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PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit “You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy. “Fuck yeah, Santa! Empty that sack!” I growled. I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass. With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts. A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out. Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again. This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late. But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down. After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his. After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds…. About 3 days as it turned out. And then just about every three or so days after. I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies. He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there. The previous time, he even joined in a little. He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick. But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth. It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type. I think we all know what my type is: daddies. Or more accurately- HUNG daddies. As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow? Think you can come back for another round?” “You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas? I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences. She thinks I’m on drugs. She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table. And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.” “Well, it’ll be worth it if you can. Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to? Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn. I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.” He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre. Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion. And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought. First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man. And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut. Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin. And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing. I’d never been with a black guy before-- I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl. Really just a handful of guys from my school. And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it? Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked. “I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again? Here?” “No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday. And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big? Well, Terry is in a different class. I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours! Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.” “Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes. “You better! Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!” When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again. While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie. I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later. I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom. Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me. Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day. I could barely focus at school at all. I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing. Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year. It was mostly movies and fun in the classes. Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup. I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone. Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall. So here I was… again. Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point. Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass? What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself. My mind was racing again, matching my heart. Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me? Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw? Is this really who I am? And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me? I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead. I have to admit… it was very close. I actually headed for the exit more than once. But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry. Wondering what he’d be like. Wondering how big his cock would be. Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas? And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me. Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot. It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual. I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly. “Come on in, kid,” Carl said. I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside. I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place. “Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen. And Carl just chuckled. “Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way. Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says. “Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly. But my guts clenched a little bit. Parole officer?? I looked at Carl questioningly. Carl seemed to know what I was thinking. “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint. We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys. Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly. “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out. It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again. It’s been too long.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you. This is just about having some fun.” “Ok,” I nodded. “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?” Carl smiled. “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo. You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole. So let’s get you warmed up some. Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little. I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl. Carl knew what I liked by now. He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater. He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access. And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him. When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled. God his cock was beautiful! I worshiped it every time we got together. Three hands worth, and uncut. And pretty meaty. And just… wow. It was amazing to behold. And to suck. I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers. I was getting better at taking him. I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often. But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now. Which he loved. “Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth! Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously. I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away. I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door. “That you, Terry?” Carl called out. “Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door. “Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.” I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry. The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside. Big Terry was, well… big. Very big. He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy. Like 280 maybe? But not really fat. No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat. And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well. He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair. Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth. He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered. He smirked. “So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh? Damn! He a little thing! Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low. “Terry, this is Kyle. Kyle? Terry.” I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry. I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly. “At least to start with. We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas. But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going. He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.” “Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Didn’t I tell you? Kid loves the cum deep.” “Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed. “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again. Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon. It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.” “Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in. And they both shared a laugh. Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me. I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively. I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl. He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark, hooded eyes. Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into. Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself. With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver. I started wondering how all this was all gonna work. Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director. Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry. After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees. He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently. As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.” Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions. I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer. He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body. I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and… O. Holy. Beercan. Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans. You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks. But Terry? It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles. And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot. Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end. And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat. Oh no, It was long, too. Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ. It arced down and away from his body. There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker! “Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root. The girth wasn’t human. My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it. Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater. “Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack. “Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered. “Naw. She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it. You ain’t gonna run now, are ya? Carl said you can take it all. Like all dat prison ass. Bitches in there would take it all… eventually. Hell, there was even this one guard….” “Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass. “Yeah, Brad. That fucker… Jesus. I miss that ass. That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock” Great. So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy. I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably.. The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused. He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive. I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat. But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer. As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock. It jumped appreciatively. With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head. Let me just say—sucking him was impossible. Absolutely fucking impossible. He was just too damn thick. I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw. I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it. I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him. And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it. So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head. That being said, I gave it the ol college try. I did what I could. Slurped and sucked. Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it. Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity. “Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled. Carl didn’t need any more prompting. He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror. “What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire. “Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric. He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.” And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort. “He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand. I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready. “What’s the silver can?” I asked. “Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said. “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you. They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.” I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass. Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers. I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in. Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend! I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness. After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream. Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue. He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt. So. Fucking. Amazing. When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy. I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep. I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness. I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true. I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick. Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me. I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me. It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance. Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass! Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole. Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching. And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger. And then another. Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious. I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on. “Fuck yeah! Get that pussy ready for me! You ready for dis meat, bud? You want dis big black cock? You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?” All I could do was nod. “Ok, Terry. I think I got him about as open as I can. Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.” “We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!” I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me. God I felt so empty! And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry. Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me. “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it. He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more pumps of lube. “Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said. I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack. It felt like a fist back there. I looked at Carl, confused. He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap. Then he handed it back to me. “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.” I did like he said. At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell. But then… whoa. Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred. I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.” And Terry started to enter me. JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!! Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him. To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things. He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again. Slowly. Back and forth. Easing it a bit further each time. It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion. I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate. Yes it hurt. Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell. But it was also going in. I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it. Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him. His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped. Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go. But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon. He started to slow fuck me—right there. Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring. Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole. Slowly working it. Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth. To that big head. “Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said. Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply. I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring. “Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me. All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt. The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable. I was so full. So stretched. So fucking turned on! I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! OH!” every time Terry bottomed out. It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze. “Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately. “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!” What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk. I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth. I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole. I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus. And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick. Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass. He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter. And I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl. “Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded. “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry. He loves a cummy cunt.” Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees. And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl. And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me. After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake. In fact, it felt fucking incredible. All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain. It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me. Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face. I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly. “Fuck boy! Here cums a big gift!” I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before. Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously. “There you go, Terry. Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!” Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants. Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely. “Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded. I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop. The pain and pleasure of it were glorious. “DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool. I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him. I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick. Grinding down. Sliding up and down fast. Working just the head. Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load. Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me. I felt his hands on my hips again. He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick. He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole. I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong. Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me. I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me. With a gasp I started unloading my balls. Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere. Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere. After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess. My orgasm triggered Terry. “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard. I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me. Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt . And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me. I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal. After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over. “Shit, Carl. Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed. “I fuckin told you. It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said. Terry nodded in agreement. “Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted. Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly. “Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.” He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me. After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout. His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me. “Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit. My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly. Slowly we all got dressed. Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home. He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped. Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together. I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well. As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.” And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village.. Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year.. Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again. I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home. Epilogue: It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass! And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts? Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive. A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

"honey, I'm home" That was Diego, my husband, a 160 cm tall filipino man of 46 (but, like many asians, looking like 25). He triumfantly held up a little baggie with some white crystals in it which made me pretty happy. This was going to be one of our piggy week-ends. I'm John, of some sort of European descent, also 46, but a bit taller than Diego. "Babe I love you" I said, while my mouth was watering. Diego took off all his clothes and threw them on the bed in the bedroom and came up to me sitting in the sofa watching some friday afternoon soap opera. His shiny brown body shimmied barefoot over the living room floor and stopped in front of me, his dick already hardening. Here's the thing about Diego - he's a grower. His dick soft is cute and small, and then it fucking grows to a 18 cm fat rod that looks unnaturally big for his small stature. I leaned over to grab his ass and pull him towards me, smelling his crotch, and letting my tongue out to lick it. His smell is just so horny. Really, horny. I love it when he comes home after his working day, and then either takes off all his clothes or comes to me in just his underwear. The smell is sweet and intoxicating and has an immediate effect on my own dick. He pressed his cock against my face, slapping it a bit while still half hard. "Mmmm" I said. "So how much did you get this time?" "5 grams" he answered. I winced a bit. "That's expensive" "Oh, come on," he pouted a bit with his sexy sexy mouth, "we only do this some times!" "You're right... let's go down to the basement" "Mmmmyeah... wanna suck me?" he pressed his cock harder to my face... it was impossible not to grab his shaft, give it a few tugs and then engulf his cock head with a hard suck. He moaned seductively and pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened up, grabbed his ass cheeks and let him push all the way in, my nose on his cock's base. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah babe" he grabbed my head and started fucking my throat - thank god I don't have much of a gag reflex, and I love having his cock in me any way shape or form. I really didn't want him to cum - not yet - so after a little while I pushed him off me. "Let's get downstairs" I said - to our basement, where we have our little "dungeon". It's a not so small basement room, all decorated and warm, it's got a great heater to be able to be naked and sweaty and party a whole weekend away without having to think of anything else. There's a sling hung from the ceiling - I really love this feature and have had Diego fucking me senseless in it. There are some other furniture, some "normal" like a nice leatherette sofa, and some chairs, and then also some "special" - like a cross of St Andrew, and a gymnastics plinth, painted black with a top of shiny black leather on it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, eager to get downstairs, his now hard dick pointing the way. Down in the basement we sat by the table, and broke out the glass pipe and the lighter. Again, my mouth watering while Diego prepared the first hits. A few nice and big shards into the glass pipe and then he lit up. He smiled at me and took the first hits - I could see him visibly relax... cough a bit and then inhale some more white clouds. My turn. I took the lighter and fired up the shards a bit more. Melting them perfectly into the glass bowl... drinking the smoke. Fuuuck that was some nice shit. Tina always had such a fucking good effect. My dick grew hard. I could see Diego wanted some more and we smoked up the first batch of T together. I put down the still hot pipe onto the ashtray on the table and leaned backwards in the sofa. Diego was sitting next to me, sweating a bit in the hot room. He rolled over me, and sat in my lap, my cock nestling into his asscrack nicely, and started kissing me. I really love kissing Diego. He's using his mouth and lips the way they should be. He nibbled down my chin and throat... went all the way down to my chest, and started suckling on my nipples. Yeahhhh... he was moving his ass a bit up and down, playing with my shaft against his cheeks, making my nipples really swollen by suckling and biting them. My own ass hole was twitching, needing his cock inside me, but there would be plenty of time for that - the whole weekend. I looked at him and said "one more?" - he nodded, grabbed the pipe again, and put a fresh lot of shards in it , then lighting it up again. White clouds engulfed him, man, I couldn't let that just go to waste, so I put my open mouth over his when he was blowing the smoke out. We did that for a while, enjoying the quite strong T together. He moved over to the sling and put himself on it. He was sweating, and his body glistening from sweat, made him look so fucking sexy. He sparated his legs, showing off his pink hairless asshole, and puts the feet in the stirrups. What a sexy sight - my dick is so hard. I get up to him, standing between his legs, and then I bend down to eat his ass. I fucking love eating Diego's ass... his hole is muscular and loose at the same time. His silky ass lips can take a dick and squeeze the living daylights out of it, but makes entrance easy by just opening up like a cunt. I started licking from the balls and down. Lapping his hole with broad tongue, licking him like a dog. His hole twitched and he moaned with pleasure - I looked up and I could see how he played with his nipples. Now I went in deeper, separating his sweet ass cheeks with my hands and giving me deeper access to his hole. My mouth got in and my tongue hardened - I started tongue-fucking his pretty little ass, getting in deeper and closing up to his moist hole. Kissing it. Making out with his hole, let my teeth scrape the ass lips - he was moaning like hell. And then he did what I've seen only on porn sites, he opened up his hole totaly, so that I could see right into his ass. I covered the hole with my mouth, spitting into it. Toungue deep inside. Man he's so fucking hot. I picked up the pipe really quickly and fired up the last of the shards in there. Inhaling the cloud and exhaling in his wide-open gaping filipino fuck hole. A little bit of lube and then I stood up and pushed my cock inside him. Yeahhhh.... he wants my cock, needs me to fuck him good. I could see my pale white cock disappearing into his hot brown hole. Fucked him good, holding his feet, licking them - I love his small feet, they're so soft and clean. So I lapped his soles with wide tongue, from heel to toe, nibbling on the ball of both feet. I started sucking his toes, first one by one, and then opening my mouth with to take a foot in. All while pumping him with my cock. But I didn't want to cum yet. And I knew he wanted something else. So I got down again with my mouth on his now nicely lubed up and fucked ass hole. I love licking an open ass and his is really something special. I started playing with a couple of fingers, inserting more lube into him, lots and lots of it. I only stopped a little while to replenish the pipe and give Diego the lighter and have him hit the pipe some more. And now back to his hole, which I could feel was relaxing even more if possible. Four fingers in, more lube. Now I insterted my second hand. He was groaning loudly when I stretched his hole slowly, oozing of lube. Now eight fingers in, and opening him up more and more. Slowly replacing one hand with just the thumb of the other hand. Pushing my hand inside him... over the knuckles. More lube. pushing and releasing, pushing and releasing... and then ,finally, all the way. His scream was adorable, he was babbling and squirming a bit - and I told him to hold still. My hand sank inside him and his ass closed over my wrist. Ohhhh... he was twitching madly... and squeezing my hand so much... We held still, and since he still hand the fucking pipe in his hands together with the lighter he took even more hits on the poor remaining shards. His head was all engulfed in white cloud, and then he dropped the pipe on the floor - which fortunately has a thick towel on it. His hands came down to feel his hole and my wrist. He was feeling around it, amazed at the fist in his ass. I replenished the lube around the wrist and opened a bit more with a finger to force it inside him, so I could start pumping very slowly. His cock, that was so hard earlier, had now softened again, so now it was back to a small asian cock - I could not resist, but took all of his cock and balls in my mouth while I was slowly fisting him. Now he was almost howling in pleasure. I got my hand in pretty much, and then some of the arm, and he cried out to stop but that picture of my big arm going inside his horny hole was great anyway. Slowly, slowly, I withdrew my arm, and then slowly my hand out of his ass, which closed nicely, but now reminding more of a cunt than an asshole. His ass lips all swollen, and still twitching from my hand. OF course, there was only one thing to do, I had to inspect so there was no damage, and then use my mouth and make out again with that puffy ass hole. Time to rest a bit. We took another hit on the pipe and I could see him being content at having had my hand inside him. His cock was rising again with that memory while we talked about how horny I make him when I play with his ass. Only a few minutes later, he has me on the floor, my feet on his shoulders, and his big cock fucking the hell out of me - and he didn't put any lube at all, just spit on it and then entered. Which I love, of course. He fucked me so good, hard and deep. Just as I like it - and my cock started to precum a lot, which he noticed - scooping up the precum and licking it, then kissing me and making me taste myself. "Babe, you're making me cum" I panted into his mouth "Fuck take it, I'm cumming too" and then his cock started gushing inside me. I'm greedy when I bottom, it won't be wasted at all. The cum that goes in will stay in, unless I am compelled otherwise. We collapsed in a little heap, him and I, and then after a few minutes of resting, went to shower together and spending the rest of Friday night just kissing and cuddling, so enhanced by the Tina. Slowly we came down and then we fell asleep. We had a lot left of the week-end 🙂

Pt.3 Having spent a good while warming up down my throat, Mike was now simply using my ass as a hole to pound his tool into. Once he started fucking, it was steady and focused, just like all his work—each stroke pulling out right to the point of almost popping out, the tip only just still inside me, then driving forward the full length of his cock, balls deep. I had to support myself against the wall, where Mike had put my hands, my head down, trying to accommodate what he was doing to me without too much resistance. I couldn't move my ass away because Mike was holding my hips firmly in the position he wanted. After several long, hard strokes, I let out an involuntary whimper and tried to shuffle my feet a bit, but Mike said sharply, ‘Stay’. From this point, he didn’t change the pace, just steadily railing my hole—a constant, relentless rhythm, like a machine. Long minutes went by, and then more. I started to space out, this was all so surreal, and the deep rhythm of the fucking was both numbing and also… well, such a fantastic feeling. My body was just taken over by Mike, his cock fucking me all the way to the end; a total mind/body fuck. I lost track of time as this went on, until without any sign of a change to the rhythm, or a change to his breathing (Mike seemed not to be even sweating despite the workout, from what I could tell), he suddenly stopped at the balls-deep end of the stroke, leaned forward to my ear and said ‘unloading’. His beard brushed across the back of my neck. Bringing my mind back from wherever it had gone, I became aware of his cock pulsing repeatedly, his balls tight against my ass… and I knew he was breeding me so deep that his seed would be with me for the rest of the day, at least. I let out a groan of relief that it was over—feeling very strange, a powerful pleasure mixed with discomfort and humiliation. I noticed that my own cock was fully hard, even though it often isn’t when I get fucked. I heard Mike say something quietly, with his cock still planted in me, and the boy mumbled something in response. So, he was still there, to add to my embarrassment. Without speaking to me, Mike put one hand over my eyes and put the other around me, holding my arms tight and turning me around, his cock still deep inside. Almost before I had a chance to think, ‘What the hell?’, I felt a touch to my cock, and then something soft, warm and wet began to slide over it… omg… is the apprentice sucking me? I tensed up, trying to figure out what was going on. Damn. Then I felt his skinny ass cheeks touch my body, and he laughed quietly… he had taken my erect cock all the way into his young ass.

Pt2 I put my tongue out and let it gently touch the drop of pre-cum, drawing it into my mouth. Mmmm that sweet taste, after which there is no going back… I opened my mouth and put it all the way around Mike’s cock, with my face right up into his red-haired crotch. He smelled both manly and clean, a faint smell of soap. Even still not fully hard, he was touching the back of my throat. As I started sucking his cock, drawing my lips and tongue back and forth along the length of it, I felt him quickly getting bigger and harder. My jaw had to open wider as his cock got surprisingly much fatter. He made no sound but put his hand firmly on my shoulder, which I took as a signal to continue. After a few minutes, he put his hands on either side of my head and held it still, so he could begin to fuck my face. He pumped his cock in and out steadily and calmly—but each inward thrust pushed firmly, kind of sternly, against my throat… and I started to get the message that he was going to persist until it opened for him all the way. After one of these thrusts, as I was trying to relax my throat to take the hard head of Mike’s cock into my neck, I heard a twig snap underfoot on the ground nearby and remembered the boy. He was still nearby, apparently, or maybe walking away. Sensing my moment of distraction, Mike’s next push was stronger and he kept pushing, not pulling back. My throat muscles almost reflexively opened and he was in— I felt his hard mushroom head pop through, followed by a terrifying length of hard, merciless dick. Luckily, I had prepared the angle of my neck for it, so although it felt like a shocking intrusion into a vulnerable part of my body, at least I took it in without too much pain. As I knew he would, he held my head firmly with his cock far down my throat… forcing me to get used to it. I had to shut my eyes, telling myself to just relax (as if that was possible) and wait. Eventually, he decided that he’d blocked my breathing for long enough and slowly withdrew… I coughed up a handful of saliva, but he was already putting his cock back into my mouth. He now settled into a pattern of fucking my mouth while regularly pushing it through into my neck, more and more often, and keeping it down there for longer. I could feel my face turning red and a waterfall of saliva running down my chin onto my naked chest, trickling down to my cock and dripping off my balls onto the ground. A thought passed through my mind, slightly amused that only a short while before, I had felt embarrassed about being caught naked—my shame had now progressed to a new level. After an eternity in which I just had to let go of control and any sense of time, while Mike had his way with my mouth and my throat, just taking what he wanted, he eventually pulled out. I was thinking about how sore my throat would be tomorrow for a moment, but Mike just said, “Up”. I got to my feet a bit slowly, my knees sore and stiff from so long kneeling on the grass. Mike’s cock was huge and rock hard, rooted in his beautiful ginger pubic hair, shining wet and dripping with all the water he had pumped from my mouth and throat. It was long and really fat towards the base, tapering a bit towards the end, then topped off with a big mushroom. A porn star’s cock. Without any more words, he firmly took my arm and turned me around, pushing me toward the wall of the house, with my back to him. He took each of my hands and placed them on the wall, then let go. I stood there, feeling exposed, naked mentally as well as physically now, looking at the wall. I was feeling I should brace myself but more just resigned to what must be coming next. To be fair, although I was starting to see Mike in a new light, as he revealed himself as a very in-charge top, what came next was tough but not unkind. He put his strong rough hands on my hips from behind, holding me firmly. Then I felt the tip of his wet cock touch my ass hole, and he just went in, not roughly or painfully, it was in control and firm, and I knew there was no option. Somehow, my body responded to his by just letting it happen— my hole opened for him like a flower bud, and he slid smoothly all the way in. I pushed out a bit to open myself further as he passed my second sphincter. A rush of pleasure, or something beyond pleasure, rippled upwards through my abdomen and chest, manifesting outwardly as goosebumps on my skin as Mike rested his great weapon deeply inside me. I was lost in this sensation and Mike was totally in control.

I live some way out of town, on a farming property. I’m not the farmer, though, I have a town job - others in the family take care of stuff out on the place. One of the things I love most is the rare occasion I find myself home alone… I love the quiet, the big space of the view across the valley, the sense of calm, and being far away from other people for a period of time. Today was one of those days—the rest of the household is away for a week. I woke up naked in bed after a Saturday sleep-in and decided not to bother putting on any clothes (naturally). So good to have the house to myself. I opened up all the windows, as it was a nice summer morning. Made some tea and sat on the verandah for a while, just enjoying the peace with the cat, watching the horses grazing down the hill. I noticed that some of the plants on the verandah needed water, so I made a mental note to come back and fix them shortly. Heading back inside, I turned on some music. Since no one else was home, I turned it up loud so I could hear it everywhere. I tidied the kitchen a bit, then went out to the other side of the house to bring a bucket of water for the plants. Soon after, I was working my way down the row of plant pots on the front verandah, watering and enjoying the cool summer breeze on my naked ass. Another good thing about this place is you can hear a car or truck coming up the gravel road from quite a distance away, so there is plenty of time to pull on some pants if anyone comes in. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a tentative voice very close say “um… hey…?”. I spun around in surprise to find a slim young lad in tradies shorts and a singlet standing awkwardly on the verandah steps. There was a small truck parked in the drive, and I suddenly remembered that the plumber was coming to look at a problem with our water pump today. Damn, with my music so loud, I didn’t hear them drive in! Realising that the boy had already seen everything there is to see of me naked, and that I would have to walk the full length of the verandah anyway to go inside and get dressed, I said “Oh, sorry - forgot you guys were coming. I should put some clothes on”. Being polite, I guess, he just said, “No worries. Mike is around looking at the pump now—he asked me to let you know we’re here.” At this point, Mike walked around the side of the house and came towards us. He is a pretty decent guy, few words, just gets stuff done - mid-30s, strong and with a full ginger beard. Clearly, he saw that I was naked talking to his apprentice, but there was no outward reaction in his expression. At that moment, I became aware of two things: firstly, during the few moments I’d been talking with the boy, he had been looking mostly at my cock; secondly, given the attention, it was starting to get half-hard, lifting up a bit. Good grief. It’s so embarrassing, but there's nowhere to hide now. Mike, coming up to stand with us, said, “I can see the problem. Grab your boots, I’ll show you.” He glanced at my boots, right next to where he was standing on the step. Thinking this is foolish, but they’re kind of acting like nothing is wrong, and there’s almost no point putting pants on at this stage; I walked towards Mike and pulled the boots onto my bare feet. He was already heading off back around the side by the time I got down the steps, with the boy following a bit awkwardly close to me. As we turned the corner, his warm shoulder brushed mine. Mike was standing by the pump shed, which is about chest height, just to cover the water pump from the weather. He gestured down for me to look inside and said, “At the back, there’s a drip, so it’s losing pressure - just needs a new seal.” I had to crouch down to look inside where he was pointing. True enough, there was a small leak dripping. As I had my head down looking, he took a step back from looking over my shoulder. I turned my head and found myself face-to-face with an enormous cock, flopped out of his shorts. It had a drop of pre-cum on the end of it. I looked up at his face, and he just nodded, so I knew what to do…

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I can relate to this. Recently I met this young guy. Totally into my daddy ass. Fucks the hell out of me. Stamina and always at least two loads. Horny 24/7 so it seems. If I let him he'd fuck every day. If I were 20 years younger I would happily let him but I noticed my hole can't take that anymore. Sore as fuck after he's been over. Still, it's nice to have a young stud on call 😉

Yesterdag in the gay sauna Nieuwezijds in Amsterdam, I was fucked raw by four different guys. On top loaded another bottom and he shoved his raw creamy cock in my ass to load me ass well. I have also collected cum from a puddle of cum which was on the ground in put it in my ass. Unfortunatly I was not fucked and bred more

Millions honor the concept of God. Many more millions world-wide detest that mistake-of-humanity. The fact that there are so-called "religious" persons who can stomach - let alone accept/endorse this merde is beyond all understanding. Maybe "God" is tired of it too, and sending the most bitter cold weather to Iowa tomorrow. Maybe things are a bit slow in "Heaven" these days, and "God" is going to send some folks to that warm place with the 7 rings ....... which makes more sense that anything in the above.

I have a regular young top that loves Daddy ass. He is 22 years younger than me and married. He says he enjoys the fact that I talk dirty to him and I can take a rough pounding. He can really dole it out hard and is usually good for seconds or thirds. He was here yesterday at noon. He had called and said his wife was on the rag and he was pent up, did I want a quickie? I was in my jock on the bed waiting for him when he came upstairs. His cock was already hard and he pounded two quick loads into me and was gone within 30 minutes from walking in the door. He is a good top. He likes a slow lingering fuck AND the quickies like yesterday. Nice uncut piece of cock that loves my hole. There are a lot of young guys out there these days that are happy to fuck a Daddy ass... lots more than I thought.

As I drove to Mike’s house my mind was replaying our text message conversations ending with the most recent. We had met on a hookup site. It started as a bit of interest. I was 27 and getting married in 4 months to Maria, a nice girl outwardly but a bit of a devil between the sheets. She made it clear that she loved anal - possibly more than routine pussy sex and things were great between us. But I had an itch to scratch. I knew I liked cock as well and had had a brief fling with a guy before I had got engaged to Maria. That itch was still there. I wanted to suck another cock and take a bare cock in my arse one last time before I got hitched. I met Mike on the anonymous chat room and we seemed to click. He was mid forties , and from his pics , solidly built with a nice thick cock. I had explained over the five or six weeks we had been messaging I wanted a bareback fling with a guy and he said he was bareback only so that would work. I did my research and knew poz guys barebacked but that U=U. I didn’t want to pick up anything that might embarrass me. Mike admitted early on that he was undetectable and I said I was fine with that as I wasn’t taking prep - that would require too much explanation . It had come out in my fantasies and later in my texts to Mike that the fact he was poz and undetectable was a turn on for me, as was the fact I was neg and unprotected for him. We had set up the date, I would drive to his - there was an open offer to stay the night ‘bring your toothbrush if you want to stay over’ he had said - and Maria was on her hen weekend with her girlfriends. I knew she wouldn’t be disturbing me and I could finally scratch that itch ….. I knocked on the door and Mike let me in. ‘ Hi Nathan, come in, nice to meet at last’ Mike pulled me into him and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I let myself respond, immediately getting hard. I noticed Mike just had a bathrobe on, and could feel his cock stiffen too. ‘ come sit down , I just had some porn on the tv. I sat down looking at the big flat screen. There was a guy in a harness sucking one guys cock whilst being barebacked by another. I sat next to Mike as his robe opened. His cock sprang forward, a full 7 ins and thick, bigger than mine. ‘ you like?’ He asked. ‘Yes definitely ‘ I responded, grasping his cock and slowly wanking him. I saw his tattoo that he has on his abdomen, recognising it from the pics we had exchanged. It was a scorpion, but it was slightly different to how it had been, there was now a red tip to the tail sting. ‘you like my updated tatt?’ He asked ‘I did it especially for you’. I nodded, and kissed it as I leaned over to suck on mikes hard cock. I could taste his precum. I could feel Mike pulling up my t shirt and broke off from sucking his cock to quickly shrug off my jeans and boxers and t shirt. I settled down ion my knees in front of Mike and put his cock in my mouth again. ‘Good boy, we’ll scratch that itch tonight. Are you staying? ‘ I had already made up my mind. I nodded. ‘Toothbrush? ‘ I nodded again and saw Mike reach to my jeans and fish it out. ‘ I’ve a little admission to make Nathan, one I think you will enjoy. You know I said just to put a bit of spice in our fuck tonight, that I came off my meds three days ago , though it would still be safe?’ I nodded, Mike had asked me if I wanted him too just for a little buzz - he got out of me that i thought the fact he was poz was a turn on - ‘well in actual fact I knew early on that me being poz turned you on - so I’ve actually been off my meds for the six weeks we have been chatting. So I’m not undetectable anymore! ‘ My heart pounded, I knew I had to be careful but my cock stiffened at hearing Mike was no longer safe. ‘ Stand’ he ordered. ‘You’re hard, boy, I know you’re turned on but you don’t have to take my cock if you don’t want and I won’t cum in you if you don’t want- we don’t want you going back to your girlfriend all pozzed up like a faggot do we?’ I nodded again. ‘ok sit’ I sat down and Mike eased me forward before lifting my legs. ‘Close your eyes, just enjoy this bit’ I could feel his breath as he started to rim my hole. I had never been eaten out like this and could feel Mike’s tongue invade my hole. I kept my eyes shut to enjoy the sensations. I felt something cold ‘ just a bit of lube …in case….’ Mike whispered. I then felt something else. ‘Do you like that?’ I nodded again, presuming it was a slim sex toy in my bum. ‘ your toothbrush was the closest thing I could find, sorry’ . I thought that was a kink of Mike’s hence the instruction. mike adjusted his position and I could feel his cock at the entrance to my hole. I was conflicted, I was desperate for him to continue the pleasure and slide in, but he was poz. ‘Please’ I whispered. ‘Please stop?’ Mike asked. ‘No please put your cock in me I want it’ I whispered. In my mind I would ask him to pull out before he came. I didn’t want to be pozzed. mike adjusted and slid in to my well lubed hole and started building a rhythm. It felt like heaven. ‘I will pull out if you ask, cos if I cum in you you are likely to become poz, but you have to ask me to’ ‘ok ‘ I nodded, just feeling the pleasure. ‘ tell me when you’re nearly cumming’ I gave myself to feeling his cock pounding my hole. ‘Nearly there boy’ . The words swirled round the room but my itch needed to be fully scratched. ‘Please ….. stay in, cum in me, pleeese,’ I whispered. I needed to feel his cum in me. ‘ definitely…. Uuuhhh! ‘ Mike growled as he came hard in me. ‘ I knew you would want that’ Mike said as we has a post fuck cuddle. I could feel his load seeping out. My mind was still foggy. I needed to think what to do next ……. to be continued

This morning I woke up hard as usual. I was about to roll over on top of Drew to pump my morning load up his arse when he said, “no dad, I’m gunna fuck you." With that he pushed me on to my belly, climbed on my back and forced his cock up my arse. I wasn’t relaxed so I yelped a bit as he shoved it up me. “You like that, don’t ya?” I said “fuck yeah, breed me son” He fucked me good and after 5 or 10 minutes he shot his load up my hole. I told him he was a good boy, then I forced him on to his belly, mounted him and fucked my load up his hole. Daddy’s gotta shoot his morning load in his boy.

Love playing with married guys. So many of them just ask if I'm "clean" and then will take raw dick. I always wonder how many of them get infected as since they are on the dl, they are not as apt to be on PrEP or even test regularly

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Having fun with AI-generated voices, making them say whatever dirty I have in mind! One is very realistic and seems my story's main gifter character. "Just shake my hand and I'll upgrade your status instantly", WTF!

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I have a regular FWB who really enjoys ass play. We takes turns working on one another's holes. Typically, we smoke a joint or two to relax, some good poppers and then start opening one another's holes up. We have played for a number of years and we both really enjoy opening the other guy's hole up with tongues, fingers, toys, fists and our cocks. A great way to learn to relax with someone you trust and really let go and open up!!! As a number have mentioned... a lot of this is 'mental'... just relax and enjoy the stretching. It gets easier (and more fun!). Good luck with your journey

Part 3 After we moved the clothes to the dryer, uncle Chester was still walking around with his impressive hard on. He was playing with it periodically as we moved to the living room. I was sipping on the remains of my now lukewarm coffee on the couch. Uncle Chester sat on the other end with his feet pointing towards me. He was playing with his dick in one hand, and going through his phone with the other. “I got to get this thing taken care of. All those photos of my younger days really got me horned up. I’m going to see if I can get someone over two drain my balls.” “Looking on Grindr I assume?” “Recon. The kinkier boys are usually there. I want these feet licked as well as my cock.” Uncle Chester lifted his legs and placed his feet in my lap. This close I could pick up the odor wafting off of them. “What kinks do you like Will? Maybe I can find someone on here for you too.“ “Oh, you don’t have to go through that kind of trouble. I don’t think I’ve really done much in terms of kink. I mostly just done sucking and fucking. I know I’m pretty boring.“ “Nonsense. You just haven’t branched out. What kinks have you been interested in?” “Um, maybe rimming, teabagging, wrestling.” “Fairly tame but it’s a good start. Ah, here’s a 65-year-old bear chub, who says he loves to sit on guys faces. You might like to eat his ass.” Uncle Chester showed me his phone screen. On it was a profile picture with bad lighting and a pretty shady looking fat old guy was looking menacing towards the camera. “I think his ass would eat me, ha ha.” “It’s an option. There’s no shortage of kinksters out there. While you’re here, I’ll be your wing man. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t help my nephew have the best experiences he can?“ “I appreciate it. I’ve always been open to new experiences.“ “Good. Here’s a good one for me. I think I’ll have him over for a nice romp in the sack.“ He showed me the profile. Slender 20 something year old. Light brown hair, still within his preferred type. “I’m sure he’ll provide you good service.“ I looked down towards uncle Chester‘s feet in my lap. He was rubbing my torso with his toes. His feet were big. Much bigger than mine. Even though the rest of him was fairly rough, they looked pretty smooth. Uncle Chester peered past his phone and saw me looking at them. “What do you think?“ He lift a foot up towards my face. I ended up holding it in support. The smell much stronger now. “They stink.” “It adds flavor. All the boys love it. Feel free to plant your nose in there and savor them.” he moved closer to my face “I’m not sure” “You mentioned you would do it for the right guy. You should know what to expect when you eventually do. Go on just humor me.“ He had a point. If I was going to do something like this with a guy in the future, I wouldn’t want to go in unprepared and embarrass myself. I pulled his foot close and pressed it up to my face, giving a long inhale. Immediately my head was spinning as the scent of uncle Chester’s dirty, sweaty feet were intoxicating me. “Wow, that’s intense.“ I suddenly felt a tingle in my nether regions. My dick was starting to react. Uncle Chester noticed as well. “What’s this? Looks like you’re responding to it quite well.“ He used his other foot, and started tapping my now stiffening cock. He spread his toes and gripped the head of my dick between them and pulled back my foreskin in slow stroking emotions. “Uncle Chester, should you be stroking my dick with your foot?“ “I’m not, I’m just inspecting your penis.“ He brought his other foot down away from my face and sandwiched my shaft between his soles. “Well this coffee is giving me a bit of harsh morning breath, so I think I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I took his legs off my lap and got on my knees on the floor, digging through my mostly empty backpack looking for my toothbrush. “Yeah, me too. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet either.“ uncle Chester stood up to move past me, as he shimmied between me and the couch, his hard on tapped me against the side of my forehead, it made me jump a little. “Oh relax. You had my cock poke your ass and it was harmless. A little fascial action is practically PG.” “Yeah, I guess I’m still getting used to casual nudity.“ “OK let’s get you more used to it then. Hold still.” Uncle Chester put a hand on my chin and grabbed his cock bringing it close to my face. He lift up his hefty cock and brought it down across my nose, the smell of it assaulting my senses. He had it lay on my face there for a moment while I winced. Then he started sliding his cock all over my face, on my cheeks, my chin it was irradiating heat and I’m pretty sure some pre-got on me. “See? Nothing wrong with that.” “I guess so.“ “Like I said. Now get under my balls.“ “What?“ He then moved to straddle my face. He picked up his ballsack and plopped it on my forehead. It was very saggy and wet. He held my head in place as he moved his hips forward and back, sliding his large wrinkly ball sack up and down my face. He stopped below my nose, and it melted over my mouth and chin. He pulled my head into him. His cock shaft on my forehead, almost my entire face being absorbed into his mature scrotum. “That’s it. Just breathe that in. This is teabagging Will.” he moved his balls upward just enough so I could speak. “Yeah, uncle, I get the picture. You’re very slimy down here.“ “You think that slimy, try this” he pushed on the top my head and walked forward a little. My nose was sliding against his taint and that’s when I saw it. Chester’s dark puckering asshole was hovering over me. It was very plump and glistening. It had a very rugged texture that probably came with years of anal play. Slowly, it was coming down towards my mouth, opening and closing like a fat leach excited to latch onto something warm blooded. His hands pulling my head towards him as he squatted down on me. My lips were just about to make contact, probably a millimeter away. That’s when he released me and stepped aside. I was able to gasp and catch my breath. The musk of his crotch coated my entire face like a thick film. “See? You can trust me. Now that you’ve had all that quality time down there. You shouldn’t be shy about us having a little bit of body contact, right Will?“ I was a little dazed from nearly doing ass to mouth with my uncle. But he didn’t actually go that far. What with my ass getting poked by his cock and my mouth nearly connecting with his slimy doughnut, I had to agree that his dick slaping my face was fairly tame in comparison. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I replied, while internally trying to readjust my expectations of personal boundaries. If this was the sort of thing that was going to be common with him, then I guess I’ll just have to roll with it. “Oh, and if you ever want to plant your face in my balls, again, feel free.“ While getting tea bagged by uncle Chester wasn’t really a bad experience. I am not sure that I would actively dive in between his legs again. I mean, Chester is family after all. But his balls were quite warm. “Thanks I’ll keep that in mind.“ I rummaged through my bag again, and pulled out my toothbrush. I let out a sigh, and instinctively licked my lips. I could taste ass on my mouth. I think when uncle Chester moved to get off of me, his asshole did slide across my lips briefly. I brushed my teeth and we went about our morning fairly regularly. Both of us still nude. Uncle Chester told me that his dryer was semi-broken and didn’t have heat, so my clothes would take an extra amount of time to dry. I hadn’t yet gotten a shower. Chester maintained a lot of conversation, so it was hard for me to find an opportunity to ask if I could use his shower. It had been a couple days and I was a little grimy from traveling. Previously I could smell my BO, but now my face was covered in his ball sweat so the odor of his sack was constantly present for me. My thoughts kept going back and forth. Uncle’s free spirited lifestyle was fun and quite liberating. But letting his genitals touch me as casually as a handshake was very far from the norm. With other friends I wouldn’t mind it at all and would even enjoy it. But that would involve some sort of intimate component. Chester assured me there wasn’t a sexual component to how he behaves around me. But being face planted in his balls earlier definitely tested the limits of that, even if he was just fooling around. Uncle Chester kept sporting his hard on around the house, waiting for his hookup to arrive. He casually stroked it while he was making toast in the kitchen. I handed him jelly from the fridge and he smiled at me. He had such a warm disposition. When the toast popped up he had me spread the jelly, standing behind me watching. Then he stepped closer and his cock pressed on my butt crack. I was contemplating if that was okay. Since I had arrived, I looked at sex photos of him, had his pre cum drip down to my balls and ass, got my asshole poked by his dick, smelled his foot, got my dick sandwiched between his feet, and had his dick and balls rubbed on my face. Anyone I would mention that to would tell me thats all crossing boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. I know it may seem that way, but whenever Chester had the opportunity to take advantage, he didn’t. When his dick poked my ass with my legs over his shoulders he could have attempted to fuck me. When his ass was over my face he could have plopped it on my mouth for a forced rimjob but walked away instead. In conclusion I determined that Uncle Chester was good intentioned. He’s just very comfortable with his body. So I didn’t objected to his cock touching my crack in the kitchen. Sure it’s eccentric, but I feel safe with him. “When is your recon boy coming over?” I asked not moving my ass. Uncle Chester put his hands on my hips and wrapped his arms around me for a hug. His cock slid down my ass and went between my legs. I felt his tip hit my balls. “Soon, which is good. I really need to blow a load in someone.” “I can tell, your dick is poking my nuts.” “That’s okay with you right?” “Yeah it’s fine. It’s really warm.” “Your ass is really warm.” He was rubbing his hands up and down my stomach. “It is a little hot today so that’s probably causing it.” Uncle Chester stepped back, pulling his cock from between my legs and stopped below my ass. He grabbed his cock and slid it up between my cheeks stopping at my hole. “Nah thats definitely your natural body heat. I can feel it from your sensitive areas. I really need that trick to show up. I can’t wait to plow into that ass.” I felt him press a little against me. I was sure he wasn’t trying anything bad. Just like previously. “Hey Will, spread your legs and bend over the counter.” “Why?” “Because the recon trick is your hight. I might want to fuck him in the kitchen. I need a reference.” “Okay.” I spread my legs slid the toast to the side and leaned over the counter. My ass naturally spreading apart. Uncle Chester put a hand in my back and kept his cock on my hole. “Yeah I think this will work. I’m gonna slide my cock up in that boys ass right here.” He slapped my ass a couple times with his cock and swirled it around it a bit before centering it again. He moved his hips forward and I felt his cock press against my hole. That’s when there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be him.” Uncle Chester let go of me and left to answer the door. The two of them entered the living room, and uncle Chester introduced me. “And that’s my nephew Will, don’t mind him. He’s just visiting for a while” The recon trick, (I never got his name) smiled and waved at me. He looked back-and-forth between Chester and I inquisitively. I guess he was surprised to see that I was nude as well. “I’m waiting for my clothes to dry.” I explained. The two of them went to the bedroom and I was left to enjoy some toast. It didn’t take long for them to start making some noise. They really seem to be having fun in there. I checked on my clothes to see if they were done. They were still wet so I restarted the dryer time. Guess I’ll have to keep on walking around like this until whenever it finishes. I sat on the couch, going through my phone, and some other items I had in my bag. The sounds of them going at it was putting me in the mood as well. I browsed online looking up some porn, playing with my cock. I searched older men fucking younger twinks. There were plenty of video links available. One video I clicked on had a cute bottom in the thumbnail. The top was revealed to be an older man in his 60s. A little older than I was normally into but he was still good looking. I felt a little awkward playing with myself while my uncle was just in the next room getting down, but if he was cool with being sexual with company around then so would I. I didn’t really reach any sort of finish line, just casual browsing. After about an hour, with my still raging boner, I heard the bedroom door open. Chester came out to get a drink of water from the kitchen. Despite how long he had been in there, he was still hard. His dick had a glossy sheen on it. “Hey Will, could you grab a glass for me out of the cubbord? I have cummy hands.” I got up and grabbed a glass for him. I surprisingly wasn’t worried about my cock being hard in front of him. He took notice to it. “Have you been entertaining yourself while I was at it, or are you just happy to see me?“ He turned towards me and out cocks were almost touching. “Oh, yeah, I was just browsing some porn.“ “Let’s see what kind of porn you’ve been jacking it to.” He reached for my phone and was looking through it. He seemed to approve of the video content. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to the arm and put his feet up on the table. I fallowed and sat sideways on the arm. “That’s the type of older man you like? Very seasoned. The bottom boy is a cutie. Did you cum yet?” “Not yet. It might have been rude to cum in your living room.” “You can cum anywhere you like. I encourage a healthy sex drive in this house. But you’re watching tame stuff. I’ll find you some really hot videos. Come let me show you.” Uncle Chester then put a hand around my ass and pulled me off the couch arm and onto his lap. His moist cock was under my ass. We were now watching him search porn videos on my phone. “Here, this one is really nice.” He played a video of a really thin older man fucking a tied up boy. I saw that the older man had a biohazard tattoo below his belly button. He was fucking the boy hard and the boy was moaning like crazy. He looked like he was in heaven. “What do you think? Hot isn’t it?” “Yeah he looks like he’s really loving it.” “Well what are you waiting for? Stroke your cock Will.” “While on your lap?” “You don’t like sitting on your dear uncle’s lap?” “No it’s not that…” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my dick. I was a little hesitant but I started stroking it again. “Good boy. I only want you to be comfortable with your self. You shouldn’t be afraid to jack off with me. And speaking of which, raise your ass up so I can reach my cock. I wanna rub my meat too.” I raised my ass up as I was stroking my dick. I was getting really turned on by the porn and how much the bottom was loving getting fucked. I was basically squatting on the couch with my back laying on my uncles chest. Chester grabbed his cock and was stroking it too. He aimed it up and I felt his tip slide between my cheeks. “Uncle Chester, your dick is pointed at my ass.” Now I am focused on keeping my leg strength up, because if it starts to waver then I’ll end up, lowering down and penetrating myself on it. “Yeah it is. Nothing wrong with that. Careful though. If you let your hips slide down, you’ll swallow up my cock. Wouldn’t want that now.” He gave a playful thrust of the hips hitting my hole a little harder than he should have. My ring hurt as his cock head rammed. “Ouch! Okay new position.” I moved over to the side and sat down beside him. Giving my legs a rest. “What a shame. I liked having you on my lap.” “My legs were getting tired.“ In actuality, I felt like his playful thrust cause a minor entrance. My ass was a little sore and felt slippery from it. I know he’s just teasing me, but that level of fooling around might have actually resulted in an unintentional penetration. God for bid we actually cross that line. With my own uncle, my father’s brother. On top of that he has HIV. I couldn’t imagine having that conversation with my parents, explaining catching it, and more specifically who it was from. We sat there next to each other for a few more minutes playing with our cocks. Before long uncle Chester was ready for another round. “Well, it’s time that I get back in there. I’m sure that boy in there has had enough of a break. How about you come join us? I’m sure you would enjoy watching that little slut get pulverized by this thing.“ “Would that be all right? Is he interested in having someone watch“ uncle Chester grabbed me by the hand and guided me to his bedroom. “He’s a completely subservient boy. He’d love it. And I’m sure you would have more fun watching it live rather than on your small phone.“ When we got inside, I saw the recon trick tied to the bed posts, legs spread on his belly, ass up in the air. His mouth was gagged, and he looked expecting towards Chester, excited for more. Uncle Chester got on the bed and straddled him. “For this next part we’re gonna have a little bit of an audience. My nephew here is going to watch your hungry hole swallow my poz cock.” He said that more like an order rather than a request. He raised his hips and positioned his long rod at the boys gaping hole. Inch by inch I watched it disappear inside him with ease. He wasted no time jackhammering away. The boy was moaning through his gag. Admittedly, it was quite the erotic sight, watching two people fuck in front of me. I was there in the corner, watching them go at it for quite some time. Uncle never lost any energy. It was quite impressive for a man of his age. The boy he was on top of moaned loudly, and it was hard to tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. I imagine it would have to have been both due to the sheer size of the dick inside of him. “Hey Will. How about you come here and give me a hand.“ “What do you need?” I slowly walked closer to them. Not sure what he was expecting me to do. “I’ve came so much that I’m having a hard time getting this last load out. How about you massage my feet? That will help me nut.” I looked at the tangle of legs by the foot of the bed. It wouldn’t actually be participating in the sex, so it seemed like it was fine. “Okay.” I got down on my knees and brought myself eye level with uncle Chester’s large feet. They jiggled a little as his hips were plowing up and down into the moaning boy. I grabbed one of them and started rubbing the soles up and down. It was surprisingly soft and warm, albeit a little smelly. “That’s a good boy Will. That feels nice. I can feel myself building up here” Being able to assist my uncle felt pretty nice. I was glad I was able to give him some comfort. Rubbing his feet wasn’t all that bad either. After a while, uncle was getting fairly enthusiastic. It seemed like he was going to shoot off. That’s when he reached his foot out closer to my face. “OK Will I am about to bust inside of this dirty little fucker. I need you to suck my toes.“ What? Wasn’t that a little too sensual for us? The thought of it sat in my head very briefly, because uncle Chester pressed his foot up against my face making me breathe his sent. I felt my head to go a little fuzzy on it. He was wiggling his toes against my lips and my mouth fell open. It was only for a little while right? I’m just helping him get off. This can’t be crossing any sort of weird line. I took his toes in my mouth and I started sucking on them. The flavor was salty and meaty. His toes found my tongue and curled around it. I ran my tongue between them. The flavor of his feet thoroughly coating my mouth. “Fuck! That’s a good boy Will. You’re such a good boy for working that tongue on my feet! Oh shit here comes! Going to charge this ass up with another toxic load!” Uncle Chester squeezed my tongue between his toes and his hips slammed down into the boy. He let out a grunt and shot out a load deep in him. I saw his ass cheeks flex in rhythm to his orgasm. I removed his foot from my mouth, the taste still persisting. Chester got up off the boy and sat on the edge of the bed towards me. His semi hard cock was close to my face. It had a fresh sheen of cum and ass juice. White drops fell from his tip. “Ah, that was fantastic. Thanks for the assist Will.” He put a hand in my cheek and smiled at me. It felt like he was pulling me closer to his cock. The head was already nearly touching my chin. “Glad I could help.” I muttered while opening my mouth as little as possible. “What’s wrong? Worried I’ll make you suck my cock clean?” He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. “No, it’s just, it’s very drippy.” A drop of his cum hit my chin. I pulled my head away and wiped my face. That’s when I heard the dryer buzz. “Oh. Looks like the clothes are done. You tend to those and I’ll clean up this mess here.” He pointed towards the completely cum drunk boy on the bed. “Right.” I went to the laundry room to fold clothes. I could still taste uncles foot in my mouth. It taste bad but bad in a strangely good way? My heart rate was up. That was such a wild scene. That was definitely a progression of things. Was that incest? Nah, it couldn’t have been. I didn’t suck his dick or get fucked by him. I was just giving a little help is all. Right?

With the use of a butt plug and your breathing techniques. I use a gape keeper from topped toys, starting from 65 (now the smallest size is 45; it used to be 65), then wear it frequently (3-5 times a day, 30 minutes each time). I did upgrade my size and very quickly being plugged, and you will notice each time the butt plugs go inside you, it gets easier and easier, while your muscle get softer and softer. Sometimes I use thick dildos after a long plug session to help too.

Part 3 - Spending time in the city It was a really hot Tuesday when Brandon, James, Amir and John met for lunch in town. The men sat on the terrace of the restaurant and gave points for the bulges of the men's shorts, Bubble butts and big biceps. It was fun. After lunch, John had to go to continue working, but James and Amir had the day off and Brandon had decided to skip his studies. Brandon needed new pants, so he asked James and Amir to come to the department store as taste judges. The department store's men's department was almost empty. The hot day had probably driven the customers to the beaches. The men walked around the department and thought about what kind of chinos would suit Brandon best. Finally, a salesman in his twenties came to them and asked how he could be of help. The name tag on the man's chest read Dylan. "I need some new pants," Brandon said to Dylan. "Brandon needs proper pants that will better show off his best features," continued Amir. Dylan looked at Amir in confusion. Amir patted Brandon's buttocks and said, “Brandon's delicious ass needs to be exposed better. As well as her hot poz package”. And moved his hand to the front of Brandon's jeans. Brandon laughed and pushed Amir's hand away. Dylan turned red and went to look for suitable pants on the shelf. After a while, Dylan came back with a bundle of pants in his hands. Dylan said he thinks Brandon needs either white or khaki pants. Dylan handed Brandon a pair of white pants. Brandon took the pants Dylan handed him and went into the fitting room, pulling the curtain behind him. After a moment, Brandon opened the curtain and stepped in front of the men. The pants looked really good. Brandon spun around and asked the men what they thought. James was the first to say it looks really good. James said he liked how the straps of Brandon's jockstraps showed through the thin white fabric. They beautifully frame Brandon's cum hole. But the front looks delicious too. "It's obvious that Dylan has an eye for male beauty when he immediately managed to choose such perfectly fitting pants for Brandon," continued Amir. Dylan blushed again and handed Brandon a new pair of pants. Brandon went back into the fitting room, but Amir held onto the curtain as Brandon tried to close it. "I don't think it's necessary, since there are no other customers nearby," he hinted to Brandon. Brandon immediately understood the hint and began to take off his white pants. Brandon took off his pants while standing with his back to the men, exposing his muscular jockstrap ass for the men to admire. Dylan stared open-mouthed at the show in front of him. Next, Brandon started to pull on khaki colored chinos, which were clearly a tighter skinny fit model than the previous pants. Now Brandon stood facing the men. Brandon wanted to perform. He theatrically slowly and spectacularly stuffed the full pouch of the jockstraps into his pants. The tight pants fit Brandon well and the pants showed off Brandon's bulge perfectly. Amir pointed to the front of Dylan's pants and told Brandon that these pants should be bought when they work this well. Dylan, red in the face, tried to hide the rock-hard erection in his suit pants with his hand. Amir took Dylan by the shoulder and led him to the fitting room with Brandon. "You should go and calm down for a while, because you can't walk around here in the department with a hard cock," said Amir and pulled the curtain in front of the fitting booth. About five minutes later, Brandon came out of the fitting room and told James that you were next. "This boy is greedy for toxic Daddy cream". James went into the fitting room through a gap in the curtain, where Dylan was standing with his pants tucked in, his hands leaning against the mirror on the back wall. James touched Dylan's hole with his finger and asked if Brandon fucked Dylan. "Yes". "Did you like it?" "Yes," replied Dylan. “Do you want some more?” "Yes," answered Dylan again. James opened his pants and exposed his hard cock. The head of James's cock was wet from the spilled pre cum. "I don't have a condom with me," said James. "It doesn't matter," replied Dylan. "Do you want to get it bare inside you?" asked James. "Yes," answered Dylan again. “Brandon said you're hot for older men who will inseminate you with toxic sperm. Is that true?", asked James again. "Yes," replied Dylan. At the same time, James placed his helmet on Dylan's wet hole and began to slide his cock into the young man's tight hole. James pushed himself balls deep. After a while, he started to fuck Dylan, who was intensely looking into James' eyes through the mirror. James picked up the pace and fucked Dylan with powerful movements. Finally, James asked if Dylan was sure he wanted James' sperm. "Breed me, please," replied Dylan. "Have you let strangers inseminate you before?" asked James. "Yes, many times," replied Dylan. James tore open the curtain of the fitting room and beckoned Amir inside. James told Amir that he should start getting ready because it was Amir's turn next. Dylan is a no loads refused slut. James emptied the bags into Dylan's hole and next gave space to Amir. Finally, Amir also came out of the fitting booth, and after a while, Dylan again in his full salesman costume. Brandon praised that he has never received such good customer service before. Dylan thanked, and promised Brandon both pants at half price if he was going to buy them. “Awesome,” said Brandon. When the purchases were paid for and in the bag, Dylan welcomed them all to shop again.

It was my last weekend in London and I wanted to make the most of it, so on Saturday night I headed out to a gay club that was near the place I was staying. I didn't meet anyone I connected to right away, but eventually I ran into a married couple. They were quite nice and flirty, and chatted me up while buying me a couple drinks. It was pretty obvious what they wanted, and he guided my hand to the front of his trousers to feel how hard he was. We didn't stay for very much longer after that, and headed back to their flat. After a bit of foreplay they got right into it and started spitroasting me, occaisonally swapping ends. They were pretty rough (which I love), and were absolutely hammering my ass and throat. The bigger one (who I think is normally the top in their relationship?) came in my ass first, before pulling out and letting his husband use my ass. While I was cleaning off his cock the one fucking me came in my ass a second time, and his husband found it so hot he went back to fucking me almost as soon as his husband pulled out. We fell asleep after that, I was a little out of it (I was definitely a bit drunk still, and that fucking had decimated me). We woke up the next morning and they put another 2 loads in my ass before I left.

Had a really nice surprise yesterday. A while ago I had been to a party at a friends place for a Fuck Daddy party. Last weekend my friend called me. He said one of the guys had been asking about me. Could he give him my phone number? From his description I knew it was a quite a hot younger guy. Late 20s? Big cock and staying power. And huge muscle pecs with big nips! He had fucked me several times and two of the loads I got were from him. Of course! He called yesterday and we met. OMG! Feasted on that big cock and his pecs (he loved that!). He said my daddy ass made him so horny. Nailed me really good. Two long fucks. I was in heaven! Two loads. Cleaned him up after that. He said to keep sucking. He got hard again and blew a still nice load down my throat. #3! I have a feeling he will be back really soon 😉

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

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.”

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

I run trough a lot of married men in my life. I would say they are my target lol i am very surprised of how easy they can be convinced to take dick raw and be bred. Since I am mostly top I cannot comment about if it is as easy to make them fuck raw. i had 4 married guys as regulars as the same time. I was the first one who fucked them raw and they didn’t put any resistance (I was the first man of one of them) do you guys have similar experiences with married guys? Do they prefer to fuck or being fucked raw? Or was I too lucky? Lol

Hi I’m 19 and i’m topping older men since I was 15, it’s all started from Grindr and it was hard to find someone my age so I started meeting and toping older guys till now I never had anyone around my age the youngest guy I had was 24 when i was 16. I like older guys but I also would like to have someone my age but for some reason it feels so hard to find someone in my age. But my question is to you guys what do you think about me topping guys who older them 25 at the age of 15

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

I sort of disagree. She's prepared for the role. She'd just be an evil piece of shit who left the country worse off than when she walked in, which is to say she's a Republican. She would very competently remove all abortion rights across the country and women would die. She would very competently implement the removal of marriage rights at the federal level for anything besides a relationship approved by Christian moralists. She would very competently end federal welfare programs and people would freeze to death and starve and die of treatable diseases. All while competently implementing the evil that Republicans desperately want. But they don't want her because woman and brown. They want the tall white slovenly obese guy who reminds them of themselves, or who they wish they could be.

We're either complete sluts living double lives, or we just like to treat ourselves sometimes!

Lol I think there is a Reddit page for this called "theyknewwhattheyweredoing"

This is sort of a joint resolution between me and Drew. At the moment I’m Drew’s number 1 breeder followed by our circle of fuck buddies - about 15 of us in total. We want to get more fresh meat on our cocks and in our asses. This all stems from an amazing fuck we had with a Scottish lad over New Year. We’re hoping to start with a real cute boy who lives in our street. He’s always flirting with Drew - and me sometimes. I want to mount this boy’s ass and breed him deep. I’m gunna make it happen in 2024.

Thank you for your dedicated service of loading up those bottoms 😍💦 Ive never kept track of loads really, just estimated. But now I’ve installed a tracker and I’m keeping tabs on all the loads since it was my chance this year while everything is still fresh in memory. Totals so far in 2024: In ass: 30 In mouth: 2 with about 40 fucks behind these. obviously all but 3 of the loads are from my sexcation in Gran Canaria, but I’m usually getting 1-5 loads per week when not traveling. Next cumdump event is Darklands in Belgium then Snow pride in France shortly thereafter. 🐽💦

The better suits I used to use had 'guard' pieces inside the zips round front and back to protect cock and balls. Things like front opening tops didn't need them. I learnt to always open the zips slowly myself as pig playmates were always too keen to get access to cock and ass with big risk of damage to me or the suit 😎

Reservations were basically Concentration Camps She's also trying to save her own ass in the face of a possible heavy defeat in her own state. After hearing the usual demented ranting about the Civil War by that pustulant load of burnt doghair turd (Congealed Fat Mountain) the other day, it's strikingly disgracefully obvious that none of that rabble have the slightest clue about a tragedy that killed 600,000 Americans.

I’ve given 11 loads as of today the 13th. I have a regular couple of twinks that I load up, so my bench is 6 bottoms for the moment: 2 jocks 3 twinks 1 muscle daddy

Well I’m certainly not going to stop you!! That goes on the itinerary ✅

Hey guys. This is a thread after my own heart. The one difference between me and @ErosWired is that I also like last-second pullouts. Even when it's clear that they don't care, watching guys use the rhythm method brings back memories for me of the late 90s when I was coming to grips with the fact that I couldn't deal with condoms but I wanted to stay neg, and so I started negotiating with tops to pull out. I knew that I was taking precum and even partial loads, and that seemed like an acceptable tradeoff for being able to fuck raw and get fucked raw without the constant fear. The only thing I can't stand in porn is watching the top pull out and then have to jack off. Anyway, I thought this might interest the readers of this thread. I took the time to document as completely as possible the scenes of the Sean Cody glory days, starting with when they went bb around 2012. Once the quality began to erode in 2015 when it was clear that the original Sean Cody was preparing to hand off the reins to Mindgeek, my documentation focused only on the scenes I considered worth the time. I'm not sure how easy it would be to copy and paste the spreadsheet into this message board interface, so for the moment, I'm only mentioning it and will post a follow-up by request with the actual scene list and descriptions. LMK if this interests any of you.

I have a friend who's been a fuckbud for 18 years - since we lived across the street from each other in the theatre district in Manhattan. My own partner was always thrilled that Sal was so close by as he knew my buddy Sal would get into all the kinker scene-stuff that I liked and my partner didn't. Now, years later I still play with this guy even though my partner and I live in the northern burbs of NYC and he and his partner live in Jersey City. I'm in my 40s (though still play the roles of 30-somethings) in good athletic trim, just barely six foot, caucasian guy with blue eyes, silver/blond hair, average size but very hard dick - think Anderson Cooper worked out and into leather. I've been poz for 27 years. So the evening in question happened during the holidays 2009/2010. My bud Sal and his partner Dan called me for a nice long session with some new friends of theirs and I headed down to Jersey to play. Got to their place and they'd all been at it for a few hours - they were all pretty tweaked already and offered me the glass cock to get me to try and catch up some. They'd been getting to the point and asked if I wanted, but I was going to have to drive back home sometime around 4 AM and declined, saying I'd stick to the pipe and maybe a booty bump. I started pulling a long hit from the glass cock and my buddy's partner Dan says for me to shotgun a new friend of theirs, Jim - I did so and the guy's eyes widened as I blew a huge amount of smoke into his lungs and our tongues danced. I kept shotgunning him as I drew hits from the glass cock and tried to get close to the level these guys were already at. Finally, Jim lay back on the bed for a moment, and I got a good look at him - nice well-sculpted body, good pecs, nice long semi-hard cock, looked to be Italian or Hispanic and a nice face... seemed to be late thirties, early forties. Perfect. Dan whispers in my ear "Eat his ass, I've been telling him all about you". I push Jim's legs back, kneel on a pillow and dive in - he's moaning and clutching at my head with a lot of "yes, yes, yes" going on. Sal and Dan hold the pipe down near me and I take another long hit and blow the smoke slowly up the guys' hole. He seems to really dig that. Sal gives him a hit from the glass cock and then Dan says "Jim, do you want him to fuck that hole of yours" and Jim starts begging, "yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my hole". Wasting no time, with his hole all wet from my rim job (and my cock all wet from a bit of sucking from Sal) I slowly work my cock into his hole. He's tight, but not at all resistant and soon I'm in all the way to the hilt. Jim moans and mutters, "so good, so good.." as I begin a slow twisting fuck in his beautiful hairy hole. The boys spray some Maximum Impact into a cloth and stuff it into Jim's mouth. He goes wild, screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, harder! Harder!" and I start to really pound - he pulls my face down and we start kissing and tongue wrestling. When I pull back I notice Sal and Dan and the other three guys are just watching the action, jerking dicks here and there, but totally concentrated on us. Being an exhibitionist, I don't mind and we continue a really hot fuck. Dan says to Jim - "do you want him to breed that hairy hole, man, do you want his load up there?" and Jim is saying "yes, yes, breed me man, breed me" - I build up steam and then blow in his hole, howling a bit as I do and the other guys are cheering me on, while Jim starts bucking like he's having an anal orgasm - his beautiful long cock is rock-hard and dripping, but he's not able to shoot. After pulling out, Jim thanks me and I tell everyone I'll be back in a moment, I want a quick rinse in the shower. Dan joins me and says - "Tonight was his first time partying - his first point - and that was the first time he was ever fucked". I said "excuse me?" Dan replied "yeah, remember how you were the first guy who ever fucked me, back when Sal had you come down to play the first time I met you? Remember how I was still married to my wife? Well I thought you'd be perfect to break this guy in". I looked at him with suspicion and he continued "yep, he's married, kids, the whole deal. The wife and kids are away visiting relatives in Italy for Christmas". NOW they tell me! But then again, Sal didn't tell me that DAN was married the first time Sal got me to fuck Dan (who you may have guessed is now divorced and living with Sal). We went back out to the bedroom and Jim was happily getting plowed by another one of the guys while rimming a second one. Dan said, "yeah, he came over for a blow job that we advertised on Craig's List for straight guys looking for a quick blow, and we offered him some party favors and he seemed to like everything else that was going on, so we just progressed him along..." I shook my head in disbelief as I jumped into the pile and continued with our scene...

After the guy fucking me had finished unloading his cum inside me, he let his cock go soft inside me. I lifted my head off of S's stomach and looked over at M. The boyfriend of the guy fucking me was still behind him, but standing up. I couldn't quite tell what he was doing, but im pretty sure he had some fingers in M's hole. The look on M's face was a mix of pleasure, pain, and confusion. He looked like he liked it, but he wasnt sure if he should. I stood up and walked over to M. I ran my hand on his back and inspected what was happening. He was getting fingers exploring inside his hole. Just a couple. I asked M if he was ok with this and he looked at me and nodded. I asked him if he wanted more, he just continued to look at me, not saying anything. Again, i think he didn't know if he was supposed to like it, but he did. I looked over at S and the guy who finished fucking me was now standing next to him and causally jerking his cock. He smiled at me, giving me the go ahead to continue with M. I lightly massaged M's back with one hand and put the other on his face to turn his head toward mine. I leaned in and kissed him. We were tonguing eachother, while the guy continued to slowly finger fuck his ass. He would let out soft moans periodically. I think when the guy would insert more fingers. We were making out passionately. M even held my while we were tonguing eachother. I gently removed the guy's hand from M's ass and moved behind M. I wanted to eat his pussy. I bent over behind him and pushed my face into his crack and licked my tongue into his wet hole. I place the guys hand on my hole, inviting him to finger me. I was licking and sucking M and felt the guy's fingers inserting in my hole. He was easily able to get 4 fingers inside me. My hole was open and relaxed after the booty bump and the fucking his boyfriend gave me. I turned to him and asked him to fuck me, then i buried my face back into M's ass. M reached back and pulled my face in deeper to his hole. I felt the guys cock pushing inside me. I found the poppers sotting on the counter in front of M and had him pass them to me. I took a long deep hit again and let the wave of poppers take over my body. I melted into M's ass. I felt at one with the guy fucking me and the ass on my mouth. I was in complete unison with both of them. We were one being. Being fucked in that state is incomparable. There is no better feeling than being so high on M and using poppers. I left my body. I was completely giving myself over to the sexual pleasure of M and this stranger. I only wanted their pleasure. I would squeeze my pussy tight around his cock everytime he would bottom out inside my hole. Synching up to his thrusts. I moaned loud directly into M's ass on my face. Thr vibrations were driving him wild. I took the opportunity to reach between his thick legs and found his cock. I was pulling it down and jerking him im sync with the fuck i was receiving. Using my free hand to pull his ass cheeks apart. I wanted in deeper insidd him as the cock was thrusting deeper and deeper inside of me. I wanted M to imagine what I was experiencing. The pure ecstasy i was having while getting fucked. I felt like M was really loving the experience. He was moaning and cursing. His body was completely limp on the counter, he was arching his back and moaning. The fuck i was getting started to speed up. I felt the cock get more and more rigid inside my ass. He wasnt making much noise, so i know he was focused on cumming. And i wanted his load. I wanted more cum inside me. I pushed my asshole out and let him as deep inside me as he could go. I was moaning wildly. I was telling hiw badly i wanted his cum. Fuck me i was so fucking ready to be loaded again. He had a firm grip on my hips and was pounding me hard. Ruthlessly fucking my pussy. We were in that state of absolute abandon. Nothing else mattered in that moment than me making him cum. I still had M's ass on my face, but all I wanted was for this man to cum in my pussy. I was yelling into M's hole for this man to fill my ass with cum. I was such a slut for cum. He yelled out that he was cumming. He stopped thrusting and left his cock in my used hole. Pulsing his cock inside me. We all knew he was unloading. Fuck. It was all I wanted in that moment. M stood up straight and said, "well damn. Ive never done that before." And we all just chuckled. I was so spent. I was sweating like crazy. I had two strangers loads inside me and the brothers had both filled my mouth with their asses. But i still wanted more. The guys started to collect their stuff. We hung around for a little while longer and talked a bit more, but it was around 4am now and they were going to head home. But I wasnt through, and neither were the brothers, I dont think. I sat on the couch next to S, i was still naked from the waste down, he was still fully naked. I was running my hands along his muscular thigh and stomach, feeling his sexy body, while M said goodbye to the guys at the door. When M came back to the living room and join S and I, he said, "who wants another line?" Showing us the baggy with the last of the MDMA.

I really get off on fucking my boy, Drew’s pre-seeded hole. We regularly group fuck with our mates and I always go up him last. There’s something primal, animal about fucking his loaded arse. The fuck I enjoy the most is when I get my buddy, Steve over to fuck him. He puts Drew on his belly, mounts him and fucks him. He makes direct eye contact with me as he’s fucking and says something like “mate, I’m pumping a fucking massive load up your boy's arse” He pulls out and tells me “go on mate, shove your cock up your lad’s arse, enjoy my sperm lubing his hole” I then mount Drew and fuck my load up his hole while Steve watches. Man it feels so horny - I gotta get Steve over tonight - I need Drew’s seeded hole on my cock.

OK, so everything that follows are estimates because when I was young I was reckless. I'm not looking for affirmation and I don't care about condemnation; but facts are facts and I was dumb in the way I behaved. More on that later. I was dignosed in 2018. I went in with pneumonia, stayed for a month in isolation while they got that under control before they could start my HIV regimen of meds. The consultant who came to see me was, and I cannot stress this enough, fantastic. They laid everything out straight for me because unlike me they were definitely the expert. Almost ironically the thing that stopped me dying was the fact that I have always been fit and healthy. I am active always enjoyed the outdoors and sports. This meant I responded well to treatment, and I was lucky. I almost never get colds, rarely feel off for more than a day or two if I do. Because of this its next to impossible to guess accurately when I seroconverted but the consultant gave a broad estimate of between 5 and 10 years. This is because my CD4 was below 20 when I ended up being carried in. In modern terms, I fucked around and found out. The thing is when I was fucking around I was untested which is why things ran the course they did and that put others at risk that I was oblivious to. TBH whoever infected me was probably unaware too. That's a guess of course because I'll never know. But what is true is that I was clearly active and positive for several years before things came to light. Like I said, I don't care about judgement or reassurrance. I did what I did and there's no going back. After 5 years and not a single missed dose I am in a good place. I'm back to as normal as I can be. I enjoy myself and live my life my way. Now, however, I am much more aware of how everyone is responsible for their actions and how those will effect those around us. Fantasy is great. Fetishisation can be fun. Reality hits hard.

Part 3: She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. As soon as the door closed, she kissed me aggressively. After a while she broke the kiss and led me straight to her bedroom. „This time I won’t be so gentle. I am going to finish this job tonight.“ Her words sent shivers through my body and I followed her like her puppy. In her bedroom she pushed me backwards onto her bed and shoved her cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck her with full passion. But she has had other plans as she forcefully pushed her dick into my throat. She fucked my face for 10-15 mins in different positions and angles. My face was covered in spit. My throat was sore. My jaw hurts. But I loved every second of her rough treatment. My dick was rock hard. „Take off clothes and lay down on your back. I will be right back.“ In seconds I stripped of my clothes and laid down in her bed. Nervous, but excited I waited for her return. Minutes later she came back a toothbrush in her hand, devilishly smiling at me as I realized what she had in mind. She climbed on the bed and spread my knees. I hesitated at first, but I gave in after a firm push. She lost no time. She caressed and stroked my cock with her left hand while she pushed the toothbrush into my hole with here right hand. It felt weird as she twisted and moved the toothbrush in my ass. She pulled the toothbrush out of my ass and showed me how reddened it was. „Time to give you what you are craving.“ She spit on her hard cock and onto my ass and in one move she pushed my knees to my chest and her cock into my hole. It hurts a lot and I moaned loudly. „Yes Bitch. Take my poz cock.“ I concentrated on the pain as Nina started to fuck me hard and rough. The pain was intense, but my cock was hard as fuck. „Yes, please fuck me. Give it to me.“ She switched me on my stomach and started to fuck me really intense. She grabbed my hair and moaned into my ear. „I am going to cum soon. You want my poz load, bitch?“ I moaned. „Answer me, bitch.“ „Yes, I want your load.“ „Louder.“ „Give me your load. Please cum in me.“ “Louder Bitch, so that my neighbors can hear you.” „Poz me, please. Poz me, poz me, poz me.“ With a load roar she pumped her poz load into me and collapsed on me. Sweating and breathing hard.

This is my Slut face.... I am Slutpig

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 4 - Eric's Progress It's now 6 weeks since Eric's Thursday club meeting. For the first couple of days, Eric was a bit shocked by what had happened. Eight poz men had injected 17 hot loads deep into Eric's hole. After a couple of days, the strong desire had won and Eric had headed to the famous gay cruise park in the evening. Behind the park toilet, Eric had lowered his gray joggers to his ankles and offered his hole to the first person willing. The dirty old man had gladly fucked the 25-year-old young hole raw and seeded the bottom deep. After that, Eric started going around places every day, where it was possible to meet unknown, lustful seeders. Eric didn't ask about status or condoms. Eric had become an uninhibited cumdump. Once, he also met William from the Thursday club in the park. Three weeks after the gangbang at the Thursday club, Eric went to the clinic to get tested for STDs. Eric had Chlamydia in his anus. The doctor at the clinic gave Eric antibiotics to treat the disease. The disease did not show any symptoms, so Eric thought that there was no rush to take the medicine. Eric has also met John and Michael from the neighboring house a couple of times a week. Normal procedure was for Eric to go to John and Michael for insemination. One night, John and Michael took Eric to a sleaze bathhouse. Eric had never been in anything like this before. The bathhouse was a dark, dirty basement where naked and half-clothed men roamed the corners. John and Michael took Eric to a room with a leather sling hanging from the ceiling. John motioned for Eric to get on his back in the sling. Eric's hands and feet were tied to the stirrups of the sling. Michael blindfolded Eric and John applied lube with strong movements to Eric's hole. Soon Eric felt the first cock in his hole, which immediately went balls deep. Eric realized from the man's voice that the fucker wasn't John or Michael, but some random guy from the bathhouse. For the second time in his life, Eric got enough cock. As one man injected Eric and pulled out of Eric's hole, the next man replaced him, and the next, and the next. Now, six weeks after the Tortais club, Eric was sitting at the doctor's office. Eric had undergone STD tests a couple of days ago and had been invited to the doctor's office to hear the test results. The 45-year-old male doctor said that Eric now has not only chlamydia but also HIV. He is now HIV positive. The doctor wanted Eric to tell him how Eric now also has HIV and how he also has chlamydia again. Eric told the Doctor that he had not taken the antibiotics that the doctor had prescribed him the previous time. The doctor said that he had guessed from the first time that Eric must be a horny chaser. He was sure of it when he recognized Eric from the video. Eric had no idea what video the doctor was talking about. The doctor showed a video shared on a sex video service from his computer, where Eric was lying in a sling, blindfolded. The video clearly showed how Eric begged the men in the bathhouse to inject sperm deep into Eric's hole. Now Eric saw for the first time that among the men who were screwing him were old men whose muscles had sagged. Men with biohazard tattoos and scorpions. For everyone, Eric just hokey Breed me, breed me. John and Michael had secretly videoed Eric's visit to the bathhouse and uploaded the video to a sex video server. The title and description of the video stated that "Eric on no loads refuse bug Chaser bottom". The doctor stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Eric stared at the doctor's rock hard cock and the biohazard tattoo next to it. Come on bitch, make it slippery, because it's about to slide into your greedy bug hole.

I love wide, hairy feet, but as long as they stink, I will lick them. The more a guy’s feet, socks and sneakers stink, the more obedient I will be, I’m obsessed with foot sweat.

Men of a certain age were taught rubbers were to prevent pregnancy, period. My experience is that they hate them as much as we do. Many of my married pals are now secretly on PrEP or go for men who say "safe only and negative" in their profiles. Either way they bareback and breed when the lights go out. A couple have told me that if the "gay guy" they are hooking up with is willing to wear or receive a covered dick and has them available/nearby that makes them feel more comfortable going raw. As gay men, we wear our sluttiness as a badge of honor, but I think that sometimes scares married men (at least in the beginning) ergo more sex equals more risk of STDs, etc. One example is a super hot, younger (mid 30's) black fuck buddy... he has kids and a wife at home, but really prefers fucking male ass. He secretly went on PrEP to protect himself and his wife. Then took a traveling job which now affords him the opportunity to fuck pretty much whoever he wants, whenever he wants. He is always surprised at how many men are willing to bend over for a handsome face, great smile and 9 thick bare inches, of course I'm not. I think he finds "dominating" and breeding a "submissive man" and over all sport sex much hotter than his wife honestly. The other day he invited me to DC for an upcoming "boys weekend" -- his wife has long done a semi annual girls weekend of shopping and pampering in NYC and such, so he's decided to follow suit -- only his will be 2 nights and 3 days of hot, raw sexcapades and breeding with 5 of his favorite fuck buddies (with the sports channel blaring in the background rather than gay porn)....this man says he has never had a condom on his dick and never will, which I think is a grand gift for all of us lucky enough to have tasted his nut directly from our own assholes!!

Back in my late 20s, I’d been barebacking for over a decade, started young like many Including with my now ex through most of my 20s. We’d go clubbing, I’d split my time between the dance floor and the darkroom, giving n taking loads. Working night shift as security was great, no-one wonders why you are bleary eyes or even groggy at 9pm Monday evening. Around when I was 24 we moved and ended up living near a hot Spanish guy I worked with. We worked for different companies but in the same building and sometimes had to work on stuff together. Then I spotted him online. Hot and gay! He was around 6ft2, hairy as hell, Spanish lisp, great beard and salt and pepper hair despite barely pushing 30. He always wore baggy clothes which was a shame as he had an amazing ass, tiny love handles. Just my type. One day he came over for a threesome, after my bf wore him down and enticed him with my dick pics. We soon relaxed and got into it and after eating his hairy ass I rode his fat dick like my life depended on it as my ex licked and teased his nipples. Though eventually he said he wouldn’t cum in me... back then I was neg and much shier about being a bug chasing cum slut. He was neg though we somehow managed to ‘forget’ the condoms. My bf paid lip service to safe sex but he loved breeding almost as much as me, just wasn’t open with others or himself. A thoroughly unsatisfying fuck. Though with 4/5 fucks a weekend, and eventually getting some hot poz fisting buddies that would soon be fixed for me. It started out as “I’ll be poz probably?” To “I should get it over with” to the complete adoration, fetishisation of the virus, poz cum and poz men, nothing got me hotter than a biohazard tatt. I was on a mission About 9-10 months later, after my diagnosis as a proudly poz pig, we were both on a night shift and bumped into each other in the basement where his offices were. We moaned about how dead night shifts were, nothing to do. When he started getting flirty. Maybe it was my snug security guard uniform that really cupped my balls, maybe the big black boots. Maybe the fact he had not long broken up with his boyfriend who had put a stop to us playing apart from that one annoyingly load free time. We went into his office, a small dark windowless room. We started to kiss, I could smell his aftershave mixed with the funk you get after being at work from 9pm to 6am. He locked the door, then dropped to his knees. Rubbing his face in my crotch. I sat back on an office chair and let him unbuckle my belt, before he breathed in deep the smell from my underwear, rubbing my ever harder dick with his nose. I grabbed his thick hair and pulled back his head till his big brown eyes locked with mine. Now I don’t wanna brag (lie) but my dick is nice n thick, even longer then when I was clubbing every weekend and was skinnier than my beefy dad bod I now have. I hooked down the waistband of my Aussibum underwear till my cock sprang out. I slapped it over his face, I noticed it made him arch his back. He was clearly in greedy sub mode. I let him worship my dick for a bit, occasionally forcing him down, my hands on the back of his head. I love feeling that extra thick throat juice you get when a man chokes on your dick. Love to feel it flow down the shaft of my dick onto my balls. Eventually I push him back, stand up and get him in front on me, kissing him deeply, my hands massaging his ass through his tight suit trousers, relationship fat, I like ‘em chunky and love a snog suit on a big ass. He moans n asks if I have condoms / lube. I lie, I have lube in my wallet, as I have other plans. “No” I say “but I need to fuck you baby”. This makes him moan as I kiss his neck, and drop his trousers. I yank back his hair and flick my tongue over his nipples, His weak spot I remember, and begin to gently rub my finger around his hole, nestled among his super round pert hairy ass. I flip him round, use my work boots to spread his legs and bend him over his desk. I move my hands down his back before dropping to my knees and burying my tongue in his warm tight ass. He is moaning so loud I think someone may hear even though there are only a handful of people in the place. Eventually I stand up and tap my dick against his hole, my thumbs keeping his dark hairy cheeks out of my way. I ask him if he wants it. Now he may think I just mean my dick, but I’m thinking about the thick poz unmedicated load brewing in my balls. “Yes” he gasps... “but don’t cum in me”... “Sure” I say, though it’s totally unconvincing, he is too horny to notice the smirk on my face. I tell him to choke on my dick to lube me up as I slip a finger in to his ass. He’s a pro and his hole relaxes till I’m knuckle deep. “Slut” I say and his knees almost buckle. Though the spit soon dries. All I have to do is keep pounding and it’ll dry up nicely, just what I want. I grab his kneck, hold his head down on my dick, his chin against my balls till I feel his stomach heave. Then I spin him round ready to plow him. I place my hands on his shoulders as I line my dick up with that hot hairy hole. I tell him to spread his cheeks. I slip my head in. He moans and it vibrates through his body. I start slow but soon end up halfway and he’s moaning up a storm. I then thrust balls deep to his surprise. I have to hold those shoulders tight to stop him moving off. “Shhh” I say “take it all like a good boy”. I get a rhythm going, he starts jerking off. I feel his hole relax but as I get deeper I feel the resistance as my dick forces it’s way along his guts, the friction making his insides hot as the spit dries. I work the angles till I start hitting that spot. He actually screams out. “FUUUUCK” I don’t let up.. “You want it” I pant “Fuck yes” “Want me deep inside you” I grin “Mmmmhhhhmmm” “Gonna take it” I can almost see biohazard signs in front of my eyes “Yessssssuuhhhhhh” He starts to twitch, I hear his load splattering over the paperwork on his desk, his ass tightens and my balls rise up and empty out. I make sure my knees are behind his, his hips against the desk my hands on his shoulders. He has nowhere to go. I grunt n growl and I feel my dick twitch. He says “oh fuck I feel it”. I hold us both still till my knees give out. My face falls to the back of his neck. I slowly move back n forward. Never pulling out. I give a deep thrust pounding past his second spinchter. “Bad boy” he says clearly blissed out but not wriggling off my toxic dick. “I had to! You begged for it” He then realised his shirt is between the cum soaking into the paperwork on his desk. His hole cinches shut in panic, keeping my toxic cum inside him as my cock slips out. “Fuuuuck” he says realising the state of himself. Sadly I doubt he would want to clean my dick in his panic. As he realises his shirt is soaked through with cum and the paperwork ruined. I tell him to blame it on spilt coffee and get dressed. “We should do this again” he looks sheepish. As I unlock the door. I feel electric, is this my first neg hole I have bred? So reader, you wanna know if it took? Well we fucked on and off for a few months. We did the charade of, “condom” - oh no I forgot! A few times, and the odd don’t cum in me. Then he got some clean cut, and certainly neg bf - online he was a safe sex crusader. They split up after a few months, and I move jobs. A few weeks later I bump into him at the sexual health clinic. Not the floor for general check ups, the one where the poz pigs go to get their bloods and meds. He blames his dull boyfriend, I say “He didn’t seem the type, I guess you never know”. I knew it had to be me. Then I just smiled, and say, “We should fuck some more” and left.... he obviously didn’t click I was on the same floor as him. He must have at some point as he then blocked me everywhere. How rude after giving him that gift! Nowadays he is being a cumdump on BBRTS and says hi to me! Hopefully I can recharge him sometime. this is my first proper story, would love your feedback, as well as your holes on my dick.

Before I begin, I'd like to tell you that if you like my story, leave a comment so I have some suggestions for the next posting. Daniel was 18 years-old, with a smooth, nice body, brown hair and green eyes. He had just graduated from school, and as his parents were impossible, he wanted to get out of their house, and go live with his brothers, Jack and Anthony, with whom Daniel got along quite well. They had always been good to him, and seemed to genuinely love him, even deeply love him, so Daniel was sure living with them would be the ideal arrangement. At 30, Jack was the older of the two brothers; he had a deep, manly voice, lots of body hair, and was heavily muscled. In contrast, Anthony, who was 26 years old, was more gentle, 26 years old, tall like his brother, smoothly muscled, and had a sweet, sexy face. Even having no job, Daniel asked his brothers whether he could live with them, and they readily agreed, making it clear, however, that in exchange for their hospitality he would be expected to do 'things' for them in exchange. Without exploring their vague condition, Daniel accepted the arrangement and a week or so later moved in with them. One of the conditions turned-out that Daniel was expected to take care of the house: cleaning, cooking and doing all the laundry. Daniel had no problem with these responsibilities, and, in the passing days, realized he was, in a somewhat unexpected, but totally nasty way, was getting horny in the thought of serving two men who he liked, and when he considered the two men for whom he was working were his brothers, he found himself even hornier. Eventually he got to the point where he would greet them when they arrived home, and he would assist them in taking off their business clothing, helping them into casual wear, and serving them dinner. In short, Daniel found himself happy to do anything and everything to please his masculine, manly-smelling brothers. And he knew they were also enjoying the attention. A Sunday evening, while watching TV, Daniel found himself staring at Jack's bulge, not realizing, however, that Jack had noticed his attention. But he had. After a minute or so of silent admiration, Daniel broke the spell, stood, and announced he was going to get a glass of milk. Jack, however, had a different interpretation of 'milk' and pushed Daniel back down to a seated position and announced: "Don't be afraid, I'm your brother. I have all the 'milk' you need, and you and I both will feel better after you've taken care of me." With that Jack framed his crotch, making his intent clear. Almost involuntarily Daniel found himself taking a close look at his brother's crotch. It appeared that Jack's package was not only big, but that it was anxious to receive some attention. Hypnotized by his brother's words, Daniel unbuttoned his brother's trousers, and took in the sight of Jack's cock. It was indeed a big cock, a cock that demanded worship, and, without any hesitation or qualms, for the first time in his life Daniel sucked cock, not just any cock, but his brother's cock. Jack's salty precum immediately began squirting in Daniel's mouth, all the while Jack continued his monologue, in a deep, calming voice, encouraging the impression that he, Jack, was ultimately in control. "If you are a good brother there will always be milk for you to drink. You may have to beg a little at times but you will be fed in the end - if you follow our rules. And in order for you to stay here some changes are called for. We will convert you, so as for you to become one of us. We will change your body. Your blood. Even your cum will change. We will give you power to control other sluts when you cum in them." Daniel was sucking for half an hour and his mouth was tired but his brother didn't care, but instead Jack began pounding Daniel's mouth, causing him to gag. Tears ran from Daniel's eyes, but neither brother relented. "Now, that's a blowjob," Jack said, adding "You have to take it all. Don't be afraid. We will teach you how to serve a man. Now get ready to drink your milk." After a few seconds Jack came in Daniel's mouth, causing the younger brother to choke violently. "That was a good first time," his brother said, "but it's not good enough for you to be one of us. We have to enter deep in your gut to change you. As deep as it goes. And you will change. Forever. We won't be hasty though. We must prepare for your conversion party."