi as we watched the hot scene. "Once, it's been a couple years ago", Trevor answered as he himself took a hit as he was offered a newly packed pipe. "How was it?", I asked. "Did you like it? Was he as huge as that guy in the video?" Trevor exhaled a dick hardening perfect white cloud before answering. "I loved it bro! He wasn't AS big but almost and damn fat too! He fed me two thick loads of cum before he had to leave. Tried to connect with him a couple times after that but never could." Daddy turned Trevor's face to him and shotgunned the hit he had just taken into the pig's receptive mouth. I knew that even though we were taking a break Daddy was determined to keep the pig's high constant. As Daddy pulled back from the shotgun and looked into Trevor's dark pupils he said, "Bet a big black cock like that would feel real good in your boipussy now that you know how great getting fucked can be. Don't you think so?" Trevor blew out another cloud of smoke and coughed hard. "Damn Daddy! I don't think I could take anything that big! He's so fucking HUGE!!" Daddy pressed the point, planting the idea and desire in Trevor's tina controlled mind. "But I bet you'd try, wouldn't you? If a cock like that was here and offered to you, give you some more tina, and you'd be ready to feel that big beautiful black shaft opening you up. Am I right boi?" Daddy asked with a leering grin. Trevor shuddered in a combination of desire and fear. "Maybe", he finally half whispered. Then, "Oh damn it would feel incredible I bet!" Daddy chuckled as he ran a rough fingertip across Trevor's exposed hole, making him close his eyes and moan in pleasure. "No telling what will happen this weekend, boi. Your daddy and bro want to give you so much (he gave me a knowing smirk when he said this!), and explore all your darkest hottest fantasies. Some you may not have even admitted to yourself," he finished saying as he slid his thick finger into our pig's wet warm hole. "OOOOOOOOOO, daddy. That feels so good. MMMMM. Play with your boi's hole." "I will boi. Look at that kid on the screen. He is loving that big black cock in his mouth!" Trevor opened his eyes to watch and moaned again as Daddy slid a second finger inside him. "You see that tattoo on that black fuckers belly boi? Just above his pubic hair?" Trevor fixed his eyes on the screen again as we all took in the sight of the red scorpion standing out clearly against the black skin it was painted on. "Yes, daddy, I see it", he spoke softly and hesitantly. Daddy smiled at me over Trevor's head as I moved the bag of tina shards next to him. "Do you know what it means?" he asked as he withdrew his fingers from the pig's wet hole and dipped them into the bag of tina. "Oh, Daddy! Please! Don't stop! Please put them back in me!" "I am boi. Here", and he slid his tina coated fingers back into the hungry hole, causing a loud moan of delight to escape his lips. "Oh yeah, daddy. That's it. Thank you! It's burning a little bit though, but still feels so good". "That's probably because your hole's a little tender from getting fucked the first time. Let daddy use his fingers to massage it and it'll feel real good in a minute." Daddy is such an evil fucker!! My cock was throbbing so hard! "MMM. yes, daddy. It's feeling good. It's feeling real good." "Told you boi. Trust what daddy tells you. I'm here to make you feel good. Now you didn't answer me before. Do you know what that tattoo means?" Trevor looked from Daddy's face back to the screen where now the black stud was behind the white twink lining up his bare cock with the hairless hole. "Yes, Sir. It means he's pos...positive. HIV." Trevor breathed out the last word quietly but almost reverently. "Does that scare you boi? Does it turn you on? How's it make you feel?", as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of the horned up boi's hole. Before Trevor could answer we all watched as the black toxic dick began sliding into the twink's lubed up hole. The boi in the video arched his back and cried out, "Fuck YESS!! Fuck me with that black monster Daddy! Fuck your boi with your Big Black POZ cock! Oh gawd yes....do it!!" "OH Fuck!" Trevor blurted out. "That is so damn hot! Yeah do it daddy. Fuck your boi with your big black poz cock!" Daddy rammed three fingers all the way inside Trevor's hole at these words as we both leered at each other and Trevor moaned, watching the POZ sex on the screen and feeling daddy's fingers inside him. He was talking to the black daddy on the screen caught up in the moment but we both knew he was almost ready! And daddy and I were ready to start round two!!

Grabbing the meaty cheeks of the young hot pig pushing his ass out toward me I spread them wide and almost gasped with dark hunger as his pink hole smiled at me thru the tufts of black hair surrounding that still-innocent pucker. This boi's hole was MADE to be eaten, fucked, bred....and knocked up! And with the tina in my system ratcheting up my own piggy hunger I was ready to take care of the first penetration....my eager tongue into the depths of that virgin bi pig hole! Along with a good number of tina shards once I had him wet and loosened. And leather daddy and Miss T had him distracted. I moved my face within a couple inches of his hole and gently blew across it. I felt his asscheeks quiver in my grip as I did so, and heard his muffled moan as daddy had his entire dick buried in the cockpig's throat. I blew one more time on the hole then could not hold back, and moved my head and neck forward, my tongue leading the way as it made contact with his sweaty and quivering asslips. DAMN!! Did his hole taste good....and that was just the first taste. I couldn't wait to really taste him as I would get him loose enough to take my tongue past his hole into his chute. And I wasted no time! I grabbed his asscheeks more firmly for a better hold, spread them wider and noisily began licking, lapping and probing at his sweet never-before-fucked hole. His moans though still muffled became louder and his whole body started shaking as he pushed his ass back eager to get more of my tongue into him. I gladly obliged! "You like your pig brother's tongue on your sub pig cunt boi?" Daddy asked him. I heard an eager muffled response which I knew was a definite "YES!". GAWD! I couldn't get enough of this boi's hole on my tongue. It was going to be even so much sweeter once daddy and I worked him at both ends with tina to get him flying. As I feasted I heard daddy tell him to take a couple hits off the pipe. As he took daddy's dick from his mouth, just before taking the pipe stem between his lips he spoke in a heated half whisper half moan to me..."Oh fuck yeah dude! Eat my hot hole. Fuck it with your tongue! Damn that feels so good!! Never had anybody do that before...oh..yes..please!" I slapped one hand on his hairy asscheek to let him know I heard him, as I heard daddy tell him to take a couple of really big hits off the pipe and it'd make my tongue feel even better in his hole! I was only vaguely aware of their actions as in my hunger I was lost in worshipping this pig's ass with my tongue! I knew too that I needed to get it good and slicked up and loosened for the tina daddy wanted me to slide inside that hole. I heard daddy compliment the sub pig on his cloud then heard the click of the lighter as I redoubled my piggish drilling of this sweet hole offered to me. I ate him for about another 5 minutes or so before I reached over to the bag of nice chunky shards of tina and grabbed a 2 or 3 good sized pieces between my wet fingers. I pulled my tongue from the spit drenched hole and my face from the sweaty hairy crack as I moved the fingers with the tina just above his crack. I heard him whimper around daddy's dick in disappointment. "Don't worry, pig," I told him. "I'm not done. Just need to catch my breath. But I'm gonna slide my wet fingers in that hot hairy hole of yours. I think you're needing something in there don't ya?" I saw him bob his head up and down as he mumbled another yes around the meat in his mouth. I winked at daddy then pulled on one cheek with my free hand and slowly slid the 2 fingers covered with the t into his receptive hole. he winced and flinched as he felt the burn of the tina but I held his waist tight and daddy held his head. "It's ok, boi," I said reassuringly. It's just burning cause your hole is so tight. You'll start to feel real good in a moment when you get used to it. Why don't you ask daddy for another hit off the pipe in the meantime?" I finished as my fingers moved further into his heated hole and the tina began to melt in to him. Now the REAL pig boi was going to come out!!

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