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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.

Happy new year all! So the only resolution I made this year is to commit to finishing the stories I have started. Most of them anyway. I never intended to leave Colt and Austin for so long, after all, I dearly love these two characters. So I will do my best to post a new chapter at least once a week, hopefully sooner. Their journey together is far from over! Part 19 We had been cruising down the highway on our way to Ft. Lauderdale for a couple hours when Colt pulled over to the side of the road. I assumed it was just to piss, which of course we both had to do. Colt surprised me by grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He used his other hand to grab the back of my neck and slammed me forcefully against my truck. "Now listen closely, faggot." He growled in my ear. His voice was cold and I knew he was in total top mode, and not to be fucked with. I shivered a bit knowing Colt had something planned. "It's payback time, you little bitch. You thought this was going to be a nice little vacation for us. Well, it will be for one of us at least." My dick grew hard in my pants at the mere idea of what Colt had possibly planned. I knew to never underestimate the depravity of his brain. "You see, faggot," he continued, "I still owe you for that little weekend you made me your bitch. And this trip is going to be my retribution." My heart pounded as I remembered everything I had done to Colt, and knew he would give it back to me 10 fold. "From this moment on, I control your existence completely. You will not piss, you will not shit, you will not do anything unless I allow it. You'll be lucky if I let you breathe, understand cunt?" He used his large body to push mine harder into my truck, forcing air out of my lungs to prove his point. "Yes Sir." I managed to gasp out. "That's right cunt, I'm your Sir, your Master. And from here on out, those are the only two ways you will address me. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly clear, Sir!" Colt reached around to my cock and felt it's rock hardness. He laughed a sinister laugh. "You already love it, you sick little fag. We'll see how much you love it by the end of the week." He pulled me off the truck and onto the ground. "Now get your fucking clothes off!" I was oblivious to the passing traffic as I stripped off what little I was wearing. "On your knees bitch!" He shouted. I scrambled to comply and he said, "Open your mouth!" I did and he let loose with a torrent of piss. He sprayed me from head to toe, making sure I swallowed plenty of it. Then he grabbed a large empty Gatorade bottle from inside. "If you gotta piss, do it now, you dumb cunt!" As hard as I was at the moment, I knew better than to disobey. I pointed my dick down, and after a few moments I started to dribble a stream. My dick softened slightly, and I filled the bottle up. Colt then grabbed it from me. "Piss is all you'll be drinking till we get there." He declared. "Now get in the truck!" He ordered me. I scrambled into the passenger side as he climbed back in the driver's seat. Then he peeled out and got back on the highway. He gave me the bottle of piss and I chugged it down as he smiled approvingly. "Now, first things first." He started. "Grab our treat bag and the black leather bag from the back seat." As I followed his instructions he reached out and gave my still hard cock a good slap, laughing while he did it. I placed the bags between us. "Sarge kinda messed up my plans a little bit." He continued. "Now instead of the leisurely two day trip I had planned, we need to drive the entire 18 hours in one go. After all, we don't want to miss out on those horny college boys, now do we?" I just shook my head in agreement. This wasn't good enough as Colt reached over and backhanded me. "I asked you a question!" He yelled. "No Sir." I complied as my cock throbbed. "We don't want to miss out on those horny college boys." Colt just grinned at me. "Oh this is gonna be fun. Now, reach in the leather bag and find the new cock cage I purchased." Doing as I was told, I quickly found the new cage. It was a metal one that opened down the middle to reveal little studs that lined the entire thing. It also had a tube down the middle to put in your piss hole. It looked diabolical and I shuddered a bit. Colt continued to grin as he saw the apprehension in my face. "Scary lookin, huh? Now grab some ice out of the cooler bitch. Get your faggot cock soft!" He ordered me as he handed me a ziplock baggy. I grabbed a handful and put it in the bag before placing the freezing pack on my genitals. I gasped at the sudden shock, and in just a couple minutes, my dick had gone soft and shriveled up a bit. "Now, put it on." He said in his cold, masterly tone. It took a moment to find the right ring size, and when I thought I had, Colt just calmly said, "Now get the size smaller." I did and quickly had it around my base, ready to attach the cage. Colt grabbed my hand and spit into my palm a couple times. "That will lube up the tube." He explained. I lubed it up and inserted it into my piss hole. I had never done this before and groaned as it slid into me. It was only slightly painful as it stretched my urethra open. "I like knowing my spit is inside your dick." He said. "Just another example of me owning you." My cock had started to harden again, so I quickly closed the cage, only wincing slightly as the studs dug into my cock flesh. I locked it, and the deed was done. My cock was now Colts prisoner. He reached over and gave it a hard slap which elicited a small cry from me. "Oh, daddy likes this. Daddy likes this a lot!" He laughed. "This is going to make my little bitch miserable very soon. Now load up a fat pipe faggot." He instructed me. "I hadn't planned on smoking yet, but we're behind schedule and will need to stay alert." I loaded one up as he took off his shirt and we passed it back and forth till it was gone. He pulled out a little envelope that had a sheet of paper in it. I had no idea what acid was as he tore off two little squares and placed them on my tongue. "Now, put the blindfold on." I did and he pulled me into him, his arm around me as my back rested against his strong, bare chest. We traveled down the road like this for a while as I enjoyed the feeling of my big strong Master's arm holding me, lightly stroking my chest and nipples as the truck gently swayed on the highway. After a while, I started feeling strange. Like I was floating out of my body. I realized the acid was starting to kick in, but didn't freak out. I trusted Colt, my best friend, my lover, my Master, implicitly. If anything, the acid was taking my love and devotion to Colt even deeper and I felt it way down in my soul, filling me with peace and warmth. Colt could tell this new drug was taking effect on me. I didn't even notice he had pulled the truck over until he was removing his arm from around me. I whimpered at this loss of connection. I could hear him rummage around in the bag, then felt something pressing against my lips. I parted them and a penis shaped gag entered my mouth and was quickly buckled tight. I moaned onto the gag as he spread my legs apart and fingered my hole. My nostrils were assaulted with the unmistakable odor of Icy Hot as a plug was pushed into my pussy. The burning started immediately as I moaned louder. The quick sudden pain on my nipples told me Colt had attached clamps to them. Finally, he placed noise canceling headphones on me. Pulling me back against his body, he pulled back onto the road. I started hearing stuff through the headphones. At first it was just sex noises. The sounds of men moaning and groaning as flesh pounded against flesh. The sounds of whips being used as men cried out in pain and pleasure. A rag reeking of poppers was placed over my nose. I breathed deeply, further melting my mind. Then his voice started. "You are my slave. You live to serve me. You are a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy your Master. You live for my cock. You live to worship my cock, my body, my feet, my musky asshole. You are just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve your Master. You want my cock inside you. Deep inside you. You want my cum and piss filling your faggot slave holes. You would do anything for my cock. Anything I say. You want other men's cock deep inside you. You want their cum filling you up. You are a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. You are a toilet. A urinal. You are a whore. A slut. A pig. You want to degrade yourself for my pleasure, my entertainment. You want nothing more than to please me. You will do anything I tell you to do. You will never question me. You will only obey." I was lost in a trance, falling deeper and deeper into Colt's dark, demented world, and I let out a surprised yelp as the plug in my ass came to life. It started vibrating and thrusting into me, hitting my prostate over and over as Colt's hypnotic voice continued on a loop. My hips started gyrating and my moans increased as reality slipped away and I entered a new plane of existence. I could feel the pain in my cock as it strained to get hard in its confines, pushing the studs deeper into my tender flesh. Colt would randomly reach down and smack my cage hard, causing me to yell while sending fireworks throughout my entire body. He would yank on my tit clamps which would only make my cock strain harder. After God only knows how long, many hours no doubt, (time was meaningless to me) we pulled into a gas station to fuel up. Colt removed my gear, except for the cage, and gave me a pair of tiny, nylon running shorts and the flip-flops. "Go in the store and buy a pack of Marlboro lights." He ordered me, handing me cash and my i.d. This was odd because Colt didn't smoke, but that honestly didn't even register in my brain at the time. Nor did it register that I was practically naked and high as a kite. Colt ordered. I obeyed. Even in my fucked up state I could feel all the eyes on me as I walked in. I didn't pay attention to them as I glided up to the counter. Maybe I should have, but I was too high. If I was paying attention, I would have noticed all the eyes on my ass and the giggles and pointing. What I had no idea of, is that the tiny black shorts I was wearing had white letters on the back that said 'cumdump'. If I had known that, I probably would have feared for my life as we were deep in southern hillbilly country. But I was totally oblivious. But Colt was looking out for me. He watched the whole time as he filled up the truck. I returned with the cigs, still oblivious to the strangers watching me walk away. But Colt wasn't. He keenly observed the reactions. "Go to the pisser." He told me. "Stand at the urinal. Wait for me. Don't turn around no matter what." I was too high to even care and simply followed instructions. I didn't know that Colt was following one guy in particular. And that this guy followed me into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom, just a stall, urinal and sink. And it wasn't clean at all. The sad little air freshener that was hanging up did nothing to dispell the foul odor. I stood at the urinal, staring at the wall as I felt the strange man come up behind me. I broke out in a nervous sweat. Colt pulled the truck around back and entered the bathroom to find this man behind me, groping my ass. I didn't know he had walked in, and I was whimpering in fear as the stranger behind me continued assaulting me. "I'd get out of here if I was you friend." The man said to Colt. "This here faggot is about to get raped." My blood ran cold as I heard these words. But then I heard my Masters voice. "Good. That's my faggot and I want you to rape him. Rape him hard!" He said as he locked the door. I felt a sense of relief when I knew my Master and protector was there. A relief that quickly vanished as I felt my shorts being ripped down. The man meant business as I felt his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Don't be gentle." Said Colt. "Hurt that fucker!" The man laughed as he grabbed my throat and slammed himself into me with one deep, hard thrust. Every nerve in my body exploded as the acid gave me sensations I had never felt before. His cock wasn't that big, but it still hurt as he had no pretense of being gentle. He started pounding me and pushed my face into the wall as I whined and cried. "Oh yea, that's it." Purred Colt, as he held poppers under my nose. "Use that stupid faggot. Fuck that queer pussy. Don't hold back! Shove that cunts face into the urinal!" And the man didn't hold back. He pounded the shit out of me as Colt urged him on. The smell of stale piss filled my nostrils as I was raped. Lick that urinal faggot!" Colt ordered. I didn't even think as my tongue shot out and started desperately licking at all the crusty, dried yellow stains. I'm sure some of it was old cum. It didn't take long before he was pumping his anonymous seed into my hungry guts. I was flying as I felt his cock throb and flex inside me. As soon as he pulled out, I instinctively dropped to my knees and started sucking him clean. "If you gotta piss, the fag will drink that down too." Said Colt. The man just laughed and started his flow into my toilet mouth. Colt snapped pics of my first official use as a truck stop urinal. When the man finished, he just zipped up and left. Didn't even say thanks. We followed and jumped in our truck and drove away. "That was hot, slut!" Colt praised me. "Wish we could have stayed longer, but too risky." We drove a bit and Colt pulled off onto a country road. He dragged me out of the truck and pushed me against it as he pulled down my shorts. With no warning he slammed his hard cock all the way into me. I screamed as much from pleasure as from pain. "Oh yea, you dirty little whore. Scream for me. Scream for your Master, you disgusting truck stop whore! You're such a filthy faggot, taking strangers dicks in a dirty bathroom. Taking strangers loads in you nasty pussy. You are a fucking pig, you piece of shit!" Colt plowed me hard as he fucked my mind and my ass. It was only a couple minutes before he was blasting his load into me to mix with the strangers. Then he quickly plugged me, clamped me, blindfolded me, gagged me and we were off again down the road, his homemade hypno playing in my ears. I could smell a cigarette and I knew Colt had lit one up. I continued to float on acid and T, and the cigarette smell aroused me. I was surprised as I hated smoking. But my logical mind wasn't there. Only my drugged up, sexually charged one was. And it liked it. A lot. Just another unrealized fetish. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. I kept the gear on me, and occasionally Colt would have me hit the poppers. When he had to piss, I dutifully drank it down. Then he'd let me relieve myself into the bottle. Nothing happened the next couple times we got gas, and we finally arrived at 1am Tuesday morning. We checked into our motel. It was pretty cheap and sleazy, but like Colt said, that's the kind of place a whore like me deserves. And he was right. It was full of partying college students, so not very quiet. But that didn't matter. Colt of course made me carry everything in wearing just my skimpy shorts. The college kids snickered and pointed and called us faggots. Colt would just smile and pull the back of my shorts down, showing them my ass, even smaking it. The kids went crazy and hooped and hollard. "This cumdump will be available tomorrow for use." Colt announced out loud to anyone listening. This only made my cock strain more in its cage. Colt let me take a quick hot shower before he had me draw him a nice hot bath to relax after 18 hours of driving. He had me sit in there with him and wash his body as we smoked weed and chilled. When he was done, he had me give him a full massage before we crawled into bed for what he told me would be my last night of rest for the next several days. Of course, he gave me one more fuck. He placed my legs over his shoulders as he entered me again. This time as I wore the headphones, he made me look him in the eyes and repeat back to him the words as they flooded my brain. Of course, after hearing it hundreds of times, I practically had it memorized. "I am your slave. I live to serve you. I am a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy my Master. I live for your cock. I live to worship your cock, your body, your feet, your musky asshole. I am just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve you Master. I want your cock inside me. Deep inside me. I want your cum and piss filling my faggot slave holes. I would do anything for your cock. Anything you say. I want other men's cocks deep inside me. I want their cum filling me up. I am a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. I am a toilet. A urinal. I am a whore. A slut. A pig. I want to degrade myself for your pleasure, your entertainment. I want nothing more than to please you. I will do anything you tell me to do. I will never question you. I will only obey." My eyes never left his beautiful green ones as he bored into my very soul, claiming me, dominating me, owning me. After the 4th time of repeating these words, he finally said, "Good boy. Here's your reward." as he gave me his most precious gift. "Thank you Sir." I whispered as his lips covered mine. I drifted off to sleep, my cunt leaking his cum. My Masters strong arms holding me tight as his voice played endlessly in my ears.

"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 🙂

Not sure where this story is coming from, I've never written anything like this before... anyway, seem to be on a roll with it now! Pt.4 Mike took his hand from my eyes, and I saw that the apprentice had stripped off his singlet and dropped the shorts to his ankles— his ass was pressed against me with my cock inside. Unbelievable. This day was turning out to be mad. I could also see that in turning me around, Mike had set the three of us up in a position where the boy could lean forward to brace his hands on the pump shed. He took my hands and placed them on the boy’s back. With all this now set up, Mike began fucking my hole again, deep strokes in and out—each one banging hard into me, pushing my hips forward. His hands held my waist again, moving it back and forth in coordination with his strokes. I saw now how he had planned this… I was stuck in the middle, with him pounding from behind and the boy firmly positioned on my cock. Mike could continue fucking me while using my dick as a kind of dildo to fuck the boy at the same time. I’d have to admit that this felt incredible. My ass was really tired and numb, but Mike’s control of the fucking, his long, steady strokes deep in and out, gave me a tremendous feeling. My body had long before given up any resistance, so his huge cock felt almost comfortable in me at this stage, like it was becoming part of me. And now, my own cock was so hard and being used to fuck the apprentice, under Mike’s control. Hmm… perhaps I was starting to have fun 😉 On the other hand, my knees and legs were getting tired from standing and getting pounded for so long. I felt that I really needed give them a rest soon. Like in a dream, from a distance, I watched my dick being pumped steadily in and out of the boy’s hole. It felt really soft inside and, I thought, not at all tight like young guys usually are. Each time on the way out, I saw his slightly hairy hole open outwards a bit, with beautiful lips like a pussy around my hard-on. Soft and very wet is how it felt, and I also noticed that as my cock was withdrawn, it seemed to be getting a covering of juices from inside him… and then a small trickle of these white, creamy juices began to run out of his hole and drip down. Fuck! This guy was pre-loaded!

I'm a cum dump and I am visiting Chicago. Here for work which keeps me quite busy but I try to make time to get bred. I am staying in a hotel in the south loop. It's night, drove all the way from Boston in one day, I got a hotel in my small hometown well out of the city. As soon as I got to the hotel I updated my apps. One local guy on his way home from work stopped and pounded a load into me! Pretty good for a small town. Lots of flakes and fakes, married guys but they freak out. In Chicago staying in the south loop. I have been here before and I recognize some of the regulars on the apps. One guy who thinks I am hot (he has bred me on several previous trips) hit me up and came and pumped his load into me. Always happy to take a load from a regular like him. I also got hit up from a guy who had a HUGE cock. He wanted completely ANON. He wanted me blindfolded from beginning to end. Thats HOT. I was ass up, lubed and waiting in my jock and harness and blindfolded. He has a huge cock. He slid up on the bed, straddled me and forced my mouth down on his cock to suck him hard. This he said fairly quickly but his cock was one of the largest I had taken. I was able to deep throat him and he loved it. It made him go wild. He would popper me up and go to town on my throat. Now remember, I just got loaded by my regular about 10 minutes before. All of the sudden he said, turn around and he plowed my hole. He fucked me hard and deep in every direction. It felt so good. He popper'd me up some more and went to down. It was a good deep fucking, he must have fucked me for 40 minutes. Then he got up, went and cleaned his cock and made me suck him again!! He was softer but got hard pretty quick. I got a good throat fucking this time. I loved it. Then all of the sudden he again commanded me to "turn around" and plowed my hole again, deep, sideways, every different direction. I am sure that most guys could not take it but it felt incredible. I love getting fucked and I don't usually tap out. My ass felt great. Finally after about 30 more minutes of being used you could feel his speed increase, his intensity and he buried a load in me deep! He shot a load in my well lubed and preloaded ass!! It was GREAT! The saga continues. I will write soon about my third and fourth night of debauchery. Major breakthrough in my journey for sexual freedom!! (hint, backroom and bathhouse).

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.

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

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…

It was only supposed to be a tunnel plug wank A mid 30s guy messaged if he could wank his load anon into my tunnel plug. He wanted to see his cum fill my hole. Of course I agreed and 20 minutes later he made his way upstairs to find me on all fours with the tunnel plug inserted as requested. He stripped off to just his socks and dropped to his knees to tease around my hole with the butt plug fully inserted. He spat into my hole and I could feel he was wanking on his boner. He stood up and I prepared for him to start wanking into the tunnel but instead he teased his cock into it. The total twat then managed to dislodge the plug and insert it into my cunt. I know had the plug deep in my hole and he continued to fuck my ass. I just let him. I guess he knew what he was doing as he had one foot on the bed and was fucking me sideways. He worked up a good rhythm and with a final plunge deep into my cunt he bred my hole. So much for a tunnel plug wank. I took every drop and he tagged my ass, dressed and left.

N 1993 I met my first serious boyfriend. For the first few weeks we didnt even have sex then one night we started making out and we were soon in bed sucking each other off. It wasn't until a few weeks after that, that we started fucking. AIDS was still a thing so we always used condoms. I will admit that I did have condomless sex with strangers a few times previously but always worried and felt guilty afterwards. One night we were in bed sucking each other off, kissing passionately I got the urge to take his cock raw. I loved him and really wanted the intimacy of his seed in me but I wasnt sure how he would feel. I was sucking his cock for a few minutes and purposely got it extra wet, then I sat up, climbed on top, lined his cock with my hole and slowly sat down on him till he was balls deep. He didn't say anything but he was kissing me so passionately. I started riding him and he was moaning. Before long he told me he was so close and he wasnt wearing a condom. I told him to cum inside me. Within seconds I feel is cock throb as he shot his first load ever in me. We never used condoms again

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.

What do you do when you recognize the red flags, but something in you chooses to ignore them? I guess that is what sets each of us on our own individual path. I don’t have to say, “Looking back I see the red flags” no, I clearly saw the red flags at the time, but choose to keep going despite the severe warning and that is how I got to where I am today. I guess I should start this story in college. I absolutely loved college, I was smart, so good grades came easy, I had lots of good friends, and we partied way too much, I was an attractive guy, so I found it easy to get girls and I took full advantage. I would say that I slept with several of the most attractive girls on campus. I was always careful, well most of the time I was very careful, because despite all the partying and sleeping around, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life and I didn’t want an unexpected pregnancy or std to interfere with that. Since high school I knew I was going to be a lawyer with a trophy wife, making bank and living the good life. I had no doubts that was my life’s direction, and it didn’t matter how much fun college was, that was my top priority, so I wasn’t going to do anything to risk that. I made good grades, I read books, I exercised daily, ate well, used condoms, and stayed healthy. Now, as careful as I was, there was one thing I wanted to try that did risk everything. I really wanted a blow job from a guy, but there was no way I would risk getting caught, so there was no way I would ever act on it. I guess you could say I was a little bi-curious. It wasn’t a dominating thought or anything, I have no doubt that I was way more attracted to girls, and loved having sex with girls, but I did want to see what this experience would be like. Occasionally, if I had a boring weekend I would get on my fake email and get on craigslist and chat with other guys who were looking for a “secret hookup buddy”, but I was always worried it could be someone that I might recognize or run into while I was out with friends, so it never went further than that. Well almost never. My senior year, I had one of those boring weekends where I got on Craigslist and posted “college hunk looking to chat”. As you all know, you get a ton of spam, but there were a few serious ones, but most wanted to chat for 10 minutes and then meet, which I wasn’t ready for. But there was one guy, Dan, who was totally happy with chatting and nothing more. Obviously, he was bored and didn’t have many friends, so he was happy for someone to talk with. I explained to him a little about myself, even though I changed up some key aspects to try and throw him off my trail if he did try to investigate. He told me he was in his late 40’s (no chance of us running in the same crowds), worked at a gas station at night, as he told me it’s the gas station right by The DipStick, the only gay bar in town. I laughed and told him that has to be convenient and he said that it was and that occasionally some drunk guys leaving the place would stop in for beer or cigarettes and he might get to blow them or something in the bathroom. We chatted for a few hours and when I was about to leave the chat he said “I know you’re not ready, but if you ever want a really good blow job I live over at the Lake View apartments on MLK blvd. You could stop by real quick and get off and if you wanted you could touch my cock if you’ve never got that opportunity before”. I told him that I appreciated the offer, but wasn’t ready. I logged off and went to search his apartment, which was directly behind the gas station he worked at, and it was really run down and looked sketchy and dangerous, like you’re going to get mugged or shot. Over the next few months leading up to winter break we chatted quite a bit and I grew to really enjoy talking with me. Of course the conversations grew more sexual, with him talking about how much he wanted to see me naked and suck my cock, and I was definitely turned on by the thought of it and I would reply somewhat vague, like “Oh yeah”, I was still super nervous, like all of a sudden he would respond “this was all a joke, this is your friend and we are punking you, you fag!”. I know how stupid that sounds, but my mind was crazy. The more and more we talked the more comfortable I became with him, I ended up sending him a body/dick pic, which he almost melted over. Not trying to brag, this statement is more about the lack of attention this guy would get rather than how hot I was, but I was pretty damn hot. He responded with a pic of him jerking off, and he had a really big dick, long and slim, just like the full body and face pic he sent next. He was an older guy, looked like he had a rough life. Tall and skinny. Behind him I could see his bed mattress on the floor with a box tv on a milk crate in a room that was absolutely trashed with clothes and trash on the floor, definitely a guy who doesn't have much company. Despite all that mess and sketchy apartment, I was turned on, mainly because it felt safe. There was no way I was going to run into this guy anywhere I went. We were definitely not running in the same circles, but he was lonely and bored and had plenty of time to try and investigate who I was and find my real identity, so I still kept my guard up. Finals week right before winter break, I was one of the few people on campus that got stuck with a Friday Final, so by Thursday almost everyone was gone. The campus was a ghost town, but that is ok, because I needed to study for my final. Thursday night I was studying, until I got too bored and decided to jump online and see if Dan was online and wanted to chat. I got online and sent him a message “Enjoying the snow?”, within 2 minutes he was online and replied · Dan: Bundled up in bed naked staying warm, you? · Me: Trying to study, but bored and now thinking about being naked in bed · Dan: Naked In bed is a lot more fun when someone is with you · Me: I bet your right, its too bad you don’t have someone there with you to help keep you warm · Dan: I know, I wish someone would cum over, I would definitely show them how much I appreciated the cumpany · Me: You mean you can’t find anyone on craigslist to cum over on a night like this? I would think it would be easy to get a one-night-stand · Dan: Yeah, if I looked like you! · Me: Well, I think you look like a great one night stand · Dan: Be careful what you say · Me: Why is that? · Dan: if you ever do come over for a bj I might try more · Me: more? · Dan: Make you fall in love with me · Me: Lol, how so? · Dan: I will get you on my bed and you will be asking for a bj and I will start blowing you and then I will stop and pull your pants all the way off and start kissing you up your stomach to your mouth and you would be surprised as I kiss you, but even more surprised to feel my giant cock pressing up against you as I tell you how much I want you, you reply “I only want to be with you” as I slide my giant cock inside you and make love to you until we cum together · Me: fuck man, that got me hard! · Dan: cum over, please! · Me: I’m driving around now going to get something · Dan: cum over here now! Take a left off MLK to 13th, the second building facing the road, second floor, apartment 2B, door is open and its cold outside please come shut my door · Me: · Dan: you there · Me: I’m parked outside · Dan: cum up baby, I want you · Me: · Dan: please baby! · Me: · Dan: I see you sitting in your truck, want me to come down · Me: · Dan: I’m coming down I see him walk out his apartment door, down the stairs and I’m panicking. My heart is beating out of my chest, not sure what to do, but I can’t move. He knocks on the passenger window and opens the door and sits in the truck. He tries to talk me into to coming up stairs, but I can’t move. I am so scared that I just sit there giving him one-word answers. We sit like this for 5 or so minutes until he reaches over and starts rubbing my leg. I am so nervous my body is shaking as his hand goes to my cock that is rock hard. As he feels my cock, he smiles at me and starts to pull it out from my sweatpants. He starts rubbing my cock saying how much my cock wants him, and how much I want to be with him, as he is leaning over to my cock he says “don’t worry, I want us to be together too” and he takes my cock in his mouth. It felt so fucking good, I had never felt anything like it before. Everything around us was quite, no-one around, dark and super cold with snow falling as this old man is sucking me off in my truck and I’ve never been more turned on. It didn’t take long for me to cum and he swallowed it all up. He sat up licking his lips to see my face completely in shock at what just happened, he then leaned over and kissed me. The high was wearing off and I began to come back to reality and what had just happened and what had almost happened if I had went in the apartment. He noticed the change in my demeanor and made a quick exit, but before he left he said “see how easy it is, you’re not going to jail, you didn’t get caught by anyone, you don’t have to stay for dinner after. Any time you want to, you know where I live” and he left and I drove home. For weeks after, I will still in shock, promising to myself that it would never happen again, but that only lasted for a little while before I got curious. I really wanted to see what messages he had sent me since our encounter, so I logged on to see, and there were several messages about how good that was and would have been better if I had come inside the apartment and how much he missed me and thought we could start something amazing. Despite all this, how good it was, how often we chatted, my final semester at college, we only chatted. I never went back over there. After graduation, I was going to law school about 1.5 hours away, so after the semester had ended my dad and younger brothers came to help me pack and move me to my new apartment in a new city. They packed up all my clothes except the clothes on my back and were about to leave when I decided I wanted to stay one more night and head home in the morning. My dad responded, "but you don’t have a bed or anything here", it's ok, I will sleep on the floor or over at a friends. Its my last night here, probably ever, I want to go out with friends and have a few drinks, they agreed and left, but I had no intentions of going out, well not with friends. I went to the gym and got something to eat and some beer and came home and showered and got clean and shaved up and around 10pm, decided to jump on chat and see what Dan was up to: · Me: well this is it. I am heading out. I can say I am honestly going to miss you and our talks · Dan: Come say goodbye · Me: lol, I cant, I am with my family · Dan: Damn, I wish you had come over last night so I could say good bye to you · Me: me too! · Dan: I am going to miss you two! · Me: us two? · Dan: you and your little friend, to bad he never got to meet my friend, they would have liked each other · Dan: sends a picture of him holding his cock · Me: wow! I swear your cock is a foot long · Dan: lol, no. I wish it was wider · Me: is that better · Dan: most people want it thicker rather than longer · Me: Oh, it looks good to me · Dan: I really liked yours and really wanted to see it again · Me: would you suck it as good as you did last time? · Dan: better! · Me: How so? · Dan: we would be naked in bed together and I would make you never want to leave me · Me: Don’t go falling in love, I am leaving tomorrow · Dan: tomorrow? · Me: maybe · Dan: don’t go falling in love · Me: lol touché · Dan: Cum over and let’s make love · Me: Make love? getting serious here Dan? · Dan: Maybe, by the end you won’t want to leave, I may get you pregnant so you have to stay · Me: that might be hard, not sure I can get pregnant · Dan: lol, that means we are going to make love bareback and I’m going to cum deep inside you, so we are together forever · Me: Oh lol! But I always use a condom, no offense. · Dan: you won’t want to tonight, it feels SOOO good to have someone cum deep inside you · Me: really? · Dan: yes! You will love it. · Me: I don't know if you're clean or have something. Are you clean? · Dan: I think so, I am trusting that you’re clean. · Me: lol, you didn’t even ask me if i was! · Dan: I guess I honestly don’t care, I just want us to be together, even if you do have something. How about this, I will put it in you and if you don’t like the way it feels I will pull out and put on a condom? · Me: I can’t believe I am saying this, but I think okay · Dan: you think? · Me: I’m having a few drinks trying to build up the courage to come over. · Dan: Come over baby, please. We can make slow sweet love, and if you decide to move, we will have this one night and we will both know that my cum will always be inside you · Me: Ok! · Dan: YES! I fucking love you · Me: hold on, someone is knocking on my door I got to the door and 3 of my friends where there and just came inside saying let’s go out and get wasted. I didn’t return to my messages that night and completely left him hanging. The next day I left and moved off, started law school, met a girl, and started a new life, completely leaving dan behind. As I started my new life and had a clear vision of my future, I was thankful that that night ended up the way it did, but I did feel terrible about just leaving him without even saying goodbye. It was almost 2 years after that night that I was home alone and bored and decided to log in and see what he had said after me ditching him. I was very nervous because I knew he would be furious, but to my surprise his messages weren’t hateful or angry at all. For the next few months following that night, he apologized for trying to rush me, he asked if I was ok, he expressed concern that maybe something had happened to me and he would never know, he messaged me about missing me, but nothing hateful. I sent him a message trying to explain what had happened that night and what had happened since then, and how I hoped he could forgive me for just disappearing. Within a few minutes he was online and was very nice. He was glad to see that I was ok and wasn't dead, and said that he understood. We chatted for a little while about life, nothing sexual, just catching up. Over the next TEN YEARS we continued to chat, not on a regular basis, but once or twice every 6 months and some instances going over a year without talking. Most of our talking was about life, just how things are going. I told him about me getting married and working for my wife’s dad’s law firm and basically living the life I had always dreamed. I wasn’t trying to brag, but when you’re talking about your life, this stuff was bound to come up. He was still living in the same apartment and was working at the same gas station; he said he was really depressed for a year or so after I disappeared. He almost seemed angry or resentful that my life was going so well and his wasn't. This wasn't the life he had dreamed of, nobody wants to be almost 60 years old working at a gas station and living pay check to pay check. I felt like he believed that if I had just come over that night, then me and him would be together and we would be living together and he would be the one driving the mercedes instead of my wife. Although I did enjoy talking with him, he did not seem like the same guy I knew, he lived a more carefree lifestyle. As if tomorrow didn't matter, living life without fear of consequences, and was almost happy to tell me about it, perhaps trying to make me jealous of his sexual escapades. Over the next 10 years, he would send me messages about guys leaving DipStick that he would hook up with in the bathroom or occasionally go back to his apartment. Inevitably, one day I got a message that he got herpes, then a couple years later he said he tested positive for Hepatitis C, this one really seemed to hit him hard, he was depressed and angry with himself. After this he seemed to be almost on a downward spiral, not caring about his actions so it wasn’t much of a surprise when I got a message one day that he tested HIV positive. This one really got him angry and depressed; I believe he hated seeing how my life turned out and how his was spiraling downwards. I believe he was honestly believing that me and him would end up together and maybe I would take him away from his life working at a gas station trying to suck off drunk strangers in the bathroom because that was the only action he could get. He never came out said that, but he would get upset if I spoke about my wife or anything positive with our life, but did seem to enjoy the problems I had working for my father-in-law and my wife always took his side. After his new found status, he went on a while sleeping with people without a condom and said he enjoyed giving them what he called his “Happy Meal” because it was a combo of Herpes, Hepatitis and HIV. He rationalized it as though the person didn’t want to wear a condom or ask him if he was poz, so he had no problem sharing it with them. In his mind, if his life was falling apart, he wanted everyone else to experience the same feeling. We would continue to chat every 6 months or so, and eventually he began to embrace his new life and didn’t look at it as if it was a curse. He said he couldn’t afford medication, so he would just live his best life and enjoy his life. He honestly seemed a lot happier, like the Dan I remembered from college, if not happier. One day I sent him a picture message of an office building. He replied what is that? I told him that it was my new office. I left my father in law’s firm after being passed up for a partnership. He never really liked me, so I quit and started out on my own. This ultimately led to some serious issues between me and my wife and caused some friction because I was making way less money and she was daddy’s little girl so I was always the bad guy. But what really caught me off guard was Dan’s response, he replied to my message of the picture with the address. I asked him how he got it and he told me that he did an image search and found it on the realtors site with the address. Thankfully I don’t think Dan had a car, so he did have immediate access to me. My biggest fear, being found out was closer than ever, and I had more to lose than ever before. Dan started to tease me about how he was going to show up one day at my office so we could pick up where we left off 10 years ago. Thankfully, nothing ever came from it, because again, I don’t think Dan had a car or transportation. One night I was home alone because my wife had gone to a fund raiser for dog charity she works with and we were still not doing very well, so she went alone. So, I got online to talk to dan. · Me: What’s up · Dan: Cuming to knock on your door · Me: (panicking) WHAT? · Dan: I know where you work now · Me: (relieved he didn’t know my home address) and what are you going to do when you get there? · Dan: Take you back to your office and give you what you’ve been dreaming of for 10 years · Me: and what is that? · Dan: Me, all of me! · Me: All of you? · Dan: yes, all of it! Nothing between us, you and me joined · Me: well too bad im not at the office · Dan: yeah! Move back here! · Me: Lol, · Dan: You wouldn’t ever want me to leave after · Me: after? · Dan: after I knock you up! You’ll fall in love After this conversation I realized, he wanted to be with me. He doesn’t just want a one-night-stand, he wants to be together and I may be treading on dangerous waters. But still, a couple of months later I find myself logged in again to talk with Dan. Why am I ignoring these red flags! But the next red flag was unmistakable, this message that he sent a couple of days after our last conversation: Dan: I know you want me, why are you lying to yourself. You know you want to be with me. We have been talking for over 10 years, and still want each other. I just wish you would give in to what YOU want. You know you’re not happy, only I can make you happy, just like only you can make me happy. We are meant to be together and if you would just meet me you would see that. Just one night together and you would see we are meant for each other. I would treat you so much better than your wife does. Does she think about you all the time, does she get your dick as hard as I do. Just come here for one day, one hour and you will see it. I know you’re nervous, but I would be so gentle. I would start by kissing you and telling you how much I love you and then I would lead you back to the bed and I would lay on top you kissing you so softly as we started taking each other’s clothes off. I would work my way down kissing your chest and stomach and then your beautiful cock. You would moan as I sucked it like I did last time, but I wouldn’t let you cum yet. I would work my way back up between your legs as you look up at me, looking in my eyes as you pull my giant rock-hard cock out of my underwear. You have been wanting this so long and here it is, right in front of you, its yours forever! I bend down and start kissing your ear as you feel my bare cock pushing up against you. I ask you if you want me, as you reply “Yes”, but I want more, I want to hear how bad you want me baby, you reply “So bad, I only want you”. I tell you to grab my bare cock and aim it towards your lubed hole. Do you want my bare cock baby, you reply “Yes I do”. Tell me how bad you want it “I want you to fuck me raw, impregnate me, give me what you have so we can be together forever. I want to be with you only you, make me yours now, plant your seed in me now baby, I love you!” as I put my cock inside your raw, you’re so happy to finally have it, I make a few small strokes and finally get all 10” inside you. I stop and whisper in your ear “ there is no going back from here, we will be together forever now” and you get so turned on you look at me and say “I want us to be one, I want your seed flowing through my veins, this is the only way we can truly be together and be one, breed me baby, make me yours, you own me”. As I cum inside you, so deep inside you. There is no going back now. I know you want this baby, please cum to me. Only I can make you this happy, deep down you know this. As I read that message, I was shocked. I am really in a dangerous position. He wants to own me, this is the type of stuff you see before someone goes missing. I am generally concerned for my life at this point. The tone of the message was not about sex or love, it was about ownership, it was desperation, it was psychotic, if I can't have you nobody can type stuff. I knew that I was in danger, he knew where my office was but thankfully had no transportation, if I were to meet him he would do everything in his power to try and trap me by giving me his “Happy meal” so I couldn’t go back to my wife. I would have to divorce her and then, in his mind be with him. And that’s if things don’t go worse and he tries to kill me. I realized that everything I had ever worked for, my career, my life was all at risk of being ripped away from me right now, but what I truly couldn’t understand is why my dick was SOOO hard reading that message. I guess the thought of being so desperately desired by someone, the danger situation, the sexual tension we had in college, the danger of unprotected sex with someone who I know has HIV, Herpes and Hepatitis, when I have spent my entire life trying to be careful. It was all awakening some carnal desire deep within me that I guess had never had a chance to show itself. It wanted him to fuck me raw, it wanted him to take control, to force his disease on me, it wanted him to be dangerous, to be psychotic, it wanted to dance with the devil. I was torn, something so clearly deadly but at the same time being so turned on. My mind was screaming, RUN! Delete your account all your email history, cancel your lease, get as far away from every possibility that he has of finding you, but this small part of me that was getting louder and louder was screaming “you know you want it, you know you want him to own you, to command you, to make you belong to him, there is nowhere else you can run, you will be his property, let him breed you, let his disease take over” My hands stood still on the keyboard as the battle in my mind raged on. What do I do?

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.

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

I am a married 37 y old man. After my wife identified as asexual I started experimenting with my sexuality and came to realise that I am not as straight as I thought I once was. I am not in a position where we can divorce right now, as our circumstances are complicated but I realise that I am a fully gay bear that loves taking cock and cum. I know I cannot be the only married guy out there in this position, can I?

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I found out about the Sunday School orgy on Sniffies and asked for an invite. It's held at the place where CumUnion is held and I know one of the guys who renovated the space through hooking up. I'd casually mentioned it to Will, this allegedly straight guy I've been hooking up with lately and he sounded curious. He'd never been to anything like that but has admitted to going to Paris and another adult book store near us when he's horny and looking. He's 25, oddly hot in a kind of dorky unconventional way, tall skinny, reddish blonde hair, pale skin, smooth, with a fairly big and thick uncut cock. He's only topped me but never bottomed or sucked me but he says he has been fucked when he's really into a guy and/or drunk/high. I told him I'd bring him to it Sunday but suggested we go in separate cars in case it isn't his scene and he wants to leave. I explained to him what goes on and what the crowd is like. He would have liked it a lot during the holiday break as there were a lot more college age guys back home for the break there, but it probably wouldn't be that many this time. He likes fucking guys anon and raw so it's totally his scene and he admitted as much. We always bareback and I get the sense even when he bottoms he takes loads raw even though he's not on Prep. He has a girlfriend and doesn't want her to know he's fucking guys for release and can't have her discover he's on Prep as that would raise uncomfortable questions. I tell him what time it starts and suggest we meet at the nearby Harry Hines Bazaar so we can go in together and I can show him around. I was thinking Will would bail, but he shows up and we head over. As we get out of the car he's cracking a couple jokes to lighten the mood and I can tell he's a bit nervous. We get inside, pay the cover, and head to the lockers to strip down. Most of the guys there are nude, but some wear underwear or jock straps. I was going to leave my underwear on but Will is going naked so I ditch them too. 87 guys had RSVP'ed for it and there's already about 40 people there and while some are checking out the scene many are already sucking and fucking. I take Will on a tour of everything and he's checking it and the guys out. As I'm finishing up the tour we run into Carlos, my hookup buddy who had a hand in starting up the place. I can see his eyes light up seeing Will and Will seems interested in him too and I introduce them. Carlos is very flirty, Italian and Mexican with a slightly chubby smooth body, sleeve tattoo and ink, 28, and a nice thick uncut dick. He likes to hang out at the events to make sure everyone's having a good time, but also to play. He's also verse and right away he's playing with Will's cock, telling him he hopes he has a good time and likes the place. Will mutters that its very cool and that he's never been to anything like it, which gets Carlos to smile saying he wants to make sure Will has a good time and asks him if he wants to fuck. Will quickly says yes and his cock is now rock hard. There's a fuck bench nearby and Carlos leads Will over too it and soon enough Will is balls deep in Carlos raw. I'm off nearby to give them their space but also want to see what goes down. It isn't long before a couple guys start watching Will drill Carlos and also start fingering Will's ass. One guy stroking his cock steps in behind Will and tries to enter his ass, but Will turns around and says something I can't hear and the guy moves to the side still stroking. An alternative looking Anglo guy with quite a bit of ink comes up to me and tells me he wants to fuck me and I agree, moving to a wall where I can still see Will fucking Carlos. Alternative dude has a nice sized cock and for me honestly, it's all about the quantity as these things, not the quality. I'll never see this guy again. But of course, looking around I see some guys I know from the gym and hooking up here and there. I can hear the guys by Will egging him on to cum and its clear he's shot his load in Carlos. Will leans down to say something to Carlos and pulls out of him and the next thing I know, Will is bending down over the fuck bench and Carlos is sticking his cock in Will's ass. Maybe he got turned on by the guy fingering his ass, but my hunch is he's really into Carlos and Carlos is the kind of guy he vibes with. As I'm watching this go down Alternative guy pumps his load inside me, a strong burst I can feel and it's clear he enjoyed fucking me. He asks me if I want to fuck him and I say I do and we switch places. I'm already rock hard seeing Will getting fucked by Carlos and can faintly hear him moaning as he takes his cock, but it's hard to hear much over the moaning from Alternative guy, who's enjoying the fuck and is telling me how hot my dick is and how bad he wants my load. His ass felt like he'd already taken a load and I didn't need any lube to enter him. I'm focusing on giving him what he wants and notice that a tall think blonde twink is now fucking Carlos, so there's no chance of Carlos pulling out of Will to cum, so Will is gonna take his load whether he wants it or not. I can hear Will begging for Carlos to cum in him and not long after Carlos's groan and it sends me over the edge and I bust my load inside Alternative guy who starts making his own cries that I not pull out and to stay inside him. With my load spent I slide out of him and tell him thanks and I can see that Carlos is still pumping inside of Will and the twink is still fucking him, so Carlos is intent on showing Will a good time as promised. The twink pulls out of Carlos and goes around for Will to suck him and the kid has a truly impressive cock. To my surprise Will starts sucking his cock, which he said he never does, so either he was bullshitting or trying something new. I'm standing watching transfixed by what I'm seeing and hoping another guy will come by I wanna play with so I don't miss the show. I move for a closer look and can hear Carlos shoot a second load in Will and I can see the blonde twink quickly move around to get in Will next. The twink is dripping an insane amount of precum and shoves his cock in Will as soon as Carlos pulls out, causing Will to start moaning loudly. Move of a crowd is watching this now and Carlos comes over to me smirking about how hot a fuck Will was. I tell him that Will is supposedly straight and has a girlfriend which gets a chuckle out of Carlos who adds "a lot of straight guys love getting cock up the ass and I'm guessing that's your Will." Something catches Carlos's eye and he moves on and as he does one of the guys watching Will moves over and starts stroking his cock. He's kind of an average looking Anglo guy, mid 20s, shaggy hair, light chest hair and has a nice sized uncut cock. We move over to the side and I start taking his cock, all while watching the blonde twink unload in Will while Will is begging for his cum. As the kid slows his strokes he slides out and he and Will swap places and now Will is drilling the blonde twink who's bent over the fuck bench. A beefier Anglo guy in his late 20s or early 30s moves into place behind Will and enters his ass and this time Will says and does nothing. The guy fucking me picks up his pace and asks me if I'm enjoying the show and admit I am. I can hear the beefy guy let out a loud groan and assume he shot his load in Will and not long after Will unloaded in the blonde twink. Will is proving to be more popular thank I expected and not in the way I expected as he's taken four loads now. The guy fucking me shoots his load in me, grunted a "that was hot" and he slid out, smacking me on the ass as he did. Will looks a little dazed and confused and heads my way asked where the bathroom was and the bottled water. I lead him there and asked if he's having fun and he admits it was way wilder than he expected and asks if I'm having a good time. I say I am and he heads to the bathroom and I go to get us bottled waters. Once he's back out we split up again and I decide its time for me to have some fun and not worry about Will so much. Clearly he's enjoying it and is getting what he was looking for. I head towards some of the booths and see the blonde twink who'd swapped loads with Will and approach him. He starts stroking my cock and we move into one of the booths and I'm balls deep in him in no time. I don't even have to use lube he has so much cum in his ass and on his balls and legs. I'm calling him a slut and clearly he likes that and is leaning into it. I start cursing at him in Spanish and calling him nasty names which he likes even more and he knows enough Spanish to make demands back at me. I'm guessing he's popular with other Latinos and gets plenty of Latino loads. There's no shortage of Latinos today either and he's going to get fucked to his heart's content. That gets me horny and sends me over the edge and I blast a load inside him. He thanks me and says he's spent or he'd fuck me too. It was hot knowing one of the loads he blew was in Will's ass. I wish I had my cell with as I'd like to swap digits with him, but that sort of thing is tricky. A lot of guys here just want anonymous sex and no strings and I get that. That's why I come. As we head out of the booth I can see Will up against the wall getting fucked by a guy I call Stoner Johnny as he's this big goofy guy in his mid-20s who's always stoned. He has an enormous cock, hot curvy smooth body and down for anything sexually. I hang out watching Johnny pound the shit out of Will and a few other guys are watching the show too. Johnny's mouth is always running and he's doing that as he pounds Will saying Will must love big cocks and take a lot of them and Will is leaning into everything Johnny is saying. A cute young Latino guy comes by and hits on me, fingering my ass and making it clear he wants to fuck me. And as much as I want to see Will take Johnny's load I'd rather get another load of mine and duck back into the booth with Latino boy who eagerly pumps two loads inside me and takes a load from me. When we're done I've lost all track of time and need a breather so I go back to the locker room grabbing a bottled water on the way and check my phone. I've been there a little over two hours and have done pretty good for myself. I clean up a bit and head back into the big group area as I like to see who I'm hooking up with and I can see Will leading a rougher white trash looking guy back towards the booths. It's kind of surprising me the kinds of guys Will is hooking up with as I wouldn't have pegged them as being his type and surprised also he's letting them rawdog him. But I guess we never really know guys. I'm there about another hour and play with two more guys, both of who fuck me. By then I'm spent and only looking to bottom and it seems like most of the guys are and the crowd keeps thinning but new people keep coming as well. A group of three guys in their early 20s shows up and its clear they haven't been here before and so I go over and say hi and ask them if it's their first time. It is and I offer to show them around. As I'm leading them around I catch a glimpse of Will getting fucked by a skinny younger white twink and so clearly he's still having fun. I'm kind of losing track of how many guys I've seen fucking him and I'm guessing there are others I haven't seen. As I'm taking them past the booths one of them pulls me and the others into it and soon we're all making out and stroking each other's cocks. One of the guys shoves his cock in me and I can see one of the others start fucking his bud. The guy fucking me says "it's OK if we fuck raw" and I say it is and I'm cool with him cumming inside me. They're all kind of average looks with nice dicks, not like I'd pass them up. The guy fucking me doesn't take long to cum and blasts a nice powerful load inside me. The other guy fucking his bud busts his load pretty soon and we swap around with me taking one of the other two. As he enters me he tells me it's hot that I take it raw and I joke "raw is law" which gets a laugh out of all of them. I take the load from the guy fucking me and we rotate again and I take the cock from the third guy and one of the three wants me to fuck him while I get fucked. I'm already feeling spent, but taking their cocks and loads I figure I can pump one more out and as I get fucked by the third guy I realize that's not problem as the other two are teasing the guy I'm fucking about taking dick from a stranger. I tease back that they're all probably gonna take loads from strangers and that silences them. The third guy finally pumps his load in me and in a beat or two I've blasted my load in the one guy who been loudly begging for me to cum inside him. His buddies are razzing him for being a slut and they thank me for showing them around. That was enough for me and decide to call it a day as I'd been fucked enough. I head back to the locker room and catch a glimpse of Will heading into the blackout room so clearly he hasn't had enough and is wanting to do things I wouldn't. I would have loved to gotten the numbers of a few guys to play again later, but that's what makes coming to things like this so hot, new guys. I'll be curious to hear what Will has to say about his time and while he claims he's straight he's not as straight as you think.

Never struggled to explain why I desire being a total bottom. Anal sex feels amazing, having someone excited using your hole feels amazing, knowing with 0 doubt that having your hole used for someone's pleasure feels amazing, knowing you are receiving, accepting, absorbing another man's dna feels amazing, knowing this about yourself is so liberating and freeing feels amazing. In terms of sensations it becomes a mix of physical response, my hole actually feels like it loosens up, i get an empty feeling in my belly that I know is my body way of saying it needs someone to fill the void. Then in my mind I get the sensation of how much I need that bare cock and load and that what is going to make me happy is being used as a cum slut bottom. After that it is just a wave of feel good hormones that make me just want to be used over and over. Finally, jerking off during or after having your prostate pummeled feels amazing. Wouldn't you like to be a total bottom too?

I'm a cum dump Gay Dad visiting Chicago from Boston. I posted about the first two nights earlier, now for the next two... I have wanted to visit a back room of a bar and get fucked and never had the courage. I need to "just do it", I need to fulfill my desires and get out of my comfort zone. I tried to get bred in the hotel with the usual apps, no real luck as sometimes there are way too many fakes and flakes. (sorry guys, it's true). It was a Friday night, I had posted on Sniffies and asked where I could get fucked, they said Cell Block and/orJackhammer. Never been to either and it's been a long time since I have really been to a gay bar. It's just not my thing. (I am a real parent and thats probably why) So I put on my jock and harness under my clothes and headed off to Cell Block in an Uber. I arrived and had never been to a bar with a backroom let alone taken off my clothes in a place like this. It's now or never. Checked it out, went to the clothes check, stripped to my jock and harness. Walked around, watched a guy sucking cock in the GH, watched a Twink get into the sling and get fucked. I got on my knees in at the GH, no action. I got in the sling and exposed my hole, laid there for a while, no action. I suppose since I am not 23 and a Twink thats why. The Twink came up to me in the sling and told me if I wanted to get fucked I should try Grindr. Nasty little thing, all I want to say is that I believe in Karma. Watched another guy get fucked in the corner by two guys, Sucked a BBC, offered my ass but he declined. I finally gave up an decided it wasn't happening there. But I was pleased that I took that step. I will try again. I walked down the street to Steamworks. I had been once before about a year ago. I have wanted to go again. By this time it was in the wee hours of the morning. I checked in, I got a room. I got undressed and was ass up in the room. Immediately two guys came in, one guy played with my ass, the other shoved his cock in my mouth. They both played for a but it and then left. I decided to walk around. I am not that familiar with the layout but learning it. A guy was in the sling, so I got ass up on the fuck bench. A couple guys touched me, one placed this cock in my ass crack, but not much action. The guy in the sling was gone so I went and laid in the sling. The place was not that busy but several walk thru's. A young asian guy mounted me, but didn't breed. A younger kid came and fucked me good. I sucked him hard and then he got between my legs and mounted me. He fucked me for about 15 minutes. a pretty good fuck. A few guys watched him pump his load into my willing hole. I love getting fucked In a sling to be perfectly honest, OK, I loved getting fucked any which way. After a while I decided I would check out some of the other area's. I sucked a few cocks in the ramp area. Love working on my deep throat skills. I want to learn to really get throat fucked good. So I was practicing, both at cellblock and at Steamworks. Practice makes perfect they say. So I sucked for a while. I kept telling myself I needed to get back to my hotel because I had to work in the morning, but kept extending my deadline to leave.. After thing in the ramp area slowed down I went back to my room. I really wanted to get bred good. This is where it got fun. I decided to leave the door open and just be ass up. Now I had not slept, it was about 4 in the morning, I was tired. So I zoned out with my ass in the air pointing at the door. I was in the zone, my ass was lubed up, I was waiting. I would get brought back to reality as guys would show up and use my hole. I would feel a hand on my ass or a cock head pushing at my hole. It was pure heaven. A guy would come in, use me, then leave. I would tell myself, in 40 minutes I need to leave, put ass up with the door open, waiting an another guy would wake me out of the zone with his cock, some rock hard, some I would suck to get them hard and then they would use my hole. Not sure how many came in me, but it was really great being used like this. I love being ass up and a hole to be used.\ I finally decided I had to leave so that there was enough time to get an Uber, get to the hotel, take a shower and meet my co-worker to go to work. I got dressed, headed out of the place. before going down the stairs there was a guy in a towel and it looked as his cock was erect. So I sat down in the seating area at the top of the stairs. He walked toward me, opened his two and showed me his cock. I got up, walked back to my room, he followed, I went in, he followed, I unzipped the back of my jeans (I had back-zip jeans on), he mounted me and began to fuck me. I eventually took the jeans off and he gave me a full fledged fucking and breeding. It was great!! Dumped this load in me. Success! I got back to the hotel just in time for to shower and go to work. It's been years since I did an all-nighter. After work I went to the hotel and passed out, but dreamed about being ass up taking loads. Tonight I got on the apps, as usual. Too many fakes, time wasters. A guy hit me up who had chatted a few nights ago , his profile said Bi-Top. He wanted to come breed me, I of course offered my ass and requested he pump me full of cum. He thought he might want to drop two loads if after the first I sucked him hard. I lubed up, put the harness on and waited ass up on the bed. I heard him enter and undress. I sucked him hard, he held my head and pushed his cock down my throat. Some guys love that, I love it when they do!! He then mounted me doggie style and pounded a load into my hole. He seemed done, started to get dressed and then asked if he could "go again". Certainly, thats what my hole is for... So he mounted me again and pumped away until he dumped a second load in me. I loved it, fucking a cum filled hole he previously filled. When he was finished he stuck his cock in my mouth, I sucked him once again, he got hard again!! So he went for round three, pumped a third load in me. It was hot... He messaged me after he left that he thought my ass was amazing... I get that a lot, those who fuck/breed me, usually tell me how amazing my ass is! Oh, how I love being pumped full of cum!!

I agree she could get a lot done. But any person who can't or won't adequately acknowledge slavery as the cause of the Civil War, for example, isn't prepared for the needed occasional statements of moral clarity, or the ability to manage the hardest-right impulses of her party. Neither was Trump, which is partly why he was such a miserable failure as president; not because he couldn't fully implement the draconian policies his hard-right kook supporters wanted, but because he neither cared nor bothered to stand up to them and tell them the hard truths. Nor could he even remotely pretend to trying to serve as president for all Americans. Biden may be more liberal than most Republicans want, but he's far from the dangerous nutcase that Trump was and is. And I'm not sure that anyone could get through the Republican primaries these days, even if Trump wasn't among the competitors, without kowtowing to the same dangerous elements who support him. They want to rule, not govern, and by any means necessary, because they're tired of having the privilege their white Christian bona fides granted them for over 200 years slip away.

I will not wear a condom, no matter the circumstance. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any “circumstances” in quite a while. The joys of living in rural Bible Belt country I suppose. but when I am fucking a gay ass, I make sure to remind them I am married. It feels like most get off thinking about having a married cock raw in their boy cunt. On a few occasions, I have told them about the last time my check was in a “real” pussy spewing my seed deep and now my cock is in their ass doing the same. One guy shot his wad without touching himself right after I talked raunchy about real pussy breeding.

Part IV The cum is all over my face, and I love feeling like the world’s biggest slut, but even more I love the cock that is fucking my hole. “Fuck me!” I beg before the next cock is shoved into my mouth. The man fucking me is pounding me into submission and ecstasy. I’m just a pair of holes for these men and I couldn’t imagine a place I would rather be. Three men are at my head which is being held onto by a very firm pair of hands, gripping me at the back of my skull and forcing my back and forth as each of them take a turn using my mouth and throat. I came to the party an expert at this, but every single barrier in my mind to just being a complete hole has melted. I just want men to use me. The pipe is placed in my mouth again and I’m encouraged to take three more deep hits. I am spun. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as cock after cock is either long dicking my ass or taking out all their lust on my mouth. I’m moved onto my back with my head laying back over the edge of the bed so men can just fuck away at my throat. I’m a sweaty mess, my hair is dripping, and my face is covered with the loads I wasn’t allowed to eat. My legs are being held spread wide so the fucking can get in as deep as possible. The current top, a super hairy middle eastern man with a dad bod and a veritable tree trunk between his legs is pulling all the way out before just ramming it back into my hungry hole. I’ve never wanted cock this bad. “Let’s DP this bitch” and I’m grabbed by my hair, and pulled up. A skinny black guy is stroking a solid 11 incher. “Come on you fucking slut, sit on this cock so we can get another one in there and really stretch you out.” I scramble above him and squat down, guiding the head in with one hand, and as soon as it’s in, I just sit all the way down, taking it all in to the base. I ride it, trying to pull myself up so it’s getting long thrusts. He pulls me into him so I’m leaing over his chest and I can feel someone rooting around my ass with another cock. Before I can even get ready to be taken to the next level another hand is grabbing my hair and a cock is forced into my mouth. “3 dicks in your holes you dumb whore” and I’m now stuffed, used, 3 cocks working me over. I’ve never been so happy, so lost in lust.

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.

Filled with loads

Part II I started sucking the closest cock to me, a nice solid 8 incher, uncut, nice veins running up the side. Stuck my tongue inside the foreskin and worked around the head, pulling the foreskin back and giving it some good flicks before putting it deeper in my mouth. “Oh yeah, this slut knows how to suck some dick” it’s owner said as hands grabbed the side of my head and the cock was pushed a bit deeper, pushing into my throat. “give him some poppers” someone else says My head is pulled off the cock and a bottle is placed under one nostril. I know what to do, I love poppers, and in combination with the edibles that are really kicking in, my head is swimming and I just want cock, I’m craving cock. I plunge back onto the cock. “Oh fuck yeah, here we go cocksucker” and he starts to fuck into my throat, gently at first and then gradually building up some speed. I kind of notice that I’m hearing some lighters and smelling a kind of acrid smell in the air, and my face is pulled off the cock I am in total lust with. “Here bitch” it’s Luis and he blows some smoke into my face, and then seals his mouth over mine and basically forces it into my lungs. “Oh fuck, no is that meth?” I’m thinking, and I’m really getting more and more hungry for that cock to be back in my throat. It's basically rammed back into my mouth and the owner is going to town on me and I am in cocksucker heaven. He lets me up to work on the head and it’s like I’ve been starved fir weeks and getting my first sweet taste of the most delicious suckable treat of my life, I am moaning and the throat slime is running down my chin. He pulls out and I’m presented with another cock, this one a modest average 6 incher, but very thick, and I start treating it like it’s the last cock I’ll ever suck. I’m soon working my way from cock to cock as they nudge my cheeks, and reach out my hands and work cocks and then turn to them. I am in heat. “See I knew he’d like it” a familiar voice is saying, I pull off and look at where it’s coming from and it’s my friend Alex, whose is always telling me about how much he loves doing meth and how horny and hot it makes him. “Yeah you judgmental little whore, I knew if you got some meth you would be transformed” I’m sucking another cock and he gets up to my ear “I’ve wanted to get you spun up and used for awhile so you would get off my back and realize how much fun this is. I was with Luis when you sent your invite request in, and we hatched a little plot. I’m going to give you a nice shard up that slut ass and we’re all taking turns on you. Everyone here knows the drill. The invite did say this was for "no cock and no load refused" attitude, and fucker, you are not going to refuse a single cock here, or those still coming. We posted a different ad that we're spinning out a newbie who needs to be turned out into a chem whore, and there was a lot of interest”

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!** CHAPTER TWO That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around. We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind. Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought. I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind. I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass. That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on. When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room. “We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.” His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a lot of men, but always fought it. Not anymore. I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Little did I know . . . Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin. The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own. Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-” “Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory as he glared into my eyes. I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve. I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen. “Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours, so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful. As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped out of his shorts. Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish. What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole? Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too. He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds. But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass. I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away. From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized. Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?” I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve. It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old. And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls, it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon. Little did I know . . . Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me. I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it? And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him. More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore. Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite, but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him. As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an arrangement.” He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust me, things are going to get messy.” Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling his clothes back on and follow behind me. As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude. “Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate, and through Steve’s open back door. Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones. He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist because some of them looked like chemical symbols. I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might not want to stick around for this part,” he told him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy. Now I didn’t know what to expect. I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this. His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little to reassure me. Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.” Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his way. Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement. Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head! The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit! He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him. How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself? “Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire time.” How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable! I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into me without doing any permanent damage. He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online? Bloody Hell! And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble. One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open. And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds. My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance. I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads. As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in. “Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly. My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system. Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it. This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling. And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the padded bench. It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock. “Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick up nice and slick with all of that blood.” Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still? Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me. Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride. I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much. So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me. I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme. Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next to mine on the left and whispered into my ear. “So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled. “What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again. “You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear. AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick fuck off of me. I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must have been quite clear that I wanted to go. “Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background. It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away. Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs. I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?” Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me? “You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing. “Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly. “Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling. Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper. “Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum. I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore. As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it. Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large mirror on the wall behind him. My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding. Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood. “We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You up for it?” I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP. That’s not what I said, though.

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….

Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.

[think before following links] https://www.nbcnews.com/health/sexual-health/gonorrhea-treatment-new-antibiotic-shows-promise-drug-resistant-infect-rcna123390 New antibiotic shows promise for drug-resistant gonorrhea “Zoliflodacin gives us a new tool in the treatment of gonorrhea, and if used wisely, a barrier against the further spread of resistant infections,” said Dr. Jeffrey Klausner, an infectious disease expert at the Keck School of Medicine of USC, who was not involved in the trial. The antibiotic, which would be the first new gonorrhea treatment approved in decades, could make it to market by 2025.

Wiser words were never said - and hugs to you! I would certainly hope to hell that whoever infected you wasn't aware of their status. If they were, that would be truly reprehensible.

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

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

For guys who are into their sons or dads or brothers, it's really intense to experience it. Being with my brother when we weren't kids anymore, it became really having sex! And our dad, well....

Today, here in Australia... a great Friday lunchtime fuck. One of my favourite local young tops (24yo, muscle, big cock, always horny) messaged me to say hi. Then the conversation went: what are you doing today? working from home. yeah, me too. want to fuck? yeah, what time. 12 at my place? Great, see you then. So, I went over, we got naked and he lay down so I could enjoy sucking him. His cock is always hard - I think I've never seen him soft lol For a while he held my head still and fucked my face... pushing his cock deep into my throat. I love it. After a while he stood up and slid into my ass, I was on all fours. He is such a great top - alternates sweet things like putting his arms around me and kissing my neck with really hard fucking, dominating my pussy and my whole body. He made it last as long as he could, but I could feel he was so close to cumming all the time 😉 Eventually he froze still with his strong arms locked around me, and I could feel the massive pulsing of his cock all the way from his balls against my ass through to deep inside me, pumping stream after stream of cum. Dressed and back to work with my hole full of his huge load, dripping. Wish we can do it every day!

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 😉

Last night after 3 hours with a hot late 60s married dad (wife don’t know, sons- one bi, one straight in late 20s). He was conservative appearing on sniffies but gorgeous dick hot body lots of making out and sucking each other ( married dad sucking my pierced dick had me flying along with Tina) he bottomed out and unloaded. Pic of daddy dick attached

Taking his 9 day cheating load I had a message from a 30 year old lad asking if my cunt was free. He was looking for a discrete hole to dump his 9 day load into. His boyfriend was back at work but he was gagging to loose his load and happy to cheat and unload in a willing cunt. I willingly offered him mine and he headed over. As agreed I was ass up on the bed when he let himself in. I was hooded in my jock and socks and wearing my harness with my hole plugged, poppered and ready. He stripped off and played with the plug that filled my hole by removing and reinserting repeatedly. Slowly at first then quicker and quicker. He was working on his boner when he asked to borrow my poppers. A couple of deep huffs and he was rock hard. He pulled the plug out and pushed his dick inside me. He was straight in balls deep and I groaned with pleasure. He totally got that I was just a hole and commented how he just needed to unload and loose his 9 day cum load. He started pounding my hole and quickly requested I move up on the bed so he could bang me deeper and harder. I did as I was told and he plowed me good. He requested the poppers as he enjoyed cheating in my eager to serve hole. A few quick huffs and he picked up the pace. He made me lay flat and kicked my legs apart and I remember thinking his boyfriends loss is my gain as he fucks real good. He fucked me real hard and gave me plenty of verbal abuse as he worked up to breeding time. With a couple of hard thrust and a verbal, YOU FUVKING SLAG, he shot his load deep in my cunt. I took every last drop of his cheating load. He flexed his dick and he was done. He pulled out and some of his load trickled out of my used cunt. He tagged my ass and called me a whore again and left. Fucking perfect breed!

Part 2 - Movie night and James' audition A couple of weeks after the bar night was the club's movie night. Amir had sent James an address that was located in a residential area on the edge of town. Jock, the owner of the detached house, was at the door. Jock looked like a nice looking man of medium height, about 60 years old. Jock was wearing nothing but really short, thin fabric running shorts that left nothing to James' imagination. Jock gave James a warm welcome and led James from the hall to a room where James could leave his own clothes and belongings. Jock told James that clothing is a personal choice, i.e. you can either be completely nude or wear clothes that feel the most suitable for you. James took off the rest of his clothes but left his jockstraps on. James made his way towards the living room, which was filled with happy murmurs of conversation. In the huge living room there was a large screen, in front of which were sofas, ottomans, a couple of divans and large floor pillows. Men of different looks and ages were sitting everywhere. James estimated that there must have been close to 30 men in the room. Amir got up from the couch to introduce James to the other members of the club. Amir was completely naked and his big cock was semi-erect. Amir said that James is a friend of John and his and is here now trying to see if he can become a member. Amir stood behind James and poked James's buttocks with his semi-hard cock and urged everyone today to thoroughly investigate whether James would be a good member of the club. Amir led James to sit on the couch next to Amir. On the other side of James sat a thin and clearly over 75-year-old man. The man introduced himself as Daniel. Daniel was also only wearing jockstraps. Daniel expressed that he was happy to meet a new young man. Jock began to introduce the film for the movie night. Jock said that today we will watch a documentary film edited by him called Brandon's journey. Jock asked Brandon to come up front. Jock said that Brandon is now a member of the club for the first time and has been a trial member twice before. Today's 25-minute long documentary tells the story of Brandon's journey to becoming a member. All the men cheered and clapped for Brandon and Jock. Jock turned off the lights in the room and pressed the switch for the roller blinds. The living room became dim, because the only light in the room was reflected from the video cannon onto the big screen. The movie started with an interview with Brandon, where Brandon talked about himself. About how they are in an open relationship with a boyfriend. They have made an agreement that they can freely have sex with others, but the condition is that they use prep. Brandon says that he is a versatile 20-year-old who is horny all the time. Brandon says that lately he has been reading a lot of BZ conversion stories and wanted to try positive men. Brandon had commented on Jock's photos on BZ and sent Jock admirer mail, after which Brandon and Jock had started writing horny messages through BZ. Jock had invited Brandon to coffee, where Jock had asked how serious Brandon was about wanting to turn positive himself. Jock had said that Brandon could participate in a sex party where there would only be positive men besides him. But Brandon has to understand that everything happens there unprotected, without prep and it's very risky for Brandon. Next, the video moves to a sex party, where the men of the Daddies club fuck Brandon in all possible positions. Sometimes Brandon is tied up in a sling, sometimes he rides the cock of a man sitting on the couch, and sometimes Brandon is on all fours on the bed and the men take turns fucking the open hole. "Oh my god" and "Oh fuck" come out of Brandon's mouth all the time. In the video, countless loads of hot cum are injected into Brandon's bare hole. Men praise and encourage young poz hungry cum whore. The scene ends when Brandon, completely spent, is lying on the bed on his stomach and sperm is pouring out of his open asshole. Next, Brandon looks disappointed with the result of the HIV test, which is negative. Brandon, naked again, gets fucked. Now he's tied to a fuck bench and the words Poz Loads are written on his back in permanent marker. After each load, a new line was drawn on Brandon's back with a marker. At the end of the video, Jock asks Brandon how he feels now that there are 27 positive loads inside. "I'm happy," replies Brandon. The video ends when, two weeks later, a message appears on Jock's WhatsApp from Brandon, which reads "I have a fever! I think we succeeded.” Jock turns on the lights and pulls Brandon with him in front of everyone and confirms that “Yes, Brandon's second test came out positive yesterday. The membership process of the young cum slut has been successfully completed". The men whistle and clap! The horny movie has made all men's cocks stand up. During the movie, the men on either side of James had moved James' hands to their own cocks, which James had been jerking off during the movie. Now the 75-year-old next to James asked James to sit on his lap. The man's hard cock sank up to the balls in James's ass. James saw all around him being sucked or fucked. Young Brandon fucked Jock on his back on the ottoman in front of everyone. Jock's legs were swinging in the air as Brandon fucked him like a rabbit with his positive cock. James is circulated among men like a prize. The men take turns testing James' cock and asshole. After a couple of hours of fucking, Jock announced that the grill is now hot in the yard and there is food and refreshments available for everyone. James felt like he was among his own as the naked men mingled and dined in Jock's backyard. At some point, Jock wanted to make his voice heard again. The time had come to decide whether James would be accepted as a full member of the club. Jock asked if everyone had time to get to know the new arrival. The men nodded in agreement. Next, Jock asked if anyone objected to James being admitted as a member. No hands went up, after which Jock congratulated James. Fucking, licking, sucking and all kinds of sexual intercourse continued well into the night. In the end, James was going home and estimated that he had gotten at least 8 different sperms in his asshole during the evening. James was happy to be accepted into the club.

I should add that the information in my post above applies to an untreated infection. If a person is diagnosed as HIV -positive, begins treatment, and adheres to that treatment consistently, the answer to how long it takes to get AIDS is: He never will. This is the miracle science has given us, that even though we cannot (yet) remove the Enemy Virus from our bodies, we now have medicines that stop its destructive work so that we never see the end result. I take my pill every single day, without fail, and have done so for more than nine years now. The pill I take is not just a packet of pharmaceuticals to me - it is a dose of Life. Having had an AIDS diagnosis, I will always technically have AIDS, but I will never let it have another chance at killing me.

Note: I didn't write this story. I found this on a website in Brazil, so the story was in Portuguese. I'm just translating it. It's a big story and this is just the first part. If you like it, I'll translate the rest. I'm sorry if my English is not that good. ____________________________________________________ Whenever I do drugs, I get electric and horny as fuck, so today was no different. I started to use co.ke around three in the afternoon and I've already opened the Grindr to see if there was someone to give me dick. A guy from out of town, fucking hot, messaged to me, and we arranged to meet and he was the first. The guy was 25 years old, bearded, thin and around 5,6. Before we started, he said he was addicted to fisting holes and that he had a gel with him that was great for sticking his hand up a man’s ass. I accepted without thinking twice. And the guy knew how to do that, goddamn it. He was patient and calm, and in the end, I found all of his hand and almost half of his arm inside my ass. I was open and swollen, the way a male has to be when another tells him so. In the middle of all that, there was a lot of dirty talk, spitting and armpit licking, because I wanted to smell the scent of a real man. What a delight it was to receive that hand inside me, breaking into my ass, opening me, turning that hole into a cunt of respect. After I was very wide, the man put me on my back and started to push his cock inside me, inch by inch. I felt that big cock poking at me, his pubes hitting my ass. The smell of sex invaded the whole room and, within minutes, he announced that he was cumming. I felt my ass filled with that hot cum with him saying: “Look how nice it is to put my charged load inside that ass. You will be leaking poz cum.” My horniness was unimaginable and with just a handjob I also gushed liters of thick cum. The first guy left and I again started the search for the second one. I chatted with a guy I always have sex with, he's really hot, black, tall and with a 10 inches heavy cock. He has no frills and no shame. When he fucks, he does a lot of damage. In minutes, I was riding a cock again. He treated my ass right, with a lot of pumping. I felt that dick invade my rectum and make it a worthless object, which made me crazy. In the middle of that hot fuck, we were doing it dog style, he held me and announced that he was going to cum: “Take it, your little whore. I’m breeding you good with my poz cum. Take my poz load, son of a bitch. Aids whore.” I left his house quickly, because I already had another fuck scheduled. The was almost hiss neighbor, so I just walked. I left one's house and went to the other. This third guy was a more serious guy, white, angry and brutal. As soon as I entered his apartment, he was already taking my clothes off and saying: “I don’t want to hear your voice today. You will take my cock bare and quiet. If you disobey, it’s going to be a lot worse.” I didn't care about anything anymore, I just wanted to feel more cock inside me. And like magic, I saw stars. The son of a bitch punched his whole dick in one go and started cursing me, saying he knew I already had my ass full of cum and was going to use other people's load as lubricant. I was all open. I was loving to get fucked in that position, face down, that he had put me. The man put all his cock inside me, then he announced that he was cumming. And more of that hot poz sperm went inside me. I got out of there and got back to the Grindr. In less than 20 minutes, I found another man. He was short, he worked out and was very hot. His dick was much smaller than the others, but he knew how to use it as he worked miracles. Everything happened inside his car, and I took the fourth load of the night. After that, I stopped at a park and went to the public bathroom. I waited for about 30 minutes, then a guy came in looking at me from a distance and working his cock inside his pants. That was the sign I had been waiting for. I sucked the man until he came in my mouth, pouring me the purest cum straight from the source. But I was still not satisfied. I wanted more and more and more.

I love the look of a beat up hole that advertises that you're a slut. A lot of guys I find who can't get it up or keep it up are because of drug use.

Hey totally agree 🐷😈

Neg bb bottom here. Pretty much a cumdump and not on prep. Though I do test twice a year. I only do poppers.

------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

Part 5 I get back home, still higher than a kite rapidlly going though Grindr BBRT and A4A. Next guy is a nice muscular Hispanic with a fat cock! I practically beg him to come over and fuck me! He was just working out at the gym and wanted to go home and shower but I told him that a hot sweaty muscular man is my dream! He finally arrives and I’m all peeped and ready to get fucked long and hard! Suddenly my fantasy shatters when he pulls out a damn condom 😔 ... I BEG him to fuck me BB and reassure him I’m clean (I didn’t mention there were like 4 loads already in me 😈). He says condom only, so I reluctantly agree because all I want is dick in my ass! As he slides in I’m suddenly reminded why I HATE condoms! It feels painful and I can feel the barrier that’s preventing my ass from load #5! I beg him to take it off and that it’s not fun for me, but he’s adamant. Being the perverted spun cumslut I am, I decide to back off him and suck some more. While his head is tilted up and eyes closed because he’s loving what I’m doing with my mouth, I nibble the tip of the condom until I feel it split. Immediately I beg him to fuck me again and he does, not noticing the condom had a tiny hole. As he’s fucking me I can literally feel the moment it breaks and his dick is suddenly in me raw! At this point I know that if he pulls out and sees the broken condom I’m not getting his load! So I lay down flat and he goes to town on my ass, he’s fucking me so hard I start to ooze cum from my cock. He keeps fucking and I recognize that familiar feeling when a top is about to shoot, so I reach behind and pull his hips I closer and can feel him shoot his load! My hands behind me on his waist pulling him close to me, his hands on my back and neck shoving me into the couch! SUCSESS, ANOTHER LOAD 😈 When he pulls out, he realized the condom broke. For a moment he is worried, but I reassure him that it broke because of how hard he was fucking me! Suddenly he gets this demonic wild look, pulls out, removers the broken condom, and fucks me again BB!!!! This time he shot a second load within a minute, knowing he was BB! I again reassure him I’m clean and he has nothing to worry about! I look down and see the towel I laid down was full of cum, my cum! He fucked me so well I came hand free, that was something I’ve never experienced! He quickly gets dressed and leaves me laying there in pure extacy and bliss. Since I came you’d think I’d be done, but the power of T was too strong and I wanted more!!!! ... to be continued!

Part 2 After taking my first hit from the pipe solo, I was feeling amazing! My hookup was sitting down messing with his phone, so I asked for another and he said “knock yourself out”. With that permission I lit up again, and again, and again. I was so spun I could feel every part of my body tingling with extacy! I find though that when I get spun, I become meticulous about any rouge puddles in the pipe, particularly where the stem meets the bowl. I like having all my dope together (don’t ask me why, it’s just my thing). So I am lighting and heating up the area where the stem meets the pipe over and over and over again trying to get this fucking shard to melt and join the rest where it belongs! After a while it slowly starts to roll down, and with that the main puddle starts to heat and smoke. You think I’m letting that smoke go to waste??? Fuck no! I hit the pipe again! I heat up the top and sides of the bowl to get those rouge puddles and hit again. I heat up the lower part of the stem and hit again. Now I’m higher than a kite wanting nothing more than to be the nastiest slut I can be. I set the pipe down to cool off, but there’s still more that needs to be done! I take the pipe by the bowl heating up the end of the stem where there’s still rouge puddles. I put the opening of the bowl up to my nose and inhale the smoke that’s created from the stem, switch nostrils and do it again. Let the pipe cool for a minute, make sure it doesn’t explode or burn me, and do one final evaluation. I wipe off any remaining soot and before you know it this pipe is as clear as a new one, minus the single puddle of dope I’ve worked so hard to gather into one. Now I’m feeling so high I want to take anything in my ass just to satisfy the uncontrollable urge! Luckily by then my visitor is wondering what the hell im doing, and I present him with a pristine pipe ready for use. I must have smoked most of what he put in there because he wanted to load it again with some more shards but i begged him to let me do it because I just cleaned the damn thing and he’ll just fuck it all up! I grad a straw, cut it, get the shards in there enough to where they’re not even hanging out, and load the bowl with perfection! Heat it up, take a hit and pass the pipe to him. After he hits three times and shot guns three times to me I’m on the couch with my ass lubed, porn playing, and putting toys in there to satisfy my craving until he gets hard! I suck him for maybe a minute until I mentionton that since I smoked so much of his dope that I am submitting to him in any way and until he feels I’ve paid off my debt with my body, my holes, my everything! It belong to him! That got him hard as a rock and he immediately proceeds to flip me over face down and shove his cock right in balls deep with only my spun spit as lube for his cock. Then he grabs my head, shoves it into the pillows and starts wrecking my hole and smacking me with the other! He’s pissed that I smoked so much and he intended to make me pay as long as HE wanted. He made it clear I had no say for a while! I feel his hot sweaty balls hitting me with each thrust and that only adds to my extacy! At one point he’s fucking me while I’m on my back and I’m on Grinder, A4A, and BBRT looking for more tops to use me as he instructed! ... to be continued.

Raleigh here wanna meeT up?

Not quite sure how to answer the question… I had my first sexual experience in 1990 at the height of the AIDS crisis. I was pretty adamant about using condoms 'cause getting HIV was a literal death sentence back then. BUT I'd often do 2-3 strokes raw and then put on the condom. But I'm not sure 2-3 strokes counts as bareback sex when you then put on a condom. In terms of zero condom sex it was definitely unplanned. There was this guy I hooked up with (in either 1990 or 1991) who was a trainer at one of the gyms in Hells Kitchen (so great body). I fucked him with a condom (and probably did the 2-3 strokes of raw), then he fucked me (I was pretty vers back then). He probably started with a few strokes of raw, then he resisted putting on a condom when I asked him to rubber up. I was pretty nervous and kept asking him to put one on. He kept saying he'd pull out before he came. Then he pulled out and came like a 1/2 second later. In hindsight I probably got part of his load in my ass. I was pretty furious with him and left. In terms of intentionally going bareback I didn't do that until a few years later (1995). I had this rebound relationship right after my lover died of AIDS and the guy was a voracious bottom who talked me into going raw. We both got tested and then after that never used condoms. I loved the sensation of fucking him raw after all those years of condoms and basically dumped as many loads as I could in his ass the months we were together. When we broke up and I started hitting the bathhouses again it was really hard to rubber up since bareback felt so much better and more and more I found myself fucking anonymous cumdumps raw.

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.