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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….

I can travel and really needing to increase my buddies /regular breeding buddies as a couple have got in to serious relationships lately. Prefer smooth

I want to fuck a pierced hole. (Said no top ever)

Cool. Never been to Cine Savoy, maybe will try next time.

I like my size 15 feet worshipped.

The question at the top of the poll is not quite the same as the question in the poll. One asks whether we’ve ever ‘inflated’ the number of loads in us, while the other asks simply whether we’ve ever lied about it. One could lie in order to deflate the number. Or, one could inflate the number by truthfully including one’s own load after inserting it into one’s own ass, even though that’s not exactly an honest tally of the number of loads fucked in by others. If you fed your own load into your ass just to get a fuck from a Top who wanted preloaded hole, some would consider that a lie, others not.

Parker O’Zayle was on edge. The day’s events had made it clear that Dr Prep had once again found a way to disguise himself to the weak minded, making them vulnerable to his influence even when their intentions were good. Clearly he had found another source of adavurt, and until that was located and destroyed, the city was at risk. Normally stripping out of the Virus suit and lighting up a cigarette helped Parker relax after a tough day, but today it was not working. The hum and occasional spark from his pendant gave him some reassurance that the HIVe was still collecting new members at a healthy rate, and while that continued his powers would be sustained. But the prospect of the Doctor’s disruption spreading across the region was too concerning, particularly if it reduced his ability to counter the trouble. He booted up his tablet to see if he could start to find any patterns in the recent anomalies. Most had been isolated incidents that he had initially put down to fanatical followers of the Doctor’s teachings, but the incident at the Frat House had made him realise that the head honcho was back in business and as such the data could shed some light on where to find him. An hour later, Parker put his head back and groaned in frustration. He could see nothing jumping out of the info he had on his tablet, and without some idea of what the method was in the Doctor’s madness, he would always be on the back foot. Perhaps Isaac would be able to find something that he couldn’t, but he would have to wait a while for that. Those two Swedish tourists Isaac had picked up on the way home would be in his room for a while, and Parker knew better than to disturb The Gift when he was working at what he did best. Still, at least he would feel many more surges of virality go through him before the night was out, as the HIVe welcomed a pair of Stockholm’s finest into its ranks. Still, he needed something more. He needed his own release, to clear his head and hopefully enable him to come up a way to get ahead of Dr Prep. Almost as soon as he thought that, he felt the rod come alive where it was resting against the wall, and he got up and went over to it. He grasped it tightly, closed his eyes, and issued a command. “I need three.” The rod flashed white, its tendrils giving a brief whirl, and then it fell back into dormancy. He leaned it back against the wall, and then went through into the main cavern where Brandon and Brendon were waiting. “Guys” he said, “I’ve got some visitors coming. See that they find their way to the playroom.” “Yes boss” they said in unison, each giving him a wry smile. Parker nodded at them, and then made his way upstairs to the basement level of the mansion. He headed down a corridor, and opened the door to his favourite room in the whole place. —— It was working. As one hunk’s tight hole gripped his cock, another’s impressive dick stretched Parker’s own rear end nice and wide, and the third one’s monstrous member filled his throat, Parker could feel the worries of the day dissipate. A few hours here seeding these men and getting bred in turn by them would be enough to sort him out, with the added bonus that his rod had sent him three who were yet to ascend. His most potent of seeds would surely add them to the membership before the night was over, which would give him the extra power boost that only a conversion at his own hands could generate. By morning he would be ready to devise a plan, but now he needed to focus. The negative hole he was in was primed and ready, and it was time to poz… Stay tuned for more!

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 😉

I took 62 loads in 2023 which is the most taken since I started keeping tally in 2019. That means I’ve taken more than one load a week even though it doesn’t feel like I’m getting it that frequently! I bottomed 202 times in 2023 so taking a load every 3 or 4 times guys fucked me.

That's my cunt. I do shave it sometimes

It wouldn't put me off. If you are a bottom, all I will be interested in is your cunt. It also stops you playing with your cock when I am fucking you.

Probably Pigs at the Hoist. There are numerous scenes and a plethora of men that send shivers through my balls in my spine!

I woke up during the late afternoon, and hauled myself off the bed. I padded through to the bathroom, took off the leather restraints and got into the shower for the second time that day, this time to clean up the remnants of the latest set of guys to use me. Once finished and towel-dried, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for a while. There I was, still the same guy on the outside, but now changed in so many other ways. No longer a straight guy who liked to have some fun with other men between relationships. Probably on my way to having HIV. Happy. Yes, happy. A man who is attracted to women should not be pleased about resigning himself to a life of being used by other men, but I could not deny that the decisions I had taken over the last few hours had calmed something inside me. Maybe, I wondered, this was a sign that I wasn't so straight after all, if I ever was. But yet, even in that moment of staring at whoever it was I had become, I could not deny that it was women who got me aroused. I chuckled to myself as I thought of what a psychoanalyst would do with someone whose wiring was so clearly messed up. Then there was the virus. I don't know how many of the loads I had taken on the heath had been toxic, but every single one that had gone inside me in that bedroom this morning had been. My hole had been roughed up by all those piercings, and I could not see how I was headed for anything except conversion. I had heard about some sort of drug that you could take, a bit like a morning after pill, but it did not seem to register that this was an option for me. I was going to become poz, and that's all there was to it. This was all a bit too much to think about, so I shook my head and then looked around the bathroom. I was pleased, perhaps a bit surprised, to see my watch, chains, wallet and other bits still sitting on the countertop where I had dumped it all while my clothes were put into the machine, so I re-blinged and then carried the rest back out into the bedroom. It was then that I noticed my clothes neatly folded on a chair, so clearly one of the hosts had slipped in while I was passed out. That was sweet, I thought. I got myself dressed, and then decided to open up the doors into the garden so I could have a cigarette. I wasn't sure where my hosts were, but a bit of nicotine was needed before I headed upstairs to investigate. I should probably go home too, I decided. I enjoyed the smoke in the warm afternoon sun, so lit another shortly after. Once that was done, I went back through the bedroom and upstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, the pierced guy emerged from what I could see was a big kitchen. "Ah, there's our juicy cumdump" he said, smirking at me. "Hi" I said. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Not sure" I replied. "A bit sore." "Well, not too sore I hope" he said, his expression now taking on a bit of a leer. "We have plans for you." "You do?" I asked, rather hesitantly. "Hell yes" he said. "The video from this morning are already very popular, so you're much in demand." "Video?" I croaked. "Oh yes" he said, grinning. "Every moment was captured and live-streamed, and the recording has got very popular in even just a few hours." I gulped. OK, it was one thing to have submitted myself to that gangbang, but another for it to be out there in full public view. "You...you filmed it?" I asked. "Can...can you see my face?" "Of course" he replied, as though it was nothing. "Pozzing videos are always more popular when you can see the bottom accepting their fate." At this point I mentally shut down. Somewhere, out there, was a video showing me willingly taking toxic load after toxic load. Whatever hazy plans I may have had about keeping my new life from my friends and family, there was now a good chance that my cover was going to be blown. My cousin, my sister's brother-in-law, even one of the two gay guys on my football team. Any of them could be into this stuff. "What's more" the pierced guy continued, "we've had an offer in from an acquaintance of ours who rather enjoyed having something to watch with his lunch." "What kind of offer?" I asked, glancing back up at him after staring at the floor for quite a while. "Well, he's got a load of guys assembling at his club tonight for a bit of fun together, and he thinks you will be the perfect star attraction." He paused, perhaps waiting for me to say something. "You know, sort of a live-action sequel to this morning." "Oh god" I sighed, looking back down. "You said you were free all weekend" he suggested. "No real reason to leave those guys unsatisfied, is there?" "I was going to go home" I mumbled. He walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son" he said, causing me to look up at him. "You bent over a log on the heath and took what was coming to you for hours last night. You didn't fight when we suggested you lie down on the bed and take on another group of men this morning. This is who you are. Just embrace it." "I'm straight" I croaked out. "Yeah, well, boo for you" he said, smiling warmly at me. "You're a cumdump, soon to be a poz cumdump. Anything else is just a distraction." I stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked back down to the floor. "Good lad" he said, patting my shoulder a couple of times. "Now, seeing as you're not going anywhere, why don't I make you a drink or two before we get you ready for tonight." "I'm hungry" I said, still looking at the floor. "For food" I added, feeling I needed to clarify what I meant. "OK" he said, "but we can't be filling you up, not with what you've got ahead of you." He turned and went back into the kitchen, and I paused for a moment before following him in to see his partner sitting at a big glass dining table reading a newspaper. "We on?" he asked, looking up at the pierced guy. "We're on" he replied, grinning at his partner. "Good lad" said the other, turning to looking at me. Good boy. Good lad. I was starting to feel like a pet dog to these two. But hey, I guess that's what I was sort of becoming...

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

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.

Definitely unplanned. The whole encounter wasn’t planned at all, at least on my part. I was drinking with a guy in my dorm my freshman year of college. The more we drank, the more he would find reasons for touching me. Being the naive 18 year old I was back then, I didn’t know any better and after I was nice and drunk, he began to grope me and tell me how hard I made him. He started to kiss me, almost forcefully before he pulled out a massive 10 inch dick. I struggled to take all of him in my mouth so he pushed me down on his bed and started working fingers into my hole. I was so drunk that I didn’t really know what to think or do and ended up going with it. It wasn’t until he was trying to get his cock inside of me that I realized what was happening and that he wasn’t even wearing a condom. I only used condoms back then and started to panic a bit. It took forever for me to open up enough and I remember feeling like he was spending hours pounding me and splitting me open. When he finally came, I remember how amazing it felt, having him shoot his load inside of me and how he would keep fucking me after he came too. It made me love raw cock and for the next two years we kept this up, always raw and always hot.

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

Dad’s Basement - Part Seven I was almost asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me. Opening my eyes, I discovered it was Dad. He turned me on my side and moved in behind me. His head was next to mine, his mouth near my ear. He started to lick it, then bit my lobe gently. This sent chills through my body. His hand was around my cock, gently stroking it. It was slowly responding, inching back to life. “Daddy’s hard, Son.” I reached back and felt his rock hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it from base to head. “Need your hole, Son.” He inched closer to me, lifting my one leg up, exposing my puffy hole. He licked his finger, then rubbed my hole, wetting it. “Let me just put the head in, Son.” I aimed his big cock at my hole, rubbing it against it, feeling the pre-cum slicking up the skin. “Slide it in, Son.” Dad's voice was all but pleading for me to take his big hard cock again in my hole. Placing his cock head into position, I pushed back so his head was pressuring my puckered ring. Again Dad noted "It's so hard, Son.” Taking the cue, I pushed back more, feeling more of the tip enter me. The soreness increased from the pressure of his cock head. His chest pressed more against my back. “Pop Daddy’s head in, Son.” I pushed back more allowing my hole to stretch more over his cock head. Slowly my hole sucked in the swollen head of his cock, popping over the ridge. “Hot, damn, Son!” Dad moaned as I pulled forward again, pulling my hole against the raised ridge of his cock, teasing him. His rebuke was immediately forthcoming: “Stop teasing Daddy, Son.” I pushed back taking about an inch of shaft into my hole. Daddy moaned "I can't take this, Son.” So naturally I pushed back more, which enabled about two inches more of his shaft to slip into my hole, then pulling forward until just his head was inside. With every move, the soreness increased. “Take all of Daddy!” I slowly rocked back and forth, just moving just millimeters on his cock, rubbing my puffy hole near the ridge of his cock head. His breathing turned shallow, increasing in rhythm. Dad’s hand let go of my cock, moved to a flat position in my crotch hair. He pushed me back, trying to push my hole down his cock shaft as he begged "Please!" Taking a deep breath, I pushed all the way back onto his rock hard cock. His crotch hair pressed against my hole, he raised my leg higher, exposing my hole to the room. He slowly pulled out until he reached his cock head, then drove it deep inside me. He moved his arm from my crotch under me, positioning it on my chest. His cock slowly pounded my hole. I moved his hand to my mouth, where I sucked in one of his fingers, taking it down to the knuckle. Closing my eyes, I continued to suck as he fucked my sore hole. I moaned more and more as my Dad’s cock slid in and out of my hole. It was becoming very slick with the cum that was in me. I could hear sucking noising coming from my ass. Dad’s cock would pop out and then plunge back in. I could hear the air escaping from my hole with each plunge in. Dad’s chest was vibrating from the growling he was doing. He was lost in pleasure. His balls teased up more and more with his fucking, until he slide in completely, shooting his poz load deep inside me for the third time that night. I released his finger, grabbed his hand in mine as he lowered my leg. His cock still deep in my hole. Sleep came fast for both of us!

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.

Chapter IV. HUNG DAD told me I should go to the bathroom and see if my boy was ready to work that pig hole out of his ass. He thought I might be in more need of it than him. My boy was in the shower so I climbed in the shower with him, knelt down, and asked him to push back like he was taking a shit. I got my hands soapy and worked my fingers in beside that rubbery pig hole. Eventually, after much moaning, it started to ease its way out. I hadn’t realized how deep it went. It must have been seven inches into his ass, tapering at the head just like a real cock. When it finally plopped out, my boy groaned with a mix of delight and hunger. I knew he wanted that full feeling again, always. I rinsed out his ass with my tongue and my soapy fingers. Globs of cum ran out of his hole making me totally hard again. "FILL ME UP," he commanded. I slid my dick into his gaping hole, but he couldn’t even feel it. Unsatisfied, he tried to clench down on me, and his hole closed, but not nearly enough to get me off. I suggested he take a break and keep that hole ready for the BB BBQ to come. The pig hole had been in the bottom of the tub and was more or less clean and ready to slide up my ass. We tried inserting it, but I was just too tight. We toweled each other off and headed back to the living room hoping that HUNG DAD would help slide that rubber monstrosity into me. He was gone, but had left us a note which read 'MEET AT WILL’S AT 7:00 PM. HAVE YOUR HOLES WET AND READY'. We smiled, both knowing we were in for some an extended adventure, so prudently we headed upstairs to take a nap. We had set an alarm for 6:30, or we might have slept late. Arising, we again rinsed ourselves, which were a bit sweaty from having tossing around in bed, too turned on to sleep deeply. Slipping into our respective jockstraps, we took a few minutes to ate each other’s ass, and to lube each other - just to be ready for the night's festivities. Our jockstraps matched; they were ones we’d purchased for our anniversary. We topped the look off with short running shorts and thought we’d go shirtless. I made sure to grab a six-pack of beer bottles, removing one so there was a spare slot to carry the pig hole with us. W e held hands on the short walk to Will’s house. When we got there, there was no one inside, but we heard voices and laughter from the backyard. We walked around the house and saw Jimmy, HUNG DAD, Will, and a few other guys drinking beer from bottles and cajoling one another. All were shirtless, and Jimmy was in his jockstrap, with his blindfold tucked in at the back covering his surely stretched-out hole. We shook hands with Will and HUNG DAD, and Jimmy grinned sideways at us. Will introduced us to his buddies, and they were all smiles. There was Sam, an older guy with big meaty pecs and an even bigger belly. Sam licked his lips when he shook hands with my boy. There were three or four other guys there, all a bit heavyset and around Will’s and HUNG DAD’s age. I thought I had seen one or two of them at the hardware store on trips to pick up supplies. I was pretty sure I’d checked them out while looking for screws and nails. We knew that we were all here for a BB BBQ and excited to make new friends. Will threw some burgers and brats on the grill and suggested we all get to know each other. Standing at the grill, he shucked down his shorts, letting his big cock flop out. He tossed his shorts to Jimmy and suggested that he keep the patio from being cluttered with discarded clothing. Jimmy nodded, and went guy-to-guy collecting their clothes. "You’ll get these back tomorrow," he said to one guy as he pulled his pants down. Once we were all down to jocks or naked, HUNG DAD forced Jimmy down to his knees, saying "You remember Sam, right? Get Sam nice and wet so he can start this fuck party deep in your ass, boy!" Jimmy nodded and sunk to the ground, swallowing Sam’s cock to the root. Sam was a thick guy with a gut and chest covered in grey hair. He had massive paws that he used to force Jimmy’s head down so he could really skullfuck him. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, and he didn’t gag at all as he took that cock balls deep down his throat. HUNG DAD nodded to me and pointed to his cock. I took the hint, and forced my boy down onto HUNG DAD’s rapidly hardening manhood. I was about to go down on Will at the grill when he pointed to the kitchen screen door. Hours earlier, my boy and I had walked through that same screen door and into a new life. When I saw who was standing there, I realized why we’d been invited to the country in the first place. Standing totally nude in the doorway was the man who owned the house we’d rented for the summer. We hadn’t seen Mack since we’d agreed to rent the house. He lived in our co-op back in the city, and we’d seen him out and about less and less recently. He’d been dealing with some illness that seemed to leave him weaker and thinner each time we saw him. That was why the house had fallen behind on repairs, and why he’d offered it to us at a crazy low rate if we’d fix it up… or so we thought. Mack was a little guy, maybe three or four inches shorter than my boy, and I’d never seen him shirtless before, let alone naked. He had all of his body hair shaven off, even his pubes. With his bald head, and trim lean body, he looked like a miniature skinny Mr. Clean. What wasn’t miniature or skinny was his ten-inch hard cock, sticking straight out. It looked even bigger and thicker than Will’s epic schlong. Will chuckled saying "I think you boys know our old buddy, Mack." My boy pulled off of HUNG DAD’s cock to say a quick hello, as if he was just a friendly neighbor and not a cock-hungry slut. Mack smiled and waved, then smiled at me and reached down to grab his cock. Mack was skinnier than I remembered him, maybe even a bit frail. There was nothing sickly about his mammoth cock, and I did my best to show him a good time. I managed to get the head and a bit of the shaft down my throat and felt proud of myself. Everyone stood there in silence with Sam, HUNG DAD, and Mack getting deep-throated while the other guys stood around and jerked off. It felt nice having an audience. Meanwhile, Will kept the grill going, flipping burgers and whistling to himself. He cut the gas off and closed the lid, announcing "The meat will need a few minutes. Wanna say we get this BB BBQ started?" The guys cheered him on, grabbing me, my boy, and Jimmy and tossing us over the picnic table. We were lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, ass up. Mack went down on my hole, as Sam started to devour Jimmy’s butt, and HUNG DAD on my boy. I knew they were opening all three of us up to take raw dick. I felt Mack replacing his tongue with his fingers, first one, then two, then three. I heard myself groaning in pleasure, but my boy went strangely quiet. He had his brown furrowed, really concentrating on opening up. When Mack was satisfied, he pulled HUNG DAD off of my boy and lined up his epic cock with my boy’s hole, now opened and glistening with spit. Mack looked over at me and raised an eyebrow, asking "A little help here, please?" I grabbed his thick bare cock and helped ease it into my boy. HUNG DAD seemed miffed to have had his toy taken away and walked over to me, but honestly, HUNG DAD didn’t stand a chance of getting his cock into me, not without some work. He saw the pig hole we’d borrowed from Will and grabbed it. HUNG DAD spit into my upturned ass and tried to force it into me. I was happy to be opened up, but kind of disappointed that the intense action at my own backdoor was preventing me from watching my boy take Mack’s raw cock for the first time, or was it? Mack leaned forward as he kept driving more and more of that raw dick into my boy. "Fuck, boy. I’ve wanted your hole again for so long." Again, I thought 'Once in the laundry room wasn’t nearly enough'. My boy grunted in approval of Mack's comment. "You were so tight. I knew my buddies up here in the country would help open you up and get you ready for our potent seed." My boy sighed again. Will appeared at the other side of the table and slid his cock into my boy’s mouth. I was watching my boy get fucked at both ends by surely the biggest cocks he’d ever taken. And my boy was loving it. HUNG DAD slapped his dick against my hole and tried to jam his head into me, but I was still too tight. He had found some lube and forcefully jammed the pig hole all the way into me. I howled with pleasure and pain. Satisfied that I had it as deep as it would go, he spanked me a little and walked away to pull Sam’s face out of Jimmy’s ass only to hand Jimmy the blindfold with the instruction "Get ready. You know what’s coming, boy." Jimmy tied the blindfold around his face as Sam re-positioned himself, his wet cock sliding down Jimmy’s throat. One of the other guys got behind me, and another in front. I was glad that it was the guy with a normal cock, even if I couldn’t remember his name. He slid into the pig hole. Even though his dick was more or less average, the pig hole had me more opened up than I’d ever been. As much as that freaked me out, I took pride knowing that my boy was even more stretched out, taking Mack’s raw cock to the root and Will’s tool down his throat. Will and Mack went to town on both ends of my boy. When Will was close to cumming, he pulled out and walked around to my boy’s ass. Mack took a break and walked over to his face. I realized that my boy had cheated on me with Mack at some point, and I knew I want get that whole story sometime, but I was too busy getting raw-fucked to play detective. The guy inside me picked up his pace and I knew he close to breeding me. I tried to clamp down on the pig hole and concentrate on the dick slapping against my lips. With the pig hole, I couldn’t feel his cock swell, or even the cum start to shoot out, but I could feel a wetness deep inside, and I was proud of myself. The guys switched places and I focused on cleaning off the cock that just bred me, not even sure of either guy’s name. Someone else slid into me as I heard Will cumming inside my boy, filling him up the same way he did Jimmy this morning, stretched out and raw. Even though it was Will’s second load directly deposited into my boy’s hole, I thought it must be different now that my boy was opened up and the pig hole was not in the way. The pig hole didn’t seem to bother the guy topping me. He held onto my hips and shot off deep inside me. Again, I could only sense his pace and breathing change and then felt that familiar dampness. Mack walked back around and grabbed Will’s dick as it plopped out of my boy’s hole. He cupped his hand under my boy’s ass as globs of Will's cum drooled out, using Will’s seed to get his cock extra slippery, only to slide his whole thing into my boy. Now that I was freshly bred with two strangers’ loads, and still stuffed with the pig hole, they turned the attention to HUNG DAD really going to town on his son’s upturned ass. I knelt down with my face right beside Mack’s cock as it slid and out of my boy’s unprotected ass. Mack shivered and rammed forward, breeding my boy with his big cock, my face just inches away. I moaned as Mack kept sliding in and out, white cum foam puddling out of my boy’s hole and onto Mack’s dick. When Mack slowly pulled out of my boy, He slid it right into my mouth as Will lowered his face to my boy’s ass and lapped away. I cleaned Mack’s cock as he slapped my cheeks with it and then down my cum-hungry throat. HUNG DAD fired his load into Jimmy’s ass and let Sam have a turn. My boy got on his knees to help HUNG DAD clean up. When my boy’s mouth was sloppy with cum he looked up, with lust in his eyes and said, simply, "Thanks for inviting us," and then resumed savoring HUNG DAD’s cock. Mack patted me on the back, saying, “I knew you both had what it takes. You keep sharing your holes, and you’ll join the brotherhood before you know it." I smiled, and then wondered to myself if ‘the brotherhood’ was coded language. Was Mack getting sicker because he was POZ too? Is that how HUNG DAD would have met him in our living room? To be continued…

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Riding the Devil – Part 2A: Return to NYC I was just back home in NYC from my trip to LA. It was early Saturday afternoon; I just got into the cab after having taken the redeye from LA. I was tired, very tired starting down that long road, detoxing from over five days of enhanced play with this amazing man I met, Nick. In the bottom of my carryon, sitting on the seat next to me and covered by a black towel, was this monster of a double-headed dildo. It was easily the bigger brother of the one Nick and I finally mounted together in our final and prolonged reverie. I held the note that was attached to it in my hand, fondling it between my fingers. I lifted it to my nose, and it smelled amazingly like lube, Crisco, and Nick. I drifted off to sleep, and was awakened as the cab stopped in front of my apartment house on the East Side of Manhattan. I dragged myself into the lobby and up the elevator. I entered the apartment, dropped my clothes in the hallway leading to the bathroom, and took a very hot, bath. After 20 minutes, I finally slide into bed. When I woke the following day and it was well into the late afternoon. I was feeling much better, dumped by dirty my dirty laundry into the washer, and put the “Devil” in a draw under my platform bed. Monday was a workday, and I had to be at least in some semblance of order. I was wandering around the apartment and saw that there were messages on my cell phone. Several were from friends wondering how my trip was and when I was getting home. The last was from Nick, checking in and making certain that I arrived home safely. I sent a text message, saying all was well but there was trouble on the plane. I had to pay for a “second seat to accommodate my loose and sloppy rosebud.” Moments later a reply text appeared saying, “Tough Luck, Pig!” I sat at the computer to check my email. Among them email was one from our HR Department at work, confirming that I had a week’s vacation approved and starting the following Saturday, right after my Friday graveyard shift at the hospital. With nothing else to do for the remainder of the day, I got through the mail and cleaned up the apartment while musing about the LA play session. Being worked up, over the next three hours I penned the story, “Riding the Devil.” I then sent it over to Nick for comment. Two hours later, an extensively redlined Word document appeared in my inbox. Looking it over, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. I got his voice mail, so I left the message, “FUCK YOU, PIG! I’m going to tell the story my way!” and hung up. Two days later, I posted the story online. The responses were astonishing. The workweek was busy, between the normal workload there was lots of catch up, and then the attempt to do the next week’s work as well. It was late the following Friday (actually early Saturday morning), and I was about to head home after my shift at work. As always, I did one final check of my email before leaving. There was just one new message from a vaguely familiar email address. Checking it out, it was from this hot man, Jim, an amazing fuck/fist buddy. I hadn’t heard from him for well over 5 years. He had move out of NYC shortly after 9/11 to somewhere in New England. The message said he found my name as an author of a very nasty online story and wanted to know how I was doing. It included a 914 area-code phone number, definitely an NYC cell phone. As I left work, I called his number. The phone was answered on the second ring. It was Jim’s deep bass voice, saying that he knew I would call after reading his message. We spoke for over an hour as I drove back to the City. He told me that he had a party going on at his place, but was not getting much action, and wanted to know if I could join him. I told him that I was wiped-out from the long workweek, and needed some sleep. He insisted that I join him and said that he had “stuff” and “things” that would certainly wake me up. I told him that I would head home, park the car, shower / clean out, and grab a cab to the party. I asked where the party was, and he gave me an address in Tribeca. His parting comment was “BRING THE DEVIL!” Well that certainly perked my interest! I arrived home, parked the car, and went up to the apartment. I quickly showered, dressed in jeans, a “Fist” tee shirt, and a leather jacket. I filled a large duffle bag with some of my favorite toys and “things.” It was nearly 4am, walked down to 2nd Avenue, found one of the few cabs on the street, climbed in, and headed downtown. Due to the very light traffic found myself standing in front of a dark, old, and apparently deserted factory / loft building on Vestry Street down by the old Westside Highway. On the recessed doorframe, one small dimly lighted button was the only light on the entire façade. I pressed it, thinking I could always call Jim, if no one answered. I pushed the button, the door buzzed, and I pushed it open. The hallway was dark, with a single dim bulb hanging in an old and unsafe looking freight elevator. I stepped in, pulled up the gate, and rode up to the only other floor in the building. The elevator opened onto a well-furnished loft, but no one was there. A deep throbbing base could be heard from the across the open space, and I followed the sound. As I got to a small doorway in the opposite wall, Jim appeared in the opening, a broad grin evident on his face. He was wearing a tight flitting harness, pair of red steel bands on his biceps and several ball stretchers on his nut sack. He grabbed me and gave me a huge bear hug. He was a large man with a big beer belly. He had a very full beard and a shaved head, sporting 0-gage nipple rings, and a 00-gage PA in his semi-hard cock. A large tribal tattoo covered his arms, chest and groin. He led me to his “sleeping area,” where a handcrafted four-posed bed stood. We sat on the bed and talked for while. He handed me a glass of orange juice laced with GHB, just to get me in the mood. I also downed a couple of pro-offered X tabs, and I was ready to play. Shedding my clothes and donned a pair of nipple clamps with an attached chain behind my nipple piercings, a steel cock ring, and a tight pair of chaps. I lay back on the bed, and Jim gave along side of me and gave me a long long kiss. He said, “It’s been way to long, Mike. We should have gotten together again years ago,” and started sucking on my nipples and working my cock. The X started to kicked in and before I realized it, we were 69ing working each other’s cocks, nipples, and asses. Poppers and grease were found, and we started to work in earnest. We were at it for quite a while, enjoying the body contact and making up for lost time. We stopped for a break and some water. Then he asked if I wanted to join the party that had been going on for several hours. “FUCK YEA,” I said. He warned me that the two other men at the party had read my story. He said that after reading the story, he combed the West Village for his own Devil, and purchased the largest he could find. The other two men had brought their own as well. He reached down, pulled a bag to the bed, and dumped out its contents. The dildo was large and impressive, just over two and a half feet in length with a four-inch diameter. I reached down, pulled my bag up from the floor, and dumping its contents. There lay the “Devil’s Older and Meaner Brother, ” just over four feet in length and just under five inches in diameter with a six inch knot in the center. Jim just grunted and said that he just managed to take the smaller dildo, although he was not “enhanced” at the time. He looked at me wondering if I could take the giant. Reading his mind, I said, “I don’t know. The one I played with in LA was not as big. The length definitely would not be a problem, but the diameter maybe.” We climbed down from his bed, and he led me down the stairs to a small doorway cut into the brick wall. On the other side was a large room that occupied the entire second story of the adjacent building. The entire area was semi-darkness, illuminated by high set factory windows in the south facing wall. Lights were placed strategically around the room to give it a dark foreboding feel. Most of the walls were wall painted black, covered with graffiti and hand painted murals of masculine men in all modes of play and depravity. The room was divided into a number of play areas, with an assortment of benches, bed, restraining devices, and floor pads. Lining the walls and center of the room were racks and racks and racks of toys. Jim and I entered the room. I looked out over the play area. Two men were playing hard in the semi-darkness. Riding the Devil – Part 2B: Conn does Bob One man, his body complete covered from his head / face to his toes, in what appeared to be liquid latex, was lying on a four-posted bed, arms and legs bound to the posts with his legs elevated about two feet above his head. He was a huge man, I guess him to be about 6-4 and well over 250 to 270 pounds. He was very well muscled with a very slim waist, which could not have been more than 32 inches. His arms were huge as was his chest. His cock stood bolt upright, straining against its latex sheath. It was extra fat and well over 12 inches in length. The latex had been removed from the head of the cock, and it stood in sharp contract to the black background. Looking more closely, I noticed that his black body was topped off by a tight slick black hood covering his entire head with no eye openings and only his mouth showing. Tubes ran from each of his nostrils into a hanging bottle that could only be poppers. Small slits were cut into the latex over his pierced nipples; each contained a 0 ga steel ring about an inch in diameter. Each nipple ring was pulled taught and wide, tied to a stretched bungee cord connected to an overhead bar. He was being “attended” by a bulky well-muscled man, no taller than four and a half feet in height. He looked Mongolian, with an intense domineering no nonsense attitude. His long hair was pulled back and braided, reaching just below his ass. He was wearing a large nose ring that would have made a Brahma bull jealous, and a huge set of nipple rings. His large black beard was also tightly braided extending down to his waist. He was wearing nothing but a harness that terminated in a leather strap. The strap was connected to a large cock ring that was slipped behind his enormous semi-hard cock. At its end was a 00 ga PA. The ring could have been larger, but it was difficult to tell, based on the size of his cock and my distance from it. I was going to make sure that that problem was corrected and soon. He easily moved around the latex man, making minor adjustments to the restraints and the man’s exposed asshole. He unwrapped a block of Crisco and worked it into the bound man’s ass. Next to the bed was a tray containing two loaded points, several alcohol wipes, and a length of rubber tubing. The small man moved to his partner’s ear and yelled something. His ears must have been plugged. I heard something about a “surprise” that the man needed. The man nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement. Attendant then tied off the outstretched arm with the rubber tube and picked up one points. Below the tie, was a small patch of latex was missing. He carefully swabbed the exposed skin and surrounding latex. The bound man feeling the coolness on his arm, again nodded in approval, as the point was pushed home finding a vein. The plunger was slowly pulled back and red tendrils appeared in the tube. With no hesitation, the plunger was depressed, pushing the “surprise” home. Within 30 seconds, there was a loud cough and the man wiggled his ass and moaned. The beefy man then picked up the rubber tube again, tied off his arm, picked up the last point, and did himself. Putting down his tools, he deftly climbed up on the bed, straddling the latex giant’s head. He untied the man’s hands, moved the two bungee cords further apart on the overhead bar (further stretching over stretched nipples, making him wince), and then he forced open the man’s mouth with is fingers. He pushed his large PA and then semi-bloated cock down the man’s throat, as it began to swell. The bound man gagged as he took a large hit of poppers from his nose tube, and downed the entire cock to its base. The hairy man then lay down on the giant’s chest and swallowed the rigid latex cock facing him to its base, with the catheter in place. Very impressive! The latex man lifted his arms hugging the smaller man, and pulling him tightly to his chest. Over time, he started to work the ass perched over his head. Roughly spreading the cheeks, he worked the rosebud he could not see. Jim moved over to assist with these efforts, and I moved to assist the smaller man. Jim covered his man’s hand then arm with Crisco. I pushed a spill proof popper bottle into my man’s hand; the he took several large hits, and looked up to me nodding his thanks. Jim watched as the black enormous hand relentlessly worked the smaller man’s hole, and added J-Lube and grease as needed to assure a successful entry. With a shutter from the smaller man’s ass, the lips parted, and the latex man’s hand then arm gained entry. The pushing continued until he could not move deeper due to the angle of attack. All that time, I watched as the smaller man relentlessly worked the larger man’s hole while still sucking on the engorged cock. But he was having trouble gaining entry because of the angle. I moved over to assist him by adding grease to his hand, and then filling the larger man’s hole with Lube. I heard the larger man take a hit of poppers and heard him slowly expel it. I grabbed and elevated the smaller man’s elbow and helped him drive his enormous fist deep into his prey. The Bottom visibly shuttered as the large hairy fist and then his massive forearm disappeared into the tunnel. Jim and I stepped back and watched, as two were lost to the world, working each other into a greasy frenzy. Jim told me that the latex man was Bob, a professional wrestler and extreme fighter. He always presented a nasty aggressive attitude both in and out of the ring. He was a skilled top that had been thrown off his Iowa High School wrestling team for roid use and then expelled when he was outed by an ex-lover. He fled to New York City to work the wresting circuit, where he met his now long time partner, Conn. Conn was a former Midget wrestler who now ran a very successful E-Commence site. I was lucky to be present at one of those very rare occasions, when Bob was a fully compliant and submissive bottom. But he would only bottom for one man, his partner Conn. I looked at Jim, and told him that I had my eye on Conn and wanted him to fist me, as I fisted Bob. Jim looked into my eyes and said he would help with anything I have to do to make that happen. And so a plot was hatched. Riding the Devil – Part 2C: Jim does Mike I was feeling really horny after watching Conn and Bob go at it, and wanted to be part of the mix. Jim led me over to a corner of the room with a sling. Looking at him, he said, “Guests First,” and without hesitation, I climbed in. Placing my legs in the stirrups, I grabbed the chains over my head and settled in. Jim moved over to the top of the sling, and pushed each of my hands into well-padded gloves that were then securely fastened to the chains. He put locking restraints on my ankles, pulled my legs far apart (for, as he said, “Maximum Exposure”) and fastened each to the overhead chains. I was comfortably trapped in place, but to move the party along, I started to yell obscenities at Jim, telling him to let me down. The yelling when on for a while, until Jim turned his back to me, reached into a box on the floor, held up a wide well used fraternity paddle. He donned a black leather executioner’s hood and started to beat my ass. The initial blows were unsubstantial, almost tentative. With time, he picked up the pace and they came harder. I could see in the mirrors surrounding the sling and overhead that my ass was defiantly reddening and getting tender. The beating stopped, and he attached a stout bungee cord to the chain attached to my nipples. He pulled the cord tight, attaching it to an overhead bar. I winced at the pain and then the pleasure. I started to mouth off again, being more vindictive and nastier. He retrieved the paddle, took a batter stance, and gave my ass one mighty smack, and I immediately shut up as the pain radiated from my ass. He then reached down into the box, pulled out a several objects, placing them on my chest and stomach. One was a mouth gage with a strap and two center rubber tubes. He forced open my mouth and pushed the gage in. As I struggled, he struck my ass again, and then roughly ran the strap around my head tightening it in place. Then he smiled and said, “Try to get out of this!” and he started to inflate the plug. He continued to pump the gage until my mouth was filled and my jaw stretched wide open. He whispered in my ear saying I should be more “compliant” now that I would not be able to speak, and that I would shortly not be able to hear or see him as well. He pushed a thick ear plug into each ear. As a final humiliation, he placed a nose clip on my nose, forcing me to breathe through the second tube in the gage. Then he roughly pulled a thick nylon hood over my head, the world when dark. I was trapped and completely at his mercy. Knowing that he knew exactly what he was doing, I expected to be pushed and pushed hard to the very edge of pain and pleasure. Someone was playing with my ass, teasing it with a tongue and then fingers. At the same time, someone was pulling on the bungee cord attached to my nips. Then someone exhaled a cloud of “T” smoke down my throat. It felt good, and the cycle continued, assplay, nip play, smoke for quite a while. I felt a strap being wrapped around my upper arm, and then coolness in the crook of my elbow. I knew better than to move, as I felt a point was driven home, the strap removed, and a warmth spread outward across my body. I was expecting to cough, but nothing came. My thoughts were getting fuzzy and I was definitely enjoying the floating sensation. I felt a finger enter my ass, and then something larger and slicker. I could tell that a plug was being pushed deep into me and it was slowly being inflated. It was comfortable a first, then it started to get uncomfortable, finally reaching moderately painful. I started to panic and held my breath, as I tried to calm down. I finally had to inhale. I breathed in pure poppers through the hole in the mouth gage. I held my breath for a count of 10, and slowly exhaled. My ass relaxed and the plug was pushed deeper in me, and started to inflate again... I was feeling no pain. The inflation stopped and I felt a cold fluid start filling my ass. That turned into a wave of warmth, which spread over me. It had to be a potent mix of “T” piss. I hovered on the edge of awareness, my mind reeling about the possibilities and the pleasure that would be coming. I was abruptly pulled from my revelry; someone was squeezing my nipples hard, just below my nipple rings. The pain made me tense then I started bucking in the sling. I think Jim was yelling in my ear, but I could barely hear him; he sounded so far away. I thought I heard him say, “And, now that you are well prepped, and WE have your attention, the real fun is going to start.” My hands were released from their bindings and laid across my chest. I felt large cylinders covering both my nips that lead to a set of tubes, connected to a hand vacuum pump. The pump was placed in my hand. A second pump was then placed in my hand, and as I squeezed the handle, the pressure started to build up around my ass lips. Someone must have been holding an ass tube in place. It felt as if the center of the tube contained a large dildo that must have been embedded a couple of inches into my ass. Each squeeze drove it deeper into me, and I enjoyed the sense of control. I pumped each pump as hard as I could, then settled back to enjoy the feeling. I put the pumps down and ran my hands over my head, feeling the two tubes leaving the plug in my mouth, and then I moved over to the vacuum tube attached to my ass. The ass tube must have been over a foot long because I could not reach the hose end. I grabbed the base and attempted to turn it to make a better seal. When I did, that pump was taken off my chest and someone else was in control of it. They pumped hard, forcing my ass lips be become engorged with blood and pulled deeper into the tube, and the probe moved deeper into my ass. Taking the hint, I reached up and started to play with the nip tubes. I twisted them in both directions to get a better seal and force my nips deeper into the tubes. As I did, this pump was taken from me, and the vacuum increased. The pressure from both ends stopped for a while, as I enjoyed the pain and discomfort. There was a slight jerking movement on the tubes and a slight loss of pressure. I could feel a slight vibration and heard a slight humming originating from somewhere, and the pressure resumed and then increased an order of magnitude on my ass and nips. I was floating enjoying the pull on my ass and nips, when two people, one on each side, grabbed my hands and again connected them to the overhead chains. The vacuum was suddenly released, and I could feel cool air on my nips. They were swabbed with something cold, clapped hard, and again stretched to the ceiling. My ass was another matter. The vacuum ceased, and the dildo and vacuum tube fell from my ass; I did not hear it hit the floor. The paddle again attacked my ass again; no, it had to be two paddles working in tandem. I could feel rather than hear the sound. The blows came in an irregular pattern, and I could not prepare for them. Two men were beside me, each at the side of my head, laughing loudly and yelling that the best was yet to come. Then they grabbed the clamps on my nips and yanked hard, pulling them free and leaving me gasping for breath. I hung there for what seemed like a long time, trying to nurse the pain in both my nipples and ass. Someone came over to me, deflated the mouth gag and then yanked the hood from my head. I could see it was Jim. I was still in the sling, and he disconnected my hands and legs. He helped me stand up and slowly walk to a large pad spread out on the floor, illuminated by one very intense flood light. No one was visible, but I thought I could see men in the shadows. Jim sat me down and handed me a large bottle of water. My hands were shaking and he helped me lift the bottle to my mouth and watched as I drained its entire volume. I lay back and Jim took me in his arms. I stared briefly at the ceiling, then closed my eyes, and as I drifted off. As I did, Jim pushed his arm deep up my ass. I was floating and riding Jim’s arm as men surrounded me. I blacked out as someone sucked hard on my cock and someone else worked my nips. Riding the Devil – Part 2D: Jim and Conn Do Mike I must have fallen asleep, or the water was drugged because when I opened my eyes, I was lying on a large red padded table. My wrists and ankles were attached to bollards at the pad’s corners. A catheter had been inserted in my cock, and electrodes were attached to my ball sack and down the shaft of my cock. Amazingly, my cock was rigid and pulsing to the electric current running through the electrodes. Every couple of seconds, a strong current ran down the catheter in my cock, causing me to tense. Jim walked over and looked down on me. It appeared as if he stood on the rim of a deep canyon and I was at the bottom staring up at him. “Glad to see you are awake and enjoying your circumstances.” Then he walked away. I was feeling giddy, and started to laugh aloud. Conn walked over to me and straddled my head. I opened my mouth and accepted his huge PA and then his cock. First licking and nibbling on it, the monster was pushed deep down my throat. He leaned over me and worked my nipples hard, forcing more of his cock into me. As this was happening, Jim spread lube on my ass, and started to work a dildo into it. It was a small one at first and was shortly replaced by something larger, all the time Conn working my nips and urging me to push down on the dildo while swallowing his cock. The electric current ran down the center of the shaft of my cock, and felt like it was leaking out of my balls; then the current increased and reversed. Then Conn stood up slightly, pulling his cock out of my mouth. He started to piss down my throat, and I slurped down every drop of his t-laidened piss. When he was done, he stood and replaced Jim who was down between my legs. Jim moved to take Conn’s place, and proceeded to gave me another large load of “T piss. I started to get a buzz as the “T” entered my blood stream. Jim changed straddled my head, and sat down hard on my face, and fed me his ass, which I greedily tongued, nipped at, and sucked. He held me firmly in place, and then picked up where Conn had left off working my nips. I felt a change in the pressure being exerted on my ass, as a larger dildo was pushed just past the first then second sphincter. The wet ass lips were removed from my face, and I was handed a bottle of poppers. I took two large hits, holding the second for nearly 30 seconds, and laid back down on the pad. Just before the ass lips returned, I slowly exhaled and relaxed. The lips returned and I started to work them, as the dildo was pushed more deeply into me. My hands were released, and I reached up to work Jim’s nips, pulling him down on me, forcing his ass lips deeper into my throat. As I pulled up on him, Conn pushed the entire dildo deep into my bowel, and let the second head slip through my ass lips, which closed after it. Conn held it in place, as I got accustomed to its size. My mind raced, and I realized that this beast was now deeply imbedded deep in me, with no means of retrieval except for someone to go after it. I lay still and waited for something to occur. The pressure on my nips was removed, and the paddle struck my stomach. I flinched and contracted my abs. Someone cranked up the stim unit to max, and I forcefully expelled the dildo directly into Conn’s waiting hands. He snatched it up and shoved it back into me, pausing just a moment when he felt some resistance, and then drove the dildo home. The stim unit was throttled to minimum. Again, pressure was applied to my stomach, the stim turned up to max, and again I expelled the dildo. This went on for what seemed like hours, with my cock, nips and abs took the brunt of the abuse. My shit chute and ass lips were well beyond salvation. Over time, the dildos became larger and longer, as I lost all sense of time and place. At some point, Jim stood up and untied my hands. He then slowly deflated the folly catheter and pulled it free from my cock, which immediately softened. He then moved off in the darkness. There was only Conn and me on the red mat. When Conn finally spoke and I could clearly hear him, as the plugs must have been removed from my ears. . So, he said, you wanted to play with me? You should be careful for what you ask for, PIG! I smiled and sat up, reaching over, I grabbed his huge nipple rings, rolled them between my fingers, and then pulled them hard. I said, “I have a motto ... I always ask for what I want. If I don’t get to, there’s no real loss for making the effort. However, if I get a positive response, I may wind up in a situation like this, with you fisting me. And, maybe even me fisting you? Under the best circumstances, I could hope for is a long hard 69 fisting session in our future with you deep in me and me deep in you, working each other till we are completely expended and unable to talk or stand.” He smiled and said, “Jim was correct … you are one very sick pig fist fucker.” Pushing me back on the pad, he handed me the poppers and then moved between my legs. Shoving his hand deep into a tub of Crisco and squeezing half a bottle of lube in my ass, he paused his clenched fist at my ass lips. I took a big hit of poppers, nodded and smiled. He applied pressure and slowly drove his fist deep into me. I took a second deep hit, held it, relaxed, and then sucked his entire arm into me. Within short order, he was embedded in me up to his shoulder. We sat still for a few minutes enjoying the view and me the feeling of warmth and fullness. He slow turned, reached over, grabbed my cock, and started to suck hard on it. After a few minutes, he started to twist his arm and making short jabbing motions, raking his bicep over my prostrate. Within 20 minutes of abuse, I shot several large loads of cum down his throat, which he greedily consumed. He paused for a minute to let me catch my breath, and then resumed the prostrate massage and cock sucking. I came three more times over the next two hours, finally collapsing on the pad with my eyes rolled back into my head, completely expended. Conn slowly removed his arm and moved next to me, his arm still cover with grease and lube up to his shoulder. He leaned over and kissed me hard. He then pulled my arm over him and I promptly fell asleep. I slept for a while and awoke feeling ready for more action. I leaned over and woke Conn. He stirred, opened his eyes, and smiled. I said, “Ready for your turn, pig?” He grinned, saying he was open for any and all the possibilities. Riding the Devil – Part 2E: Mike does Conn with some help from his friends I had him climb into the corner sling and put his legs in the slurps. When in place, I leaned over him and kissed him with a lung full of poppers, which we buddy breathed for several minutes stopping only when we were truly lightheaded. As I stood up, he grabbed my nipples pulling me forward to his chest. In the same movement, I slipped my cock, cock ring, and balls into his ass, followed by my fist deep. He controlled our rhythm with the movement of the sling and the tugs on my nips. I pulled my cock and balls deeper into his ass, wrapped my and around them and slowly jerked off. He clamped down on my cock and hand, making a better fit. He looked up and told me that he wanted me to fist him long and deep. When I felt he was ready, he wanted to ride the Devil. I said I would be back in a minute, and returned with my bag and the “Devil.” I laid it on his chest with one of it’s heads extending down between his legs. I told him that if the Devil were fully engaged in his ass, it exit through his mouth. We both laughed, knowing that this was anatomically impossible. Conn had a look of concern on his face. I told him not to worry; I was going to take excellent care of him, just as he did for me. His frown turned into a great broad smile. The dildo dropped to the floor with a “thunk.” I called into the darkness to the men standing just within the shadows, asking if there were any “K” in the house. Bob stepped forward, holding a tray with a small mirror on it. It was covered with two white powder lines and a twenty-dollar bill rolled up as a straw. Bob put the tray down on the corner of the pad, stood in front of me and said, “If you do him justice, I want you to do me next!” That was all the encouragement I needed. I got down between Conn’s legs and started to suck on his extended ass lips. I love a man who is well opened and capable of taking immense toys and fists. I called out to Jim, asking if there was any frozen Crisco available! Jim shortly appeared with an unwrapped bar in his hand, and then moved off. I took the bar, and had Bob push the bar into his lover’s open and willing ass. I urged his to push deeper and watched in amazement as he quickly was up to his elbow. I told him to start punch fisting Conn’s ass, as I had some things to get ready. I walked off into the dark, just glancing behind to see Conn start to work his nipples in anticipation. I moved quickly around the room, and found just what I needed. There was a pair of thick neoprene gloves and a pair of studded leather forearm cuffs. The studs were about a half-inch wide, deep, and scattered across the cuffs in a random pattern. I donned the gloves and cuffs, found a tub of Crisco, and dug deep into it, covering my hands and arms to my shoulder. I arrived back at the sling, asked Bob to remove his hand, slowly standup, and then back slowly away from the sling. As he rose, I slipped into his place and started pushing a hand into Conn. He had a surprised look on his face, expecting much smaller hands, and when the first set of studs crossed over his ass lips, he grinned in anticipation. Conn took a hit of poppers, tensed, and then exhaled, allowing my hand then arm to move deep into him. I pulled out and then replace my hand with my other arm, picking up the cadence of a marching band. I accelerated the beat punching deeper into him with each thrust. Soon, I was over my elbow and having trouble keeping the tempo due to the suction. I reached down and picked up a towel from the floor. I quickly stripped off the cuffs and gloves off, wiping my hands on another clean towel. Then I picked up the plate of “K” and moved to Conn’s side. Bob helped him lift his head up, and he inhaled half of the first line and then the second line. He threw back his head and then howled at the moon, Bob and Jim moved in for a better look. I picked up the Devil and held it aloft for all to see. I then showed it to Conn, and had him kiss the huge head and lick it. Crisco was heavily applied as I held the beast with a towel so as to not to drop it. I raised my knee up to just below Conn’s ass, using it as an approach ramp. I held up the Devil by its end, and rested its head on my knee. Someone squeezed lube over the dildo’s head and then flooded Conn’s ass. Jim took the poppers and held them under Conn’s nose and he took a deep breath in. Holding the Devil by its tail, I used its weight to drive it into Conn’s ass. At first, his lips refused to open. I lowered the dildo down and someone reached out to direct the head towards his ass. With another hit of poppers, the gates opened, and the head of the Devil disappeared into Conn’s waiting cavern. I paused for a few seconds to let Conn feel the bulk and girth of the Devil. Then he smiled and relaxed, and I slowly let gravity slide the Devil into him. I stopped for a minute when I reached resistance. Conn tensed his muscles and held it for a few seconds. He then took a popper hit and relaxed. The Devil moved past the first sphincter, leaving about two feet of length in my hands. The second sphincter had been reached and refused to open. Conn tried his routine again, tensing, then relax with the poppers, but nothing happened. I stood there with the Devil in my hands. We were at an impasse. I slowly retrieved about a foot of the beast and then let gravity push it back into his wanting ass. This was done over the next couple of hours, with Conn moaning gently and his eyes rolling into his head with both pain and pleasure. When I was about to retrieve the beast completely, Bob stepped forward, slapped Conn’s face hard. He yelled into his ear. “You have to do this for ME! Not for you, but for ME! If you can’t take it, then neither can I and I want it!” Conn jerked to attention and opened his eyes wide at the sound of Bob’s voice, and pulled Bob’s head towards him. I could barely hear Conn’s reply. It sounded like, “you know I would do anything and everything for you. Nothing is out of reach when it comes to you!” Bob stood at the head of the sling now, poppers in hand and a clean towel. He covered Conn’s mouth with the towel and poured a hefty slug of poppers on it. Conn breathed deeply and looked at me. I held the Devil by its tail again, and slowly lowered it into Conn’s gaping asshole. It moved just beyond the grease ring where it had stopped earlier. Bob grabbed Conn’s nipples and pushed his fingernail into them, causing Conn to scream in pain. When he stopped, and put both of his palms down on the swollen nipples and pressed down hard. Conn breathed out deeply, and the Devil moved about six inches deeper. With another deep breath, tensed muscles, and a slow exhale, the Devil moved on its own, fall completely into Conn’s ass. Only the very large head exposed between his legs. He shuttered and look and Bob. Tears welled in Bob’s eyes and he sobbed. He pushed the towel to the floor, kissed Conn long and hard. I pulled about a foot of the Devil out of Conn’s ass, and felt his ass suck it back in. It was embedded so deeply that you could see its outline in Conn’s chest and down his defined abs. Bob took my place and worked the Devil in and out of his partner’s ass, sobbing all the time. Conn started to sob as well, as Jim and I left the area to give the two men some well-deserved privacy. Riding the Devil – Part 2F: Closure Jim and I left the area, and found a dark corner with a large mat. On the floor were two of the smaller Devils, several tubs of Crisco and lube, bottles of poppers, as well as a small tray with two lines of the white powder and a straw. Jim turned to me, hugged me tight and said, “You don’t expect to leave with out filling your promise, did you?” “What promise”, I said. We are going to ride the Devil after we 69 Fist each other. I smiled, pulled him to the floor, and then started smearing grease on my hand and arm. We both filled our asses with lube, and a shot of water from a nearby bottle. He reached the tray, proffered the straw, and he helped me to take half a hit in each nostril. I lay back, as I watched him take his fav, and greased his hand and arm. He pushed a popper bottle in my hand, and picked up one for himself. He hooked his leg behind mine for leverage and to not let me slide away or “escape.” We lay side by side, my fist on his rosebud, and his on mine. He called out from the fog, “I want you to push into me and I’m going to push into you. Don’t stop pushing until I tell you to stop. I want to see how deep you can go in one continuous push!” I called back, “Count back from ten, when you reach zero, its going to be blastoff!” Jim tried to count backwards three times and lost count around seven or eight, unable to hold a thought for more than a second. I kicked him and then I called out, “TWO … ONE … ZERO,” and we pushed simultaneously while drawing our legs together. Jim slipped easily in me and me into him. We continued to pull together and were soon at each other’s elbows, then Jim call for a “BREAK!” And we relaxed. I handed Jim a bottle of water and he took a huge slug. He handed it back to me, and I did the same. He smiles and then said, “You know what is in the “red” water bottle?” With a raised eyebrow and a questioning look on my face, he said, “X”!! He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, and called, “Ready to have another go!” I twisted my arm that was in his ass and found it was sticky not slick. I told him he needed more grease. I quickly pulled out my hand and reapplied the Crisco and Lube. He did the same for me. But then he grabbed the red water bottle and filled my ass, “Just to get the J-Lube “rehydrated!” Both of us were ready for the next go at it. Starting in the same positions as before, Jim yelled quickly, “THREE … TWO … ONE ... BLAST OFF!” and pushed deep into me, taking me by surprise as he was up to his bicep before I could move. He looked over and told me I had better catch up; the fun was going to start without me! I pushed twice and was right at the same place he was. He started to twist his arm and then clench his fist. It was heaven, as I started to get hard and leaked pre-cum. His bicep was raking my prostrate, and I was going to cum and cum hard and fast. Then he stopped moving and I started to calm down. He called over, you better catch up with me … and he slowly rolled over and on top of me with his arm still in place. As he did, he pushed his cock in my mouth, and took mine in his. I got the setup. Once in place, I slowly twisted my arm and clenched my fist, as he did the same. As I got to the edge, he got to the edge, and we backed off a hair. We did it again and again stopped before the climax. We kept this up for a very very long time. Driving each other to the point of anguish and despair, thinking we would never get off. As some point, I felt that churning deep in my nut sack, and I yelled out that, “I was going to blow!” I came in huge spasms, once, twice, three, four times, filling Jim’s mouth with cum and piss. I must have been clenching down on his arm and he screamed out that he was cumming as well. Cum flooded my mouth and I sucked it down greedily, starting to choke. We lay there exhausted deep in each other's ass unaware that we had an audience, until we heard clapping and hooting in the dark. Conn and Bob emerged from the shadows, laid down on the floor, and huddled with us. Con lay down on my chest with his mouth on my cock, pulled Jim’s arm out of my ass, and pushed his deep into me. Bob got on top of Jim’s chest and clamped down on Jim’s cock as he pulled my arm out of Jim’s ass, inserting his in my place. I looked up into the mirror and again felt the heat in my balls rising as I came in Con’s willing mouth, that was acting as the world’s largest and wettest “Hoover.” Jim reached over and pulled Con towards him. Looking up into the mirror, he found his target and pushed his arm into Con’s open and well-greased ass. Then it struck me … I had a free arm and there was on “open” ass that needed stuffing. Through the tangle of bodies, I could not find Bob’s ass! It had to be somewhere in the “clutter” but was hidden from sight. Someone grabbed my wrist, shoved it into a bucket of Crisco, and then pushed it into a warm, wet, willing hole. I could hear Bob loudly grunt, as my “assistant” pushed me deep into the waiting void. We were held together in this greasy writhing tangle of sweaty bodies. Someone came in my mouth, who was it and did it matter? FUCK NO! Somehow, a plastic bottle of poppers was pushed into my hand, and I took a huge hit, and passed it to someone else. I held it and relaxed. The arm in my ass slid deeper into me, twisting and raking my prostrate again and again. In a blinding flash, I jerked up and came once more, and then again! My sudden movement pushed my arm deeper into Bob, and he screamed and came is huge white globes of cum, flooding Jim’s mouth … over filling it. Jim choked, then caught his breath, but not before he pulled out of Con, who bucked as Jim’s large fist pulled suddenly out of his ass. Con gushed and gushed a spray of cum that hit the mirror above our heads. And the cycle was repeated over and over and over and … I don’t know how long we when at it, but when I finally pried my eyes open, the sun was high in the sky, with a muted light streaming in through the clerestory windows high in the southern wall. Slowly I became aware of my surroundings. I was alone with just one man. His arm was in unremittingly working my ass in slow shallow movements, but the man wasn’t Conn. I raised my head and realized that I was sprawled out on Bob’s massive latex covered chest and sucking on his cock. Cum and piss were pooled on his abdomen around his cock. My arm was deep in his ass, with ass juices leaking out of his hole and on the pad below us. From the moment I met Bob, I had to have him, and this was exactly the situation I wanted (and definitely needed) to have happen. I began sucking hard on his cock. Bob stirred, grunted, and turned his head, as my cock dropped from his mouth. He cleared his throat, and said, “I’m so fucking glad that you are finally awake, PIG!” He found the popper bottle, took a large hit and passed it to me. He found my PA, quickly deep throated my cock, as he slowly exhaled. He reached up and grabbed my nip rings, pulling and rolled them between his fingers. I was already up to my forearm in his ass, but quickly pulled out all the way. I smeared Crisco on my arm, clenched my fist, and shoved his cock back in my mouth, deep throating it, and, then quickly shoved my arm into his gaping rosebud. Without any resistance from Bob, and no rings to open, I was up to my bicep in seconds. I began making short sharp jabbing movements while twisting my arm. Bob clamped down on my arm, loudly squealed and grunted, urging me to move deeper. At some point, Bob and I stopped. He started to laugh aloud, and it was infectious. We needed some fluids and some rest. He slowly and carefully removed his arm from my swollen ass, as I pulled out of his. We found two water bottles on the floor, which were not “red.” He downed one and I did the same to the other. Then he reached over and found two more, and we downed those as well. He switched directions and placed his head on my chest. I held him in my arms and we drifted into a light sleep. When we awoke, through the overhead windows the sky was a brilliant pink and blue heading to a glorious sunset. We were still alone on the floor mat covered by an old cum-stained blanket. Buckets of Crisco, several open “bricks” of Crisco, refilled lube bottles, and freshly filled plastic popper bottles, were next to the pad. Piles of clean towels and cum rags were stacked within each reach, as were an assortment of restraints, dildos, and toys including the Devil, and a small plate with two large syringes filled with a liquid. On the plate the letter “T” was drawn in cum. Bob looked at me, and said, “Seems the fisting elves have been busy while we were napping. It appears they are hoping for a “show” and pushing us in a specific direction.” I replied, “Actually, I am more interested in continuing where we left off, the toys can be dessert once we have our fill of the “MAIN COURSE!!” He the retrieved two lube bottles, cakes of Crisco, and the syringes. He handed one set to me and rolled over on his chest. Taking his lead, I pushed the syringe up his ass and fully emptied its contents, followed by the Crisco, then over half the bottle of lube. Reaching over, I grabbed a large butt plug and shoved it deep into his ass to keep everything “in place.” Bob coughed, and I knew I better catch up and fast. Rolling on my back, I did myself, as Bob was riding the wave. I emptied the syringe and pushed the Crisco deep into my ass, holding it in place for maximum impact. I opened the lube bottle, and pushed it into me. I lost my grip, and the entire bottle disappeared from sight. Bob giggled, as the wave started to rush over me. For a second I was stunned, and then coughed as the T slowly seeped into my brain. Bob grabbed a cum rag, and pushed it into me, grabbing the base of the bottle. In a deft move, as he pulled out, he squeezed the bottle with his massive hand. As it exited and he pulled it free, I clamped my ass tight. He quickly returned his fist to my ass and pushed deep into me. There we were on our backs, looking up at the ceiling mirror. Bob’s fist was in me, and there I was struggling to pull the plug from his ass, so I could push into him. Each time I grabbed the end of the plug, my hand slipped off. My brain was getting more and more fuzzy, and I could not come up with a plan. Actually, I was fixated on the primary idea that all I wanted was Bob’s fist then arm deep into me. Bob just wanted me to shove the plug up has ass …. NOW! I panicked! Both Conn and Jim came to our rescue. Bob and I were completely out of it. Someone pulled the plug from Bob’s ass and pushed my fist into it. Then, Conn at my head and Jim at Bob’s, they slowly pushed us towards each other, driving our fists deep into one another. At some point, they stopped for a few minutes as Bob and I got accustomed to the fullness in our asses. As if on cue, large steep foam wedges were forced under each of our heads and then backs, forming tow greasy slides, aiming us toward each other. Sliding down the chutes, we slowly drove deeper into each other’s gaping maws. I looked in the overhead mirror and saw Conn at my head. Jim was at Bob’s head. A cool liquid was wiped on my nipples followed my rough nipple clamps on a chain. Jim did the same to Bob. A bungee cord was attached to the chains and then pulled taught, urging Bob and I closer together. I was handed poppers and took a large hit, held it, and slowly exhaled. I looked up and Bob’s huge arm was in my ass, well beyond his elbow. I slowly moved into the twilight, feeling Bob clench and unclench his fist as he pounded my ever-expanding ass. I was detached, as watched the action in the mirror. All I could focus was the amazing feeling in my ass, Conn working my nips hard, the irresistible pull on my nipples slowly moving me deeper into Bob, and that very broad “shit-eating” smile on his face staring back at me in the mirror. The next thing I remembered was a vast feeling of emptiness, and a mounting sense of panic. I reached out for Bob, who found and clenched my hand. I looked up and saw that Bob was between my spread legs and we were asshole to asshole separated by about three feet. We were lying on a thick rubber mat that sat on a piece of chain-link fencing, suspended from the ceiling by chains and large springs. Each time I moved, the “bed” shuttered and bounced slightly up and down. Between Bob and I, there appeared to be two identical Devils, each aimed at our gaping rosebuds. Bob looked up into the overhead mirror and smiled at me, then said, “I am so wanted to take this ride with you and I am SOOO READY!” To which I replied, “FUCK YEA! Bring it ON!” Conn and Jim were scurrying around making all sorts of preparations. At one point, when my eyes were closed, and I was “just resting,” Conn whispered into my ear, that I should hold still, and all was going to be “amazing.” I opened my eyes, and stared at the mirror above me. My nips were individually clamped and many heavy metal rings weights encircled my nut sack stretching it taught and well beyond its normal length. The bottom ring had an attached eyebolt. My nips and balls were attached to long bungee cords stretched up and over Bob’s head and out of sight. Seeing Bob completely stripped of his latex, with his exposed his massive chest, well-defined abs, and huge flaccid cock, got me really horny. He was in a similar state of “attachment.” I watched as earplugs were inserted in both of our ears. A heavy latex hood was pulled over my head with eye and mouths hole in it. The eyeholes were zippered closed. Headphones then covered my ears, and the music was loud but not that uncomfortable. I recognized the music but the name hung out at the edge of my awareness. Bob called out to Conn, “You FUCK!!!! You know that this music gets me torque up!!! FUCK, I love being fisted to “Brian Bennett’s “Flying Fists!” Bob started to bounce with the downbeat of the music. I tensed my body, trying to relaxed, knowing that more would be coming. Bob bounced slightly in time with the music, and had to be a similar or “worse” position. As I lay there enjoying the stretching of my balls and cock. Each and every movement on the sling sent a shudder through my nips and cock. Then someone lifted up my foot and strapped it to one of Bob’s. Immediately, the other was lifted and attached. Now Bob and I were connected and could pull toward each other … outstanding! Here I was, lost in my own reverie. Each sling movement got me more and more excited: the anticipation and pain becoming an aphrodisiac. Lube was pumped into my ass, and I felt the head of the Devil pushed against my rosebud. My mouth and nose were pushed into an open popper bottle, and I took a large hit. Exhaling and then relaxing, the Devil was forcible pushed non-stop deep into me until the knot was reached. I shuddered, and the sling bounced and moved driving a ripple of excitement through my nips and cock. Bob raised his knees and pulled me towards him. Someone opened the zippers covering my eyes, and it took me a few seconds to get accustomed to the light. There in the mirror above me, lay two me. They were attached by their feet, and again by their assholes via a very long and fat double-headed dildo. It was twice the length of my “devil,” and suspended at its center by a bungee cord tied to a bar over the sling. What devious scheme did Jim and Conn come up with? Before I could voice the question, I got my answer. The two Devils were attached, end to end, and their combined weight yielding to gravity was going to drive the beast into both of us simultaneously! The sling was the answer to my question. I raised my hips, driving them back onto the sling… my nipples and cock stretched then returned … the Devil bounced and moved about a half inch deeper into my ass. The same thing must have happened to Bob, because he made the sling bounce again and again and again. Someone closed the eye openings on my hood then cuffed my hands together. The cuffs were attached to rope and tied tightly to what I had to assume was Bob’s cuffs. A rag saturated with ethyl and poppers was placed over my mouth, and someone put the sling in motion. It began moving it up and down, and then to the sides without any pattern. With each movement drove the Devil into me, but I could not mount the knot. Then I grabbed the bungee cord connecting the cuffs and pulled, while raising my knees, moving me towards Bob. He got the message and did the same thing. Soon we were practically sitting upright and moving closer together flexing the Devil. For a second, I thought it was going to work. Then there was movement and a slapping / popping sound. The Devil with its own initiative flexed and yanked itself from our asses. Simultaneously, we both yelled and then screamed for its return. We fell back and pushed far apart, exhausted. The music ended and I could hear scurrying around the sling. Our hoods and headphones were removed, and Bob and I stared up at the mirror. On the sling next to us, the broken elongated Devil lay in pieces, and Jim was not happy! Conn came to the rescue. With a cum rag, he took one beast and shoved it up my ass to the knot. He then slid Bob down over the other end, forcing him to “swallow” it to the knot. There we were, asshole to asshole, sucking down poppers and ethyl, having the best of times, bouncing on the sling and working each other into frenzy. After a good long time of pushing and pulling the solitary Devil between us, Bob reached down and forced the entire Devil up my gapping ass. He put his foot in front of my ass, so could not expel it. Then he reached over and shoved the other Devil up his own ass. I put my foot in front of his ass, so he too had a trapped devil. We lay there, exhausted and filled to the “brim.” I pulled my foot away, and the Devil slowly emerged from his ass, like the serpent that it was. Bob sat up and then moved his foot and pulled the Devil from my ass. I lay back in the sling and was quickly joined by Bob, Conn, and Jim. I was beyond exhausted and lay my head on Conn chest. He offered his ringed nipple, which I slowly started to suck on, and encircled me with his strong arms. Jim lay behind me, spooning his body with mine. I felt his cock stiffen. With a slight thrust, he pushed it into my ass and then reached around to massage my nipples. Bob climbed onto the sling behind Conn. I assume he too got stiff, because Conn shifted slightly and Bob found his purchase. Then Bob pulled a heavy blanket over the four of us. The body heat generated by the four of us lulled me to into a deep and comforting sleep. I dreamt I was aboard an old sailing ship, caught in a storm and being roughly tossed by the sea. Huge seafaring monsters of the deep, circled the ship as it floundered. I was thrown into the water, trying to swim. A long sea serpent coiled around me, pulling me down into the depths. It drove its head deep into my ass, working me hard and deep… pushing and pulling, and pushing and pulling, and … I sighed with the knowledge that it had really happened. This ends this part of the story about "Riding the Devil." New episodes will follow in the New Year! And in closing, A GREASY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU AND YOURS! Mike.