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Part I. I don’t think I’m naïve, but how could I have been so stupid? I have avoided doing meth for decades now, and I have found that I can be piggy and a pretty no holds barred slut without it. But then one night last week I logged onto BBRT and looked at the party page. A hot Latin guy was having a party at a motel “Do you have a no cock, no hole, no load refused attitude? Then this party is for you”, the 20 or so other guests were a nice diverse range of men mostly in their 30s-50s, various body types (good since I’m just working with an average body these days myself) and among them only one other person who identified as “bottom”. Everyone else was either vers or top. Um sign me up! This was my kind of crowd. I sent a request and had an “invite” with the location information in short order. As the hour approached, I cleaned out, had an edible to make the evening a little more relaxed, took a shower and made sure my hole was squeaky clean and headed out. When I arrived at the motel room the Latin guy, Luis opened the door “Oh, you’re hotter than your photos” he says to me. “Thanks”, way to make me feel confident and at ease. A great group sex host! “Get in here and strip down in the bathroom, there are bags and a marker for your clothes and either get naked or wear a jock. I know you’re a bottom so you’re probably not going to be using your cock much tonight, so a jock would be hot, something to grab onto” He was really making me feel totally welcome as a pretty much exclusive bottom. I stepped into the entry hallway and slipped into the bathroom to get undressed. Two other men were in there already, a tall 40 something blonde who was just sticking his kind of massive cock into a cock ring and another Latin guy about my height but with really broad shoulders, a big chest and big juicy nipples. “Hey there sexy” the blonde said, “I love silver headed daddies, I’ll be looking for you out there’ as he slipped out of the room. I already came wearing my jock so I just pulled off my jeans, socks, shoes and tshirt while the Latin guy kind of stared at me like I was dinner. “Hey, I’m Jose, I think I saw you at Folsom sucking a big fat cock in the middle of the street” Busted, I just can’t resist when one is offered up, even if it is in front of a crowd of people with cell phones – it had been a small miracle that I had only seen a photo and no video of that moment online after the fair, “I remember you took that cock like a champ, he was fucking your face good” I blushed “Thanks, my mother always said to share my talents” and laughed a little. “Well you little slut, I’ll be looking for you out there, and I’ll feed you good” I was getting a little light headed at how happy this was making me. Now I in my jock and left the bathroom and wandered out into the party. It was a pretty big room, really actually a suite with a big central room with two queen sized beds a sofa, a table with 4 chairs, all in classic basic “motel chic” and pretty dated. A modern flat screen was playing a hot porn I had bever seen with an orgy of mixed men, all bareback, pretty rough with a bit of a piggy mood. The atmosphere of the video was carried into the room itself. At this point there were only about 8 guys, but they were all naked except for cockrings, one guy in a jock and a tall older guy, very muscley with graying hair and a mustached in leather chaps with what must have been a solid 8 inches hanging between his legs – not hard. They were all kind of chatting, having drinks and smoking joints, and a couple were playing with each others cocks, but nothing serious as far as play going down yet. I can be a bit shy when I don’t know anyone so I went over to the bar set up to get a drink. There was a guy there, a lean swimmer type build in his mid 50’s, with a big meaty looking uncut cock hangin between his legs (shit is anyone here even hung just average I wonder) mixing a drink in a solo cup. “Hi, I’m David, Luis’ partner, welcome to the party” “I’m Dale” I said shaking his hand. “Here, I just made this cocktail, why don’t you take it, you look a little nervous, this will help you relax” I take the drink and basically chug it. It wasn’t quite what I expected, not really alcohol. “Just some g and juice” he says” it’ll help you for the party” he leans over and whispers into my ear, his mustache tickling my ear. “You’re a sexy man, I read your profile you slut and I can’t wait to get you on your knees”. Oh my God, my head is already swimming a bit from the edible, and now this hot man’s words are melting me. “I can’t myself” I reply, trying to sound a tone or so more butch than I really am. Right about then about three new guys arrive and one of them, a cute early 40’s looking jock type very loudly says “Why the fuck isn’t anyone sucking dick yet”? Jose speaks up “Dale over there was internet famous choking on dick at Folsom this year, someone get that bitch on his knees” He’s coming off way more demanding , forceful and even a bit mean, not like the kind of nice guy I met in the bathroom. “Bring the slut the center of the room” another guy says as two guys basically grab my arms, twsting them behind my back a bit and steer me to the center of the room. A black guy laughs at me “Oh shit look at the skuts face, I can’t tell if that’s fear or the beginnings of rapture. I saw that vide and he was fully getting his face fucked” maybe there was a video. How had I missed that? I’m pushed down on my knees and 5 or so of the guys start to crowd in around me stroking increasingly growing cocks. “Here you go bitch, suck this for me, let’s get this party started” a gruff voice on a big burly type says and he basically shoves a fat cock in front of my mouth. These guys have no idea how much all this slut talk and abuse is turning me on, or maybe they do….

I woke up to the feeling of Nick slowly moving his cock in and out of me again, and I chose to just stay quiet while he gently fucked another load into me. It felt great, and more intimate than any of the sex I had experienced so far on this crazy day. His increasingly panting breath on my neck only added to the experience. After he filled me with my umpteenth toxic load, I gripped hold of the arm round me. “Thanks” I whispered. “Plenty more where that came from” he breathily said into my ear. “Not just for the load” I replied. “For everything.” He didn’t say anything in response, instead just giving me a bit of a squeeze. He then started to pull out of me, and I turned onto my back to watch him slide off the bed. He stood up, looked down at me with a warm smile, and then padded off to the bathroom and closed the door. Moments later I could hear the shower running. I reached over to the side table and got a cigarette out of the packet there, lighting it up to enjoy my first solo smoke in a long time. I then just lay there, looking up at the ceiling as thoughts about this day began to run through my head. It was all a bit overwhelming, but strangely nothing felt at all wrong about it, and I got none of the panic in my guts that I had done throughout my life when thoughts of men, my true feelings and so on had entered my brain. This truly was where I belonged. I stubbed out the cigarette, the shower still going next door, and then reached for my phone. I opened it up to see a litany of messages and missed calls from Hannah, my parents, my brother, and Ben (my best man at the wedding). I looked through a few of them, and then felt a surge of confidence go through me. I opened up the group chat that had been used for my bachelor party, and typed out a message. Guys, I’m gay. Always have been. Should never have married Hannah, and I will never forgive myself for this. But I’ve met some guys here who have shown me the life I need to live. I’m staying here with them. I’m sorry. Please tell Hannah I’m sorry. Joe I hit Send before I got cold feet, and then turned my phone off. Only at that point did I realise I had been holding my breath the whole time, and I took a huge gulp of air as my stomach started doing somersaults. The shower has turned off, and Nick emerged soaking wet and wearing a towel, looking somehow even hotter than he had on the beach when all this had started. “You OK?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Just told all the boys back home I’m gay” I said. “Freaking out a bit.” Nick stared at me for a moment, and then went over to his phone and typed out a very quick message. “OK” he said. “Let’s get you un-freaked.” A minute later the door burst open and Greg came bounding into the room again, that enormous grin still plastered on his face. “This one needs to get drunk” said Nick, pointing at me. “Now THAT I can do!” Greg bellowed, holding his hand out to me to pull me up off the bed. “Shorts?” Nick opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out some navy gym shorts that he chucked at me. I duly pulled them on, and then Greg grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him out of the room. We careened down the corridor to a different set of stairs, which he practically pulled me down before leading me down another corridor that opened into a large room that had been done up as a bar lounge. “What’s your poison?” he said, letting go of my hand and striding behind the bar. “Vodka” I said. “Good man” he said, giving me another grin. While he set to preparing our drinks, I couldn’t help but take a peek through a door to the side of the bar. It turned out to be a kitchen, where two studs were busy chopping vegetables while they both seemed to be lost in their own worlds, listening to music on big noise cancelling headphones. I watched for a moment, and then stepped back into the lounge as Greg put two vodkas with ice on the counter, along with a couple of packets of cigarettes. “You’ve met Zahir and Max I see” he said, lighting up a smoke. “In the kitchen?” I replied, to which he nodded. “Can’t say I met them. They seem busy.” “That’s how they are” Greg said, shrugging a little. “They go into their little zones while they cook up a storm in there.” “Do they cook for everyone?” I asked, taking a seat on a bar stool and reaching for a cigarette. “Whoever’s around” Greg replied. “The deal is, one guy who eats their food each meal then has to go join them upstairs after.” He smiled and winked at me. “To get fucked?” I asked, blowing out smoke. “That’s been my experience” Greg said, chuckling. “But I think sometimes they switch it up a bit.” “Are they together?” I asked, before taking my first sip of the ice cold vodka. “Sort of” Greg replied. “Bit hard to tell to be honest, and they keep themselves to themselves.” “What about you?” I asked, before necking back the rest of the shot. “What about me?” Greg said, smirking while he reached over to pour me another one. “You got a boyfriend?” I asked. “I mean, it seems like loads of the guys here do.” “Yeah, they do” he said, with a bit of a sigh. “We’re a lot more loved up here than people might expect.” “But you…” I asked, after he didn’t say anymore. “Had someone” he said, the smile drifting off his face. “But he left.” “Oh” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he replied, “I don’t think he was that into me anyway.” He started to laugh at that, but I saw the first cracks in his jovial demeanour and realised that some of it was probably just be an act. “Well, then from what I have seen so far, he was an idiot” I said. Greg looked a little startled, but then gave me a warm smile. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling back at him. We both necked our shots, and he poured us some more. We then spent a while drinking, smoking and chatting, before being joined by the guys I had seen with Nick on the beach earlier in the day, Zen and Kris. They gave me a warm welcome, saying they weren’t surprised by what they’d heard as they’d noticed me checking the three of them out earlier. They then regaled us of their exploits in the dunes with a 19 year old twink who was on holiday with his family, who was now likely to be getting spit-roasted by Bill and Hank until the sun went down. “Just another young thing getting pregnant on holiday” said Greg, raising his glass for a cheers. The afternoon turned into evening as we drank more, they gossiped about the guys living there, and I told my fairly dull life story. All evening I couldn’t help but gaze at Greg, who seemed to be taking every opportunity to look back at me when the other two were distracted. There was definitely something about the guy that was growing on me the longer I spent with him. As it got properly dark outside, more guys started coming in and getting drinks, slightly overwhelming me with the sight of so many absolute studs of all races and backgrounds, united in the ‘look’ they all went for variations on. My mouth was practically watering. Eventually Nick and Dane appeared. They joined us for one drink, and then they grappled me out of the room and back up the stairs. Slightly off my face on vodka, I took whatever they had to give me all the way to dawn, at which point I passed out with Dane buried inside my cum-filled hole and Nick in turn plugging his boyfriend’s rear end. It had been one truly amazing day, and I couldn’t wait for more…

My buddy, Brent, asked me if I wanted to come over to his place Friday night. We’d played together several times in the past and always had a great time. He likes to party and loves to work over my ass with his tongue, cock, fingers, and toys. Of course, I was up for it. Then, he asked if I could stay through Saturday. That was new, but a naked, partied-up weekend sounded great, so I made plans to be away for a few days. On Friday, I did a good cleanout, shaved my balls, and trimmed everything else. There’s not a ton of hair on my body, but I keep it tidy. Shaved balls let me wear a cock ring without getting hair caught in it. Brent, on the other hand, is hairy. In fact, one of the first things I noticed about him when we met was how hairy his arms were. That’s often a good indicator of overall hairiness, and Brent didn’t disappoint. Hairy chest, arms, legs, a good bit on his ass, and that sweet little triangle of hair on his lower back. He hits all the right buttons for me. Usually, when I go to Brent’s place, he leaves the back door open for me, and I just walk in and head to the sling. He has it set up in a spare bedroom. I went in, went up to the room, and stripped down to my orange Cellblock 13 jockstrap. The jock focuses all the attention on my ass. I had a metal cock ring around my cock too. Brent came in, wearing just a black cockring. He has a great cock, thicker than most and pretty long. Usually, we smoke a bit when I first get there, and then we get down to business. Today was no exception. He handed me a pipe and torch and told me to take a few good hits. I got about four solid hits, blowing some nice clouds. Brent did a few and handed the pipe back to me, and told me to get really spun since tonight was going to be special. I was intrigued and willing, so I smoked more, feeling it hit my head and my ass. As usual, there were fresh poppers on a shelf nearby, along with some toys, lube, paper towels, and other things we’d need. Brent knelt in front of my ass which was spread wide for him. He teased my hole by blowing on it, occasionally running his hands over it while massaging my ass, and sometimes giving it a little lick. He likes the tease, and it makes me even more horny for something in my ass. He took a big hit off the pipe and blew the clouds on my hole. Soon, Brent was rimming me, making me squirm in the sling. Getting my ass eaten is so hot. There’s something about giving up my hole to another guy that gets me excited. Of course, eating ass is great too, and I hoped to do some of that too. Eventually, Brent stood up and started rubbing his cock all over my ass and hole. He’d slap it against my ass, rub it under my balls, and sweep it over my hole. Each time, my hole would quiver, wondering if this was the moment when he would penetrate me. Soon, it was that moment, and Brent placed the head of his cock against my hole and shoved just a little bit in. He knows that I like that initial entry, so he took it slow. He went in a little deeper but had to pull out to lube things up some more. Brent lubed up his cock and then added some to my hole, dribbling it down my crack and into my eager hole. He pushed some in with his fingers and then slid his cock back in. With the extra lube, it was a breeze for him to get in balls deep. He fucked me for a bit but said he didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled out. He went downstairs to get us some drinks. When he came back, he sat on the sofa in the room while I stayed in the sling. He likes watching me. He was stroking his cock, and I would play with my hole. We finished our drinks, and he got up to fuck me again. This time, he got right inside me and started thrusting. He has a long cock, so he can get deep inside me when we fuck. While he was fucking me, he stopped and said, “Hey, Alex”. I turned to see who the new guy was. Obviously, his name was Alex, and he looked to be around our age, tall and sort of chunky. He stripped down, revealing a thick cock with great low-hanging balls. He’s not hairy like Brent but had a nice body with big nipples. Brent had stepped back, leaving my hole empty, so Alex took his place, lubed his cock, and drove it into me. He asked Brent if there were any loads inside me yet, and Brent said no. Alex said that he would change that. Sounded good to me. He was a more energetic fucker than Brent. Alex pounded me hard, stretching my hole with his thick cock. Soon, he said that he was going to cum, and I felt his cock pulse in my ass as he dumped his load in me. Alex pulled out, slapped my ass, thanked Brent, got dressed, and left. A short, but welcome, fuck. Brent got between my legs and spread my hole open with two fingers to see the cum inside me. He stuck his cock in and churned it around for a bit before pulling out. He stuck a butt plug up my ass. Brent asked if I wanted more, and I said yes. Good, he said, a few more guys are coming over. My ass twitched in anticipation of multiple loads. The next guy to arrive was Stephen. Handsome, bearded, and furry all over, he first smoked up, sharing some with me and Brent, before he started eating my ass. He had to taste the cum from Alex. He fucked me for a while before declaring that he needed a break to get hard again. When he pulled out, I told him to feed his dick to me. He came up, and I started to lick and suck his cock. Ass to mouth is hot, and it was even better when Brent stuck his dick back inside me. Then Henry showed up. He stripped, showing a tight swimmer’s body that was fully shaved. His cock looked like a big one, but it was still hanging low. I was excited to see what it would be like when it was hard. He took a few hits off the pipe and started to rub his cock around my ass. I could feel him getting bigger as he moved it around. He’d stick it in my ass and then pull it back out again, rubbing it against my ass and hole. He did this for a while before pounding it back in. He fucked me hard before blowing his load too. Then, he pulled out, sat down on the couch, and picked up the pipe. He’d play with his cock and hole right in my line of sight, which was great to see. He was staring greedily at my cum filled ass while he was doing this. Next came Peter. Short, with kind of an olive complexion. He was covered in fur. Brent knows how much I like playing with a hairy guy, so he suggested that I might want to eat Peter’s ass. So, I got out of the sling, and Peter got in. Fuck, that was an inviting hole. I licked, sucked, and tongue fucked him while he was getting spun by Brent. Peter said that he should fuck me before he got T dick, so we swapped spots again, and he fucked me, dumping another load. Henry was hard and ready again, so he dove into my ass with his cock. This time, it took longer for him to cum, but he almost collapsed when he did. While I was getting fucked, Peter was eating Brent’s ass, then sucking his cock. They swapped around too, with Brent servicing Peter’s ass and cock. It’s sexy to see other guys getting it on with each other while I’m getting fucked. After Henry shot his load in me, a few other guys came by. There was Adam, who was able to fuck me for a really long time before cumming. Then Tom, who was another quick fuck and breed. Kevin came by and sat between my legs and felched out some of the loads that were in there before he fucked and bred me. He stayed around after too. I got a few loads from some of the guys, but Brent still hadn’t bred my ass. He’d fuck me between guys but still no load from him. I knew that he usually blows a huge load so maybe he wanted to wait until my ass was full before adding his to the mix, causing cum to ooze out of my hole. After eight loads (they were keeping track on a whiteboard in the room), Brent stepped between my legs. My hole was ready for him. He told me to take a big hit of poppers and get ready to be bred. I did. He entered my ass and pumped in and out. He shoved in deep, and I felt his cock spasm inside me while his body was shaking as he collapsed on my chest. Fuck, that was good! Brent and I kissed a bit. I licked his pits and tongued his nipples. Then, he asked if I was happy with the session. Of course, I told him, it was an amazing evening. That was when he told me that it was almost 3 in the afternoon on Saturday. I got to his place around 8 on Friday, so we had been playing for almost 20 hours. I got out of the sling, got cleaned up, dressed and headed home, where I tumbled into bed. With all the T and excitement, sleep wasn’t coming. But I had a few toys that would feel great inside me, so I got them out and worked over my well-used (and cum filled) hole for another few hours. It was a great weekend.

I'm a gay Dad. I have two children and one of them still lives with me recovering from an injury. This limits my ability to host or even have sex. Not complaining, just setting the stage for my weekend of fun. My son decided to go to a friends for New Years. This left me home alone. As soon as he announced I started planning. I was excited. This is the second weekend in the last month where I was able to actually host and be the cumdump that I am!! I set the stage, setup the lighing, got cleaned out, lubed up, harness out, poppers out, jockstrap on, updated my profile on Sniffies, Grindr and BBRT. I was ready. Ass up waiting for a cock to breed me. First up was a was a young guy out running errands. He had hit me up on sniffies. He was looking to stop by and dump a load and go! He was out running errands and he told me he would hit up a little later. I waited patiently. Eventually he hit me up and was on his way. I was on all fours waiting. He came in, I could hear him come up the stairs, undress. It's so exciting. He mounted me, pumped his raw load into me. I was in pure heaven. I did not see his face or anything about him until he pulled out and I got on my knees to clean off his cock!! Second was a request for a completely anon breeding. He hit me up on BBRT looking for an ass to breed. He messaged me that he could not wait to fuck me. He wanted me ass up, waiting, blindfolded on all fours. I was happy to comply. He came in, undressed, fed me his cock to get hard and then slid into my well lubed (loaded) ass and fucked me. It was great to have my senses heightened and feel my ass get pounded. He fucked me for about 15 minutes and then you could feel him pick up the pace and pound his load into my hole, deep. He got up. He got dressed and left. I have no idea who he is or what he is like. He left his load deep in my hole. Third was a local guy. He chatted with me several times. I thought he was going to be a no-show. He was online, responsive and then would go silent. He eventually hit me up and was going to head over. He was shorter, heavier and a less than average cock. Being the cumpdump that I am, I am not a size queen. He is a top and wants to load me, I am more than happy to offer my ass up. I sucked him hard and when he said he was "ready" I got up on all fours and he pounded his load into me!! Load 3!! Love it, my ass was getting nice and wet and I love that!! There were several other no shows or Ghosts in between these three. I don't understand why guys ask for your address and then go silent. Its frustrating. The next morning I was ready for a few more. Took a shower and was ready to take a few more loads before my son came home. Load four: I think this guy used a translator app. Any time I asked for his ETA, he would respond with his status. Did not matter to me. No matter, just come and pound your load into me. He came, loaded me up, left without much talk. There were the usual flakes, one guy who has been asking to breed me. He sets it up, he then goes missing. I still don't understand. Load five. A 30 year old guy drove across the city to breed me. Like many of the others, I was waiting ass up for him to breed me. I get the thrill when I hear the door open, hear him coming up the stairs. I listen to them undress, the coat, the belt and then the excitement as I feel the hands touch my ass. I hear the excitement as they see my ass they're waiting. I don't look back, I stay focused on the sense and feeling the cock press against my hole. He was excited to breed me. He fucked me good and hard and pounded his load into my hole. Only saw him after he was done and I got on my knees to clean his cock!! My fuckbd was away for the weekend, He was flying home and was hitting me up before he got on the plane. He wanted to load me up as soon as he got back in town. I of course was more than willing and able to satisfy this request. I try and make myself available any time he asks. We have travel schedules that don't exactly line up as good as I would like, but I do try and accommodate him any time I can. I need to say this, he is a great fuck. Out of the 5 other guys that fucked me this past weekend, he hits the spot. We have great thing going, he loves to breed me and I love getting bred. We "fit together" pretty well. He buzzes me in, I come in, get undressed and head to the bedroom where he is usually standing there stroking and ready. I get on the bed in my jock strap and ready for him to mount me. It's a nice cum and go as he calls it, it's a pump and dump and pretty simple. He gets what he wants, I get loaded like I want. This weekend he was really horny, he needed my ass bad. Even know I got fucked 5 times int the last 24 hours, hands down he was the best fuck. We have a rhythm and he knows how to use my ass. He could fuck me all day long (yes I can take it). He fucked me good and deep, it was incredible and then he pounded his load into my willing and eager ass.. At the end I always clean his cock as he stands there waiting for me to get on my knees. He loves that I am a pig. My ass was dripping when I left his place as he pumped a huge load into me. Later he texted me that "he really needed it". So did I. Then he sent me this picture of my ass that he took in this session!! SO FUCKING HOT for many reasons!!

After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

So, I was in Berlin when this thread reingnited and didn't get a chance to reply properly. I will be State-side this summer and who knows, drooling over @evilcoyote could be real. You're a hot guy and I think we may have chatted way back in the days of IRC. I'm also hot on @billy88666 and @Medwaym . You guys find stories that I always want to read. So figure your heads sleaze the same way as mine. While we're on stories @PozTalkAuthor with whom I've chatted a few times, and admire his angle on ethical pozzing. Because I'm as much a rubberman as a leatherguy and I get off on the pozitive attitude: @pigbro @swine @RubberAIDSpig . There's a sandwich I'd happily be the salami in. On the subject of rubber, @FFRubbrPIG . Although I've probably missed lots of guys out, rounding up with @BBLincoln and @BadBob2023. If all of you guys are at the same party, there'd be some trouble to be had. Thanking @RawUK once again for this thread. We should all chip in and get him sorted.

I think I had my teeth gritted during the whole ordeal, only able to let out the occasional pained groan as I was stretched wider than I thought was possible. Nick’s piercing was being pressed hard into my inner walls by Dane’s cock, and to be honest there was no longer any pleasure in it being there. Maybe just having the two cocks in me is something I could have started to enjoy, but I felt like that PA was tearing up my insides. Of course, it actually was, and Nick must have known it as he had a tissue ready to push against by rectum as they withdrew from me. I reached back and took over holding it in place, and then managed to kneel-walk my way off the bed and hobble to the bathroom. The cum soaked tissue was indeed stained slightly red, meaning their toxic seed was going to be working into my bloodstream much more easily. I got myself cleaned up, and then hobbled back out to the bedroom where Nick and Dane were once again lying on the bed smoking. I slid onto the mattress neck to Dane and carefully lay down, accepting a cigarette from him. We then lay there in silence for a while, until we were interrupted by someone calling Dane’s name from outside. He sat up, slid off the bed, and made his way over to the window which he then opened. “You got some fresh meat in there Dane?” the man called up. “Yes, but he’s Nick’s project” Dane responded. “Only I get to help out until he’s done.” “Typical!” shouted the man. “Selfish fucker…” “I heard that!” shouted Nick from the bed next to me, a slight grin on his face. At this point curiosity got the better of me, and I got off the bed and stood by the edge of the window slightly shielded by the curtains. I looked down at the man shouting up at us. “Well” shouted the man to Dane, “if we can’t have him, is your hole at least free?” Dane looked over at Nick, who shrugged at him with a smile. Dane’s face broke into a grin, and he turned back to the window. “Be right down!” Dane turned back to Nick, smiling. “You sure?” he asked. “Yeah, no problem” Nick replied. “You’ve got my two loads today already, so go have fun.” Dane beamed at him, and then walked briskly to the door. As he opened it, he turned back and looked in my direction. “I’ll come back later and fuck you some more once Dimitri’s given me a recharge” he said. “Promise.” With that, he turned and bolted out the door, slamming it behind him. I watched him leave, glanced out the window to see the man now lighting up a cigarette while he waited for Dane, and then I stepped away from the window and climbed back onto the bed next to Nick. “Dimitri?” I asked. “Horny little twerp” Nick replied. “If he’s not fucking the shit out of someone, he’ll be going all alpha power bottom somewhere.” “He’s cute” I said. “Yep” said Nick, “and he knows it.” “Sounds like you don’t like him” I said. “Nah, he’s OK really” he sighed. “I just wish he would be a bit more, I dunno…” “A bit more what?” I eventually asked. “Nuanced, I guess” Nick said. “I mean, we all do our own thing, pursue things our own way, but Dimitri goes through each week’s new set of tourists like a crazed predator.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, he just randomly fucks every guy he can” he said. “When Greg said earlier that we don’t get many newlyweds here, he really only meant back here at the house. The truth is, Dimitri probably ruins at least one new marriage a week, whether the guy is here with a wife or a husband.” “You serious?” I asked. “Yeah” he sighed. “It’s actually lucky I got to you first.” “It is?” I said, turning to face him. “Yeah” he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. “I think you’re one of us, and I’m glad I get to be the one to bring you in.” We just looked at each other for a while, something of a bond forming. Not a romantic one, as I knew he and Dane loved each other, but something else that was special. “Let’s get some rest” he eventually whispered to me. “Turn over.” I turned onto my other side so I had my back to him, and then felt him slide his body over until he was pressed against me, his enormous chain pushing into my shoulder. He then reached down between us, and a moment later his cock was pressing into my backside. Despite the ache in there from the double penetration, I still lifted up my leg to give him better access, and he slowly pushed his cock back into my hole. Once he was fully embedded inside me I lowered my leg, and then he slid one arm under my neck and put his other one round me. I felt safe, and I felt right. It was crazy, given I had started the day a straight man on his honeymoon, but I knew this was the way I needed my life to be from now on. Ignoring the buzzing I could hear from my silenced phone, I flexed my arse on Nick’s cock a few times, then relaxed into his protective embrace and drifted off to sleep…

I offered up Drew’s bare arse on Scruff for new year’s. Looking for Daddies to breed him. Over 2 days he got fucked and seeded by 7 men. One in particular was awesome. He was a bit younger than what Drew usually likes - mid 40s but this guy was so fucking hot. He was about 6ft, muscular bear type, hairy and when he’d stripped down to his boxer briefs I could tell by the massive bulge that he was hung like a fucking horse. Drew pulled down his boxers and set his cock free. He had the biggest and thickest cock I’ve ever seen. Thick foreskin and veined shaft. Drew struggled to get his mouth round the helmet and could only take a third in his mouth. I sucked him as well and fuck - what a mouthful. I sucked him until he was dripping with so much precum Drew lay on his belly and this human bull mounted him and pressed his cock on Drew’s arsehole. Drew was moaning like I’ve never seen him before as this giant cock was forced deep inside him. After a few minute to give Drew’s hole a chance to stretch he started fucking Drew, slowly at first but soon he was pounding Drew’s arse hard. When he shot his load I’m sure the whole street heard. I was so hard watching this guy fuck Drew, He pulled out and Drew’s hole was gaping and I could see a massive load in him. I fucked him and even though his hole was well loose I loved fucking his freshly bred hole full of hot sperm that I came in under a minute. This guy (Hamish) stayed overnight and I got to suck him off in the morning. We’re all into each other so he’s our newest buddy and will definitely be back. He was up for fucking my arse but I’m well nervous about taking that weapon inside me!

Nick led me past the pool and into the house, with Dane occasionally having to give me a prod from behind to get me to keep up as I got distracted by the incredible surroundings. Once inside, I got a brief look at a rather grand room that was very tastefully decorated, before I was directed through a small doorway leading to a set of spiral stairs that we then climbed to reach the next floor up. As we started walking along a corridor up there, I could hear laughter getting closer until we reached one of the few open doors. Inside were two men painting the room, and clearly enjoying each other’s company. “That’s Kenji and Jake” said Nick from up ahead of me as we carried on walking down the long corridor, taking a 90 degree turn at one point. “They’re so cute together” said Dane from behind me. “They try to hide it, but everyone knows they’re in love.” Before I could say anything in response, Nick got to a door and opened it, marching straight in. I caught up to him and then looked in, perhaps a bit surprised to see a fairly simple white bedroom, decorated with modern paintings and furnished in a very tasteful, laid-back way. I guess I had expected something grander. “This is us” Nick said, as Dane came in and closed the door behind us. “We actually sleep here most of the time, and only use the outhouse when we’re hosting.” “But we’ve made an exception for you” continued Dane, giving me a wink. “Also, and perhaps more accurately, our shower out there is fucked” said Nick with a laugh. “Yeah, that too” chuckled Dane. “Bottom boy here detached the shower head for one too many power douches” said Nick, “and the damn thing broke in three.” Dane went bright red, which surprised me a bit as he didn’t seem like the type to get embarrassed by anything like that. “Anyway” said Nick, moving things on, “speaking of douching, why don’t you get in there to clean up a bit and then we’ll get started.” He gestured to a door at the side of the room, so I headed in to a nice modern bathroom. I stripped myself naked and got in the shower, giving myself a quick clean. I noticed the shower had a douche attachment already on a separate hose, so I rather clumsily used that to clean myself inside too, before hopping out and drying off using one of their amazingly soft and luxurious towels. I then re-emerged into the bedroom to see them both standing there naked, which caused my dick to spring into action. “Like what you see huh?” said Dane, grinning at me. “Yes sir” I responded, licking my lips. “Get on the bed on your back” said Nick, “and get those legs in the air.” I did as commanded, and then Dane climbed up onto the mattress and began to finger my hole. “Still nice and open” he said, before repositioning himself between my legs. He then started to push his cock into me, going firmly until he was fully embedded. I realised he must have lubed it up as it slid in without too much difficulty, although my hole ached a little at being stretched again. “Ready?” he whispered, giving me a warm smile. I just nodded in response. His cock was nowhere near as big as Nick’s, but it still felt amazing as he set up a steady rhythm in my hole. He held my ankles for leverage, and kept his eyes firmly locked on mine as he fucked me. I could not look away from him either, so it felt like the world had fallen away and there was just him and me. It was intense. He did not give me any warning before he came, maintaining his rhythm and facial expression until he suddenly slammed in one final time and held in place, his cock spurting toxic juices into me. Only when he finished did he start to pant a bit, gradually pulling himself out of me and sliding off the bed. “Good work” said Nick, before climbing up to take his place. I had kept my legs raised, and he too grabbed hold of my ankles as he poked his cock at my hole until it found its target. He then pushed into me, causing me to squeeze my eyes closed as he stretched me open again. “Poppers” he growled, and I opened my eyes right as Dane thrust a bottle under my nose. I took some deep huffs as Nick bottomed out in me, but got no chance to adjust as he once again immediately got to the fucking. This was not a man with any patience when it came to breeding. He pounded into me like crazy, his piercing rubbing my insides to the point that all I could do was yelp and groan at the intense mix of pain and pleasure. As with the previous fuck with Dane, Nick and I were staring into each other’s eyes throughout. “About to give you your fourth pozzing” he eventually said, before slamming into me. His body spasmed as he pumped me full of semen. The sight of it, and the thought of what was going inside me, caused me to cum hands-free all over my torso. Nick eventually calmed down and slowly slid out of me, and with my strength gone my legs fell to the mattress. The other two guys climbed onto the bed on either side of me and lay down, with all three of us just staring at the ceiling as we came down from the sex. “It’s probably time you let that wife of yours know what’s up” said Nick, after a while. “Or at least that you’re OK. We’re not going to be done for a while yet.” I sighed, but eventually sat up and slid forward down the mattress to get off the bed, and then went through to the bathroom where I had left my phone in the pocket of my shorts. I stood looking at it for a bit, before deciding what to type out: Hannah. I’m sorry. I thought I could make this work, but some things have happened to me today while you were asleep that have made me realise I can’t keep living a lie. I shouldn’t have married you. I was never going to be able to be what you want me to be. I’m sorry. Jobber I signed it off with that name as only she ever called me it, just to make sure she knew it really was from me. I felt like shit for doing it in this way, but I couldn’t face dealing with her in person or on the phone. Not yet. I stared at the message I had sent for a little bit, then turned the phone to silent, took a deep breath, and headed back into the bedroom. Just as I was crossing the floor to where Dane and Nick were still lying on the bed, now both smoking cigarettes, there was a knock at the door followed by it opening before anyone had responded. Standing in the doorway with a grin on his face was a gorgeous man, grinning at us and clutching a bottle of vodka. “Dannick my boys” he bellowed, “I hear you’ve got yourself a newlywed in here!” “Greg” Nick sighed. “Dannick?” I asked. “My little nickname for these lovebirds” Greg said as he strode into the room, still grinning. “What are you doing here?” Nick asked. “Yeah man” said Dane, “this one is our project.” “Oh I know I know” replied Greg, “but it’s not every day another honeymooner finds his way to this place.” “Huh?” I said. “Greg was on day two of his when Hank and Bill got him” said Nick. “Yep!” said Greg, looking proud. “Fucked me senseless all over the Honeymoon Suite while the wife was having a massage.” “Poor girl” said Dane, but with a big grin on his face. “No woman wants to walk in on that.” “She caught you?” I asked. “Being spit-roasted” said Greg, his grin somehow getting bigger. “Jesus” I said. “What happened?” “Dunno” he replied. “For all I know I’m still married to her.” “Bill and Hank kept him on to be our barman” said Nick. “And here I am with the drinks!” Greg said, holding up the bottle of vodka. “Let’s have a couple of shots, and then I’ll let you get back to it.” He slammed the glasses down on a dresser and messily poured out four shots, before handing them out to each of us. “To marriage!” he said, and we all downed the shots. The vodka burned my throat. “To the getting of gifts!” he cheered, after pouring our seconds. “To fun and fuckery!” was his cry for the third round. “OK, that’s enough” said Nick, before Greg could dish out a fourth round. “Yes boss” said Greg. “You know where I am if you need a bit more of a buzz.” He grabbed the bottle of vodka, turned to me and gave me a wink, and then headed out the door slamming it behind him. “Christ” said Dane. “That man is a menace.” “I kinda liked him” I said. “Seems fun.” “Oh, that he is” said Nick, “until you’re face first in the bushes throwing up pure tequila while he fucks you senseless from behind.” “Fun times” said Dane, grinning. I laughed at the image, knowing there as no exaggeration at all in what they had just said. “Anyway” said Nick, “enough of this. Time for you to get both our cocks in you at once!” They both fixed me with an intense look, and I knew my day was only just beginning. I gulped, and then started walking towards the bed…

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Every time I turned away, such as to check that my new bride was still asleep next to me, I would find myself turning back to gaze at him. What was happening to me? Well, that I knew just fine, having been working hard to suppress many things and live how my father wanted me to, but still, I never usually struggled this much to keep a lid on it. Maybe it was just because he was so bold about everything he was in how he presented himself, looking the way that I secretly wanted to deep inside. Well, dear readers, how did he look? I could do my best to describe it, but a picture says a thousand words: Quite the sight, isn’t he? Perhaps you can see why this closet case’s gaze was always on him as he lounged around on the beach by himself. That body. That chain. The cigarette. Oh, and the tattoos. I knew what they meant, and my stomach was churning as I realised how turned on I was by them. My parents hated tattoos and so did Hannah, so my lean and muscled body remained untouched by the needle despite my desire to get inked. My only act of rebellion against the conservative views of those around me had been to get myself what I thought at the time was a pretty hefty bit of neckwear, something Hannah hated but had learned to live with. However, it was nothing compared to what the current object of my obsession was sporting. Anyway, this is me: The Beach God hadn’t been by himself the whole time, having had a couple of friends with him when he arrived. However, they had soon taken off, albeit heading for the dunes further down which suggested to me that they were getting up to no good. They too had caught my gaze, but with Hannah being awake at that point I had needed to be more discreet. Here they are: Back to the God. So far I had watched him do some yoga or something, then he’d rested for a while, and now he was back on his feet doing some stretches as though he was about to go for a run . It was during one of the moves that we made eye contact, and I hurriedly looked away. However, I once again could not keep from gazing back at him, and I found that he was still looking at me. When we made eye contact again he smiled and gave me a nod, before turning his head to look up towards the trees. He then turned back to me, and just stared at me for a moment. I could not turn away, and it felt like our expressionless staring at one another went on for hours. He then looked down as he fished a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his shorts, lit one, then gave me a brief look again before he turned and started walking uphill off the beach and into the trees. As I watched him go my stomach went into overdrive. That was an invitation. He knew what I wanted deep down, and in just a couple of moves of his head he had said “well then, come and get it”. I was newly married and sat beside my sleeping wife. Yet, and perhaps finally after all these years, my suppressed desires got the better of me. I quietly shuffled myself out from under the umbrella, got to my feet, and followed in the direction he had just gone… (to be continued)

OK, I no longer seem to be able to add images, and my attempts to insert from or add links to hosting sites have failed. Will just have to be narration from here on… - - - I sat there looking out at the sea, thinking about what I had done and what lay in store for me. I was going to be getting fucked. A lot. If I wasn’t already, I was going to be getting pozzed. Everything I had planned my life was going to be in tatters. I could not stop this. I did not want to stop this. Images of Nick and Dane filled my mind, and my imagination took over as I pictured a house full of tatted studs like the various men I had seen Nick associate with so far. My dick got rock hard again. I don’t know what it was, but something caused me to turn and look back towards the trees. There, standing at the edge of the forest, I saw a man staring at me, smoking a cigarette. I knew he must be one of “the kids” from the way he looked, with the biohazard tattoos, the enormous chain, and the ripped body. Then something in me clicked. I wanted to look like that. I wanted to live like they did. I took one last look down at Hannah, and then stood up again. I grabbed my flip flops, and walked up towards the man. He watched me approach, his face remaining emotionless, and then as I neared he turned and walked into the gloom of the forest. I paused to watch him disappear, and then followed. I eventually caught up to him, as he had stopped to lean against a tree. “Are you Nick’s?” he gruffly asked, to which I just nodded. “So then why are you here now? He wants you solo.” “I know” I said. “But I don’t know how to find him. He said he would let me know when he wanted me.” “And?” he asked, glaring at me. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay.” I opened my eyes and looked at the man, who in turn had a quizzical expression on his face. “So your wife…” “I’ll tell her, and get an annulment” I said. “Please, help me find him.” He gazed at me for a few moments longer, and then reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, offered me one that I accepted, and then lit them both up with his lighter. “OK” he eventually said. “I’ll take you to Nick, but it’s Bill who decides if you get to stay.” “Thank you” I said. The man, whose name I still did not know, pushed himself off the tree and then briskly walked off with me in pursuit. He took a couple of turns at what seemed to be random places in the trees, and then we emerged into a clearing. On the other side of it I could see Dane bouncing up and down on a man who was lying on his back, who I guessed was Nick. “Let’s give them a minute” said the man. “Dane gets cranky if he doesn’t take Nick’s load at least twice a day.” We stood in silence for a moment watching across the clearing at Dane enthusiastically fucking himself on Nick’s cock, before I spoke up. “I’m Joe, by the way” I said. “Anton” he replied. “How long have you…” “Three years” he said. “Bill hired me to do gardening just after I moved here. Hadn’t even been here a month and I was pozzed.” “Jesus” I said. “Yeah, my girlfriend was not happy” Anton continued, smirking a little for the first time. “Oh, you had a girlfriend?” “I’m bi” he replied. “You?” “I think… I think I’m gay” I said, admitting it to myself at the same time as I spoke the words. “Then your wife really isn’t going to be happy” Anton chuckled. Before we could say anymore, a couple of loud shouts from the other side of the clearing told us that Nick was breeding his boyfriend. “You’re up” said Anton, starting to walk over towards them. I quickly followed. “Gents” Anton said, as we reached the couple. “I found someone looking for you.” Dane and Nick both looked up at me, still coupled following their fuck. “Joe” said Nick, “what’s going on?” I waited until Dane had lifted himself up off his boyfriend, cum gushing out of his well used hole. Nick then slowly got himself up off the ground, and then stood in front of me waiting for a response. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I got back to Hannah and just didn’t want to be there anymore. Please, I don’t want to wait.” Nick examined me for a moment, being joined by Dane who put his arm round his boyfriend. “You know, some things can’t be rushed” Nick eventually said. “It may take a while.” “I know” I said. “But once a day isn’t enough.” “Well, OK then” said Nick, smiling. “Knew you’d get here eventually, but didn’t think it would be within the hour!” All four of us set off walking out of the clearing and back into the trees, the destination unknown to me. During the walk, Nick and Dane told me their own story of how they had come to be here. Despite a ten year age difference between them, a hook up had turned into something more, and Dane had eventually moved into Nick’s apartment. They had come here for their second anniversary, which is when they’d agreed to open up their relationship to keep them both satisfied and into it. Bill and Hank had overheard the conversation from a nearby table, and had made their move later that evening. Nick and Dane had accepted their invitation for drinks and a moonlit dip in the men’s pool, and lubricated with the champagne the evening had progressed. Dane eventually joined Hank in the poolhouse, while Nick found his way to the couple’s bedroom. Dane bending over and taking loads was perfectly normal, but Nick was a top so it was more of a surprise when he lay back on the bed and opened his legs for Bill. By the following morning, both Nick and Dane were full of cum, and they stayed that way for the duration of their trip. This was an extended break for them both after Dane had been made redundant and Nick had just finished a very intense project, so there was more than enough time for them both to come down with the flu before they were due to fly home. Once recovered, they happily accepted Bill and Hank’s offer of a different kind of life, and soon moved in to the older couple’s sprawling mansion. They had never looked back. I listened in awe, somehow knowing that I needed some version of this for myself. I had held myself down for too long, and allowed others like Hannah and my parents to hold me down too. Somehow I needed to convince Bill and Hank that I should be allowed to stay, once Nick and Dane had converted me of course. The trees eventually started to thin out a bit, and then we started encountering high-end looking beach bungalows dotted around. I could not see any other people, but there were definite sounds of sex coming from a couple of the buildings as we passed them. “These are the outhouses” Nick said. “We each have one, but Dane and I also have a bedroom in the house.” “Lucky fuckers” said Anton. “Hey, you should be grateful you don’t have to just sleep in the gardening shed” laughed Dane. “Fuck off” growled Anton, although he smirked a little. After passing a few more of the huts, they rounded a corner and the main building appeared. It was huge. “Bill bought Apple stock at the right time” said Nick, sensing my awe. “I think they were already rich from property, but now they’re mega-rich.” “Wow” I said. “Yup, pretty much what we all said the first time” said Dane. “Just wait until you see the pool.” We made our way through an archway in the perimeter wall, and my mouth dropped open. There in front of me was a sight I knew I wanted to see every day. The pool and the loungers around the side were full of men who absolutely fit into the ‘look’ that these men had, but most prominent was a Russian-looking Adonis standing closest to us. How he was standing with so much silver round his neck I do not know, particularly with the huge scorpion pendant on the chain. “Welcome” said Nick. “This is our home. That there is Sergey, the pool boy.” I nodded at Sergey, who nodded back. ”Now” said Nick, “let’s get upstairs and see if we can’t make it your home too.”

“Who are those guys?” I asked, blowing out a puff of smoke. I had just got up off my knees after cleaning Nick’s cock for a second time, his cum still dripping out of my gaping hole. “The older one is Bill, and Hank is his husband” Nick replied. “How do you know them?” I asked, intrigued by Nick calling the older one “sir”. “I live with them” he said. “We all do.” “We?” “Their kids and grandkids” he replied, smirking. He let out a chortle at what must have been a stunned expression on my face. “Not actual kids” he continued. “Just a collection of guys they have picked up and pozzed, plus one or two more that one of us has gifted.” My stomach just about fell out of me at that point, as the high from the sex was replaced by panic from having taken two poz loads in my beat-up hole. “There’s me, my boyfriend Dane, Zen, Kris, and a few others” Nick said. “But we’re always on the lookout for more housemates.” I coughed out the smoke I had just inhaled, making him chortle again. “I better get back…” I eventually said, once I had calmed myself down. “Of course” he replied, “though you may want to hit the showers first. Tell her a seagull shat on you or something.” “Yeah, er, I will” I said, before taking a final draw of the cigarette and stubbing it out on a tree. “But don’t forget” said Nick, “I’m going to be wanting more of that hole, so start figuring things out.” I nodded, but then heard more crunching as someone walked towards us from behind me. I spun around in a panic thinking it might be Hannah, but was instead greeted by the sight of another stud. “That’s Dane” said Nick, “my boyfriend.” “Holy fuck” I whispered, causing Nick to laugh out loud. “You know, I might make this a joint project with him” said Nick. I mumbled something, entranced by the man approaching us. “Dane!” he called, as the stud got closer. “Just told Bill this one was for me, but what do you say about pairing up?” “Always happy to share” Dane called back. “It’s nice to do things as a couple sometimes.” He got to us, and then stopped to look me up and down. “Nice”’he said, before looking up at me and reaching out his hand. “Dane.” “Joe” I stammered, hesitating before taking his hand for a shake. “Honeymooner” Nick said. “Wife was asleep on the beach.” Dane gave a deep laugh, and then slapped my shoulder. “She may as well just get on a plane home at this point, right?” he said, grinning. They both laughed, but I could not see the funny side of it. “Aw boy” said Nick, “don’t stress about it. Now get yourself to those showers, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” “Er, er, yes sir” I said. I hurriedly put my CKs on, electing to carry my shorts until I had made a dash into the showers to clean off the evidence of my wrongdoings. I then gave each of them a final look before turning and scampering away towards the shower block. I heard them chuckling as I fled. My hole smarted like anything, but I managed to get cleaned off and then stood outside in the sun in my CKs to dry off a bit before I put my shorts back on. I then headed back to where Hannah was, noticing she was still asleep. However, as I tried to get back onto my towel without waking her, she stirred. “Hmmm, what time is it?” she asked, her face fortunately being away from me as I winced while sitting back down. “Er, about two” I said. She groaned, then turned onto her back and sat up. She faced me, and then got a strange expression on her face. “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I dunno” she said, “you just look a little rattled.” “Oh, yeah, er, when I went to go for a swim a seagull shat on me, so I’ve just had to go and shower” I said. “Gross” she replied, screwing up her face. Then she lay back down, and within moments I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep again.

It was a few weeks after my 21st birthday and I'd headed out with some friends for the evening. We were a group of typical twinks, and I'd chosen a tight white t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers. Not to brag, but my dark hair was perfect, the t-shirt almost sprayed onto my lean, tight, toned body. Ass perfect in the jeans. I kissed a couple of guys, and it got pretty wild. One of my friends had coke (until then the only drug I'd ever tried) and I seemed to get pretty drunk pretty quick. My friends started to peel and pair off, and then before I knew it the bar we were in was closing. I stumbled around the street for a little while, alone at this point, before seeing another bar down the road still open. I'd only ever walked past it before. It was known as a seedy, older guy's bar, but I wanted more booze so I made it up the street and headed in. Pretty much every head turned as I stumbled through the door, and there were maybe 20 guys sat around the small, dark bar. I headed in as confidently as I could, trying not to look too drunk, and leaned against the bar. There were audible gasps behind me, men leering, and I was the youngest in there by at least 25 years. The bartender was an older, stocky guy, dressed in a leather vest. He headed over. "Can I help you Son?" I tried my best to look sober. "Er, yeah, just a beer please?" He raised an eyebrow, but then surveyed the room. Seemed like his customers were enjoying the view, and he shrugged as he gave me a beer. I dropped my wallet as I got it out of my pocket, and as I bent down to get it I heard more gasps behind me. I knew my ass would look good like this. I paid for the drink and sipped on it as casually as I could. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the bar stools. Maybe 50 or so, he was dressed in leather, looked a little skinny but paunchy, and he gave me a smirk as I sipped my beer. I looked away, but could see everyone else in the bar staring at me and whispering. One guy in the corner was just staring at me non-stop, and he had his hand in his trousers, a goon expression on his face. 'Damn, what kind of place is this?' "Don't mind Frank," a low voice said next to me. I jumped a little. The guy from the bar stool had wandered over. I looked blankly at him. "The guy jerking himself off over there, he does it here every night," he smirked. "I can see why he'd have his hand in his pants for you though". He's eyes wandered down my body. "Sexy little piece aren't you?" I blushed, giving him a weak smile, trying to seem as sober and in control as I could. His breath was awful, really rotten, and I could see that his teeth were a mess, even some missing. His face close up was aged and haggard, with blotches all over, and his hair was thinning. "So what's a sexy little fucker like you doing in a shithole like this?" I smirked. "Can't a guy just buy a drink?" He thought for a second: "Sure he can, but most people come in here looking for other things too..." I blinked, my head feeling fuzzy, and I felt like everyone in the room was getting closer. Frank in the corner was really beating his meat now, tongue out, staring at me, and I put my beer down on the bar. "I er... gotta go..." I went to walk away but almost feel over, and the man's hands grabbed me around my waist. "Whoa boy, think you've had enough, better get you outta here..." He walked me to the front door and into the street, propping me up against the wall. "You okay kid?" I nodded, not very convincingly, my head hung in drunken stupor. "I'm gonna... gonna go home..." Weirdly the air seemed to make me feel better, and I looked up to see him grinning down at me. "You won't get a cab around here, it's kicking out time." I looked up the street, and to be fair it was very busy. "My place isn't far, come back for a drink and you can get a cab from there..." I seemed to get a second wind, and nodded. "Sure man, why not?" I managed to walk unaided as we headed towards his place. It was about a five minute walk, and as we went he told me his name was Steve. "Alex," I'd said non-nonchalantly, him walking slightly behind me. We got to a pretty run down apartment building and he let us in. His place was a mess, mattress in the middle of the floor, beer cans and food boxes everywhere, and it smelled too. It looked like he only had one room. There was a couch covered in dirty clothes, and a small kitchen unit in the corner. "You got a bathroom?" He nodded towards the only door on the far side of the room, and I headed in as he went to the fridge. His bathroom was filthy. Toilet un-flushed, mess everywhere. I was planning to leave but I needed to piss like my life depended on it. A let out a thunderous stream of piss, my aim all over the place as I pissed on his seat and floor. I flushed and steadied myself on the sink, looking into the dirty mirror. Peeling my phone out, I pulled up the Uber app. Swaying as I ordered, I got an alert straight away telling me there were no cabs. "You okay in there?" he shouted through the door. "Yeah man," I said, heading out into the living area. "Can't get a fucking cab..." "Stay, have a drink..." he said, bringing over two glasses to the couch area. He'd cleared some space, and by this point I was totally hammered, so I sat down on his couch and took the glass. I sipped it, fuck it was strong, and he encouraged me to drink it. "I put a nice, healthy dose of G in there for you... mine too..." I looked at him. "Huh? G?" He nodded, a warm smile on his face. "It's perfectly safe, I know what I'm doing..." At this point I didn't care - it felt like I was losing control, so I gulped the drink down. "Fuck..." I said. "That tasted nasty..." "Yeah, G isn't the nicest taste..." he said, finishing his own drink. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" I nodded. "Sure man, your place." He got up, giving a big stretch, and took off his leather shirt. His body was pale and gaunt, with a podgy belly, and he looked like he had sores all over him. I stretched on the sofa, arching my back. "Fuck man that stuff was strong..." My head feeling cloudy and whoozy, but a growing elated feeling inside me. I started grinning, almost uncontrollably, and giggling to myself. I started to feel warm - and as I looked over he was making another drink. He came over and handed it to me. "No G don't worry, just a normal drink..." I sat and sipped it, getting talkative and funny all of a sudden, making him laugh. It was so warm. "Your cheeks are flushed Alex... get more comfortable if you want..." I smirked, giving him a wink. "Like that wouldn't you?" I pulled up Spotify on my phone and put some music on. I got up. "Come on, let's dance!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm too old for dancing..." I shrugged, dancing around the room, feeling amazing and so sexy at the same time. I was dancing at him, for him, and I lifted up my t-shirt to show him my lean, toned six pack, rubbing it for him. His eyes were wide, and I could see a bulge in his pants. Turning my back to him, I shook my ass, playing with my t-shirt, flashing skin at him. I grabbed for my drink, almost knocking it over and taking a gulp. As I carried on dancing he leered at me as I showed him glimpses of my body. Before long, I slowly peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I motioned for him to join me with my finger, and as he approached, I turned my back and started grinding my ass into him. Fuck I was horny, all sense and repulsion of this guy I would never have looked at twice out of the window. The smell of his breath ground me for a second, but then his hands touched me, and I arched my back, feeling his fingers rake down my exposed ribs, taking in my flat, firm stomach, my tiny waist, my smooth back. "Do you want me to take you to heaven Alex?" He moved away, heading into a cupboard in the kitchen, and I tried to see what he was doing. "What's that?" I said, as he messed around with his back to me. "Heaven," he said, turning back and nodding at the mattress. "Take off your clothes, lie on the mattress, and I'll take you to heaven..." I shrugged. 'Fuck it,' I thought, kicking off my shoes and socks and peeling down my jeans. I could see him stealing glances back at me as I undressed, and soon I was nude, clambering onto the dirty, smelly mattress. I was too horny to care, and so curious about this 'heaven' that I lost all sense. He took a while in the kitchen and my semi died, my soft cock lying lazily on my stomach. I heard some muffled sounds behind me, and as I turned back he seemed to be taking something off his arm, holding his arm above his head. He coughed violently for a minute, before heading over to the mattress and kneeling next to me. He started tying a shoelace around my arm. I looked at him, puzzled, before he held up a needle almost full to the brim with liquid. "What... what's that?" I said, nerves rising in me but some other force inside pushing them back down. "Heaven," he whispered, holding my exposed arm. I felt a sharp jolt as he pushed the needle into my arm, and I wriggled slightly. "Keep still," he said, an almost manic look in his eyes. He seemed to be mouthing a countdown to himself, before he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Welcome to heaven." In an instant, my entire body spasmed. I gasped in shock, trying to sit bolt upright but he pushed me back down. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was having an orgasm at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it in my entire life. My eyes wide, glazed, mouth wide open, head rolling around as he held my arm in the air and tore the shoelace off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I kept saying as I rolled around on his mattress, my back arched, nude body trembling. I looked down, and my soft cock had cummed all over my abs. I hadn't felt an orgasm at all, and I kept gasping in shock and the feeling washed over me. He dropped my arm, his mouth diving onto my dick, slurping every last drop of my un-felt cum shot. My soft dick dribbling semen. He started licking at my abs, making weird moans, clawing at my nude body as his rancid teeth raked at my soft skin. My head rolling around, unable to lie still, arms reaching up behind me, clawing at nothing in particular. By this point he was shifting position, pushing my legs apart. I'd never been as horny in my entire life. Staring at him, my eyes demented. "Oh fuck yes fuck me!" He pushed himself in between my legs, holding them in the air, and started rubbing his bare cock on my hole. He looked down at me, he looked like a demon, and started to frantically, desperately push. My hole, my body's last defense, desperately trying to reject his bare leaking cock as he pushed harder. It hurt, but I didn't care, my soft cock twitching on my stomach, leaking more cum onto my abs as my hole finally yawned open around his mushroom. I gasped, clawing at the disgusting mattress, digging my nails into it as he pushed deeper into me. He started fucking me, hard, holding my legs up. He took one of my bare feet and put it to his mouth, his tongue all over my toes as I flexed them. I felt his dick push through my second ring, his exposed cockhead deep in my gut. I reached out to grab him, pulling him down onto me and locking my mouth onto his. My tongue running all over his rancid mouth, my perfect straight teeth banging up against the stumps and gaps of his gums. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and his arms went under my armpits, cradling me as he fucked me bare. My back arching, pushing my hard nipples into his flabby chest. "Oh fuck yes!" Arms around his neck, legs locked around his back as he fucked his cock into my gut. He was grunting in my ear, both of us lost in drug-induced horniness as he cradled my twink body. "Oh fuck... fuck... I'm gonna..." He held me, maybe too tight, as he made one last, desperate, jabbing thrust as deep inside me as he could get, unleashing a torrent of cum into my unprotected body. Ropes and ropes of thick, creamy semen layering against the walls of my gut. I lay there panting as he roughly pulled out of me, lying down next to me on the mattress...

So had a pretty fantastic start to the new year! I am in Gran Canaria with my bf and he’s been coming to increasingly enjoy my appetite for dick and loads so we had an agreement that on Jan 1st he would be first and last and then I could be a slut for whoever I wanted in between. Since we were going to the beach my load taking was restricted to after 6:30pm so I didn’t have any expectations. I had been trolling the apps a bit, so had already arranged the first hookup with a bear top couple around 6:30. My bf gave me a farewell fuck and bred me deep. Then I Went over to the bear couples place and they stuffed me good and gave me 2 loads. There is Another couple from the UK that I had hooked up with on my last trip to GC. Turns out they are in town too and would love to hook up again. We had an amazing 3some. I had to work hard and rode them both for about 20 minutes and milked their dicks. They have such amazing cocks that I came so hard many times over. 2 huge loads added to my ass and cum all over their bed from my sloppy ass 😂😈💦🐽 I had told a guy about these plans of mine and he was horny AF to fuck my loaded hole. He came over for a nice 6th one. Another guy who I’ve chatted with before and thought was a flake had been texting me. He came over and felched my hole and kissed me with some of the loads. Has a huge dick and came twice during a nice 30 min session. Sloppy sounds all the fuck very hot. 7+8 🐽💦 A guy from Grindr that I also had chatted with before and suddenly now was the perfect chance. He asked to use a condom and I said no then he said “ok” and fucked me bare and his cock was frothing in loads until he dumped his own 😂🐽💦 Another quick one from Grindr some roadbiker who wanted to dump a load cause he wasn’t going out. 10. Some hours had had passed at this point so then now that the steady stream of fucks had passed I went with the bf to the sex bar Factory. Hole loaded AF dropped a glob of cum on the floor of the sex club, my ass reeked of it in a very hot way. Found a guy next to the wall, seduced him for a nice fuck, huge but comfortable cock. Amazing hot breeding. 11. A couple of guys then fucked me that I think were on viagra so they couldn’t cum, but pleasant sloppy fucks. Last fuck then in the booth, a guy came loudly in My ass. 12. It was kinda late at this point and we had morning plans so my bf fucked me for 20 minutes roughly and bred me deep at the end for the last load of the night. 13. Would have loved to get in the sling to get felched and fucked more but sometimes you gotta compromise 😈😁💦.

Mine actually poked right through ..... 😀 Yeah, and despite the "high cost of everything" these days, I hope they can all still afford to eat. (tongue retracted, back inside). Around BZ, it's the community that gets nothing, and the moderators get everything - not. Seriously, it's easy to break a rule when we first join BZ. I know I did, and when it happened I took the time to figure out why. Asked one of the moderators for guidance re: what I did wrong, he replied, and it's been fine ever since. Again, seriously: This site is fantastic. Far more productive than not, and a rich opportunity to exchange thoughts. perceptions. viewpoints on all kinds of issues. Sure, there are some subjects I don't bother to read since they don't interest me. I rather doubt I'm missed in those threads either. Every guy gets to take part in an amazing exchange, whenever he decides to log on. Observing the rules seems a truly tiny "price" to pay.

Thank you @amsrat. I have a plan to get sorted so 2024 should be my year, but it will involve travel 🙂

Hi all, been gone awhile, checking back in a bit, see whats poppin 🙂

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

Danny was a 20 something boy living with his parents down the street. He would walk by my house all the time in shirtless. 5'9" Slightly hairy, Thin but toned, with a beautiful ass. Messy brown hair always in an ill fitting ball cap. Jeans riding low with his boxer waistband showing. I always thought he was hot. so one afternoon i waved at him to say hi. and he said hi and walked over to talk. I asked him why he was always walking by without a shirt on, and wasn't he worried he would get sun burned. And he just said "Mr Taylor like me to arrive this way when he fucks me?" I looked back at him dumbfounded. "Mr Taylor fucks you?" "yep" "but i see you walking by like this at least once or twice a day and that's only when i happen to be looking outside, so i know i can't be seeing you every time you are out walking around." "Yep" "So you just like walking shirtless because he will fuck you occasionally?" "Oh no, i don't like it at all, if you see me shirtless i am walking to or from his house for fucking" "How many loads do you get a day? and why do it if you don't like it?" "I don't like being shirtless, but i love the fucking and can never get enough cum in my ass. So i do what i am asked and i get what i want." He shrugs. "And i usually get at least 2 loads a day shot in my ass" "Fuck dude, Mr Taylor has is good if he gets to fuck you that often, and you take it bare?" I say getting hard thinking about his hole full of fuck juice. Looking at my pants he seeing me hard and just points and says "I can help you with that if you want, Mr Taylor doesn't care if anyone fucks me, hell, he sells my hole for money sometimes, or tells me to get my loads other places if i am too horny for him" "Are you coming from or going to Mr Taylor's now." He frowns a bit and says "Coming from, if you want me fresh i can go clean out and come back" "Fuck no, you better not, i like cummy holes" He smirks, walks past me into my house and pulls his pants down to show me beautiful hole leaking cum. I tasted his warm leaking hole and he just moaned. After i found all i could in his hole i lined up and mounted my new favorite neighborhood slut. He groaned in ecstasy as i pushed into his freshly fucked and rimmed hole. "Any other neighbors fuck you?" "Not yet sir, i keep looking and hoping" "Danny, you can stop by here anytime you have cum in your hole. Be warned i will eat out your hole if you are wanting to keep the cum, but i will fuck another load in you before you leave" "sounds good sir, i will save your house for last" That was all i needed to hear, i unloaded in my new favorite slut. He smirked as i pulled free of him. He was squeezing his hole to try and keep his prize in. Then turned around and cleaned my dick off with his mouth as he pulled his pants back up. "Anything else you need Mr Myers?" "Give me the sluttiest kiss you can muster, and the remember to come back" He grins, obliges, and walks out of my house. God i can't wait till he comes back.

I sat at the small desk, looking through profiles on barebackrt while I drank my scotch. I had already cleaned out and was so horny to get fucked. It had been eight weeks. I had been so busy with work back home the best I had managed was a blow job. I was hard, horny and drunk, jacking off looking at all the hot guys in the local area and I knowing I needed a good hard fucking. I should never make choices when this drunk. The scotch had gone down far too easily tonight, and the warm water of my douche only served to turn me on more. Additionally to being horny beyond belief, four weeks earlier I had stopped taking PrEP. I honestly couldn't say I had a good reason beyond the reality that I hadn't been getting any action, so PrEP seemed kinda pointless. But at this point, sitting at that desk at the hotel, part of my brain asked had I made a mistake? I knew I wouldn't be satisfied if I got fucked by a top wearing a condom. Now, I needed the sensation of a load being blown in my ass. I needed to know I was being used as a cumdump. In my drunken state I decided I just needed find a neg top and leave it at that. That should be reasonably safe, and when I got home tomorrow I would jump straight back on the PrEP. I had already drunkenly given my mobile and address to a number of profiles on BBRT and Recon, mostly the kinda guys to whom I regularly jacked off: massively hung, rough, no holds barred. The sort of guy who wouldn't pause in his assault on my throat or ass even if I gagged or screamed. I guess the truth was I wanted to feel that searing pain as the guy tore my ring - just like my ex used to. There was nothing hotter then being held down under his older muscly body, to feel him cover my mouth and force his cock into me with just spit. He liked having a boyfriend some 20 years younger, a younger man he could control, a man he could use and rape. I think he got off on seeing my blood on the sheets in the morning. He paid for everything and in exchange he used me hard. However when I reached my 20th birthday he made it clear: I was too old for him, and he had found a new, younger model. Now at 21 I needed another daddy - but I had to be sensible. But did I? My logical brain was at war with my drunken horny brain. My phone went off. He hadn't responded to my message. He had just come over. Shit. I quickly looked-up his profile. Fuck. Everything I wanted but which I shouldn't have. He had a good nine inch thick, beer can thick cock - assuming his photographs did his cock justice. He was 6'3" to my 5'7", and he had 30kg on me. He was a monster of a man. And the big metal PA on the end of his poz cock was unlikely to do my ass lining any favours. My sober self said to ignore him and hope he went away, but I couldn't. He was much, much more than I had ever dreamed I'd get to play with. Chapter 2 coming soon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S I'm in sydney for real in July if there are any poz tops wanting to help give me some more inspiration.

I’ve messed up a couple of times, and was suspended for a few days. I apologized to the moderators, and when my time was up, came back, and have hopefully learned my lesson. Was I mad? No! I was disappointed that I couldn’t participate during my time out. No one is forced to be here. And we all are all better off without bad, negative attitudes on here. We have to deal with that enough in the “real” world. Happy New Year to everyone.

Thanks @amsrat, right back at you fella. Two sleazy minds sounds like a fucking hot connection 😈

That possibility always, always, always exists, at least for me. Just because I happen to like whatever, doesn't mean every other guy does.

@alphapoz: The ONLY violation you've ever had was not in the least arbitrary, it was for posting a restricted topic outside the backroom. In fact, you posted HIV fetish content in the Health section, and the inappropriateness of that is really pretty obvious. If you want to know why, well, the explanatory comment I made to @lukesLapForLoads is directly applicable to your case as well. I encourage you to read it...

The typical prison-set story would probably involve some new inmate having his cherry popped and becoming the personal cumdump of a dominant prisoner. Maybe it would involve an inmate being used by the guards. Maybe it would even be some sickly love story about two cellmates finding comfort in each other’s arms. But that is not how this story goes. No, for I am actually a prison guard, my cherry was popped years ago, and this is the story of how I was ‘set free’ by a prisoner. I had played along with the stereotype for hunky young men in my school, dating a pretty girl, marrying her after graduation, and having a couple of babies shortly after that. I had not gone to college, but instead got a job in a security firm before applying for a role as a prison guard once I was a bit older. Eventually we had moved to a different, larger town after my wife inherited a small house from her great aunt, and I had managed to pick up a job at the prison there. This is all well and good, but of course is not the whole story. I had first acted on my impulses when I was a security guard, forcing a drunk guy who was trespassing on the land I was looking after to suck me off so that I would let him go. Another trespasser was made to let me suck him off. When I caught two guys living rough on a construction site I was patrolling, I let them stay as long as they fucked me every night. I made them wear condoms of course, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would rather they went in bare. Being a prison guard had opened up new opportunities for me, but these were definitely more limited in the first place that I worked just because of how small it was. It was only once I had got settled in at my current job at a huge state prison on the edge of town that I realised how much I was going to be able to satisfy my need for cock, so that I could go home every night with that itch scratched and duly play my role as the good husband, the doting father, the man of the house. It was very easy to identify the inmates who could give me what I needed, in exchange for cigarettes, weed or whatever they wanted (within reason). However, I also knew that it would be best to not leave much evidence behind wherever on the complex I found to have these interactions, so I got myself on PrEP and finally ditched the condoms. There were a few places I could risk getting inmates to fuck me without any issues. There were three different storage cupboards out of view of security cameras that served the purpose well, depending on whether I was guarding the inmates doing laundry, those doing who were cleaning the communal showers, or the ones getting some library time. There was also a secret locker at the back of one of the landscaping sheds which had apparently been put in by a now-retired dodgy guard for storing contraband he could sell to the prisoners, which I took over as my personal pounding room when I was guarding the inmates doing the gardening. I had to have my wits about me though, and a chance encounter in a public toilet with a guy called Bill who worked in the security room proved to be very helpful. Thereafter, in exchange for daily access to my ass if he wanted to bust a load, I could rely on him to work things so that I could have a bit of time with a prisoner a few times a week without being filmed or seen. It was a nice arrangement, and meant that I ended most of my shifts with at least two loads in me. Then one day I got sick. No, not ‘that’ kind of sick, but rather I picked up a stomach infection. It knocked me off work for a few days, and when I went to the doctor he put me on some antibiotics while also telling me to lay off certain things for a while. Alcohol was one, my PrEP pills were another. Indeed, he told me I should take the opportunity to give my body a break from that regime, and I would just need to adjust my lifestyle accordingly for a bit (though he didn't delve into why a married man was taking the pills). I had already been off them for nearly a week given I couldn’t keep anything down, and now he wanted me to take another three or four weeks without swallowing one. What. A. Nightmare. However, I decided to be a good patient and do as he asked. I spoke to the warden about returning to work but needing a bit of time to get back into the swing of things, and he put me on a few days of admin duties to help him catch the place up after a secretary had left and they’d failed to recruit anyone else suitable. This worked well for me, giving me some time away from the temptation of the prisoners while still allowing me to keep Bill sweet by sucking him off once or twice a day. After a bit of persuading, I also let him resume fucking me as he said he was clean and, well, I needed him to be on side when I got back to doing what I loved. I suppose it was naive of me to think I would not be sent back to my normal day job, and when I was finally put back on guarding duties I still had three weeks to go before I could go back on the pills. I carried some condoms around with me in case I got weak, but I focused on trying to stay out of the way of the clique of prisoners who had become my regulars. This wasn’t so easy, but for a few days I managed it to the point that I thought I would maybe make it through until I was safe to resume normal service. There were two things that I didn’t know in all of this. First, my clique was getting seriously restless, not just from a lack of easy sex but also because their regular supply of contraband had been cut off. Second, two of my fellow guards were also now suffering from the shutdown in the system. Mike and Steve were, it seems, rather crooked and had found out about my exploits after confronting Bill about some oddities in the footage. They had been looking for something to use against a prisoner at the time, but once my activities came to light they had instead decided to make some money out of it. They could have gone down the immediate blackmail route with me, but instead had set up tiny cameras in all of my secret spaces to get some footage they could sell online as well as hold in reserve to use against me if needed. I had, entirely unintentionally and unknowingly, become a bit of a porn star. Anyway, my sudden disappearance was becoming an issue. A few days away because I was sick was something everyone just had to put up with, but the knowledge that I was back in the building but still somehow unavailable was going down less well. The fact that I was even now back on guarding duties but still not putting out was, it turned out, intolerable. Bill knew why I was taking a break, but he was also not in a position to deny Mike and Steve’s demands for a resolution to the problem, and thus the three of them formed a plan. They figured I needed to be ‘re-inducted’ to the way of life that made them money, and they were going to see to it that I realised the error of my ways. That plan involved me reporting for a meeting I had been notified about through what seemed like an official email, only to find myself alone in the smaller and more remote of the two conference rooms at the prison. After waiting for a bit I got up to leave, which is when I found the door had quietly been locked by someone on the outside. I banged on it and shouted, but no-one came and I soon gave up. I slumped in a seat, quite alarmed at the situation I was in, until I heard the door unlock. Before I could get up it swung open and three of my regulars walked in. Patrick was a big hulk of a man, tattooed from head to toe, always wearing a grimace, and pretty much the most rampant rapist of other prisoners that we guards knew of. Mark was pretty short and looked kind of feeble, but he was sharp as a nail, was at the centre of most of the contraband rings going, and I also knew him to be hung like a horse. Gary was quite a gentle looking man, belying his true nature as a violent thug who rather made up for his homosexuality by behaving as much like an alpha as he could. “Been avoiding us” said Gary. “Er, guys, I, have, er, been, er, sick” I stammered. “Yeah, like two weeks ago” Mark said, sneering. “You’ve been avoiding us since. What gives?” “I, er…” I tried to reply, but was cut off by Patrick striding towards me, throwing me face forwards onto the conference room table, and then grabbing the fabric of my pants. He unceremoniously ripped a huge hole at the back, and then immediately tore through my Calvin Kleins underneath. I barely had time to react when I felt his cock ram into my hole, which fortunately Bill had fucked just an hour earlier so I was at least a little stretched and lubed. It still hurt like hell though, and I yelled in pain but also in horror. Patrick fucked me like a madman, and then blew his load inside me. Gary followed suit, then Mark. Then Patrick again. Then Gary again. You get the drift. They were damn near relentless. I knew I was fucked. Not only do I mean I was being fucked, but in the other sense I was fucked too. You see, not only was Patrick a known rapist, but every single one of the prisoners who he set his sights on would wind up in the infirmary with flu. The other guards hadn’t made the connection, but I knew what was going on. Patrick was clearly as toxic as it gets, and all these men he took as his own were getting pozzed. Now here I was taking load after load from him when I had no protection of any kind, and I guess you could say I knew my fate was sealed. As for Gary and Mark, I had no idea of their status, although if they weren’t already poz then repeatedly dipping their cocks into the toxic splooge that Patrick was leaving in my hole was possibly going to take them down too. In all, while bent over the conference table that afternoon, I took twelve loads. Five were from Patrick, four from Mark, and three from Gary. My hole was left gaping, dripping cum that I also found had a pink tint to it when I was finally allowed to leave the room and run across the hall to the bathroom. They’d fucked me so much I was bleeding, meaning I was pretty damn sure what was in store for me. I was on the Poztown Express, and life as I knew it would be over. Suddenly a calm descended on me as I realised that I didn’t care. If anything, I felt a wave of euphoria and relief flow over me. Orchestrating this secret life on the side had been kind of exhausting, but nowhere near as tiring as maintaining the pretence of being some kind of perfect straight man. If Patrick had kept to his normal form then I was going to be testing positive soon, and maybe that’s just what I needed to break me out of the ‘straightjacket’. I decided then and there that I would resume normal service the next day, and Patrick would be the one I aimed to get with the most. But that wasn’t enough. After finding some fresh pants and starting the drive home, I felt compelled to find some way to keep things going that same day. A beast had been unleashed in me, and that beast needed feeding. I circled back round off my normal route, and headed for the overpass where I knew I could find what I was looking for. Sure enough, when I pulled up nearby and got out of my car, I could see a couple of fires burning in barrels, and the shapes of various men hanging around. I took a deep breath, then walked over towards them all. When I reached the camp and looked around, I briefly paused to take in my surroundings before finally recognising the man I had come to see. Standing a few feet away and staring intently at me was Willy, a former inmate that we guards knew was Patrick’s boy and who had, as we were not surprised to hear, joined the ranks of the homeless after being released. “What the fuck you doing here” he spat out at me. I didn’t reply, but instead just walked towards and then past him to a gap in the tents and cardboard boxes that I could see beyond. I stepped into that gap, noting it felt a bit like a dark alley being out of the light from the barrel fires, and then took another deep breath. As I heard the crunch of someone walking up behind me, I undid my new pants and pulled them down, revealing my torn underwear beneath. I then bent forward, put my hands on the concrete of the overpass for support, and pushed my butt back. The message was heard loud and clear, and in mere moments I felt a cock being pushed into me. I don’t know if it was actually Willy or one of the other guys living there, but he fucked me good and hard for a few minutes and then blew his load. Another followed suit, his cock being so thick it made me yelp as it went in despite how stretched I was by this point. Once he was done, a whole procession of more average-sized guys stuck their dicks in me and blew a load. Maybe some of them had a second go, but I never looked back to see. All I knew is that Willy at least must be diseased, and I was willing to bet that many of the others were too. Indeed, I suspected I was getting more than just HIV pumped into me. After a bit of a clean-up by the car with some moist towels, I went home to endure the wrath of my wife for being so late. I chuckled to myself at how angry she was going to be when the truth came out, and the fact that I found the prospect of that funny only assured me that I was finally on the right path. The next day it was much the same story. I managed to get a session in with Patrick in the landscaping shed, and then after clocking off I went back to the overpass to take some more dirty loads from all the homeless guys who fancied using me, then home to fury in woman form. The day after, Patrick took me in the laundry storage room, followed by Gary in the landscaping shed, and then it was back to the overpass that night on the way home. You get the idea. I was a man on a mission. The warden was deeply displeased when I called in sick with the flu just a few weeks after being off with that stomach bug, but there we go. We were already short staffed, so I knew my job was safe despite what was about to go down in my personal life. Sure enough, once I was better I got myself tested, and then proudly put the results in front of my wife. HIV, and at least three other STDs. She of course went apeshit, and I was out on my ass. I stayed with Bill for a couple of days while I got an apartment of my own sorted, and barely three days after moving in the divorce papers arrived. My wife took the kids and moved back to her mother’s, the house went on the market, and that was that. Old life gone, new life started. I was free. By raping me with his toxic cock, Patrick had not only possibly been the one to poz me, but he’d set me loose from the constraints that I had built up around my world. Now I was an open, happy pig, able to visit any bar, club or bookstore in town without worrying about who saw me, and readily accepting any man who happened by to come round to my place to spend the night buried inside me. I decided not to stop my community service at the overpass, and to this day I’m there several times a week chasing down whatever bugs the men have picked up. As for prison life, things got interesting. Bill knew my status but didn’t stop fucking me, so he eventually got taken down with the bug. Mike and Steve crossed a line with Mark on a contraband deal gone wrong, and soon found themselves being set upon by Patrick, Gary and a load of other guys when they were on garden guarding duty, before being made to bend over in my secret shed to take their punishment. That’s two more staff now pozzed. The warden getting drunk and coming on to me one night took the tally up to five, and got me a promotion as well in exchange for my silence on the matter. He also agreed to shut off a couple of cameras periodically, so I'm now a lot more free to get what I need from a much larger group of regulars. Funny how things work out. Anyway, I told you this wouldn’t be your normal prison story. Who knows where things will go next in my life, but for now I have to run. We have a busload of new prisoners arriving soon, and I want to go and see if I can guess which one will be first to succumb to Patrick’s DNA. Lucky bastards...

There are so many different guys I lust after and have a crush on on this site... all different sizes, shapes, preferences... but most I keep to the UK in case I should ever be so lucky!

Thanks for the hot story. You should give up your arse to thos bull. Get it well fucked and bred mmm.😉

Sign me up. I'm all the way In!

And pleased to chat again when we have the chance! When I joined here I thought not to be appreciated at all; and I'm happy there are several folks respecting me and on occasion even playfully flirt me!

And that’s how I want @versmetropig to give it to me when I’m back in the States

i too "have loved this site from the beginning." You seem pretty reasonable and smart to me, my guess is you'll figure out how to get as much as you can, and share what you can with a great community. Despite the high cost of membership, i feel it's a service well worth the cost. With all the well paid moderators, no one should ever have opportunity to whine because of a violated entitlement. Tongue removed from (my) cheek. No one likes to get reproved for rule violations (cept maybe a few subs). i'd venture to speculate that rawTOP and the moderators here even consider some of those rules petty and inappropriate. i don't generally believe that is rawTOP's or the moderators doing, rather it's their efforts to keep from having this forum shut down. That's a real threat, Remember CL personal ads? Travel to Virginia, home of Thomas Jefferson, and try to access BZ. Unless you have a VPN, you will not be allowed on BZ in VA, compliments of the commonwealth of VA (and they are not the only state in the US to do that). It's easy to be an armchair athlete and criticize the doers for doing it wrong. BZ is a privately owned site though, not a democratic republic. One can use their 'voice' and vote control freaks out of office who make rules that do force sites like BZ to toe a line you disagree with. Personally, i think BZ is doing a great job, and i am grateful for their efforts to keep this forum going. i've been here 12 years and, 2600 posts later, have never managed a violation. i'm not particularly vanilla, and i've never read the rules, so i've likely been lucky. If i do happen to, it seems to me the adult thing to do is to suck it up, apologize and try and correct the violation. To me, what we have on BZ is worth a few rules to keep BZ in existence.

I'm hooked on this story. Anything with a smoking angle will do that. Not usually turned on by AI art but damn keep it coming.

I believe sex should be good for everyone involved - if it's not, and someone wants to stop for whatever reason I will stop. Depending on the guy - and the reason - I may or may not give it another try another time. It's not the end of the world if I don't get to cum one time lol. Honestly, if a bottom cums while I'm fucking him that'll usually trigger my orgasm at the same time anyway 🙂

I'm going to disagree (politely, I hope) with @BlackDude and @topblkmale, with the understanding that as a white guy, my own experience with such programs is mostly lacking. If we truly had a color-blind (and sex-blind) society, a la Star Trek's Next Generation era (TOS was sadly lacking on the sex-blind front), then sure, DEI would be essentially useless or superfluous. But we don't. Broadly speaking, we tend to respond differently to (and deal differently with) people who are "like" us - whether it's racially, genderwise, or sexual-orientationwise - than those who are not. It may be subtle or not subtle, but it's often there, and worst, when it's subtle, we're often unaware of it. And those different responses can make the difference between a hiring "yes" or "no", between being admitted to a program and not being admitted, and so on. We can talk till we're blue in the face about merit and "let the best person win", but the reality is that "best person" is a nebulous concept at best. Two candidates for a job, program or whatever are highly unlikely to be identical except for a couple of selected measurements (where it would be easy to pick the "best" one). Rather, it's more likely that A has three years of experience in exactly this particular job or program, while B has only 18 months of that experience but has four years in addition in a leadership role in a related field. In other words, the very act of picking which qualifications merit what kind of assessment for "best" is itself subject to personal biases - what do you value more? And once you get into "what do you value more?", the inherent bias to look for "others like us" frequently kicks in without recognizing it. An assertive white guy, for instance, might well be ranked highly because he's considered a "go getter", while a woman displaying very similar personality traits can be thought of as "too aggressive" and a similar black guy might be considered "too militant". Even if all of that is dealt with, somehow, there's still the inherent bias for, say, people from a similar educational background, or who had internships (frequently doled out to the kids of higher-ups in a given firm) with the kind of people we identify with. All of which is to say that "meritocracy" - let the best person win - is a mirage, for the most part. The primary beneficiaries of that mirage are (unsurprisingly) straight white males, often Christian ones, because those are the people who have the power and that power flows down through the people they hire, who are (again) the beneficiaries of that mirage of merit. As long as that mirage exists, there's a place for DEI, if nothing else but to remind us to look more carefully at all the options out there (which is, after all, the original meaning of "affirmative action" - to affirmatively seek out qualified candidates who aren't like us, because they are likely to get passed over even when they're as qualified or more so than others).

Not only the first fuck but the first breeding too. It sometimes take three or four cocks will I get the first load in my ass.

There's no lube as good as real cum. It feels better, and you know it's better because it's another guy's juices. I don't get to feel it like this often though.

Greetings all, I'm an early 50s late bloomer to being a submissive bottom, and starting on PrEP so I can begin my journey as a true cumdump. I'm looking forward getting to know this place and all of you better!

I was sucking on M's cock taking the whole thing in my mouth, gettinf every last drop of his cum out. My God, the taste was delicious. His cock tasted like cum and my ass juice. It was completely intoxicating. I was not being delicate with my sucking. It was loud and sloppy sounding. Slurping his softening cock in my mouth. I could tell his cock had the post cum sensitivity by the way his body would jolt around when i sucked on the head of his fat cock. I pulled my face away from his cock and just admired him. He was so fucking beautiful. His face was kind, his body was perfection, and his cock...his thick meaty, heavy cock. It just hanged there between his massive thighs. It gave me a new appreciation of his cock actually. It wasnt small or even average. On a normal man, his cock would look enormous. But because his legs were so thick, his cock looked average. His thick cock matched his thick muscular body, even down to the vein running down the middle of his cock. His arms were above his head, and his hands covering his face. He was trying to recenter himself aftet a very hard fuck and a very intense cum that he had. His body was still quivering. I just took in this incredible sight. I wanted to commit this moment to my memory bank. I was so incredibly turned on by this man. His brothers hands were rested on my ass cheeks. He was gently massaging them. Lightly digging his fingers into my muscles. Pushing my cheeks together, then pulling them apart. Briefly exposing my used asshole. Then massaging them back together. It felt incredible. I was still so high and the feeling of being touched was honestly amazing and i was feeling so greedy for his touch. I could feel his thumbs inching toward my hole. He was making circular motions on my asshole with both thumbs, alternating which thumb ran across my abused pussy. He was testing to see if i could take anymore. He obviously hadnt met a slut like me. The pain of getting my hole wrecked actually was part of the pleasure. I just dropped my chest to the floor, arched my back, and let out a long, soft, and sensual moan. Fuck, I wanted more. And i couldn't wait to feel his long cock knocking deep inside me. I held onto M's ankles and started to lick his toes as S stood up behind me and lined his cock up to my hole. He slowly pushed inside my wrecked and swollen pussy. He pushed passed my sphincter and kept going. He made his way deep inside me. I could feel every inch. Thr way his raw cock pulled at the skin of my raw hole. Brushing against my prostate the whole way. He pushed until he bottomed out in my deep hole. Now, if you've never had the distinct pleasure of taking a truly massive, long cock. There is something about that feeling of having ut bottom out inside you. All cocks feel incredible when you're getting fucked. But, a cock that is long enough to find the very deepest part of your hole. There is no comparison to that feeling of rearranging your guts. Especially once they really get going and knock that part inside you, the second sphincter. It usually doesnt happen in the first few pumps. But when you get used to getting the depths of your hole doscovered and you start to relax. When you start to push out your hole. That long cock will start to open the second hole inside your pussy. S was there. I was so open and relaxed after taking many fucks already this night. After M fucked his fist inside me. S's long cock on only a few pumps had my pussy pushing out and ready to receive him. He had already found my second hole. Its uncomfortable at first. A little painful. But jf you can push passed that discomfort and pain, i promise you, there is nothing more pleasurable than having a man unlock that for you. I let out a long and guttural moan. It came from the very depth of my soul that S had unlocked for me. He was pushing passed my second hole. It was incredible. He pulled all the way out, and then slid right back in. As he pushed his big cock inside my hole, i pushed put. I wanted him as deep inside me as possible. I leaned back into his body and pushed out my pussy hard. My hole was making all sorts of gurgling noises. I didn't care. The only thing I cared about in that moment was hole deep his cock was going. Again, he pulled out. As he pulled out i squeezed my sphincter hard. I didnt want to feel him leave my body. Then he thrust back in. Again, I pushed out my pussy. He started to speed up, knowing how hard and deep I could take it. He grabbed my hips, i could feel his strong hands grip me hard, i knew he was preparing to rail me. I couldnt wait. I asked if he had the poppers and he stopped with his cock lodged deep insidd me. He tapped my back with them and handed them over to me. I took long deep hits. I felt like I was hitting them so deep my lips were turning blue. I passed them back to him and heard him takijg some deep hits while my body melted to the floor. M had sat back down on the couch and i held onto his feet. I could hear the deep beats from the house music that was thumping, but it seemed so far away. The only thing that I could feel was that massive cock in my loose pussy. I reached back and held my ass cheeks apart to give full access of my hole to S. I needed him as deep inside me as possible. He started his thrusts again. They started slow and deliberate, but gained speed. I just pushed my asshole out and let him ride me. He was hitting so deep inside me that I started to lose control. I could feel the twinge in my useless shriveled cock. It just hung down between my legs, but the sensation of his pounding gave it this feeling of life. My prostate was being throttled. The muscle running down my inner thigh was firing and an incredible feeling was overcoming my body. He was digging his cock straight down into my hole. He knew exactly where to pound. I was having an anal orgasm. But I also started to leak precum like crazy. I was overcome with an overwhelming sensation and i started cumming. Handsfree. My soft, shriveled dick was shooting stream after stream of cum. It made the feeling of getting fuckdd by this massive cock so intense. I started to cry out. My hole was so sensative. But he didnt relent. He grabbed my hips even tighter. His thrusts became harder. He was relentless. I could feel his rock hard cock pounding my ass. His skin sticking to mine as he bottomed out in my hole. Our bodies were so sweaty after so much MDMA and poppers. I could feel his hands slipping off my hips and him readjusting them to get a tighter grip. His thrusting was animalistic. He was grunting and calling me names. Beating up my hole. I was lost in the fuck. My soul was outside my body, and just as I felt like I completely left my body, he would spank my ass hard snd i would come back into my body. I was moaning loud. I had already cum, both anally and from my cock handsfree. The abuse my hole was taking was really painful, but i wouldn't give in, i needed to make him cum. Just as I thought my body wouldn't be able to take anymore, the tightness of my body after orgasming gave up. His fucking started to feel good again. That pain released and turned back to pleasure. The poppers had started to wear off and I was back in my body. Back in control of my pussy. I started to match his thrusts. One of the best things of MDMA is that it usually takes a really long time to cum. So when you're bottoming, you get to feel that incredible sensation of being used for a lot longer than you would sober. And these brothers were putting that to the test for me this time. I started to squeeze my asshole everytime he would pull out and loosen it when he would push in. I would throw my ass back into his forward thrust. I was gonna earn that load if it was the last thing I do. We kept going and going. it felt as if we were the only two people on the planet. Noone else existed except for us. I dont know how long we were fucking, but he threw me around in all sorts of positions. He fucked me in doggy, I rode him, and finally on my back. He was dripping sweat from his chest into my mouth. It was salty and was driving me fucking wild. I was so turned on, feeling this massive cock destroying my asshole. Finally, i could feel his body start to tense up. It was coming. He was cumming. His already massive cock grew more rigid and thick inside me. He started to hold his breath. Then he gave out a loud yell as he unloaded inside me. I was completely spent. I had had full body orgasm after full body orgasm, i had cum handsfree, i was fisted. Holy fuck. I was fisted. I couldnt believe this. It was already morning outside. I had been fucked for hours. By four different guys. I had all their loads inside me. I was so fucking exhausted. S collapsed ontop of me. I just rubbed his head and back and played with his sweaty hair i reached a hand and found M's body too. Somehow we all ended up in S's bed. Im not sure when or how that happened. But i was glad for it. The three of us laid there. I jusy rubbed their bodies and scratched their backs and replayed the whole night in my mind over and over and over again. The boys fell asleep as I touched them. This was surreal. I still can't really believe that this happened. This was every fucked up fantasy that I had ever imagined and then some. I couldn't sleep at all. I was still all wired from thr MDMA and the experience. But i stayed in that bed with those perfect men until the middle of the day when we woke up. We had coffee together and discussed everything that had happened. We all recounted whaybwe could remember. We laughed at some of the things that we did and how crazy we all found it. We all agreed that we probably shouldn't tell anyone what went on at S's place after the bar. I know what happens when you play with straight friends, it usually gets weird afterwards. I am hoping that this isnt the case here, because they are both really great guys and I want to keep spending time with them. I also dont know if I would party like that again. It was fun...fuck...it was absolutely incredible. But I know where that road can lead, so I don't think I can. But in this case, im really glad that we all let loose and lived in that moment.

Chapter 4: The New Kid in WeHo In the space of few weeks, Ricky’s life had changed almost beyond belief. His Saturday night dinner date with Alan Bryors had begun with cocktails and a four-course meal in a deluxe rooftop restaurant in Hollywood (a dinner for which Alan brought Ricky a jacket that fitted him perfectly), and ended with Alan asking him, almost shyly, “Ricky, would you like to come and live with me?” When he’d answered in the affirmative, Alan had immediately driven to his home, a penthouse condo in one of the most deluxe buildings in WeHo. Ricky had gaped in astonishment at the size of the palatial living room, which alone took up almost a third of the entire top floor. The rest was devoted to a gourmet kitchen, a sizable master bedroom suite with a huge bathroom that included a four-man hot tub, and a string of three guest suites which, on their own, would have done justice to the most luxurious hotels in the city. What really blew Ricky’s mind was the incredible view from the terrace, which framed the entire living room, kitchen, and office side of the apartment. Here there was another hot tub, and a row of deep plush lounge chairs, positioned to catch the maximum of the southern sun. It hadn’t taken long for Alan to get Ricky out of his clothes and into a tiny, tight little speedo which barely covered his ass cheeks and didn’t do much more for his crotch – although it was enough to keep him legal (barely). Alan explained with a knowing grin that they did have to behave in the outdoor hot tub because the terrace was overlooked by a taller building on the next street over. He then pulled on his own speedo, a more conservative cut but which still did justice to the effort Alan put in to keep his forty-something body in top condition. In a few more minutes, the two of them were seated in the hot tub, with glasses of wine at hand, and enjoying the dramatic view of the city lights. At least, Ricky was enjoying the view. Alan was enjoying the view of Ricky, loving the excited gaze he turned from side to side. Meanwhile, Alan himself was loving the sensation of caressing his new boytoy, rubbing his hands gently over Ricky’s back and shoulders, then down onto his chest where Alan lightly tweaked his nipples. Soon they were kissing, and then making out hot and heavy, while their busy hands played with each other’s crotches. But then Ricky surfaced from the kissing, gasping for air, and warned Alan that if they kept it up he wouldn’t be able to keep his cock safely inside the tiny suit he’d been given. Alan smiled indulgently, thinking how wonderful it would be to be so young and quick on the trigger once again. But he backed off, simply resting his hand across Ricky’s shoulder as they finished off their wine before heading back inside. The rest of the evening unfolded as a more leisurely repetition of their encounter on the terrace at Steven’s party, this time played out on Alan’s huge bed. The differences were the demonstration of his rapidly advancing cocksucking technique which Ricky gave to his new daddy, and the gentle yet purposeful way in which daddy ate his boy’s ass, reaming it out with his tongue, before moving up to slide his cock inside Ricky’s ass yet again. More strongly even than before, Ricky felt the sensation that his daddy was making love to him, but he kept an internal check on his feelings, reminding himself that this would never be permanent, not if what he’d learned from Terry was accurate. After Alan had come inside him, not just once but twice, he finished off by sliding back down, swallowing Ricky’s cock, and taking him all the way to the finish line, drinking his cum with obvious appreciation. Then they cuddled together sleepily, for it had been a long evening. Ricky’s last memory was of curling up next to Alan, resting his head on Alan’s chest, and saying, “Good night, Daddy,” in a sleepy voice, then feeling Alan gently stroking his hair and calling him “Boy” as he drifted off to sleep. The next day, a Sunday, Alan had some business to attend to and said he would be gone for most of the day. He urged Ricky to use his time to go and pick up his belongings and vacate the room at the hostel, as someone else could certainly use it. He then explained, since it was a fine sunny day, how to reach the rooftop pool on the other half of the building. But before he left, Alan took Ricky downstairs to meet the concierge, to get a security photo taken for building entrance purposes, and to get a keycard issued for the front door. Thus equipped, Ricky was able to come and go easily at his own leisure. He would go tomorrow to leave his café job, since Alan had said that he would help his boy to find more fulfilling work more conveniently close to home. For this day, he simply went and gathered his things and checked out of the hostel, returning to the penthouse with a full backpack and an even fuller sense of the odd turn his life had taken. In the afternoon, he’d gone to the pool and enjoyed a leisurely swim, and the inquisitive eyes of the many attractive to gorgeous to downright scorching hot men sitting around on the loungers. Ricky felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. At first he was inclined to be a bit circumspect, but part of him was also remembering how much Alan liked sloppy seconds. Truth be told, this small town boy was still more than a bit shy. As for the men eyeing him up, virtually all of them guessed that he would be the new boy-in-residence in the penthouse. There was really no way such a young lad would be living in this high-end building by himself. Most of them also knew of Alan’s odd propensity for following another man’s cock into a boy’s hole, but figured they could wait for the new kid to come to them. That night, Alan introduced Ricky to something else he’d never had a chance to sample – several top-notch gay porn videos, played on the huge wide-screen TV in the bedroom. Ricky was in awe at the size and detail of the images, accompanied by full theater surround sound, since he’d gotten used to seeing miniscule pictures accompanied by flat, tinny sound on his phone. Of course, both daddy and boy reacted to the movies in a predictable manner, and both came together, this time with Alan spooning Ricky and driving deep inside his ass while Ricky watched a hot stud from Hawaii ramming his massive nine-incher in and out of a dark-haired young hunk who was jerking himself off. The next day, Monday, was a holiday and the crowd of men were out in full force at the pool again. This time, Alan went with Ricky, and they laid together on two loungers while Alan pointed out some of the other residents, telling Ricky a little about them and who did what for a living. After they’d had a swim together, and were back relaxing on the chairs, two more guys appeared on the pool deck and stripped down to their speedos. Ricky’s eyes were riveted by the sight of a massive bulge in one of those swimsuits, even more so as they came up out of the water and the wet fabric was clinging to that awesome tool. Then the super-hung guy turned to face them, removing his sunglasses to towel off before picking up his sunglasses again -- and Ricky gasped in recognition. “Hey,” he muttered quietly to Alan, “that guy was in one of those videos we watched last night.” Alan chuckled. “Yes, that’s him. Wondered if he’d show up. His screen name was Rod Rammer, but his real name is Steve. And that’s his husband, Jim, who was not in porn.” Ricky was unconsciously staring with his tongue hanging out. “I’m sure you could get both of them with no trouble,” Alan went on. “They love to play around. Just so you know, Steve was one of the most famous porn tops of all time, but he actually prefers to be on the bottom.” He went on to point out some of the other guys who would probably be happy to play with Ricky, and Ricky had to suppress another wave of disorientation. He’d just moved in with this man, and here Alan was telling Ricky to go ahead and get laid with other men. It was so much the opposite of what he had imagined a relationship with another guy would look like. As he thought that, Alan spoke again. “You know, Jim is looking at you like he’s interested. Why don’t you go over there right now and introduce yourself?” And then as Ricky hesitated, he went on. “Go right ahead. If you can get together with them now, your sweet ass will feel even better for me to enjoy tonight. We’ll have dinner at seven o’clock – to start with.” Well, that was certainly putting it clearly enough that Ricky couldn’t possibly misunderstand. Alan didn’t just like sloppy seconds; he was practically requesting it, urging his new boy to go and get fucked right then and there. Ricky got up, threw Alan a brilliant smile, and then sauntered around the pool to say hello to Jim and Steve. All the other guys there, who knew the score, watched to see what would happen next. Suffice it to say that in ten minutes Ricky exited the pool area with Jim and Steve, leaving a smiling Alan behind to enjoy the sun and indulge in pleasant daydreams about the delightful evening which lay ahead of him. “Welcome to our humble home,” Jim said with an ironic grin. Their condo would rank as a first-rate deluxe property by any normal standards, but Jim knew that it had the dimensions and proportions of a doghouse by comparison with the legendary penthouse, which he had only seen once, briefly. Ricky flashed his signature smile, and that was all it took to bring Jim right into his arms, beginning some heavy-duty kissing and making out right there in the entranceway. Steve finished securing the door, and now turned around to find the other two already reaching for bare skin under their loose shirts. “All right, you greedy pigs, let’s get this into the bedroom where it belongs.” He led the way across the living room and into the hall to the master suite. Once there, it took no time at all for the three of them to get rid of pool shirts and shorts and swimsuits. Three cocks were ready to go, with Jim and Ricky both rigidly erect, and Steve just a bit less so but catching up fast. That was where Ricky went first, falling on his knees to try to take Steve’s famous rammer into his mouth. “Try to take” was the operative verb. The best he could manage was to get about half way down, but as Steve said when he apologized later, that was the most important half anyway. Ricky worked up and down on Steve’s enormous dick while Jim and Steve made out at full tilt above his head. Jim’s hands were sliding down over Ricky’s shoulders to play with his nipples and – was that a big toe poking into the crack between his firm round buns? Jim really did know how to do it all at once. But before long, Jim got impatient that his husband was getting most of the fun. Jim pulled Ricky up to his feet again and began kissing his neck, still playing with his nips, and now sliding his erect tool up and down in Ricky’s crack. Ricky moaned and leaned back into Jim’s embrace, while Steve now went down on Ricky’s cock in turn, giving a masterful blow job. Jim reached down and fingered Ricky’s hole, grunting approvingly as he found that ass already lubed up and ready to go. After working his finger in and out a few times, he bent the head of his cock down and began to slide it into Ricky’s cute butt, working slowly but surely. Ricky groaned in pleasure, and his own cock jumped up and down at the combined sensation of being sucked and fucked at the same time. It was his first three-way, and the combined sensations were driving him mad with lust. But then Jim pulled out. “Come on, fellows, let’s get on the bed. It’ll make everything easier.” Steve stood up and hopped onto the bed first, lying on his back. He pulled his legs up and spread his cheeks open, letting his hole wink in invitation to Ricky. Ricky didn’t even stop to think about it. He was running on pure instinct and lust right now. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scrambled between those upraised legs, spit on his own cock a couple of times, and began to slide it into the beautiful ass facing him. It was another completely new experience for him. Steve Rotherham, a.k.a. Rod Rammer, was the first man Ricky had ever ploughed into, the first ass Ricky had ever fucked. It took him a bit of time to get into a reliable rhythm without pulling out by accident, but in a few minutes his motions became smoother and surer. Seeing that, Jim moved up behind him and began to work his cock back into Ricky’s hole, while Ricky held still to let him do it. Once Jim was all the way inside, he held himself still in turn, while he whispered in Ricky’s ear, “Okay, you’re in charge now. Start fucking Steve again.” As soon as Ricky began pumping, he realized at once that he may have been fucking Steve, but he was also fucking himself on Jim’s dick at the same time. Back and forth he went, sliding in and out of the one hole in perfect synch as the other cock slid in and out of him. The sensations were so overwhelming that he found himself cumming inside Steve almost before he knew what was happening. Ricky was a little embarrassed at triggering his explosion so quickly, but Steve hastened to reassure him. “Hey, no worries, I’m sure you’ve got another load in there to give me while Jim pumps his into you.” Ricky resumed fucking the ass under him. It was such a unique sensation, not at all what he had imagined it would feel like. The hole felt soft to him, but hard at the same time, like a thin padding over a metal ring, and it gave him incredible sensations against the skin of his cock. Before long, he was groaning again, but Steve didn’t want him to finish too quickly. “Ricky, pull out and eat my ass for a while. I love having my ass eaten.” The new kid was a rapid learner, as he channelled everything he’d learned from all the guys who had eaten his butt in the last two months. He brought all the energy of youth and much of the skill of experience to the work at hand, and Steve’s loud moans and cries of “Oh, fuck, yeah!” told him clearly that he was making his mark. All the time, Jim had kept working away inside Ricky’s ass, but moving slowly and easily since he wanted to see if all three of them could come together. Ricky sensed that Jim was nearing the point, and he pulled up, then slid his cock back inside Steve again. “I’m gonna cum soon, Steve. I’m gonna pound you until I blow in your hole.” “Yeah, Ricky, do it. Fuck your load into me as you fuck my cum out of me.” “Do it, Ricky, and I’ll let mine go inside you as you blow inside Steve.” With that encouragement, Ricky went right to town, pounding like a jackhammer inside Steve’s beautiful ass, and in another minute he was getting close. “It’s cumming, Steve! I’m gonna shoot!” “Go, Ricky! Breed my ass!” Jim suddenly let out a series of choked howls and slammed hard into Ricky’s ass six or seven times before blasting off. It was all Ricky needed. As Jim’s first cum bolt fired into him, he let his own huge load spray off into Steve’s hot hole. The two of them finished, gasping for breath. But Steve was working away on his cock, having not quite got there yet. Ricky stopped him. “No, Steve, wait!” Then he spat in his hand a couple of times, smearing the spit over his hole, and spun around. “Steve, I want you to give me your load. Fair exchange!” Ricky winced at the sudden pain, but he pushed down harder until Steve’s head popped inside his hole. It hurt. He’d never taken anything this thick before, but he was going to get that load in his hole and take it home with him. He flexed his ass muscles half a dozen times, and Steve groaned aloud as his cock shot a huge load of his sperm up into Ricky’s insatiable ass. Finally, the three of them flopped onto the bed together, all exhausted, with Jim and Steve cuddling Ricky in between them. After they’d all taken turns in the shower, and gotten dressed, they sat down decorously to a drink and some chat in the living room. Both Jim and Steve found themselves liking Ricky, and wanting to be sure that he was ready for whatever the future might bring. Ricky thanked them for their concern, but he assured them that he’d been given a good thorough rundown on Alan’s unusual sexual tastes and relationship habits. The two men realized at this point that this wasn’t the normal naïve starry-eyed sweet young thing. Ricky was different. He had more insight than many guys years older than himself, and he was a realist about the long-term future of his life with Alan Bryors. When Jim said something to that effect, Ricky had laughed and replied that he had left home to try to save his parents’ marriage, which ought to say something about his maturity level. Steve made no reply. He just looked at Ricky with newly sighted eyes. That comment about his reason for leaving home said a good deal more about Ricky than just “something”. Because of that comment, Steve said something further. He decided to chance it, even though it he sensed that it was a risky thing to bring up. “Ricky, I’m going to tell you something. Take it with a grain of salt, but here it is anyway. We’ve lived in this building for almost a decade now, and we’ve seen several young lads come and go in Alan’s life.” Ricky nodded. “But here’s the thing,” Steve went on, “I’ve never seen him look at any of his other boys the same way he looks at you. I know this is Alan Bryors we’re talking about, but if it were any other man, I’d say that he was falling in love with you.” Ricky’s heart did flip-flops when he heard that. There was a part of him that was powerfully attracted to Alan, no question. It was the gentle kindness of the man that appealed so strongly to him, those qualities which had been so absent from his life until now. But he still kept his feelings on a tight rein, always remembering Terry’s pointed remarks about Alan’s history with his earlier boy toys. Ricky glanced at his watch and saw that the time was nearing 6:30. He needed to get going. As he began to make his goodbyes, Steve interrupted him. “Ricky, you’re a friend now. Here’s my number. Keep in touch.” Jim concurred. “Definitely keep in touch. That’s the hottest young ass I’ve bred in many a moon!” Steve looked at Jim reproachfully. “Jim, why did I know you were going to go there? But since we’re speaking of going places, I just want Ricky to know that we’re always here and happy to try to help him out if any situation arises to make it necessary.” “Thank you both,” Ricky responded. “It’s been a great fun afternoon, and I wouldn’t mind repeating that, but it’s also good to start making friends out here and I can tell that you two are one of the best places to start. So thank you.” They all hugged and kissed goodbye, and Ricky hurried home. As he walked into the penthouse, Alan was just setting the table. “I hope I’m not late.” “Not at all, my boy. I’m early. I got hungry, and decided to go ahead with dinner as soon as you got back, even if it wasn’t seven o’clock yet.” Although Ricky didn’t know it, this was itself a very unusual thing for Alan Bryors to do. He was famous – notorious, even – for regulating his life strictly by the clock. A casual acquaintance had even nicknamed him “Phileas Fogg” after Jules Verne’s famous hero who jumped mathematically from ships to trains to ships on the tightest possible schedule during his express trip around the world. To do something early or late, just because he wanted to, was very far out of character. They sat down to dinner at 6:45, with Ricky sitting at Alan’s right hand. Ricky learned something else that night – namely, that Alan Bryors was a top-notch chef in his own right, although it had been years since he had done that kind of work for a living. The shrimp ceviche, the grilled romaine salad, the loin lamb chops, all were seasoned subtly and done to the moment of perfection. The wines, too, made a remarkable fit with each course. As they ate, Alan asked Ricky about his afternoon with Jim and Steve. Ricky gave him enough salacious details to arouse his interest, but intrigued Alan even more with his short recall of their conversation afterwards. “You’re a lucky boy,” Alan said wistfully. “Friends like that come into our lives all too rarely, and you’re fortunate to have found them and made them part of your circle. I sometimes wish that I’d found more friends, sooner, when I first came here from West Virginia. Where was your home, Ricky?” “East Mudhole, Ohio. That’s not the real name, of course, just what I always call it. Nicely poised at equal distances from Columbus, Cleveland, and the far end of Nowhere.” Despite the note of bitterness in Ricky’s voice, Alan couldn’t help chuckling. “Ricky, I’ll bet half the gay men in California came from similar backgrounds. Certainly, I did. Some day, you can tell me all about it, and why you left. But now, let’s get this cleaned up and then we can relax for the evening. Serious talk can wait for another day.” As they were clearing the table, Alan explained something else. “Just so you know, Ricky, I have a regular housekeeper who comes in here to do the main cleaning every Tuesday and Friday. We’ll take care of our dishes and other such minor things. Ryan will be here from 10:00 till 4:00, doing all the other rooms. It’s not essential to be out of the house while he’s working, but since he works hard and makes a fair bit of noise in the process, it’s sometimes more comfortable.” Ricky chuckled. “I’ll think of something useful to do, then. Too bad the good weather is going to break tonight.” Alan then said, “Well, I’ll give Dennis, my chauffeur, a call tonight and ask him to be on call for the day tomorrow. He’ll take me to my office in the morning, but after that he can drive you anywhere you’d like to go.” “Hmm. Maybe I’ll message Dylan, see if he’s free at all to do something.” “Dylan? The boy you played with at the party?” Ricky nodded, a shade nervously. “Why don’t you two go and do something, and then you can invite him for dinner here? Do you think he would enjoy that?” “I think he might. Thank you, Daddy.” “Not a problem, my boy. Come on, this is all good now. Let’s see what else we can find to keep us busy this evening.” Shortly, they were naked and cuddled up in bed together. Since they had the whole evening in front of them, it could afford to be a leisurely and relaxing session before it had to become more energetic. Alan had his arm wrapped around Ricky’s shoulders and was squeezing and releasing the muscles under his fingers. Ricky was enjoying the attention, definitely intimate without being overtly sexual. This kind of comfort level with a man was another first for him. “Mmm, that feels so good, daddy. Please keep doing it.” “You sound like you’ve never had this done to you before.” “That’s right.” “Okay, boy, I can help you with that. Roll on your face and rest your head on the pillow, arms down at your sides, and just relax.” Ricky did as he was told, and Alan got up to get a pump bottle from the bathroom – an engraved silver one, naturally. He squirted several pumps of fluid onto his hands, and then poured it down onto Ricky’s back and began giving him a deep massage. Starting from the shoulders, which were a bit tense from Ricky not knowing what was happening, he worked his way slowly to all the different areas of Ricky’s back. “Relax, my boy. You’re wound tight like a drum. Never had a massage before?” “Never, daddy. Is that what this is?” Alan chuckled. Ricky’s mixture of shrewd insight and naïve wonderment was so endearing. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing. What did you think a massage would be?” “A couple of quick dashes up and down the body and then jacking me off.” Alan laughed again. “Ah, yes, the old rub and tug. No, this is the real thing. I started learning it when I was around your age and earned my way for several years by doing therapy massages for relaxation in a luxury spa. Then came the chef training.” His fingers were doing magical things everywhere they touched, and Ricky found himself relaxing so far that he was looser than he’d ever felt since that crazy Christmas party. Alan made it very easy for him to feel safe, to feel protected, to open himself up to every bodily sensation and every kind of feeling. The fingers were now digging into his ass cheeks, working on his glutes, and he thought, Okay, this is where it gets sexual. That was fine with him. He was more than ready to go there. But Alan wasn’t. He dug deep into the glute muscles, but then kept on going, working slowly down the legs, right then left. From the thighs he moved on to the calves, and then to the feet, picking up each foot in turn and working from toes to heel and back. As he laid the second foot down, he bent over and murmured, “Turn over now.” Ricky rolled onto his back. He was so relaxed from Alan’s ministrations that even his raring-to-go teenage cock hadn’t gotten the least bit erect. Alan now went to work on his neck, then down to his pecs and on down to his abs. He continued on to the fronts of the thighs, massaging his fingers deeply into Ricky’s quads. Then he said, “I think that’s pretty good. How do you feel now?” “So relaxed,” Ricky muttered, “and sleepy.” “That’s what a really good massage can do for you. I’ll be back in a minute.” Alan stood up and went into the bathroom for a towel to wipe the excess oil off his hands. Then he came back and laid down right beside Ricky, drawing his boy into his arms again. Ricky murmured, “Thank you, daddy” sleepily and Alan stroked him gently, nudging him towards sleep as he drifted that way himself. He pulled the duvet over them as they fell asleep. Ricky awoke, feeling disoriented. He looked at the clock (there were clocks in every room in the penthouse) and the time showed 9:15. He guessed that he had been asleep for perhaps 90 minutes. Alan’s thorough skill as a masseur had really worked all the tension and tightness right out of his entire body. He sat up and looked at Alan, sleeping beside him. Alan was a remarkably sexy man for his forty-something years, and not just because he was wealthy. Ricky was taking inventory of his daddy’s body and liking everything he saw: the pecs and arm muscles, the taut but not overdone abs, the firm but proportionate quads. He was a great example of a healthy, well-formed man with a body that was plainly cared for but not overdone in any particular details. That’s when it occurred to him that Alan had never said a word about exercise or working out or a gym. He wondered where his daddy’s obvious personal care actually took place. Studying Alan’s body like this was bringing some tension rapidly back to one muscle of Ricky’s body, and he found himself wanting to go to work on Alan’s cock. He just hoped that his daddy wouldn’t be annoyed at being woken up for a booty call – because he was definitely not letting the two loads from this afternoon inside his ass go to waste. He bent over and gave Alan’s tool a couple of licks, from root to tip. At once it began to respond, slowly lifting and thickening. He wrapped his hand gently around the shaft and licked the tip some more as the shaft continued to swell. Now he had the entire head in his mouth and was swirling his tongue around it. Then he began sliding his head slowly down, letting the length of this beautiful cock slide slowly down into his throat. As he did that, a hand curled itself into the hair on the back of his head, and his daddy’s voice said, “I wondered how soon you’d wake up.” Ricky redoubled his efforts, and soon Alan was moaning his pleasure as Ricky swallowed his cock deep into his throat. He could taste the precum oozing from the tip, and worked even more, getting it as wet and hard as possible for where he really wanted it to go. Alan was getting more and more vocal as Ricky sucked him. Suddenly he sat up, taking Ricky by the shoulders and lifting him up and off his tool. Ricky knelt there, looking right at his daddy eye to eye, with a mischievous grin on his face. Alan’s eyes brightened as he growled, “Lie on your face, boy!” “Yes, daddy.” As Ricky lay down, spreading his legs and pushing his ass up, he couldn’t help thinking how different Alan’s tone had sounded two hours earlier when he’d told Ricky to do the same thing. Then Ricky had been tense with the unfamiliarity of the situation. Now, his tension was all with his elated anticipation of getting fucked. He hoped this one would be good and hard. He’d have to encourage Alan to really get him going. There came the sound of Alan spitting a couple of times, and then the wet head of his cock was nudging against Ricky’s hole. “Put it in me now, daddy,” Ricky pleaded – and Alan complied, giving a strong push which sent the entire head and half the shaft into his boy’s hole in one thrust. “Fuck!” Ricky’s cry was forceful, but with ecstasy, not with shock or outrage. He really loved the feeling of getting taken suddenly like this, and Alan got the message right away. “You like it hard like that, boy?” “Fuck, yeah, daddy, give it to me hard and deep.” By this time, Alan’s seven and a half inches was buried all the way into Ricky’s boy butt, and he was pumping in and out. Ricky was working on him as much as he could with his ass muscles. “You are really wet tonight, boy! How many loads did Jim give you today!” “Just one, daddy.” A hand smacked his butt. “There’s more than one load in your slutty ass. Don’t lie to me!” “I’m not lying, daddy. It was a big load, but just one. I got an even bigger one from Steve.” “How did you do that? Steve doesn’t even fuck anyone any more!” Ricky giggled. “I didn’t ask, I just spun around and jammed him into my hole before he could stop me or say no. And he came so fast and so hard in me.” “Oh, fuck, boy, just picturing that….” Alan’s words came to a sudden halt as he grunted, seized up, and started spurting another epic load into his boy’s busy fuck hole. “Oh, yeah, daddy, fill your boy up. I love feeling you shooting your cum inside me.” “You’re going to feel it again before we’re done.” Alan’s cock didn’t even soften slightly or slide out after he’d pumped his load into Ricky. He just took a minute to recover his breath from cumming, and then started fucking his boy again. And Ricky loved it. He’d really appreciated how gently Mitch had initiated him, and he also loved the gentle, kind way Alan had taken him their first few times. But ever since that party, he’d also developed a real taste for getting it hard and fast from time to time, and now Alan was giving him just what he wanted. “You want it hard, boy?” “Yeah, daddy, pound me hard.” By now Alan was in a full push-up position above Ricky’s back, pounding straight down into his boy’s lush round ass and driving it right in, bottoming out with a loud smack on every stroke. Rocky was moaning and groaning incessantly, amazed at how much Alan’s hard fucking was turning him on, even though he’d asked for it. But suddenly Alan stopped dead and pulled out. “Turn over.” It was a snarled order, not a polite request. Ricky obediently rolled onto his back and pulled his legs up. Alan grasped his ankles, pulling them out until his boy’s legs were pointing straight up into the air. Then he plunged back into the gaping ass, revelling in the sensation of all that man juice sloshing around his cock as he slammed in and out. Ricky was groaning nonstop with every thrust, but Alan wasn’t even listening any more, now totally consumed in his overwhelming need – to cum, to climax, to breed, to spread his seed. “Going to breed you, boy.” “Do it, daddy!” “Going to slam fuck you and pump you full of my babies.” “Yeah, daddy! Breed me hard! Knock your boy up!” Alan slammed in with one last brutal thrust and let it go, repeatedly slamming in again and again in his instinctive urge to make sure he pumped his sperm in as far as possible. Those repeated thrusts did it to Ricky. He hadn’t even touched his cock, but it suddenly lifted off his belly and fired repeated shots of cream in every direction. The contractions of his ass muscles as he came squeezed even more jizz out of Alan’s cock, and Alan cried aloud as his tool pumped out three or four more squirts. Finally it ended. Alan’s contractions ebbed away, Ricky’s tool settled down in the mess he’d spewed all over himself and Alan, and the two cocks finally began to soften a bit. Alan slid out of Ricky’s hole, and a slow wave of the mingled sperm of three men began to run out after him. He immediately bent down and began eating and licking it all up, then sucking even more out of his boy’s well-used ass as the gaping hole finally closed slowly down. Then he slid up on top of Ricky and began kissing him, letting the juices in his mouth drizzle down into Ricky’s. And just like that, the gentle, kind, caring daddy was back with his boy again. “Wow, daddy, that was incredible.” “You really liked that, didn’t you?” “I did. I wouldn’t want it that hard all the time but getting it like that every so often is a real peak experience.” Alan laughed. “We all need those peak experiences in our lives, boy. It’s pretty amazing for me, too, to let it rip like that once in a while. I can’t think when the last time was that I got to give a boy the works that way. I’ve done it a little at those daddy parties, but there’s always the pressure to move on and let someone else have a go. And I still can’t get over you managing to con Steve Rotherham into giving you his load.” Both of them laughed, before they kissed and cuddled some more. Eventually, Ricky moved to get up. “Where are you going?” Alan asked. “I want to get that huge slimeball out of my ass and clean off some of this mess in the shower.” “You couldn’t hold it inside you all night so I can enjoy it some more in the morning?” “It’s complaining. It wants to be let out for a walk and a swim now.” Alan laughed heartily at that image. “Okay, go ahead. I’ll come and join you when you get into the shower.” “And fuck me again?” Ricky’s question carried an audible provocative tone. “Would you complain if I did?” “I might. It’s been through a lot today.” Alan laughed again and waved him out of the room. Then he lay back in the bed, reliving the whole evening over in his memory. It had been a peak experience for him too. There was no denying that this boy was something special, even in a life like Alan’s that had seen more than its fair share of cute, young, wide-eyed boy toys. Alan sensed that Ricky had a remarkable ability to read a situation and adapt himself and his course of action to suit. This was the same kind of flexibility he himself had used to advantage all his life. He was enjoying his time spent with Ricky in a way beyond any feeling he’d had for any of his other boys. At the same time, he cautioned himself that he couldn’t let himself fall for his newest boy. The exact qualities he was detecting in Ricky were undoubtedly going to make this young man ready to move on before too long. Alan knew that his weakness for the newest and latest young cutie led him to treat his boys a little unfairly, as he cut them loose sooner than they expected. But now he guessed that this one was going to cut him loose before he was ready. Ricky was too strong-minded and too gifted to be content as a rich man’s plaything for long, and Alan knew he would have to be ready to let Ricky go whenever that would happen. A slightly impatient voice interrupted his reverie. “Aren’t you going to come in now? This water’s going to get cold if you don’t hurry, daddy!” He rolled off the bed with a hearty laugh and headed for the bathroom, to join his talented boy in the shower.

I had an ad on Doublelist and was surprised to have two guys answered They wanted to fuck me while I was sucking the other i had little faith they would show but gave them address anyway they showed One was 30 6’1” 195 with a huge cook The other older 43 5”8 with a medium dick they both wanted to fuck me bareback Making a long story short the each fucked me three times While one was fucking me I was sucking the other The last time they both went in my ass and shot a load in together after 3 hours my ass and mouth were soar but satisfied

I have taken 134 loads. A few were from the same tops who have fucked me in public and could see. Most of the loads were taken in darkrooms and gloryholes. Cannot tell who fucked me, but hope they were all different. The load count is not high. I need to go more to bathhouse in Amsterdam. If I can go twice a week and 3 times to a park I hope I can get more loads. I am happy to read that some of you have a load count of 300+

First load for 2024. I went down to the state park. There were the most cars there I have ever seen. It was a huge picnic day, hot and sunny. I almost turned around a left. But I wanted to go for a walk in the hills anyway. I got up one of the side trails and a dude walked past right away. I thought, this might be ok after all. I lubed up my ass, just incase. I went down to the fun little clearing in the forest. Took off my shirt in the shade, it was a really hot day. This hot guy with tattoos, in rugby shorts and sports team shirt walked up to me. I could tell, that he was taking a walk to take a break from the family picnic area. He rubbed the bulge in my shorts. He flopped his cock out, and I pulled my shorts down and we played with each others cocks for a couple of minutes - was unsure where this was going. His cock was a good size and really hard. Nice head. I thought it would be hot to get a first load for the year, so I just turned around and rubbed his cock in my pre-lubed ass. I was not sure he was into it, but I rubbed his cock up and down my crack. He put his arms around me and gave me gentle bear hug. I aimed his cock in my hole and his head was in just the right place. The head popped in a little bit. I was hard as fuck. He started jerking me a little bit and he started humping my hole, just edging his cock head in my hole. I love just putting my cock head in a little bit too. It's a good way to test the waters. As he was humping me, his rock hard cock was getting a little deeper every time. He tightened his bear hug and his urges took over and he stroked deeper and deeper slowly, until he was pounding my hole. I love the way he was breathing hard in my ear, and rubbing his built body again mine. He was really going to town now. I thought he was not going to last much longer, I told him to blow his load in me. He pounded even harder, and I reached down and cupped his balls. I did not want him to pull out last minute - if you get that far into it, don't waste that cum on the ground. I felt his cock throbbing and his balls up against my hole. Fucking hot, first load of the year. He tidied up and walked off, back to the picnic - I guess. I went for my walk up the hills with that load up my ass, I felt really horny. There is another spot where there is a lookout. It's not on a trail, it's a place where dudes meet up, then go somewhere else in the forest. I guess it's a good spot, it's a little steep and difficult to get to, but if a dude is there, you know why he is there. I decided to walk up to the lookout, I saw a dude ahead of me. He looked hot and sweaty, it was such a hot day. I was hot and sweaty. And I had a cum lubed hole. I like the sexy dirty feeling of fresh sweat and cum. I just followed that guy up, he looked away from me, and I thought he was just walking the trails for the view. Which can be the case. Anyway he looked twice or three times at me, so I started to walk to where he was, he took a couple steps toward me and stopped. We were kind of in each others way now, he was up hill from me, so I just looked at his shorts. There was a nice bulge developing. I rearranged my cock, so he could be sure I was cool with it. He had his hand down his pants now. He pulled the front of his shorts down and started stroking. He had a thicker than average floppy one. It looked like it would taste good, hot and sweaty. So I had a taste. He thickened up pretty quick in my mouth and he hardened up good. I pulled my shorts down and turned around and rubbed his cock on my hole. Fuck, I was in a piggy mood. I was still horny from my previous load, and my ass was ready with lube and cum. I pushed back on his cock and he was thick but it got in, I was pre-stretched. He started stroking it in and out pretty quick, which was hot as fuck. I did not want to spend too much time getting fucked here, because the trail coming up is pretty easy to get busted from, just one path in an out. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me deep and fast thrusts. I could tell he wanted to get off fast as possible. It's hot knowing you could get caught. But it's all good because only our guys are likely to hike up here. I was loving the piggyness of getting a second load. It only took about 30 seconds for his strokes to get to full speed. He blew his cum deep in my ass. We got our selves back in order pretty quick, and he took off down the hill. I was in a horny daze. I walked back slowly, fantasising about getting a third load. Getting two loads in an hour was good going for me. Great way to start the year.

Have you ever been so high that you didnt quite understand the world around you? That was definitely M in that moment. So high his eyes were crossing. S and I were also really fucking high, I cant speak for S, but I was still able to comprehend what I was doing, even though I was in that state that my eyes were shaking and I had to concentrate really hard to be able to focus my vision on something. We had gone through almost 5 grams of MDMA in one night, and all of it was done either through our nose or up our assholes. I just watched two super masculine perfect bodied straight brothers fuck eachother. It was one of the most incredible sights Ive ever seen in my whole life. Ive since jerked off to what i witnessed multiple times. Its been about a week since this happened, and Ive been a little low while enduring the recovery from the amount of drugs that I consumed. But i need to let you all know how this night ended. After M got his asshole used by his older brother and I tried to get him to suck my cock, he started to come to a bit, he sat up and told us how intense that was. We talked about how crazy it felt to him to have his ass played with, and how he'd never done MDMA through his hole before, but that it made him want his hole to be filled. He told us how it made him so horny and his thoughts were racing and how he kept thinking about how he made girls feel and how he actually wanted to get fucked like them. I broke the news to him, that he was arching his back and how he was actually asking to get fucked when he was getting fingered. Then S told him that he fingered him a bit, and how when his cock got close to his hole, he pushed his ass back on S's cock. M was shocked. Not horrified or anything, but couldn't believe that he wanted to get fucked, and really couldn't believe that his brother was who fucked him. We were still really high on MDMA, which makes you very empathetic and understandjng and open to new things. I think that's what was happening inside M and S's minds. We all kept talking about how crazy it was that M actually got his ass played with and fucked. S kept saying how he'd never fucked ass before tonight and how it felt so different than he thought it would. Its so much deeper than a pussy, and how he can fuck an ass so much harder than a pussy. I made a comment on how his cock was so fucking big and how i bet most girls wouldnt be able to take it as hard as I watched him fuck M. He just laughed and said most girls can hardly take his full length, let alone let him actually fuck them hard. He said mostly he has to jerk his cock off in order to cum. I educated M and S that for men, it actually feels better when you get fucked by a big cock. The stretch in your ass and your gut is when it feels really good. M spoke up in agreement, from his personal experience. S's cock was resting between his legs and started to swell. I noticed it and made a comment like, "I see your enjoying the conversation." Or something like that. He said, "Yeah, kinda." He pulled his cock up and kinda flicked it and let it fall back between his legs. I looked over at M and his cock was also starting to harden. He saw my eyes drift from his face down to his cock and he kinda laughed, but his eyes were a bit deviant. I asked him if he would let me suck his cock. He said sure and I bent down and took his cock in my hand. M's cock was thick with a fat head on it. It was thick and straight all the way down from the head to the root. It had one big vein that went right in the middle of the cock as well and he wasnt even fully hard yet. I sucked his head and ran my tongue around the rim of his cock head. He let out a light moan while I went all the way down on his cock. I felt M put his hands on my head. Then S's hands on my back. S asked his brother if it felt good. And M just said, "Yeah...fuck..." and kinda let his voice trail off at the end. I looked over at S and ask him if i could suck him too? He nodded and spread his legs apart, granting me full access to his cock. I pulled off of M and moved my head between S's legs and started sucking his cock. Noticing the difference in length between the brothers. I could only get about halfway down S's cock before it hit the back of my throat. I kept jerking M off while I sucked on S. Both of them were moaning and sighing. Letting me know how good it felt to have their cocks getting worked on simultaneously. I was in fucking heaven. My hole was so open, it was still wet from the fucks and loads that I'd taken earlier in the night, and I was praying that I would get both of these brothers cocks and loads inside me. I went back and forth between their cocks. M's fat cock that was as thick around as it was long, and S's long cock that was making me gag. As I was sucking S i was jerking and playing with M's balls. And when I was suvking M, i was doing the same with S. I started to moan and arch my back more and more. Not so subtly hinting that i wanted one of them to play with my hole while I sucked them. M got the hint first and moved behind me while i sucked his brother. He started with his fingers probing my hole. It felt so good. The MDMA that I'd got pushed in my hole earlier made my hole sensative and hungry as fuck. I wanted to be filled more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life up to that point. I moaned louder to let him know i wanted him. He got four fingers inside my pussy and I was pushing back hard on his hand. I saw the poppers on the couch, took the cap off and brought them to my nose. I took 4 huge deep hits off them. S reached out and took them from me and also took two big hits. I started to go to town on S's cock while M worked over my hole. My moans were muffled while I had S's cock in my mouth. I pulled my head off his cock and turned my head to M and said how fucking good it felt to have him stretch me. Then i turned my attention back to S's cock. I buried it as deep as I could in my thoat. I gagged on it and at the same time, i felt my hole release and let more of M's hand inside my pussy. And M let out a, "Holy fuck!" His hand had slipped all the way inside me. I was getting fisted for the first time in my life. It was driving me crazy. The fullness. The absoutle stretch to my maximum capacity. Ive never felt such an intense feeling. I was seeinf stars. I know that expression had been used before, but it was true. I actually saw stars. It was an immense feeling of pleasure and pain at the same time. I couldn't believe that I had actually gotten a whole hand inside my ass. I had fantasized about it so many times. Watched countless porns of men taking fists or even multiple fists, while i rode dildos and gooned on poppers, but it was actually happening to me. I was the being the biggest slut in the world in that moment. I fucking loved it. I had to take big deep breaths and let S's cock fall out of my mouth. I looked up at him and the look of shock snd curiosity on his face drove me wild. I was smiling and wincing in pain. Then the reality set in and I begged M to please take his hand out. "Please...please...slow...slow....oh my god." I kept begging, until he slowly pulled his hand out of my ass. I let my head fall into S's lap and just allowed my hole to recover. I was taling deep breaths and giving meaningless laughs. I was in disbelief of what just happened. And let out a final, "Fuuuucck." And my body just collapsed fully. But as my body kind of limped to the floor, M pressed his cock in my loose pussy. His cock was so fucking fat, like a soda can. He shoved it all the way in and i was rushed back into that intense state. S put the poppers back under my nose and I hit them again. And again. And again. He passed them to M and he took some hits, then S took some hits. I gobbled down S's cock again while M went wild fucking my hole. I was so fucking loose. The fuck sounded so sloppy. Wet and loose is all i can say to describe it. His thick cock was digging out my asshole. Pounding it hard and deep. I could feel every time he pumped into me. He wpuld pull all the way out and plunge all the way back in. Each time my hole would get a big stretch around the immense girth of his cock. I was moaning like a little bitch while i was throating his brother's big cock. S grabbed my head and held it in place and started pounding away at my face while M was completely destroying my hole. My muscle butt was absolutely getting ruined. I lost track of time and how long this was going on. I was in a disociated state, complete ecstasy, my mind was no longer in my body, i had let go and was allowing my body to experience the total joy of being used for other mens pleasure. I was having anal orgasm after anal orgasm. My whole body was tingling. I was so sensative. I was jusy a hole for these two perfect men. The loud moan of M brought me back to my body. He was fucking my pussy like a jack hammer. Pounding me relentlessly. His cock was stiffer than before, i was pushing my pussy out, meeting him with every thrust. I could tell he was close. Even though it was hurting my hole, i didnt want to stop. I wantes to bring him to full climax and take his load inside me. The slapping of his skin against mine was keeping me so fucking horny. His brother still fucking my throat. Then he said it. "Oh fuck...im cumming. Im Cumming. Im cumming." As he unloaded inside me and his thrusts slowed. I did it. I took my 3rd load of the night. I was so fucking exhausted. That fist and fuck had me spent. But there was still one more fuck I wanted. I needed that massive cock inside me. I wantes the final load to fill me up. I lifted my head off S's cock and turned around. I archdd my back to show S my loose, cum filled pussy, as I cleaned off M's cock. I tasted the multiple loads and my ass juices. It was so fucking good. I couldn't wait to get my next cock.

The room with the sling was dark, but you could see whether someone offered themselves up in it. I stepped inside, put my towel on the leather hung by the chains in the roof. They clinged and clanged as I slipped off my flip-flops, climbed onto the sling, positioned byself so that my ass was right on the edge of the leather and let my feet search up the chains for the stirrups. Ah, there they were. I inserted my feet in them and relaxed. The cold leather quickly warmed up. Horny men were walking by, most of them not even looking in. I moved a bit as to make some sound, chains rattling. Finally, a silhouette showed up in the "door". After a bit of hesitation he stepped inside, feeling his way to find the sling. His hands roamed over all of me, and quickly found my business end, wet cock and cummy ass. Squeezing my balls and cock he quietly asked "Chem-dick?" I said "Yeah"... He went down to the fucking end, and leaned down to take my balls and dick in his mouth, sucking and playing with my already wet cock. "Tastes so fucking good" he said. I could feel his tongue wandering down behind my balls to my asshole, that I was pulsating a bit, just to let a bit of loads out. He slobbered down my hole, pushing his tongue inside and nibbling on my hole. "yeess...." I hissed "use those teeth... eat my hole" Now a couple of fingers came up, to stretch me... Not that it was needed but, hey, let him play. Three fingers, four fingers... uhhh.. so fucking good.... I could feel him pushing his fingers to the knuckles, widening my hole. OK, I stand corrected - for THIS I needed stretching. The cum inside me was not going to be enought if he continued - but I heard the snick of a bottle cap of lube and could feel the cold lube coming onto my hole and being slowly pushed in by his hand. My toes were curling of pleasure, but I am not used to be fisted - and I told him "I don't think you can..." and feeling the THUMB joining the rest of the fingers inside me... I started flexing my ass, pushing out such as to push his hand out of me "Yesss... excellent boy" he said. Matching my constrictions around his fingers, he pushed his hand further inside me than anyone ever been before. I could feel his knuckles - "MMMnnnnoooo..." I pushed again and he swiftly returned OH MY GOD THAT FIST IS INSIDEMEUUUUHHHNNNNNNNN I panicked a bit, and he leaned over and started licking my ass lips around his wrist. I was breathing shallowly now... How in the hell did this happen - damn the kat. I am so open now.... His fist slowly moved in me, fucking me slowly but deliberately. I am just moaning the hell out of it. ""Yess, good boy... take it like a nice little pig" He said gruffly. If my dick was leaking before, imagine with a fucking hand inside you pressing on your g-spot... He continued for a little while and then he said "Push me out, babe" - I did as told. His fist slowly came out, with a stream of lube and the rest of the previous loads. I could feel cold air rushing into my wide open ass. He dried off his hand and said "Have a great time" - and left. What the hell!!! No fuck, no cum? I was disappointed. I felt gingerly with my hands around my hole, but fortunately there was no tear of any sign of blood - Thank god. Another shadow popped inside. This guy was crew, he had a cap on backwards, and when he came up to me I could feel his clothes, the tank top and bathing suit. He was pressing against me from the side of the sling, leaning over and finding my tits with his hands. Massaging them, concentrating on the nipples, and then finally clamping down on them with his mouth. Humming he chewed my left nipple, making it really sensitive. He came up to my face and kissed me - nice 🙂 a romantic in the sling room? "Such a nice body... love me a good chubby" he said. His hands were roaming down my chest and belly, and finding my - yes, chem-dick. He moaned slightly while really playing with it - then he moved away, down to my feet. "I need me some pussy, man" he said - "Did Frank loosen you up?" while feeling my hole with his fingers. "M-hm..." I answered. "Good boy" - I more felt than saw him push the front of the tank top over his head and let his bathing suit fall down. A hard throbbing dick found my hole immediately and slid inside me, balls deep, with almost no resistance. "Ohhhhh... that's a good pussy" - he moaned. He stayed for a couple of second, then started a slow, long-stroke fuck. All the way out, popping out of me, and then all the way down, finding his way inside me with no guidance, just my gaping hole. His hands moved over my belly, squeezing it, caressing it... up to my tits again, squeezing, pinching my nipples hard, pulling them. I was moaning like hell as he was slowly picking up the pace... His hands moved down to my legs and wandered up to my feet. I felt him pulling on one of them and his mouth around my big toe. Man that's so fucking horny. I tried working my ass around his cock now pounding me very deliberately but not so hard. I almost had no muscled strenght having been opened up like that... He started sucking on the rest of my toes, taking the whole foot into his mouth, tongue licking around each toe. Now, I could feel him REALLY picking up his pace, panting more and moaning around my left foot. "Yeah baby, take My fucking DNA" he said, and filling my ass with a load so big I was not prepared for the cum leaking out by his shaft. He didn't stop fucking me though, but kept on going. "I'm pushing it in so far you'll fart cum for days" he said. The load was churning in my hole and I could hear the sloppy sound of his cock, still hard. "Babe, he said... you're getting one more" - What?!? Who cums twice in just a couple of minutes?!? Him obviously because his slapping balls stopped right at my hole and his cock started pulsating again. He stood like that for a little while, then stepped back while slowly exiting my cummy ass. "Thanks man" he said, returning his tank top to the front and pulling his bathing suit up. Another happy customer... but man I felt a bit sore after that impromptu fisting. I stayed in the sling though. Two men now came inside... one of them staying by the side and the second one immediately and with no ceremonies coming to my ass, pushing his cock in to start fucking. Fucking nice! No words, no ask, just push inside and fuck. I felt great, slutty and decadent. His balls slapping against me, him just grunting and loading off his cum - then leaving. The first man followed him out. It was time to return to the room and fill up on the kat.

I walked off the sand and into the trees, but couldn’t immediately see where the God had gone. I was about to turn back when I saw him step out from behind a tree ahead of me, blowing out a cloud of smoke as he did so. I took a deep breath, and then carried on to where he was. “Hey” he said, giving me a flash of that gorgeous smile. “Hi” I said, my voice shaky. “I’m Nick” he said. “Joe” I replied, feeling like I was maybe about to vomit. “Nice to meet you Joe” he said, reaching out his hand. As I took his and we shook, the giant bracelet on his wrist filled the trees with a clattering sound that turned me on even more. “Who’s the lady?” he asked. “Er, my wife” I replied. “We’re on our honeymoon.” He chuckled. “Is that so?” he said, grinning. “Yet here you are.” “I, er, I…” I stammered. “You’re not the first, believe me” he said. “How long are you here for?” “Two weeks” I replied. “Excellent” he said, grinning and winking at me. He then fished out the packet of cigarettes again and put one in his mouth, before offering me one. I was so nervous I took it, popped it into my mouth and then allowed him to light it for me. I took a deep draw while he lit his own, remembering how much I had enjoyed smoking on nights out until Hannah had put a stop to it. “How long until she wakes up?” Nick asked me. “I don’t know” I said. “We better get to business then” he responded, pulling down his shorts while the cigarette dangled from his lips. As he stood up again I could not help but stare at the giant cock that had just been revealed, complete with a huge Prince Albert. When I finally tore my gaze away and looked back at up at his face, he cocked his head to the side giving me a “well, come on then” look. I took another deep draw of the cigarette, and then nervously undid and pulled down my shorts and the CK trunks underneath. “Bend over against that tree” he said, now sounding quite commanding. My heart was going like the clappers, but I did as he asked. He then crouched down behind me, grabbed hold of my buttcheeks and planted his face in my crack. I nearly shot off just from the first lick he gave of my anus, something I had never experienced before. He rimmed me for a couple of minutes, eventually adding his fingers to the mix. First one, then another, then a third. He only paused to pass me another cigarette when I had finished huffing on the first one, clearly noticing I was using it to quell my nerves. My body seemed to be exploding like fireworks as he opened me up, and the smoke was making me dizzy and a bit euphoric. Rather abruptly, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. “OK, here’s the deal” he said, putting a hand on my back to keep me bent over. “I fuck raw, and I breed. I also never fuck just once, so you will be getting this every day while you’re here. I only stop once a hole has left town or the deed is done. So, last chance: do you want this?” I was too turned on to refuse, so vigorously nodded for him to continue. “Good boy” he said, taking his hand off my back. I heard him rummaging in his shorts, and then he thrust a small bottle and a bandana in front of my face. “Take a couple of sniffs, and then put the bandana in your mouth” he said. I did as he said, getting even more high from the weird smelling bottle. I guessed the bandana was to keep me from screaming the forest down. He pressed his cock against my hole, told me to push out, and then I started to see stars. I had only ever been fucked once during a moment of madness at a rest stop, but now the God’s huge monster cock was stretching me open like I was a complete virgin back there. I could feel the PA scraping along my insides as he slowly but firmly pushed himself into me in one go. Thank goodness for the bandana stuffed in my mouth, as I was trying to scream throughout the whole entry. Once he was inside he did not pause to let me get used to it, but instead slowly withdrew most of the way before pressing back in again. He repeated this a couple of times, and then suddenly started to speed up until he was pounding me like crazy. It hurt like fucking hell, but it also felt amazing. I screamed and groaned into the bandana, holding on to the tree for dear life. Nick eventually sped up his thrusting, and then rammed into me one final time. I felt the cock in me thicken and spurt, and knew he was pumping his seed into me. That set me off, and without touching my dick once, I reached orgasm and came all over the forest floor. He pulled out of me, and I involuntarily dropped to my knees as I felt the cum running out of my hole. Nick repositioned himself in front of me and presented his cock to my face, and I could not help but open my mouth to take it in. There was a metallic taste that seemed like it wasn’t just from the large PA, and I realised then as I came down to earth that it was probably my own blood. While sucking on that enormous cock, the panic began to set in as I finally realised what I had done. An obviously HIV positive man had just fucked and bred me, and he had made me bleed. The crunch of people approaching made me pull back in horror, but Nick put his hand on my head to hold me in place, the smash of his giant bracelet on my scalp rather startling me into submission. “Stay” he commanded. A moment later two older men appeared next to us, and man were they a sight. “Nick” said the older one, “we thought we’d find you here. Your favourite spot.” “Yes sir” said Nick. “Got yourself a new plaything I see” said the other man. “Yes, he’s on his honeymoon” Nick replied, smiling. “Wife’s asleep on the beach.” All three of the men laughed, looking down at me as I knelt in front of them. “So is this a solo project?” asked the first man. “Yes sir” Nick replied, “if that’s OK?” “Of course it is” the man said. “Besides, we’re on our way to help Zen and Kris with a twink they want us to meet. You don’t happen to know where they are?” “The dunes” Nick replied, smirking. “Of course” said the other man. “Their favourite hunting ground.” The three men all laughed again, before the two strangers walked away. Nick then looked down at me and smiled. “Bend over the tree again” he said, “I’m not done.” I should have run. I should have got the hell out of there. I was clearly involved in something much deeper and darker, and I should have fled while I had the chance. But I didn’t…

Chlamydia and Sylphilis. Also MP.

It was nice to finally let my limbs be free, though hanging as the floor had made me a bit numb. I didn't have to grip the chains as they were neatly locked onto. I was also incapable of moving with my legs being spread for the whole room to see. I finally saw the man that instructed Kyle. He was gorgeous. Even better looking than Master Pierre if I dare say. There was something pure in him that I sensed. His voice was gentle but affirming. When the lights above me got brighter, I was able to fully appreciate his physique. "I'm George. At this moment, try to think of this as a sort of mini break for you. It doesn't get easier, but you do become stronger and better in becoming one of us." If I saw George in public, I wouldn't have the courage to speak to him. His warmth during this ritual was unexpected, reassuring to say the least. The men in the room got closer now, circling the sling I was in with George right in front of me. . Slowly, teasing my hole with his cock, he passed me a few hits and held my head to kiss me. It's strange, his kiss was passionate, as if there was a kind intention behind it. He caressed my body, which was continuously sweating and brushed my hair, whispering to me how good this was for me. "Don't worry boy, this is all for your own good. You know you will be released from everything after this, your ability to control your desire after facing it for good." Another hit and he still circled the tip of his cock around my hole. "Do you want this?" "Yes.." "I need you to beg for it like you did before, but this time I want you to really mean it. Say what you want, we're all here to make sure you know what you want." "I really need your cock in me, Sir. Please, I beg you, give it to me." "Don't be to needy now.." "Breed me Sir. I need to have you breed me and transform me like the rest of you. Fill me your toxic load and use me as you please." "Very creative. Good boy." He was still teasing, and back and forth he asked me if I want it, which I never fail to quickly reply Yes in hopes that he finally enters me. "You're a good boy, you know that? Very obedient and knowing what to do. I like that bout you. Maybe Pierre here could let me coach you. If Markus here could proudly admit he's a cumdump, even though you wouldn't tell he could a few months ago, then I can't imagine how great you'll be." "I'll be better - I know I can." I panted, staring at his eyes, dilated on both our ends. "That's my boy...that confidence..it took a while for even Kyle to have the calibre you have. You got to spend more time in the gym though, so that once you gain the strength that these boys have, then I would consider you on the same level as they are now." He began pinching my nipples, releasing a soft yelp from me. He then examined my chest and my biceps, licking my armpit and spitting into my mouth. "You do have a better ass though, I've to admit. So tight and made for breeding." His index finger was now protruding me and I sighed in pleasure. Two more entered and as we locked eyes again, I mouthed "Please" as I couldn't hold my desire for his cock any longer. George nodded and in an instant, he drove himself into me, fast and gentle like never before. His pants, accompanied by the men's encouragement, persuaded me to try and rock myself into him, letting his arms clutch onto me. Never letting go even a single moment. Unlike the previous fuck tonight, George never broke eye contact. What he did was hypnotizing. He wanted to recognize the boy I am, the kind of hole I was meant to be, I could see in his eyes that he knew that about me. With each bead of his sweat dropping onto my chest, I was beginning to bond with him. It felt as if no one was in the room and that we were sharing an indescribable moment. I did not felt degraded but empowered, squeezing my hole on to him as he thrust his hole cock into me. He was longer than the rest, if I could estimate, George was wrecking my hole for almost 20 minutes. Even reaching climax took a while as I sensed it building up. He was panting louder than before, pecking me continuously, with our tongues dancing in mix of T, spit, cum and G. Both his hands were on my shoulder, close to the neck before he was about to cum. During this period, he started telling me his history with Master Vincent. "I don't usually do this, you know, talking to new recruits, but I know you and I have already started something special. I'll let you in on my story." Now, he was slowly rocking me, and the precum started to flow out of my hole. "Don't worry boy, I haven't cum yet. I can give Mikael a run for his money. Now, let me tell you how it happened.." His head rested on my shoulder now and his lips were on my right ear, giving it a taste and whispering how he joined. "A while ago, probably 2 years I think, I was recently divorced. I was bisexual, well still am and I realized that maybe I prefer men more. Real men. My ex-wife was great and we ended things well but I still wasn't satisfied, you know? I went to Pride, went to the bars and bath house but there was still something missing. I was already friends with Tina and it didn't get me fucked up like half the guys here, but still, when you have all the drugs in the world and you still feel hollow, what can you do?" I now see the parallels between him and I. Unlike him, I was ahead of the game. "Even the kinks didn't do it. And I sure wasn't into anything too [banned word]. Except for this. See, I met Master Pierre on a trip in Palm Springs and we clicked perfectly. He was also very candid with the things he did, explaining his reason to bareback, the Tina and the sex he does. When he told me the kind of recruitment he was doing and why he was doing it, it struck a chord in me that I knew was hidden." Fuck, he's getting me so excited and worthless in thinking that I was the only one who thought this way. "It was simple, I thought. Sure. Let me contribute to this mission of releasing our inhibitions but keep it exclusive, you see. That night, T was on me and Master Pierre tied me onto the bed of that all male hotel we were in. That jock you're wearing, was what I wore and boy that night, I finally found my calling. In addition to Pierre's seed, and the countless of guys who pounded me, I was in bliss. When Master Vincent arrived to give the final seed, I was relieved, satisfied and determined to live my life differently from then on. I worked out, improved the way I spoke and expanded this group you might think is a cult to what it is today. The day I knew I was poz, I bred 3 guys in the bathhouse. 2 who are here now." I looked at where George was looking and saw 2 guys who nodded. "You don't know what it's going to feel like, but I can assure you, you'll be free. I never looked back and I'm proud to continue this mission. Your youth only makes it better. I'm not just going to coach you but I'll also be your mentor if Pierre agrees. Do you want that?" "Yes, please, just breed me and fuck me good." "Haha, that's the T talking. Do you want me to guide you, Felix? "Yes Sir, I'll serve and train with you to follow your footsteps." "Now that's what I'd like to hear to make me cum. You want another charged load? One from Sir George, huh boy?" "Fuck yes." With a few thrusts, George finally came in me, and it was electric. Unlike the first two, I could really feel the warmth of his cum in me. To see him moan and release his load was absolutely rewarding. His sweats, still trailing down on his body shined and he rested himself on me, panting and pecking me again, biting and sucking my neck as a way to mark that I would be his. We continuously made out and just like that, he let go of me and looked to everyone as he said.. "Fun time over. Let's work this bitch to be one of us for good."

Chapter 3 Carl passed me a shot, I quickly swallowed it and shivered as the straight scotch burned its way down my throat. "I think before you suck me you need to get your ass up on the bed and let carl taste your hole while is see if my mates are free at the moment. Unlock your computer then jump up and get your ass in the air, sound ok?" said patrick. I guess it was a question but he said it in a way that there wasn't really much option to disagree. In the back ground Carl had shucked his shirt and jeans. He was commando. He giant ebony cock was already hard and it glinted with a ladder of 5 sets of piercings running up across the top of his cock. I'd seen them under the knob but these were priced across the loose skin on the top. Clearly his ample foreskin had given them room to implant them where others would have struggled. " You heard him baby, get up there and let me taste that white neg ass", Carl was a yank. And his thick southern accent only made me weaker. I unlocked my computer, dropped my boxers and climbed up onto the bed on all fours. Spreading my legs and feeling the cool hair brush past my hole. Carl wasted little time coming up behind me to gently tease my ring with his fingers. Gliding them gently over the hairless puckered surface. Spreading my sheeck he leaned forward and painted his mouth bang on my puckers and started to noisily lick and slurp my hole. In my already drunken state it started to send me crazy. My hard cock hanging down between my legs was dripping, i stroked it a few times but my god his tongue was doing amazing things that just got me too close to blowing. In the background i could hear Patrick clicking away typing, i looked over my shoulder to see him messaging someone on BBRT. "How long since you been fucked baby?" asked carl as he gently teased just my ass lips with the tips of his fingers. " About 8 weeks, he was a semi regular, pretty small only about 5 inches" "And how long since you've had a cock like mine or Patti's?" "I don't think I've ever had once your size", I tried to remember as Carl resumed his masterful work on my hole. "My ex was the biggest i've had he was about 7 inches but no where near as thick as you, He tore me though just not preparing me" I had started to slur and probably should have stopped talking. "It turned me on him summing in me, he liked to say he busted my cherry, he always used condoms though. I want on prep, but i stopped. I guess i should have kept going, i mean maybe we shouldn't.." "Shhh.." Patrick had appeared at my side and slid his jockstrap down . It was bigger than the pictures. The uncut knob was pierced and drooling precum, his heavy hairy balls hung down low, spread down by a cock ring. He grabbed my head and pressed my face to them, I could smell his slight musk and manliness. I had always though bulls balls and beer can cocks were for the movies. But here I had a 9 inch beer can on a poz muscle god and a 10 inch pierced black rod on this rough black man with an amazing tongue. "How long since your last prep tablet?" Pat asked. "2 weeks", I mumbled as i tongued his balls. "I can take one now, that way you can fuck me bare, i know its not perfect but.." "Shh, enough talking" he pushed my face back to his balls. "Keep licking. Lets just see where things go. Lets have another shot, maybe you can just suck us off that would be safe, wouldn't it?" I looked up past the massive pierced leaking cock over his hairy bulging pecs. God he was sexy. My hole twitched thinking about that cock as Carl continued to eat me out. I couldn't believe how strong his tongue was. All standing up we moved over for shots. One for each of the, and an extra for me. I had started to feel queasy with this one and explained i needed to lay down. As i collapsed backwards on to the bed carl lifted my legs and got back to work. "Keep him occupied, I'm going to duck down and grab Gary and Mark." Carl gave a thumbs up as he continued his work on my hole, occaisiaonlly biting my ring now interspersed with his tongue. My head lolled side to side and the room was starting to spin. I think I'd had too much but i was determined to keep it down. That was good scotch.

I was let down at last minute this past weekend by a top who breeds me about 5 or 6 times a year.... Nice guy, mixed race and vwe.... Chatted last night with him and arranged meet earlier tonight... After he'd dumped his first load up me within 5 mins coming through the door and i licked his cock n balls clean he started chatting about fisting so I whipped out a large tub of fisting lube and put my ass in air for him... He liberally lubed my hole outside and put a few scoops in me and before I knew it he was wrist deep and gently going in and out... He applied more lube and I asked him to push deeper and I think my ass swallowed another 3 inches.... By then he's also wanking with his free hand and within 2 mins his fists out, cocks in and he's dumping a 2nd load up me... He gently fisted me for an hour and stopped as he took cramp in hand... We had another break with short fucks Inbetween and me sucking him lots.... We started fisting again and this time he balled his fist inside me... Wow big hand which was later pulled out balled to gape me... My loose hole got fucked very hard which I love then 3rd load up me.... We finished off with him punch fisting my cummy hole and I licked his fist clean... Best 2 hours I've had in months.... We're arranging 3s for weekend so him and another top will breed and fist me taking turns.

I was 14 when my next door neighbour fucked me bareback