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

I have taken many monsters. My first was 9” I was young and broke in after that. My first long term relationship was with a man with 10”. I took him with a big smile every time.

I 'himed and hawed' for three days over the job application. I certainly couldn't let anyone back home know where I'd be working, but finally concluded, 'that's why I left home.' My job was cleaning out rooms after guys left. Changing the sheets. That kind of thing. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it paid the bills. And the side benefits of guys constantly flirting with me, making it clear they wanted my body, my ass was very attractive. The management turned a blind eye to when it moved from flirting to me actually having sex, as long as they were quickies and didn't interfere with getting my work done. I became very good friends with the nymph. He got me invited to many orgies. For the next year I had tons of sex with a huge assortment of guys. I grow to love cruising in the woods of the huge inner city park. Whenever I went, night or day, there seemed to be lots of guys ready to suck and fuck. My ass was hosting a dozen guys per week and eight to twelve loads planted deep. This required frequent trips to the sexual health clinic. My ass was beginning to feel like a pin cushion. Then one afternoon coming out of a movie I saw him. He was buying a ticket. The classic tall dark and handsome. Fur spilling out at his neck, beautiful curly hair and sexy five o'clock shadow. I had never done this before but I walked right up to him and gave him my number. I smiled as I handed it to him, "Not pressure, but perhaps we could do coffee, a drink, or whatever. " He smiled back and accepted my note. I didn't expect to hear anything but the next afternoon got a call from him. "Might whatever include a walk?" We walked and talked for hours. I was in love. We had lots in common. We didn't talk about sex so I didn't tell him where when I reluctantly excused myself so I wouldn't be late for work. I did hookup with a muscular hunk at the end of my shift. But my mind was on my walk date, imagining sex with him. My hookup noticed I was distracted. He probably should have just walked away, but it was late and he was clearly ready to get off. "You want this or not?" He asked with a surly voice. "Fuck, sorry man. Yeah, you’re so hot." "So what do you want?" Not quite as angry. "To please you and this beautiful cock. You a top?" "Yup." "Fuck me, breed me." And he did. It was an angry fuck, and I loved it. I imagined my walk date pounding me. For the next week I saw David, my walk date, and my infatuation almost everyday. I never talked about my work or my sex life. I was growing frustrated this wasn't leading to sex, but I so enjoyed his company and was infatuated by his handsome good looks. Then one night we went to a gay bar. We danced and drank and danced some more. When his shirt came off I was breathless. When he removed mine before a slow dance I feared I'd cum in my pants. At the end of the dance he kissed me tenderly. One of those lingering kisses that grew more and more passionate. Finally he asked the golden question; "Your place or mine?" As far as I was concerned we couldn't get to his place fast enough. We didn't talk about sexual positions, sexual histories, STD protection, nada. He stripped me, laid me on his bed, removed his clothes, I lifted my legs, ate my ass, mounted and bred me. He fucked me three more times through the night and over breakfast invited me to move in. I immediately gave notice on my place and never slept there again. Every bedtime my legs were in the air and this God's cock was in my ass. We never talked about it, but the assumption was we were a monogamous couple. Knowing I couldn't go home with cum in my ass I refused all invitations at work in the bathhouse. Well until I didn't one night. Five very hunky guys were having a great party in a sling room. David and I had been together for a month. The sex was still great, but I was beginning to miss my old ways. Two of the guys from the party kept coming onto me hard and heavy. I was more than tempted and knew I'd lost my fight to resist when I allowed them to kiss me. They immediately dragged me to the party room. I didn't resist. Five sets of hands attacked my clothes and before I knew it I was strapped into the sling. As many more than five cocks ravaged me over the next two hours I didn't think about David once. I was dripping and gaping when I went to the showers and took three more loads there. Only as I decended the stairs to leave the bathhouse did the dread of what I had just allowed hit me like a Mac truck. David was sound asleep when I crawled into bed and I prayed two things for hours as I couldn't fall asleep. That he wouldn't wake and want to make love and that the cum I hadn't been able to push out wouldn't leak out if I did fall asleep. I did manage a couple hours sleep and David said nor asked nothing about the night before over breakfast or ever again. I quit my job the next day and got a job waiting tables within twenty four hours. In two years I'd established a great reputation and was able to move to a very nice high end restaurant where the tips were great. David assumed I'd been waiting tables all along and I never corrected this. Five years into our relationship we began hearing rumors about a gay disease in San Francisco. Within a year or so it started showing up in our city, and some of our friends grew ill, a couple died very quickly. The AIDS epidemic was soon in full swing. David and I were so grateful to be monogamous. But, David was so frightened he insisted we start to use condoms. I had struggled within myself with temptations over the years. Especially when wealthy patrons at the restaurant would flirt or invite me to their hotel to increase their tip, wink, wink. But I had resisted, especially with the onset of AIDS. My mom died after a lengthy illness. I'd been home a couple times during the illness but it was at the funeral home that Peter came to pay his respects. I was concerned he looked a bit gaunt, but he assured me he was well and suggested we meet for a drink after the funeral and before heading back to my now home. Noone in my hometown knew about David. I accepted the invitation but was determined to send last minute regrets. I didn't trust myself around my childhood friend. But, at the last minute I gave in and met him at the bar. It was like we had never been appart. We talked about the great sex we had shared. Our many sexual adventures over the years. I hadn't felt so free and comfortable to talk about this part of my life in years. When I finally talked about David, our monogamous relationship, my grave temptations but resistance, Peter's eyes lit up with growing lust. "I've gotta piss. You?" He asked with an unmistakable seduction. I knew I shouldn't go but followed anyway. We went right to the farthest stall. I dropped my pants and with only spit for lube he was balls deep into me. He'd stop fucking when we heard the door. When the guys would leave we'd giggle and the pounding would continue. "So where would David want me to leave my load?" I had told him my frustration with the condoms. "Shit, David ! You better pull out. " I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "But what do you really want?" "Fuck Peter, you know I want you to breed me ... but you better pull out. " His breathing was heavy and his voice was raspy. "I ... wa ..nt to ... give you ..." I should have pushed him away then and there, but instead I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep. I knew he was unloading in me and it felt amazing. "Fuck yeah man. I needed that!" "I know you did. Glad to accommodate. " said Peter.

We’ll have to see about a part 2… although I have some ideas.

Love it. Have done so a few times at a sauna I used to go to. Blindfolded myself then stuck my arse in the air in one of the private rooms. On one occasion I was fucked four times by, presumably, different guys while I continued to sniff poppers. Loved it.

I cum in this one guy 150 loads so far.

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 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.

From the point of view of the professional medical/psychiatric community, sexual addiction, as addiction, is not a recognized condition. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual V (DSM-V), the manual used in the United States for diagnosis of mental disorders, does not contain a diagnosis for sexual addiction. The International Classification of Diseases-11th Edition (ICD-11) includes a formal diagnosis of compulsive sexual behavior disorder, but it’s classified as an impulse-control disorder, not an addiction. So, technically the answer is No. However, the degree to which certain impulse-control disorders can be considered behavioral or “process” addictions is a matter of debate and research in the professional sphere. The prevailing hypothesis appears to concern the dysfunction of reward centers of the brain due to a reduction in response to dopamine as a result of frequent exposure to stimuli, but a number of factors, including genetics, environment, and comorbidity of other mental conditions, may be implicated. In the case of substance abuse disorders, the substances themselves may cause physical changes in the brain that precipitate the addiction, but a behavior does not have this effect directly. So, hypothetically, the answer is Maybe. Undeniably, there are persons who suffer from an impulse-control disorder that is termed Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder that causes them distress and drives them to behavior that interferes with the normal, healthy function of their lives. To the extent that one might consider addiction in a broad, vernacular sense, the answer is yes. But none of the answers provided in the poll are really helpful in assessing the question.

AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….

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

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.

Back to the sauna this Sunday, having not been for quite a while. I'm going to be using every possible option in the darkroom to try and get lots of raw cock and hopefully loads up inside me - on my knees on the bench, bent over the bench, leaning against the wall at the back where it is totally dark and playing with/sucking guys in the hope I can then back onto their bare cocks. Can't wait!

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/say-it-i-will-breed-u-deep-14877030

When it comes to piss, it seems piss drinkers fall into (roughly) two categories: Those into piss, and those into the pisser (and then there's always "versatile" guys lol). i'm strictly "into the pisser." i don't relate to drinking piss from a glass or bottle, or in any way detached from a Mans Cock. For me, the piss itself is the lesser reason for the act of receiving. i'm still working on getting past the taste of piss, has no appeal at all for me. For me, it's all about receiving a Mans desire,, lust, release, pleasure. If a Man agreed to piss in my mouth, just because i wanted it, it wouldn't work for me. For me, it's about connecting mutual desire. i'm the same with force or bullying. A man who would try to force or bully me into taking his piss would be totally missing the point (for me, i know this is not universal). A big part of the mind fuck and power dynamic for me is Him realizing the power and control He already has. Force or bullying comes off as compensatory, him not realizing his position with me. For me, there is nothing hotter than a Man Who shows His desire and asks if i will hold His cock in my mouth so He can piss. There's courage in the act of asking because it risks rejection... but He also realizes His full power when He is pretty confident i will say "yes" and He obtains my submission through my need/desire. That is missing when a person uses force. He may get capitulation, but that is different from desire/need based submission.

Don't think I would like it. I am a bottom for sure but not being able to see would give up to much.

I'm exactly the same. 🔥

There are parties/events worldwide dedicated to just this: check out Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin and other German cities, also known as ‘Horsefair’ in London and other English-speaking countries.

That is my thing. As anonymous as it can get. 1. Door open face down, ass up 2. Dom having my strapped to bench and not knowing who is doing me.

That’s the thing, though. Addictions, by definition, aren’t considered addictions until they begin causing harm to the person having them. Not everyone who has sex at every opportunity is a sex addict - some people are just promiscuous sluts. For them, a claim of addiction is just another way of saying ‘the Devil made me do it’.

This story is heavily influenced by the story "the cum courier". Also, I will say in advance. Anyone into story telling or nasty talk hit me up. I see myself as the main character of this story. The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamflet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was a short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room of with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. "This is the condition pig, you need to be willing and able to hold these loads in you, you can't ask what or where they are from, you do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. I think about it. And slowly nod. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress, and stand there, naked among fully clothed men. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. Clearly he knows what he is doing. I drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking, I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They are all behind me now. Staring at my hole, waiting to see the sperm go up my hole. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. But then something happens. "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell, as I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall and do a handstand. Now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I crouch back down slowly and simply say "please... more" and they pour the rest in. As last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. There's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices a little bit of sperm dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts it in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. he first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. To be continued.

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.

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….💦💦💦

Actually, since you said that, it is amazing the shit some people make up.

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

Carrying Bobby back to the room I was amazed at how light the little guy is. I still can’t believe that he is 22 but as he is willing to be my little brother or my little boy I don’t really care how old he is as long as he doesn’t mind staying a boy. I have always been attracted to younger guys but wouldn’t go near a minor and that first day I met Bobby I knew he was the boy for me. He looks so peaceful in my arms yet just minutes ago he got the most brutal fuck I ever gave anyone and he went from being the hole I was destroying to his innocent self so quickly almost like he never stopped being innocent even while I was knocking him up. Wow, I hope he never loses that ability. I plan on doing everything I’ve dreamed about to him and he so far has shown that he is willing but soon we will see what he thinks of me letting other men use his little body. I set him down in order to open the door and as I was opening it one of the guys that held him down on the picnic table walked up to him and asked if we wanted company. As the guy spoke Bobby was staring at the guys erect and dripping nine inch boywrecker and said, “It’s up to my Daddy” and then looked up and smiled at me so I knew he wanted it and I told the guy that we had some party prep needs first and the guy said he’d grab his kit and I told him to give us a couple of minutes then to join us. We went in the room and I said to Bobby, “Looks like you have decided already you want other guys to use your body” “I never thought about it before but when you told me I would need more cock I believed you and once I saw his cock I wanted it so bad and since he was nice enough to hold me while you took me I thought maybe you’d hold me while he does me.” I pulled Bobby into my chest and kissed him as I stuck in a finger in his pussy which caused him to moan into my mouth and got me to kiss him rougher and I started shoving two fingers and he just moaned even more. The rougher I got the more he moaned so I asked, “Bobby, do you want this guy to be really rough on your body?” “Oh yes Daddy, I don’t want him to make love to me as I only want that from you, I want him to just take me, rape me, hurt me and I want to try to fight him off so you could hold me while he hurts me more. The ministers were right, men will hurt me, and I’ve dreamed about this day for most of my life and I want men to just use me as they want to.” “Well, I am sure he is very willing to rape your new boypussy until you are screaming. Are you ready to get higher now too? “Yeah I want everything from you but I want to be able to remember this first guy who uses me” “I will give you enough to make you want everything and more but not enough that you’ll blank out” The guy knocked and when I opened the door I saw he had more than just his kit as he had a big gym bag. He entered and I closed the door behind him as he held up his bag and said I brought some toys if you feel like using them on the boy. This perked Bobby right up and he said “I love playing with toys” which caused me and the guy to laugh. I put my arm around Bobby and said to the guy this here is my boy Bobby and I’m Stephen, and then Jim introduced himself and commented that it didn’t look like we partied yet and he was wondering if there may have been mis-communication. I told him that today was not only the first fuck for Bobby but also he took his first booty bump but now he is going to feel a rush and I thought it best to wait for you so that you didn’t knock while I was slamming him. Hearing that, Jim pulled out his kit and unzippered it showing four points ready to go. “Let’s get him tweaked then!” “Thanks but I want to start easy with him” I told Jim, and he replied “That's good as I don’t do it often and my points are all only .3”. That is more than I thought about giving Bobby but not so much as to make his memory cloudy so I told Bobby “This will be strong enough for you to feel awesome but you’ll remember this night for a long time.” Although I hoped Jim was honest about the dose. Jim then reached into his bag and pulled out a little league baseball cap and put it on Bobby’s head and said “Perfect” and turned to me and asked if I wanted to do the boy while he enjoyed the rush and I said no I want you to rim Bobby first as I make sure he’s ok and then when he tells us he is ready you can take him and then I’ll slam myself as I watch you two. I had Bobby sit up on the bed as I put the tourniquet on him and told him what to expect and not to be scared. “Daddy, I don’t think I will ever be scared again, at least not when I am with you” “Good boy, now hold still", as Jim handed me an alcohol wipe and he cleaned his arm as I did Bobby’s and then Jim handed me a point. Finding a vein on Bobby's pure white flawless arms was easy and within a moment I got the flash and as I loosened the tourniquet a little, I told Bobby, “Time to fly” as I started slowly pushing the plunger in and then Bobby whispered “Daddy, I love you”. I removed the point and tourniquet and held Bobby’s arm up as I held a cotton pad over the injection site. Bobby’s face went from a confused look to a surprised/worried look then he coughed twice and the calm peaceful smile came back and he started to lean back so I let down his arm and he laid down and smiled at me. We heard Jim cough also and a moment later he got on the bed and asked if everything was good and Bobby looked at him and said “It will be good once you start using me” which got me to laugh again but Jim said nothing just lifted Bobby legs and actually bent him almost in half as he started to lick all around Bobby’s hole. Bobby gasped with the feelings going through him and told me that he felt so fucking good, and I told him to enjoy it and let me slam myself so I could join him. Jim started to get his tongue inside and Bobby’s mouth was wide open as if he was trying to gasp or moan in pleasure. I slammed myself and then laid down next to Bobby and made out with him for a couple of minutes until Bobby said “Daddy this feels so good but shouldn't my boypussy be hurt too”. Jim hearing that stopped eating Bobby’s hole and looked at me and I told him “Jim, I think you should rape Bobby and make his boypussy sore.” Jim told Bobby “I will rape and punish your boypussy and you can scream all you want but I will not stop even when you beg. Your Daddy will tell me when you had enough and I am not stopping until then.” Then Jim asked me “should I pull out and shoot all over him?” and again Bobby beat me to the reply and said “I do not waste cum so you must shoot it in my bum, I mean my boypussy, or my mouth”. Jim then looked at me as he tapped his highly stylized biohazard tattoo that I hadn’t even recognized and when I nodded ok to him he exclaimed, “Boy your pussy is getting wrecked tonight but first it needs a warm up” as he lifted Bobby’s legs high and started to spank his perfectly smooth white ass and it didn’t take long before he had it red and Bobby started to tear up a little which satisfied Jim and he lowered Bobby’s legs onto his shoulders and without saying anything plunged into Bobby completely and much rougher than I would have and as Bobby screamed I covered his mouth with mine and made out with him as he continued to scream into my mouth.

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was sitting home a bit horny scrolling through grindr when I came upon a profile less than a mile away that looked interesting. It was a black man, 5-8, 150 lbs, 38 yo. Versatile top, 8" cut and he had bb tagged, He only had torso pics but he was lean , smooth and muscular. I immediately asked if he was looking and quickly got a response asking what I was into. I replied I was 50, 6-0, 180, smooth, white, 7" versatile bottom who loved to make out, kiss, mutual oral, rimming, poppers and I that preferred bareback. We both unlocked our pics and I was greeted by a hot man with a buzzed head, the most wonderful lips. His cock pic was awesome too....fat, long with low hanging balls. He asked if I hosted, I said yes. No discussion of status just an affirmation that we both wanted bareback. I gave him my addy and within 30 minutes was at my door. I led him to the bedroom, and we immediately started kissing. OMG he was such a passionate kisser. Those full lips and that tongue probing my mouth. We were undressing as we kissed and as he dropped his pants his dick popped out. Holy shit. Hard as rock, bulging veins with an abrupt upward curve leading to a mushroom head. Below were a set of low hanging balls that I began to imagining emptying into me. We went to the bed where we continued kissing passionately. I soon started to make my way down, sucking on his nipples than tonguing his balls and crotch and then lifting his legs to find an incredibly hairy hole which contrasted with his smooth chest. I ate him out for at least 10 minutes while he moaned and stroked my head. I was soon sucking that huge dick tasting his precum and enjoying every minute. But my goal was to have him breed me. I ate his ass some more then came up to kiss him. We kissed for a while and then he told me to roll on my back. He grabbed the poppers he spotted by my bed and handed them to me then lifted my legs and began eating me like I've never been eaten before. He spent 10 minutes licking and sucking on my hole. It was so wet and relaxed. He then lined up his cock with my ass which was my cue to hit the poppers. Soon he was entering. It didn't hurt but was so intense. He was kissing me as he slid in further and then he hit the poppers going balls deep and stopped. I was so full and in ecstasy. Now he began fucking. Rhythmically and hard. He would pull out eat my hole some more and slide in. Every time he pulled out I'd beg him to fuck me more, to breed me. Now he was getting verbal, telling me he's going to knock me up, he starts to moan and yells take my poz nut. I was a little shocked because we never discussed status but I wanted a connection with him so bad.....I wanted HIM to poz me. His breathing was getting heavier and his dick went so deep inside and suddenly stopped. There was silence but I could feel his dick pulsating knowing his poz babies were flooding me. He stayed in me for a while and passionately kissed me and then rolled over on his back. I went down on his dick cleaning off his cum and my ass juices. We laid there and I asked "are you really poz?" He said he was, he just found out a few weeks ago. I asked if he was on meds and he said not yet. He then asked if I was poz and I replied no. He appeared shocked and said I thought you were for sure by how uninhibited you were. He asked if I was upset. I told him I wasn't because it was the most awesome sex I had ever had and if he did poz me it was worth it. To be continued

The feeling of getting through the sigmoid colon is probably the most incredible feeling I've ever felt in my life. Takes me a huge amount of playing to get there but damn is it worth it.

My friend took cum in his ass from four anonymous guys.

Indeed... Joe, Stephen Colbert's drummer is a guy who I am very attracted to and yet I've never met him, and likely never will.

ANYONE NEED TO UNLOAD? 71, LU6 3SF DOORS OPEN 😈

Incredible. In the early chapters, it is simply a nice change seeing an older man corrupted by a younger guy, taught to fuck and party. It continues with Justin's growing eagerness for experience. In the later chapters, it evolves into a beautiful story of incest role play, eventually transforming into real incest. Justin's desire for Drew-as-Jeremy then for Jeremy himself is so hot. I love how he watches his son's corruption onscreen, hearing him beg to be bred, seeing him take his first slam. I am eager for the great reveal, for Jeremy's reaction to his Dad's handsome face, the obscene lust in his tweaker eyes. I wonder if Justin has any nephews he and Jeremy could convert...? Anything to keep this story rolling.

Always give him eye contact when speaking to him and smile a lot... Chat to him and ask him things but not too probing... Drinks after work or lunch? Once he falls for you - you will know.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/68563/bbc-fucking-white-fag-moaning/ This is much more like it! Would love to know who these are.

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. 🙂

I had a tough breakup where we had both not been interested in sex for a long time. During my rebound phase an older daddy type guy chatted with me and convinced me to go with him to a sauna for the first time. We just stayed in the room to ourselves but he introduced me to poppers and that kind of hot sexual environment. He came in my ass while I could hear other guys getting fucked and it just flipped a switch I have never been able to flip back.

The site is rapidly declining. Far too many sketchy short videos of guys using drugs. Not enough videos of actual fucking and breeding.

Hell yes I remember him. How could I not? He changed my life. I was in a large city far from home with my GF, we were staying at her mother's place visiting for a week or so. One day I went for a walk alone and stopped in a bar for a beer. Friendly place, all guys. One beer turned into several as they often do when you are in your 20s. I ended up at a table with a guy and he clued me in that I was in a gay bar. I'm an adventurous guy so I decided to see where this would go. The gay dude was handsome as hell, about my height and weight. He slowly escalated things, like telling me I had a hot looking ass, briefly caressing my cock through my Levi's and telling me how big it felt and then after several beers proposing that we go somewhere for some privacy. I was turned on as hell although I had never even considered gay sex before so I left with him thinking I would probably get a blowjob. Well, I got a hell of a lot more than that, I ended up leaving hours later with a couple of loads in my no longer virgin ass. I went back to my girlfriend and after a quick shower drug her back to the bedroom for a good fuck. My appetite for adventure has almost gotten my killed on a few occasions but it has also lead to some grand times. I don't remember the guy's name but I remember his face, his cock, and that he was a real nice guy who kind of counseled me and gave me some guidance to deal with the maelstrom of emotions I would go through in the days after. I was really lucky to have someone like him initiate me into the pleasures of gay sex.

“On a forum no Christian ever reads” BWAHAHAHAHA You think Christians don’t fuck bareback? I’m a Christian, and this is my 4,001st post here. And you think no member of the House of Representatives would ever sully his eyes on such content? I assure you, some of those people are among the sleaziest, most corrupt whoremongers on the planet. How about good ol’ George Santos, who evidently used campaign donations to pay for his subscription to OnlyFans? You can’t make this shit up.

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

I'm trying to get better. Some days are okay then some days either trauma, dysphoria, or depression or even all three hit. Some days I find myself standing on my bridge looking down trying to find a reason not to jump off. My list of reasons to keep going is getting longer, so that's progress 🤗🤗

Surprised no one has mentioned this yet... but as a bottom, the best way for me to cum is from getting fucked/bred. Only happened a few times for me, but when it has, it's the best orgasm ever.

When I top I usually try to get my cock in as deep as possible into a guys guts to shoot. I usually stay there while ejaculating, then thrust a few more times.

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

So I've been browsing the stories here on breeding.zone and decided to share some of my experiences. I never really "pnp'd" up until a year and half ago. I played it safe with guys, mostly just sucking them off, and in the early years of experimenting with guys, occasionally topping guys. I tried to bottom but never could get past the initial pain, get walked through by a top, and even with the aid of poppers, just never could enjoy it. Then after going through some relationship issues with a girl (I'm bisexual), I decided during a stop-over with my work to hookup with a guy. He approached me on a hookup site and asked if I had ever pnp'd. I told him no, but I might be willing. He wanted to know if was okay with coke and molly. I had to look up molly to see the effects, but after reading, figured what the hell. I went over to his apartment and picked him up, along with some coke. He was still waiting to hear back from his dealer about the molly. We headed back to my hotel room. The guy was a very attractive younger black guy. He was into just about everything, bisexual, and just wanted to have some fun. He pulled out the coke, made a few lines, and showed me how to snort some. I tried it. It was pretty good. We threw on some porn, drank a few beers, and started to jerk off together. He had a nice 8" averagely thick cock, mine a decent 7". I offered to suck on him a bit, the high hitting me. I did this for a bit, alternating between jerking us both off and sucking on his delicious cock. About 20 minutes into this, his dealer calls him up, and we make arrangements to go and pick it up. After the pickup, we head back to the hotel, popping a few pieces of molly. He said it would probably take as long to get back to the hotel for it kick in. So we get back, strip down, turn the lights down, and thrown on porn. Drinking a bit of some beer we bought, along with hitting a few more lines and popping molly. We start talking a bit raunchy, about a few taboo things. The porn we were watching was just getting really good (for the life of me i can't remember what it was, some girl and a guy i think), and then just waves of heat it me. I'm starting to jerk off furiously, and I'm hitting wave after wave of pleasure. Horny as all get out. He knows I'm flying, and he starts to talk really dirty, really raunchy, really taboo. I'm telling him my little secrets and fantasies, things I've never told anyone. He's leaning back in his chair, his cock hard as hell. He's rubbing his nipples and looking at me like I was this gorgeous hunk. I drop down infront of him, crawling like a bitch in heat. All I can fathom in my brain is how much I want to please him, suck his hard cock, how I could imagine his cock in my ass, fucking me. I ask him if I could please suck his beautiful black cock, if I could just please him this black Adonis god infront of me. He just nods. I reach up to his cock, slowly stroking it, as I take it in my mouth, licking it. I suck it in deep, and just worship it. I lick it top to bottom, his balls, his taint; I spit on it, and take it in as far as I can go. I just work it, work it because this was my god's black dick. I was loving it. He's talking to me the entire time, just on fantasies, on what he wants to do with me, how much he enjoys me sucking his cock. This goes on for hours. I really wanted to get fucked, but my fears of not being cleaned enough (despite doing all I could) and the pain still stuck with me. Mostly it was me sucking him off twice that made it enjoyable. We made out, 69'd, sucked and tweaked nipples, fingered each other. It was heavenly. After cumming the few times we did, we tried to rest, but the high of the coke (or as I later suspect tina) kinda made it hard. I spent several days with him, but never got that same enjoyment. No fucking, just sucking and talking. Eventually I took him home, some drama happened between us, and well that was the end of that. But I'll never forget what had happened, how I felt, how I enjoyed it. And thus I began to look into partying and exploring more with pnp. Months later, I moved in with a friend, my job just not working out (mostly due to the situation I wrote about previously). I found some work, and after a while, decided to start cruising for pnpers. I was Atlanta, so I knew there had to be some. And it did not disappoint me. First time with Tina: I met a guy on a cruising site. His name was Ace. He hit me up, seeing my profile listing about pnp and the like. So we talked for a bit and he offered to teach me. I met him up at his house. He was an short but mildly athetic black guy, early 20s. He was vers and into everything, from crossdressing to fucking to getting fucked to various kinks. He was also a biochem major at one of the local colleges. Ace explained a lot to me, how things worked in the body, methods of taking drugs, and the various ones out there. So after a bit, we get naked and start to play a bit. His cock is like mine, and he puts his in a cockring. I decline, as I've never been able to wear one comfortably. He pulls out a water bottle and explains that this is ghb or g. He says most people enjoy it cause its like alchohol, with the warmness and the loosing of inhibitions. He tells me to always becareful with how much i take, that I should always try about half a cap full, see my reaction, then try a bit more hours later. Never more within an hour if its not hitting me, as there are lots of things that can slow the reaction to it. So half a cap I take, him a full cap. We start to make out a bit, tweaking nipples, feeling each other up. About 15 minutes in, I can feel the g hitting me. I'm all warm and tingly. I tell Ace about my previous experience and how this is like it. He said molly can be the same, just depends. We really get back into, moving into a 69. His dick taste decilious, and we're both going to town on each other, gay porn playing in the background. We stop for a bit, and he asks if I'm ready for tina. He's already explained it all to me, and that we're gonna try smoking it. So he pulls out the pipe, loads it, and lights it. He instructs me to take slow puffs then one long one when I think I'm done. I do as he says, and after the last big hit, he grabs my face so we can shotgun. Oh man, the high. That initial high. So good. He then takes a hit, watching me as I start to tweak a bit. My nipples are hard and electric. My cock, not so much but horny as hell. I can feel the air around me. It was great. He shotguns me again, our tongues dancing back and forth. He pushes me back on the bed, putting down the pipe. He plays with my nipples, sucking them, biting them. He moved down to my cock and starts to suck it. I'm slightly getting hard, and he sees this, and explains about tina dick. He keeps on sucking, along with licking my balls and my ass. I moan. He hears this and pushes my legs back, and throws a pillow under me. He dives in, eating my ass. In between, he's asking me questions about my fantasies, my limits. By this point, I figured there's not much I can hold back. He's not scared or weirded out, he's on the same wavelength. He asks about if I've ever really been fucked, and I explain no, but god do I want it. He checks his phone and says that he wants to play more but can't really have company. I think about it and I offer him my last free hotel I have (due to my previous work). He's cool with that, and that helps pay for my portion of the supplies. So we get dressed, pack up his toys and such, and get a hotel nearby. It’s a nice suite (since that's what my points gave me), and we settle in. Hook up a laptop to the tv, thrown on some porn. Light up some more. He then suggests we clean out. He brought a shower hose, and he goes in first. Afterwards, he explains to me how it works, what to do. I spend some time cleaning out. After I come out, I notice that he's a bit off. Apparently while I was in the shower, he got a bad call from a friend, and was a bit down. He just suggested watching porn while he laid down for a bit. I pretty much spend the rest of my time high and horny, stroking off, using a few his toys to fuck myself. By morning, after he gets up, we pack everything up. He apologizes for what happened, and we part ways. (Yes, I know this one ends poorly.) Side-note: A few months later, we hook back up after I score just a small amount of Tina. I meet up at his place, get cleaned out, and we hit a cap of G. We do what little Tina I had, smoking a bit of it. I even get him to bootybump me a bit. We make out, suck each other, and then after he shows me some of his poppers, I ask him to fuck me. He lays me on my back, puts a pillow under my hips, and lubes me up. I've been fucked by a few guys during the time between our encounter and this, so I'm more used to fucking. He strokes off, tweaking his nipples, getting very rock hard. I hit the poppers, some strong stuff he's made, and I'm in heaven, as his cock slides into me. He gives me some time to adjust, going slow with easy strokes. He starts to go faster, as we make out and I tweak his nipples, which makes him growl and get hornier. After a few minutes, he's pounding my ass. I'm moaning, I'm swearing, I'm begging. He flips me over, ordering me on my hands and knees. I comply. He pushes my head down, as he pushes himself back in me, no pain, just pleasure. He keeps up his pace. He warns he's getting close, I'm fucking him back. He grunts, grabbing my hips hard, as he shoots in me, breeding me. We clean up, and the part ways. I try to hook up with him but he always declines. (more to come)

Got drunk and let a guy fuck me raw who was calling me a slut. Night sweats a few weeks later and converted and so no point worrying after as the deed was done.

My first time messing around with a friend. We were both teens, so horny enough to fuck anything. We'd jerked each other off a few times, given each other blowjobs and at this point, I was regularly swallowing his loads. One day, we decided to take it to the next level and we didn't have a condom, but wouldn't let that stop us. I tried to fuck him at first, but his ass was too tight, so I told him to lay down and I squat down on his dick. Within minutes he had me on my back, fucking my tight boy pussy. I never really thought about him cumming in me, he just did it, just pounded my ass and made it his.

Chapter 8 - Chris’ POV Javi and Tre were fucking the white cum whore at the same time. Both of their big dicks sawing in and out of his ass. They fucked hard and quick trying to be the group of guys to get the little whore to successfully cum hands free. As I watched the clock, I figured they wouldn’t quite make him cum. Kenny called time, and then it was Jay and Mike’s turn. Jay got on his back and picked Ty up off Javi’s dick and impaled him on his dick as Mike quickly got behind Ty and shoved his dick in. They started going at it. Ty’s head was moving more back and forth, but he was still passed out. Even with the bigger dicks, Ty didn’t wake up. I think he got too much G, but that was just going to make the rest of the night that much more fun. As the seconds raced on the clock, Jay was telling Mike to slam his dick in and out all the way and fuck the slut, but I think Mike’s slam and G were hitting him at the same time and making him space out. So, I doubted with his slow thrusts from behind that he would make the whore cum hands free. Just as I finished that thought in my head, Kenny called time. Kenny looked at me and motioned for me to look at his dick. He was screwing in a PA just like the one he let me borrow. Both of us, who had the biggest dicks, Kenny being 14.5” and mine being 13” now also had PA’s in our dicks with the ring having 6 spiked metal tips placed evenly around the ring to rip open a bitches insides. I just nodded and grinned knowing we were easily going to make this bitch cum hands free. I got on my back, and Kenny pulled the unconscious Ty off of Jay’s dick and quickly lowered Ty onto my dick with his back resting on my chest. I grabbed Ty’s legs and quickly pulled his knees up into a hold near my shoulders exposing Ty’s hole to Kenny. Looking at Kenny, I said, “Slam that spiked death stick up his ass, Kenny. Let’s show these other guys how you truly ruin a white cum slut’s hole.” “Fuck ya, bro!” Kenny shouted as he slammed all of his dick into Ty’s ass. I could feel the spikes on his PA dragging against my dick too. I would be surprised if my dick didn’t have some tears in it after this brutal fuck we were about to give the passed out white whore. Kenny pulled all the way out and slammed in again. I kept a hold of his knees and slowly thrust up into him and rocked my hips and made circles as I ground the spikes on my PA deep into the lining of his large intestines. Kenny continued to long stroke and slam his entire death stick in and out of the white boy hole. He was moaning and grunting at each thrust. About a minute in, his head started to roll from side to side. I wasn’t sure if it was from the rough thrusting or him waking up or just passed out pleasure, but about thirty seconds later his legs started to shake. I told Kenny he was close and shaking, so Kenny got even rougher. Not even two thrusts later, the white cum slut’s whole body started shaking and his dick shot out a huge load. The first spurt landed across my face and got in my left eye. But, I didn’t care. We had won and both continued to fuck the little whore. “We are going to finish in his ass. Then we’ll let you guys get back in your DP groups and load the whore up with more cum. Once he has another load from all of us, Kenny and I will start fisting the bitch.” I heard murmurs of agreement from the guys watching us. I looked back at Kenny, and his eyes were already glazing over. It was then that I realized the little white pussy was still squeezing and milking our dicks, and his cock was dribbling out a slow steady ooze of cum. I just moaned and couldn’t stop my nut from ripping out of my balls, speeding up my mandingo shaft, and exploding spurt after spurt of hot toxic seed deep into the white neg whore. As my cum lubed up his hole even more, Kenny roared his head back and started shooting his load too. We were both cumming at the same time deep inside this white neg cum slut as our spiked PA death sticks tore open his insides and made him bleed so our toxic seed could get deep in his bloodstream and make him a poz slut. Both of us slowly pulled our dicks out of the whore. Javi and Tre quickly grabbed him and double penetrated his ass again. They didn’t last long as they were getting worked up watching the rest of us fuck Ty senseless. Soon we heard Tre announce he was cumming quickly followed by Javi. They pulled out and Mike grabbed Ty and slammed him on his dick and told Jay to get him from behind. I think they lasted even less time than Javi and Tre. They almost grunted at the same time and started shaking as you could see their bodies convulsing as they shot their loads deep into the passed out white boi pussy. When they pulled out, I put Ty on his back and pushed his knees up to his shoulders exposing his gaped hole. It was very puffy, red, and a slow flow of pinkish cum was running down his taint towards the sheets on the bed below making a puddle. We all came in close to observe our work and look at the pretty white boi pussy that was virgin just a few hours earlier that now could not even close, gaped open from being slutted out by big ethnic dicks, and oozing nothing but toxic seed mixed with his neg blood. It was a sight to see and remember, so I grabbed my phone and started taking tons of photos to document the occasion. Kenny asked if I wanted to fist the bitch first, so of course I jumped at the opportunity. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly sized up the other guys. I do believe that I had the biggest hands in the group, and I was getting the pleasure of being the first to fist the whore. Nothing like starting with the biggest in the group first so that the hole gets forced open and can then more easily take the smaller hands. I quickly inserted 3 fingers in the still gaped open hole and plugged him up. The cum stopped oozing but I could feel the wet insides. They were full of cum and his ass walls were not just wet with cum, they were coated all over. As I twisted my fingers around in his hole and felt the walls of his ass it felt like my fingers were being coated with viscous cum and not a single inch of my fingers were dry by the time I had twisted my fingers all the way around in a full circle. Not wanting to waste any time and fucking turned on by the amount of toxic seed coating not only my fingers but the entire anal cavity of the neg virgin white boi pussy, I pulled my fourth finger and my thumb together as I slowly pulled my three fingers out. With the tips of all of my fingers pressed together, I pushed them back into the hole meeting just a little bit of resistance. But, I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed Ty’s hip with my other hand holding him in place as I pushed my fingers in more using them as a spike that got fatter towards my knuckles. Ty grunted and my hand felt even more resistance, but I was not going to let that stop me. I pulled back just a little and while holding firmly onto Ty’s hip, I pushed my fingers back in harder with a quick jab. Ty’s hole expanded and was stretched around 5 fingers resting at the ridge of my knuckles. I held his hip again and pulled back just a smidge and then pushed in hard again. My knuckles brushed against his puffy red swollen ass lips and quickly slid inside. I heard one of the guys watching mumble, “Fuck ya!” My fist was now completely in Ty’s hole and his hole was slowly spasming around my wrist. I slowly rotated my hand left and then right and then back again. I quickly noticed my hand was swimming in toxic seed. I quickly pulled my fingers out of the spike formation and made a fist. I started to pull my closed fist out of the white boi pussy from the inside making sure my fist was flexed and as fat as I could make it. I wanted to pull his rosebud out as I pulled my fist out from inside his hole. Despite all the fucking, stretching, double penetration, and gallons of toxic cum swimming in his hole ready to lubricate anything put inside, his hole still resisted me pulling out. So, I pushed back in a little more to where my wrist was once again surrounded by his puffy white boi pussy lips. I grabbed his hip, flexed my fist again to make it as big as possible and rock hard, and quickly yanked my arm back like I was pulling away from a hot stove. My fist quickly pulled free from his hole with an audible popping sound. Ty quickly opened his eyes and whimpered. I looked down and his hole was gaped open and leaking even more cum. I looked back up at Ty’s face. I could tell he was still partially conscious and the other part of his body wanting to ride the G wave back into sleep. I flexed my fist again, grabbed his hip, and punched my fist back into his hole. This time, Ty’s eyes got extremely bug-eyed, and he tried to lift his head off the bed and look down at his body. My fist had popped right back into his hole. But, the G was strong, and Ty couldn’t lift his head. So I decided to see just how strong the G’s hold was on him. I quickly pulled my fist out of his hole and then shoved it back in. Ty moaned and his eyes went wide again, but then his head just went limp and fell to the side of face. He had passed out again. Kenny came up beside me and said, “I thought he was going to wake up, but he passed out even with your punching his hole with your fist. I think I gave him too much G,” and he laughed. I laughed too and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to wake this bitch up.” “What are you going to do?” asked Javi. “Just watch. You’ll see,” I said. I pulled out and punched my fist into his hole rapidly ten more times. Ty still didn’t wake up. Javi just looked at me and said, “That did nothing. He’s still passed out.” “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I did that because I wanted to make sure that this hole was loosened up good and ready to be gaped open for a while. Now, I’m going to wake this bitch up.” Javi just puffed out a quick breath and looked at me like he didn’t believe me. I looked back at him, put on my most stern face, and said, “If you want me to gape your hole too with these fists, I will. Don’t test me.” “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Tre quickly chimed in to defend his boyfriend. What he didn’t notice was Javi’s dick getting rock hard and spurting out a small amount of cum. I just chuckled and looked at Javi and winked. His dick twitched again. I looked back to his eyes which were glossed over thinking about my big mits fisting his hot Latino hole, and I said, “Tre you need to learn your boy here is a slut. Whether you want it to happen or not, he wants my fist in his hole.” Tre quickly looked over at Javi and noticed his state of full arousal, his glossed over eyes, and him staring deep into my eyes fixed on me. I looked at Ty, grabbed his hip, and then looked back at Javi making sure to maintain deep eye contact. “I will own your hole too. But for now, I want you to watch me wake this white boy slut out of his G hole. Watch and see what I do and think about how your hole is going to feel when I do the same to you.” Javi in an almost trance just nodded his head. “Javi, you need to watch my fist and stop staring at my face. I want you to see this and not miss a single movement.” Javi shook his head a little and moved his eyes from my eyes and focused on my wrist being surrounded by Ty’s puffy pussy lips. Tre was watching Javi, not quite sure what was going on. When I noticed Javi was intently watching Ty’s pussy lips slowly squeeze around my wrist, I said, “Here we go. This bitch is about to wake up.” I once again flexed my fist and made it rock hard. I quickly pulled it out of Ty’s ass. I pulled my arm back until my fist was right next to my rib cage to give my arm fist some thrusting power behind the push I was about to do. I quickly punched forward. My fist easily entered Ty’s hole, but my punch was still barely at its destination. I kept pushing forward until my fist came up against Ty’s inner hole. While it was not gaped open as much as his outer hole had been it also wasn’t closed completely. That helped my fist which was still balled up and flexed to be as hard as rock to continue deeper inside and put more pressure on his inner hole until it gave way. My fist was now completely in his large intestine. His outer hole was stretched and almost 3/4th’s of the way up my forearm to my elbow. Ty immediately opened his eyes and lifted his head as he gasped. I quickly opened my fist and made my fingers dance around touching all the parts of Ty’s large intestine that I could. Ty just moaned at the sensations. He looked at me and asked, “What’s going on? I feel funny.” I looked at Kenny and told him to grab his phone and start recording. I then looked at Jay and told him to do the same but to record Ty’s face. I then balled my hand up into a fist again, and quickly yanked my arm back. My fist pulled quickly through Ty’s inner hole and then his outer hole. He moaned, gasped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I looked at Javi and said, “Don’t underestimate my prowess again!” With that I pulled my arm back again to my rib cage, and slammed it back into Ty’s gaped pussy. Meeting virtually no resistance at his hole, my fist quickly made its way inside to his inner hole and met with some resistance before relinquishing and letting my fist once again plunder into his large intestine. This time I made sure his pussy lips were at my elbow. Ty’s eyes went wide, moaned, rolled his head back and forth, and then his cock started shooting cum all over his chest and up to his face. His inner and outer holes both spasming uncontrollably around my arm as his body had another anal induced orgasm. Ty slumped back to the bed and just convulsed as his body shook and spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of cum while he moaned and started to drool from his mouth. I looked back at Javi and noticed his eyes were glossed over imagining he was Ty at that very moment, getting fisted open by my big fist and having an anal orgasm making his big Latino dick shoot cum everywhere. Tre could see the look of desire in Javi’s eyes too and knew I was right. I would be fist fucking his boyfrined before the night was over. I opened my fist and again and let my fingers dance. Ty just moaned and said, “I’ve never felt so good before. Please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.” “I’m fisting your hole, you tweaked out white boi cum slut. My arm is elbow deep in your hole and right now my fingers are tickling your large intestines from the inside.” Ty just giggled. His head rolled from side to side. He finally looked up at me, slightly raised his head and said, “This feels amazing. I didn’t know I could be ticklish on the inside as well,” and he giggled again. I just wiggled my fingers more and told him that he was going to have all of our fists deep in his pussy before the night was over. He just moaned and mumbled, “Fuck ya!” Everyone including myself laughed at the look of total euphoria on the skinny white boy’s face. He was high as fuck and totally blissed out by having his hole abused. I was so glad I got to fist him first and make him cum again from my fist slamming through his holes. I looked at Kenny and said, “Your turn. You ready to feel this slut’s hole wrap around your fist?” Kenny nodded. I stopped tickling Ty’s insides, balled up my fist again, but this time I slowly pulled my arm out of Ty’s hole. First my fist pulled at his inner hole and pulled against it slowly until it gave up its hold on my wrist and let my knuckles scrap across the muscle and pull free. Ty gasped and moaned. I then slowly pulled it from his puffy outer hole. My entire arm was coated in pink tinged cum. I licked my forearm from my elbow up to my wrist and then opened my fist to reveal a pool of reddish tinged cum in my palm that I had scooped up in my fist deep inside his large intestine. I licked it up and licked up my middle finger and sucked it down. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, leaned over Ty and kissed him while pushing the bloody cum that I had collected from my arm in my mouth and pushed it into his mouth. We shared a sloppy cum filled kiss as he moaned and salivated at the taste of his blood and our toxic seed combined together in his ass now being tasted from every corner of his mouth. I pulled back from the kiss and presented him my hand. He didn’t even need to be told what to do. He started to lick each finger, then my palm, then the back of my hand, and then licked my arm all the way down to my elbow all around. He didn’t miss a drop. He savored every drop of toxic seed mixed with his blood as we all watched amazed and transfixed at the sight as this white cum slut submitting to his deepest desires. Kenny decided to break everyone out of the trance and slammed his fist into Ty’s hole. Ty screeched a little at the sudden intrusion in his hole and then slumped back down against the bed. “Oh yeah, Kenny. Use my hole. Get elbow deep like Chris did. I want to feel you tickle my insides too.” Ty just giggled and gasped as Kenny’s fist hit his inner hole and quickly pushed past. “Don’t worry, slut! I”m gonna use your hole. We all are. You just lay back and relax,” Kenny said. “Sounds good to me,” Ty said. “Hey, can one of you guys feed me your dick? I want to suck a cock while my insides are tickled too.” Not needing another invitation and moving quickly before anyone else could, Mike was by Ty’s face and slapped his dick across Ty’s lips, nose, and eyes. “Open up, bitch! Suck this big dick while that pussy gets fisted.” Ty opened his mouth and sound was coming out like he was about to say something, but Mike couldn’t resist. He slammed his dick forward and whatever Ty was going to say was muffled by Mike’s dick ramming against the back of his throat. He quickly gagged, and Mike pulled back a little. As soon as Ty was done gasping for air, Mike slammed his dick in even deeper this time forcing his way down Ty’s throat. With the sounds of Ty gagging, Mike moaning, and Kenny’s arm squelching in the cum in Ty’s hole as he punch fucked the white boi pussy over and over, I listed to the sounds of a negative white virgin boy turn into a poz cum slut for toxic big dicks that wanted nothing more than to destroy his hole. Everyone in the room watched or participated in some way as Ty slid into the world of poz depravity and relished every last second of it. ******************* Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out there. I hope you guys like it. Again feedback is always appreciated. Also suggestions for what happens next will be taken into consideration as well. Do you guys want to see Javi get fisted too?

2nd Encounter My second encounter with pnping was not all that great. Hooked up with a guy on a cruising site who lived in a well-to-do area of Atlanta. He offered me pot and tina, and we played around a lot. He was a thin athletic type with a nice thick 7” cock. The pot and tina were excellent together, making me very horny and slutty. After sucking his cock for a while, he wanted to mount me. He turned me on my stomach, spread my legs, and ate me out for a few minutes. Then he offered me some poppers while he lubed me up. His were a bit strong, but that could also have been with the combined effect of pot and tina. He kissed my spine, as he put his thick head to my rosebud. He slowly pushed the head in, urging me to take another hit or two. I feel his cock slide in me and I moan out, a little bit of pain. He eases a bit and slowly thrusts in me as I get used to his thickness. He starts picking up the pace, holding my hips and drawing me towards him, that thick cock hitting all the right spots. He keeps this up for a good 10 or so minutes. He kisses my neck and asks if I’d like to clean him off, as I had previously told him I had never done it but wanted to. So he slips out and lays on the bed, his cock glistening with lube. I hit the poppers and then dive on it. The lube isn’t that bad and tasting myself was interesting. I suck him for a few minutes, then stop as my head is rolling a bit. We stop playing for a bit, as he shows me his closet with leather gear and the like. I can tell he’s pretty tweaked and I’m…I’m a bit off. I think the tina was wearing a bit off, as we didn’t hit a lot. And the pot was good as well. So after a few minutes of trying stuff on and the like, I ask if I can hit some more as I’m still horny and want his cock. He nods, dancing to the music he has playing, all his leather harness and boots, tweaking his nipples and stroking his cock in his closet’s mirror. I go back to the bedroom and find the pot cigs we were using, along with his mini bong for tina. I hit the pot a bit, and then try the tina. As I’m taking in a few puffs, he comes up behind me, pushes me down on the bed, and pushes himself in me. I’m in pain, and instantly shake out of everything. He hears me yelp and pulls out, and sees he’s torn me a bit. He goes to his bathroom and quickly gets some wipes and toilet paper. My ass is on fire, and as I clean, I see bright crimson, which is a close tear. I’m not that happy. So we just wind down. Since I barely got anything off the pot and tina, I take my time to get re-hydrated and the like. I can tell after about 20 minutes he’s ready for me to leave. And so I’m quickly rushed out the door, my ass still hurting. Not a fun evening. 3rd time pnp and 1st Slam So a couple of days after my last disaster, I’m once again looking for more pnp experience. I had at this point looked up various ways to do tina, and Ace instructed me on some of it, so I figured maybe I could find someone to do things with. I had been talking to a long-distance friend of mine who introduced me to breeding.zone as well as a couple of other sites. I made profiles and started to search around. I hit up people I found interesting, big dicks, tops, et all. While cruising on my tried and true hookup site, I found an older white guy who wanted to have a couch-player type roleplaying situation, and didn’t mind me coming over and staying overnight to play. I headed over to his place, along with some poppers and some G Ace had given me. The guy, we will call him ‘Couch’, was a pretty attractive guy in his early 50s, a normal body, decent cock. He found me cute and definitely wanted to get high and enjoy ourselves. He lived with his husband who was out of town for a month. He brought me into his office, put on some bareback porn on his big screen, and pulled out his supplies. He had a bong and let me hit it a few times. There was that nice feeling again. We started to talk and get to know each other. Tina makes me talkative, so I opened up about a lot of stuff. He really liked it, got him all nice and hard. I started to suck his cock while he talked dirty to me, about how me wish I was his son, how he likes young guys to pretend it. We went into some more taboo stuff, and it was kinda hot. So I talked to him about the sites I had been on and he talked about some of his friends/play partners. Through showing him my profiles and the like, we found we had a mutual friend who was a big dicked top. So we talked about asking him over. Couch called him up and found out he was coming over, along with a friend later on. I was all game for it. By this point, between the T and some G I took, I was all horny. I was even more turned on by the thought that this big dicked guy might come fuck me. The Couch asked if I knew about slamming. I told him I knew a little about it, never done, since this was my first week with trying stuff. He said his friend liked to do it and he might be willing to point me. I said I was game for it. While we were talking dirty to each other, I had gotten one of his dildos and was early fucking myself with it, between hits of poppers and watching the porn. His friend showed up, we will call him ‘S’. He was a bit surprised by me, but smiled. He told Couch that he needed to get ready but he liked what he saw with me. I was happy. A bit too happy. I ended up sneaking into his shower to suck his cock cause I was that horny and I think it irritated him a bit, but Couch was able to talk to him about it. So we go back to the office and talk a bit. S’s cock is huge, like 9”+ and THICK. He tells me that he likes fucking bottoms, especially new bottoms for their tightness and he’s a bit rough. I tell him that I want big dicks, I hate small dicks cause I have huge hands, so it just makes sense to play with them. He talks about slamming and goes through all the stuff about it. I tell him that I’m willing to try, but can’t make any promises on my reaction. So he shows me his setup, puts about .2 in it. He gets me prepared, has me sitting down on a chase chair. Puts the band around my arm, finds a good vein, and asks me one more time if I am sure. I tell him that I am, that I want to get fucked by his big cock and that I want to be used and abused. He pushes the needle in my arm, draws a bit to make sure he hit a good vein. As he does this, I grab Couch’s hand and tell him ‘I’m a bit scared Daddy.’ He smiles, as S pushes the tube down. He pulls out, unsnaps the band, and tells me to breathe slowly. I couch, the heat. Oh I will never forget that heat. My heart races, my ears ringing. My world rocks. I’m super horny and fired up. I look at Couch. ‘You didn’t tell me it was gonna be this good.’ I’m hornier than I’ve ever been, almost if not better than rolling. S is smiling, as he does his own point. Couch is smiling and rubbing my back. He looks at me and tells me ‘You’re about to have a good fucking. Now go suck that big cock.’ I kneel down before S. His cock is WAY fucking huge now, hard as steel. He’s finished slamming himself, and is enjoying the rush. I lick and suck the head, slowly taking it in, but man is it huge. I have a hard time doing anything with it and I can tell that S isn’t liking it. He grabs my head and pulls me up. He points to the chase chair and tells me to get on all fours. I eagerly do, grabbing my poppers. My head is just rolling and excited. Couch applies some lube to my ass, fingering me. I’m moaning. He applies some to S’s huge cock, and S lines up. He pushes my shoulders down, pulls my ass up to where he wants me. He tells me to take some heavy hits. I take a huge hit, and he presses his head into my ass. ‘Another.’ I hit it again, slowly but huge. He pushes forward, and I’m moaning. ‘Again!’ He orders, and I comply. I do 2 quick hits and a slow huge one. He pushed in all the way, balls deep. Couch looks at me as says ‘You now have 10” of cock in you. Are you ready to get fucked, whore?” I nodded, as S starts to fuck me. He pounds me, grabbing my hips hard. I’m moaning and oh my god, does it feel good. He fucks me for a good 10-15 minutes, just nearly non-stop. Couch is forcing my mouth on his cock. It’s my wildest dream to be used like this. Oh god does it feel good. S eventually relents, as between our tallness and the chair, he just can’t get a good position going that feels good for him. I also tell Couch that I’m feeling super hot. Like sweating but I’m not. He looks a bit worried but he says it will be okay. He says ‘How about a shower?’ I get up, head spinning. I’m tripping over the place a bit. He hands me some water, tells me to drink. I’m apologizing and he says its okay. Its my first time, it was probably a bit much, but it will be fine. He takes me to the shower and turns it on cold. He says just sit there and let it was over me. He leaves for a bit to check on S. The shower feels good. I don’t know how long I’m in there, my sense of time is way off. I just know all I can do is think about getting fucked, wanting to do this more, and well talking to myself. Couch comes back, says S is okay and that he enjoyed fucking me. Couch found it hot and wants to watch me get fucked by other guys. I’m like that is an awesome idea, we need to do this more often. He laughs. He then asks if I’d like a golden shower cause he’s got to piss. I’ve done them before, they can be fun. So I agree. He gets in the shower, I kneel. He starts to piss in my mouth and I’m like ‘I love this!’ He then asks if he can piss in my ass. ‘SURE!’ So I stand up, bend over with my hands on the wall, and he pushes in, just pissing in me. I’m loving it. He stops after a bit and tells me I’m a good boy and to clean up. I proceed to do that and I’m just so horny at this point. I finish up and head back to the guys. S is just jerking and looking at porn, while Couch is talking with him. Suddenly I start to feel nauseous and I run off to the bathroom. I retch a bit but nothing. Couch checks on me, bringing me water. He keeps me company as I tell him that I feel fine, just nauseous all of a sudden. He says its probably a combo of the slam coming off plus the chem piss. He tells me to just drink the water, and he’ll be back in a bit. I pretty much spend an hour or so in there, just talking to myself, drinking water, holding a cold rag to my head, and trying to throw up, but nothing. S checks in with me, asking what all I had to eat and when, when I took G, and how long had I been partying. I was honest with him about it all. He said that probably I was on an empty stomach or something I ate might be not happy. He also said I probably over lapped G, since I did some before we slammed, and it hadn’t quite run its course from the first bit I took when I got to Couch’s. He also said that I should probably not slam that hard as a newbie and he apologized for it being like that, that I might want a .1 instead. After a while, I feel better and I hang out a bit. They’ve got a guest coming over in a bit, who S might fuck. I can stay and chill, relax. They get me something to eat. The guest comes over and he’s a younger guy. S and him play a bit in a spare bedroom while me and Couch just hang out. Eventually we join them and I play with the guy, mostly just sucking his average 6” cock. S just can’t get the guy to agree to getting fucked, so we all just go back into the office to watch porn and such. This new guy can’t quit talking, and while he’s going on and on about stuff, I’m texting Couch about it. He agrees that this guy needs to go. Eventually he talks the new guy into leaving. S is talking to me about my experiences and warns me that this lifestyle can take its toll. I tell him that I understand, but with all that I had been through in the past year, this is what I want to keep doing with my life. Morning has come and we are all just coming down a bit. S and Couch leave to pickup a friend of theirs that while he hasn’t played with S before, he’s met him, and that he used to housesit for Couch. Couch is fine with leaving me there, since I feel I’m not quite up for leaving yet. He gives me some more food and tells me just hang out. About an hour later, they show back up. The friend is a twink, very cute. We hit it off, since we both smoke cigs. We all head back inside and start hitting the pipe a bit. The twink gets naked with a nice 7” cock. He’s gorgeous and I’m too shy to play with him. S starts to fuck him in all sorts of positions, while Couch finally fucks me. The twink and I exchange looks of pleasure, as we’re getting pounded. This goes on for an hour, with S fucking me a bit more. Unfortunately he made me a bit sore, so we had to stop. And I’m starting to need to wind down and get back to normal. So we eat lunch, talk some more. Me and twink talk a bit, me feeling him in on my limited experiences, him with all he’s done, how he knows Couch and S. All sorts of fun and interesting tales. We never do anything, though I really wanted to. Eventually S and the twink decide to leave, as the twink needs to get across town for work or something. I stay with Couch for another hour, just talking. He seems to like me and enjoy me, was a bit apologetic about me getting sick, but he had a great time. He again warns me about the dangers of partying but says he doesn’t mind partying with me. After that, I head back home. Sore. Tired. But worth it.