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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.

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've started part 7 but wanted to give you a brief continuation anyway Part 6 Dennis was awakened by Michael making noise in the kitchen. D : Michael is that you. M : yes my converting slut, it's me. D : man, I don't feel good. I think Master Tom gave me too many chems and the session was a little too intense. D : my whole body hurts M : hahaha, you are not suffering from a chem hangover my son, you have the fuck flu. Your DNA is transforming. My babies are completely taking over your DNA and within days you will find rebirth places as my Poz seed and Tina whore son. M: I have already sent the brotherhood and they are preparing your birth and my impending paternity party. A small smile appeared Dennis who was slightly delirious with fever and almost fell back asleep. M: here drink up, you will feel better soon Michael gave Dennis a glass of water and an aspirin so his fever would go down a bit. Dennis took the pill and drank the glass. M: let me feel your pussy son, let me feel how pussy has grown this week and if you are ready for your new life as a Poz whore. Dennis turned on his side and Michael lowered the jogging Dennis had on. With his finger, he slid between Dennis' butt crack and found the moist and still seed-filled hole of his future son. Michael noticed that Dennis' hole no longer gave any resistance at all and that the sphincter was completely open. He was able to insert 3 fingers without Dennis noticing. Michael licked his upper lip and felt like licking the seed from his future son's hole and then providing him with a portion of his own seed. Dennis groaned as he felt Michael's fingers slide out of his gaping hole. Michael wanted to lick his fingers clean but didn't get the chance to do so. D : let me taste father, let me taste my reward from Master Tom and Liam. Michael's cock jumped up and was stiff in 1 second. Dennis turned his head and sought Michael's fingers. With open mouth and watery red eyes, he looked at Michael with a horny seed asking look. Michael stuck his seed coated fingers into Dennis' mouth who licked them clean. Dennis' spun his eyes around in horniness and then looked at Michael's fly. He opened Michael's zipper, Michael let it happen and looked amused at his new creation. Michael's cock jumped out through the zipper opening. D : may I suck your cock father. I want to receive your medicine so I will get well again soon. M: hmmmm you can suck me anytime son. But I can't promise you that you will be allowed to swallow my seed. If you start sucking me I will also take your pussy and fill intestines with my medicine. This sounded like music to Dennis's sickly delirious head. He opened his mouth again and sat up a little straighter. He unbuttoned Michael's pants which then fell to the floor. D : I am all yours as long as you make me better. Dennis took Michael's hard thick cock in his mouth and started sucking it softly. Michael felt how hot Dennis' mouth was and enjoyed this rare moment. M: oh son, I am so proud of you. How you have changed these last 2 weeks is beyond my wildest dreams. I had always dreamed you would be a cumdump but I never thought you were actually a born whore. This was always in you my son, I just woke up your true self. Michael took hold of Dennis' head and pushed his fat swollen cock deep into Dennis' throat. M: just choke on your father's fat cock, let me feel how hot and sick your throat is. Dennis no longer suffered from a gag reflex and the fat pole slid deep into his throat until he felt Michael's balls against his lips. Michael's cock was deep in Dennis' hot throat, leaking pre-cum and down Dennis' throat. He enjoyed the moment for a moment and then withdrew his cock. Dennis gasped and eagerly sucked on and tasted Michael's pre-cum and started moaning with pleasure. M: oh yes my son, suck that fat pole. Suck your father. A moment later Dennis stopped sucking, he fell down exhausted in the seat. But he didn't get long to regain his strength. Michael pulled off Dennis' jogging pants and turned him onto his belly and got on top of him. He placed his thick mushroom against the gaping sphincter and without any effort he pushed it inside the moist and radiant cave. Dennis moaned because of the blissful feeling he got from Michael's cock sliding inside. M: my god son, your cunt, your cunt is amazing. M: your cunt already feels the way a cumdump's cunt should feel. Wet, open, hot and without resistance. Your fuck flu completes it completely. Michael began to thrust more firmly as he felt he would not last long Dennis' hot cunt excited him too much and he thrust his cock in hard a few more times and then let his medicine run into Dennis' bowels and then fell down exhausted on Dennis' radiant body. M: hmmmmm I can't wait until tomorrow at the party to fill up your pussy again son. You are really great. Dennis looked at Michael with his red and small eyes D : me too father, me too. D : thank you for your medicine. M : rest now, I will stay here and take care of you. Then tomorrow night we can go to the party together. Dennis felt the seed running out of his pussy, he still put his fingers in his pussy to taste his father's gift and when he put the seed-covered fingers in his mouth and tasted taste of the heavenly nectar he fell asleep.

Chapter 4 (I didn't proofread this one so hopefully everything is good. If not, I'll proofread and repost it when I'm sober 🙃) I woke up to the beat of bathhouse music. I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the gay club lighting, which wasn't nearly as bright but definitely just as colorful. I could see Marc and Keith on the couch making out with each other. I was gonna go to them then I realized that I could not move. My arms and legs are tied to a bed. Other than raising my head a little bit, I can't do much. I hardly remember anything after I black out. Despite the music blasting in the living room, this room I'm in is dark and oddly quiet. Other than the bass, the music doesn't really make it to this room. I don't think Marc and Keith can see or hear me out there. Where is this? Is it the room Henrique went to? So he could be everything we did this whole time? “oh hey. You're awake.. How are you feeling?” I could hear Henrique, but I have no idea where he is. The room feels pitch black. Other than the light coming from the living room, which the glass door blocks most of the brightness. “I'm feeling a little dizzy. How long was I out? Why am I tied up? Where are you?“ I spoke nervously, yet I could still feel my body buzzing from the cum booty bum that Marc gave me “I'm right here” Henrique appeared out of the dark on my left. He was wearing leather pants, but his crotch area is entirely exposed. There is his dick, relaxed and swung freely as he walked toward me. He also has a black harness on. “You've been drooling over me ever since you arrived this afternoon” Henrique said. I could feel my face getting red but not because I was embarrassed, it was bc I was so turned on. The tina in my ass is dominating my thoughts entirely, so I had no shame. “It's OK boy. Papai has seen that face before. That's why I brought you here. To give you something special” Henrique lean forward and gave me a passionate tongue kiss as his finger lightly pinched my nipple then he moved toward my cock and swallowed it whole in his dick while he teased and then fingered my hole. It took him no time to locate my prostate and started massaging it. It hasn’t even been a minute but my cock feels like it could explode right now “ah… Not so fast” Henrique stopped all of a sudden and asked “Will you surrender yourself to me no matter what and do as I say and pledge yourself to me and only me?” “yes, papi. Please let me cum” “what do you want to do the most tonight? To get fucked by Keith? That's what you came for, isn't it” “I want to fuck him actually” I said. I want to see how slutty he can be with my cock in him “nice boy. I'll get you his ass for you to use for sure, but what do you think about this” Henrique straddle over me and put my dick head on his hole. My dick only had his saliva on it, but was getting swallowed by his hot hole inch by inch. His hole was so warm and tight but not too tight. He had excellent control of his muscle and knew how to milk my dick by clinching his ass every now and then. In one try, his ass was touching my balls. His ass, both firm and soft. In no time, he started riding my dick. He had a confident smile on his face as he rode my dick and lightly moaned as I fuck him. I was not ok with that moan. My cock, 8.5in, while wasn’t the biggest in this house next to these freaks but still no small matter. I wanted to hear him moan like he loved it. I felt a rush of energy come through me. I wanted to make him give me more than that. I especially wanted to wipe that smile off his face bc I wanted to see his whore face and beg for me to pound him even harder. All of a sudden I broke loose and was able to get up and threw him on the bed next to me. He got into the doggie position and asked, “what's the matter? Don't you like papi's warm hole. My hole feel so empty with you”. His skin tone, his hairless body, and that hole…..I gonna fuck the shit out of him I took no time shoving my dick all the way in, and finally a clearly audible moan from him. Fuck. Who knew he'd be a cum whore. I thought he was all top. I pump my dick balls deep then pull almost all the way out with just my tip partially in his hole still then pump my dick all the way in. Then again. Doing this in a relatively close interval sure sometimes makes the guys I top cum while getting fucked. I learned this move from my dad. I overheard him describe this move to someone once when they were chatting about fucking their wives. This move sure drives Bottoms crazy as well. Finally, Henrique is actually moaning as I pound his ass harder and harder bc the louder he moans the more satisfied I am. He even reached back to spread his butt cheeks for me. “who's the papi now, bitch” I said aggressively and slap his right butt cheek. I flipped him around so I could stroke his cock” but I saw that his dick wasn’t even hard all the way……what an insult. Out of nowhere, his hole is contracting and literally milking my dick. It felt amazing. I didn’t want to cum while he’s bare hard but I couldn’t hold it anymore “You ready for this” I asked “give it to papi Ben. Breed me,” then there it was. My hot cum splashing all over his tunnel. I topped before, but this was different somehow. It took all of my energy”. Henrique turned around to clean up my dick with his mouth, then his soft lips touches my lips and gave me a passionate kiss. “remember, we had a deal. After today you're all mine. Understood?” I was so confused but tired. Once again, I fell into him as I faint. I woke up again, but this time in the living room with Marc, Keith, and Henrique surrounding me. “oh good. You're awake. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have given you that much. I'm sorry dude” said Henrique “what do you mean?” I said. “this. I meant to grab popper but I accidentally grabbed this bottle of nasal spray out and instinctively sprayed them in your nose as I tried to fuck you. It put you into the k-hole” Henrique said “but I knew you'd be fine though. Bc no one can say no to my dick “ “how long was I out?” I asked “10-15 min more or less,” Keith said “I thought we were going to have to triple fuck you to wake you up “ “You might wake something else up if you do that” I said. We all laughed “Give me a few minutes, and then I should be fine. Let me lay here for a few minutes,” I said. I still could not get what just happened before I woke up out of my head. Henrique’s dick looks amazing but fuck…i can’t stop thinking about his hole. I’d do anything to fuck it again. Then I snapped back to reality only to see him fucking Marc’s face while he eats Keith’s hole. As Henrique moved in wave motion pumping his dick into Marc’s mouth, his hole was winking at me. Marc was right. It is hard not to do something when a hole winks at you. I’m not quite ready to join their action yet but my god that hole. I got to fuck that hole in my mind earlier. It was so warm, so moist. Am I addicted to his hole? I slowly got myself up and then when i got near his butt. I didn’t waste time taking it slow bc he was face fucking Marc. I want to tongue fuck him and even better if I can bring out a submissive side of him. Nothing hotter than a dom of mine turn into a sub for me. My mouth latched on his ass with my mouth sucking on it to ensure he doesn’t move far. Then I curl my tongue into a tube shape and started fucking him with my tongue. His clean hole with a little bit of mush tasted so good. “Oh fuck yeah…Ben. Get your tongue in papi’s ass…fuck”. He two a few minutes to enjoy my tongue fucking his hole then he started fucking Marc even deeper into his throat than before bc I could hear him gagging every few seconds. Out of nowhere, Henrique told me and Keith each be on one side of Marc, doggie position with our ass facing him. He ask Keith and I to play a round of rock paper scissor. He was going to pump his dick in the winner’s hole just and load his kids. If we tie, then Marc gets to swallow it all. If neither Keith or I cannot let him pump his dick all the way in us in one try, then there will be a punishment. I already knew that I’d win this because for some reason, dudes are more likely to go with rock in the first round. I learned that in one of the classes, meaning that I will get to take Henrique’s dick, which is a monster of its own kind. “Are you ready Keith?” I asked “yeah. 1 - 2 -3 - go, ok?” I nodded. As expected, I’m the lucky cock winner. I asked Keith to plug me up but Henrique said no need then he put two fingers in me already. He found my prostate immediately without even having to feel around. I was not expecting that and made an uncontrollable sound. Not long after, Henrique said “Spread your butt cheek for me Ben. Daddy’s dick is coming, Are you ready?" Keith being a great friend that he was, already brought popper to my nose but it was a bottle I haven’t seen before. He told me to take 4 hit deep hit back to back to back to back. On the 3rd attempt, Henrique pull his cock out of Marc’s mouth and literally pump his dick in me all way they like he said he would. I might have scream if Keith didn’t shove his dick in my throat in time. All everyone could hear is me whispering. I could feel the muscles in my rectum being forced to part way and allow Henrique's dick through. It wasn't too bad actually bc it all happened so fastI can literally feel his blood pumping through the vein on his dick. He pumped at least 8 waves that I could feel. There’s no way all that cum will stay in my ass. I asked Henrique to leave his dick in me for a bit so I can get used to it a bit more. In reality, he entered so fast that my muscle didn't have time to process his penetration, so as he tried to pull out, my muscle was making me pay the price of giving him a free entry. As weird as it sound, his huge dick in me, not moving, feel better at this moment. Of course, that's weird. I moaned so much as he slowly pull his dick away from my ass. When he got to just the head of his dick left, he surprised me by pumping it all the way in. I made a sound this time for sure. He laughed and asked what was the matter. I said "You. Just do it slow" As Henrique slowly pulled his dick out he said, “Ben, you do know that my cum is another of the booty bump for you, right? I slammed a pretty big one after dinner. I don't know if that slam is in my cum yet but sometime tonight you will get it for sure. ” Oh shit! I’m high enough. It totally didn’t cross my mind that taking Henrique’s load comes with a side effect. “Your hole is tight Ben. Fuck….that gaping hole is my favorite sight to see. Keith or Marc wanna give him another before we take a break?” Both of them said “I will” at the same time. “Hahaha” Henrique laughed “We all know how to handle that situation. I’m gonna go grab by camera. You guys go quick. You don’t want to let his hole recover all the way”. Keith slide from under me and got his dick ready for me to sit on before he even finish answering Henrique. He put his hands on my shoulders, signaling me to sit down on it. As I sat down on his cock, Marc’s covered my nose and mouth with a popper rag. That most certainly made the rest of the way down easier bc I was completely overwhelmed by the smell of poppers and my mind went blank. Marc took the rag away from my face to allow me to enjoy Keith’s dick in me for a bit. Then he told me to take a few normal breath bc he aint letting go the rag until he’s all the way in. I don’t know how I can possibly take his thick dick, to be honest. I hardly could take it by itself earlier. Henrique brought a light and an action camera so he could get up close without getting in the way. Marc’s well lube up dick was as tough as I thought it would be. Even with my mind going blank, every inch his dick progress pull me immediately back to reality. When he was half way in. Henrique handed Marc the lube bottle and whisper something to him. Out of nowhere, Henrique gave me a french kiss. His tongue was entirely in my mouth dancing with my tongue. After a min or so he move down to suck on my nipples. He commented on how hard they are already. My nipples are always hard and anyone playing with me can basically own me bc I’d do anything once they are played with. Henrique’s tongue work was amazing. He suck, bit, flick, and circle around my nipples all at the same time. At least it felt that way. He must have gave Marc the signal to go when he got to blowing me Marc push through the rest of the way and Henrique was right. He was totally right bc I was somewhat distracted and it worked. However, it didn’t just feel full . I felt like I could explode with both of their dick in my ass. I could not understand what any of them were saying with these two dicks in me. I was focusing on my breathing. Before I was ready, Keith and Marc started to move. On my god……I never been dp before. This is amazing. Henrique live stream the video from his action camera to the room TVs. I cannot believe both of their dicks are in my hole even after seeing it. I love seeing the skin around my hole pulling the opposite direction of where the dick goes. Out of nowhere it was me who was about to start cumming everywhere hands free. As soon as I finish cumming. I could feel the fountain erupted in my ass. The join stream shot so far up, coating all side of my rectum. I love it. This is officially the third one of their cum booty bump in my ass. I am so high that I find myself zoning out and not paying attention to anything anyone is saying. All I know was that I couldn’t stop fingering my hole. I just wanted to be there so I didn’t fee so empty. I looked at the clock. My god it’s only 930pm. Keith had told me being high is gonna keep me up and make me wanna fuck all night. I feel like I’ve reached the peak of my performance. Can I keep taking the three guys until dusk? Somehow as I thought through all that I got super sleepy all the sudden. Henrique watched Ben falling asleep and had a devilish smile on his face. After he made sure Ben was sound asleep, he turned to the other two guys and said “I think we pulled it off. He had no idea that he didn’t faint and what we experimented. Now. Let’s just hope that the experiment actually works. If it does, we’d make so much money fucking his ass.” said Henrique “We had the highest view count this past two hours than anything we ever streamed before and the night is far from over” said Marc Keith glanced over at Ben because he was feeling somewhat guilty that he didn’t tell Ben about everything. He just hope that Ben can make it through the night like a champ he was when Henrique and Marc approached him that first night.

I went to Steam Portland one night looking to get fucked. I had gone a couple time before looking to bottom, but either struck out or ending up topping. I had cleaned out and lubed up with a dildo at my place before heading out. When I got to Steam it was moderately busy. I went to the steam room for a bit just to hang out, but no one caught my eye. After a bit I got up and made a circuit. I saw someone was at one of the glory holes, so I went up and opened my towel up and put my cock through. A moment later a mouth wrapped around my dick and started sucking me. I got hard pretty quick and after a few minutes, wrapped my towel around myself and started wandering around again. I made my way back to the steam room and was sitting there for a bit when a cute twink came in and went slowly by me. He made eye contact and I nodded at him. He came up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said sure, even though I was looking to bottom. He got on his knees up on one of the platforms and I got behind him. He grabbed my dick and guided it to his hole. He didn’t say anything about a condom, so the moment my cock hit his hole I pushed forward. He was lubed up enough I sank balls deep right away. His ass felt amazing. I fucked him for about 5 minutes then he pulled his ass off my raw cock and went out of the steam room. After a few minutes I went out to the showers and had a quick rinse. I walked back up towards the front to check out the sling area. The twink I was just fucking was in the sling getting dicked by an older guy. I watched him for a bit and let him suck my cock while he got fucked. After a minute of that, I pulled out of his mouth and went to the tunnel and cell block area. I was almost out of the cell block area when a fit mid-twenties guy came in the opposite direction. He stared at me hard as we passed each other, so I went into a semi-hidden alcove with a raised platform and sat down. He followed me and stood in front of me and opened his towel, revealing a 6.5-7 inch cut cock. I leaned forward and started sucking him off, opening my towel and starting to jerk myself off. After a few minutes he pushed my onto my back and took my cock into his mouth while playing with my balls and teasing at my hole with his fingers. All of a sudden he lifted my legs up and started rimming me, driving his tongue deep in my hole. I knew he was getting me ready for his dick. He stood up and lined his cock up with my hole, never asking for permission, just expecting it. Now I had been fucked bareback before by people I had just met, but it had always been guys from Grindr or people I talked to at bars. I at least knew their names. We hadn’t even spoken as he spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, lining it up with my ready hole. He slowly pushed the raw head of his dick forward, splitting my hole open, and I could feel my cock getting harder. He put my feet on his shoulders and sank his cock in so his pubes were against my ass. Then he started to pull out… And thrust back in again. He started fucking me with his bare cock with purpose. This was a man on a mission to breed a stranger, and I was his lucky conquest. After a couple minutes he let my legs down and I wrapped them around him, urging him on. He leaned forward and started kissing me, our tongues dueling. A few minutes more, his raw cock thrusting in and out of me, he whispered “where do you want it?” I told him shoot in me and after another minute his thrusting slowed down and he put both hands on my chest and pressed down as he shot his load deep inside me. He bottomed out in me and I could feel his cock twitching. Then he pulled out, grabbed his towel and walked off, leaving me with the first anonymous load I ever got at a bathhouse. I got up, threw my towel over my shoulder and as I was walking out, the twink I was fucking before was laying on his back on the padded bench. He smiled at me and I got between his legs. I pushed them toward his chest and lined my bare cock up with his hole. I could see cum seeping out of his hole as I started to sink into him. I made out with him for a few minutes until I could feel my orgasm building. I asked him if I could cum in him and he said yes. As I was about to cum I could feel the load in my ass start to leak out of my ass and down my leg. That sent me over the edge and I flooded the twink with my own load. I pulled out, thanked him, and went to go shower and go home, a very satisfied boy.

Close to lunchtime I was on Sniffies seeing if anyone was looking for a lunchtime quickie and got a message from a cute 18 y/o blonde Anglo kid. His picture had me worried as he looked younger, but he said he had an ID to prove he was 18 and he'd just had his birthday before Christmas. The Frisco ISD starts back up tomorrow and he's in high school and as much as I love fucking and getting fucked by high school boys I wasn't about to pass this up. Hotter still his profile was bareback only so I knew he'd be down to take my load and pretty much made it clear he wanted it. I suggested using the locker room in the gym in our building as there's few people here and he was down for that or car play. I gave him the address and told him to text when he got here and he did. I scrambled down to the gym and sure enough, he looked like his picture and he gave me his driver's license, and so I knew his name (Aaron) and introduced myself and led him into the locker room. I checked around and there was no one else in the locker room and as soon as I told him he was on me kissing me, starting to undo my shirt and his. I like how aggressive the kid is and he has his tongue down my throat and is telling me how bad he wants me to fuck him and how bad he wants my loads. I asked him if he wanted to fuck in the shower or in the bathroom stall and he said the stall, smirking at me. I grabbed a towel to clean up after and we went into the stall where we resumed kissing and undressing each other. We weren't at it long before he said he should fuck me first as he was really excited and close to cumming. I asked if he wanted me to suck him first and he laughed saying he was ready to fuck me. I was taking in his hot smooth pale body and his nice long uncut dick, which sadly didn't have much girth. I turned my ass to him and could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and his cock and he slowly worked both into my ass. My ass didn't offer up much resistance as I'd been fucked at the gym this morning before work. His dick entered me easily and soon his was stroking to his heart's content as I told him how good his cock felt in me and how bad I wanted his cum as he tweaked my nipples and kissed and bit the back of my neck. It didn't take long for him to go full throttle and start pounding my ass hard and blasting a huge load I could feel inside me as he let out a loud series of fucks. He apologized saying he was really worked up and cums really quick when he's like that, but that he had another load for me, asking me if I wanted it in my ass or down my throat. I told him not to pull out and that I wanted it in my ass, and how bad I wanted it. He was pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in with long hard strokes groaning as he did. As he did I could feel his cum leaking out my ass and dribbling down onto my balls and legs. I loved that he was churning the load already in me deeper inside my guts and adding his own. I could feel his body tense and his breath change, letting out a loud groan and knew he'd cum in me again. He slid out of me and tried to catch his breath and I turned around to kiss him and tell him how hot it was. I was stroking my cock and told him it was his turn and he took his place up against the wall. I did Aaron just as he did me, spit and stick and his ass also offered up no resistance. It was clear he'd been fucked recently and I'm sure if I dropped down to eat his ass I'd get a taste of that guy's load. If he's willing to hook up with a total stranger in a locker room to fuck then clearly he's a slut and probably fucks around a lot. He was groaning a lot, saying how thick my cock was and how good it felt in him, along with how bad he wanted my cum. I decided to push it and for him to tell me how bad he wants it and that he probably gets fucked a lot and he admitted he did. I pushed it asking him how often he gets it and he said he tried to get fucked every day. I asked him if he'd already been fucked today and he said he had. I pumped him for details and it was a guy off Sniffies who came to his house and bred him raw. I loved that he was hooking up with random guys and letting them breed him raw and knew he'd probably be back on Sniffies after this to get more loads. I asked him that and he admitted he was going to. I was so turned on I blasted a massive load inside him that had him begging me not to pull out and stay inside him. I laughed and told him "not a chance" as I kept stroking. I loved that he was so open about being a slut and really wanted to pump another load inside him and so I asked him if he has any regular buds and he admitted he does, but its easier to hook up with random guys. A slut after my own heart as that's what I do, and I laughed and told him that. He admitted he liked how I fucked him and he'd be up to taking my cock again as I kept stroking. I told him I liked it that he already had a load in his ass and he laughed and asked if I'd had one in me too. I said I had and had gotten fucked this morning at the gym. "You know the guy" he asked and I admitted, no, not really. "You just wanted the load didn't you?" I admitted I did and found myself at a new level of horny. I asked him if he liked that I already had a load in me and he admitted he did. I was stroking longer and harder inside him now and close to cumming and told him how bad I wanted to add my cum to the other guy's cum in his ass, which had him moaning and begging for that, telling me to fuck his ass like the slut he is. I called him a slut and said he should take more loads and have me come and fuck him once I'm off work and have him pump his slutty cum inside me too. I let out a load groan and blasted more seed in his slutty cummy hole. I slid out of his ass and he turned around to kiss me, but not before I could see my seed and the seed from the other guy trickling down out of his ass. I asked him if he wanted to shower and he said he was OK and needed to get going, wiping himself off with the towel I'd brought and dressing. I grabbed my clothes to head to the shower and kissed him some more and he asked if I'd be ready to go again later this afternoon. I said I would and he asked me to text him when I left work. He headed out of the locker room and I hit the showers, amazed that I had found a slutty little teen boy but was bummed realizing school starts for the semester and my only will be to hookup in the evenings after work.

Last night, stopped over at a regular fuck bud’s house while his husband was out and gave him a good deep pounding and breeding.

Very true. I will be 60 in a couple months. My first fuck was with my GF when I was 20yo, so almost 40 years of bare hole fucking and breeding.

I’d started a new job at a large establishment where I had to undergo security training. During the day of being taken around the building and being told what to do in case of any incidents and the like, I’d absent-mindedly found myself beginning to fall for the Head of Security and half-imagined what he might look like in gear. As is my way, really. It was that sort of Stockholm Syndrome where I was fantasising about my so-called captor. His name’s Robert, and he looked quite foxy with his shaved head and suit. Quite bulky but fit. Estimated his age as late 50s and one day when I was arriving at work I saw him arrive on his bike in full cycling gear, and saw his muscular thighs and my fascination began to turn into obsession. You have to have these moments and thoughts, really, to get you through the day. After another evacuation training session, where all the staff were briefed about any potential terrorist threats, I zoned out again and my fascination went further. After a busy week, I thought I’d head out to one of London’s monthly fetish nights. It was while I was getting a drink at the bar that I could have sworn I saw Robert chatting with some guy all in rubber. Robert, it had to be said, looked fucking horny. It was a thrill seeing him in what looked like rubber skin gear, with 20 hole boots, rubber leggings and a cut-off denim-style rubber jacket. I wasn’t sure if I should go up to him – our only connection was that we worked for the same company – but as I was leaving the club, I saw him at the cloakroom retrieving his rucksack and changing into a tracksuit as he awaited his cab. Our eyes met, and flashed that sort-of ‘do I know you’ exchange. I grinned at him and he gave me a wry, nervous smile as if to say ‘what happens here stays here’ as his address was called out to alert him that his cab was outside. I couldn’t really focus on my job in the weeks or so that followed, and ended up telling Surfsuit about him. We were having a session and I said how horny this guy I worked with looked, and that maybe we should ‘keep an eye out for him’. Surfsuit grinned evilly, and said “By your description, it sounds like we most definitely should.” As luck would have it, me and Surfsuit headed to the following month’s fetish event. We were chatting at the bar when I saw Robert at the other end of the bar getting a pint. “That’s him!” I whispered to Surfsuit. I placed my hand on Surfsuit’s crotch as I teased him, noticing a slight flicker of firming up as I said “Maybe you should go and say hello.” As the night wore on, I wandered around the club and checked out the patrons, and spotted in the dim light of the darkroom Surfsuit snogging Robert. My hard-on strained in my jock at what might soon occur, but thought better of it than to interrupt their moment. I would happily watch Surfsuit do his ritual but instead smiled at the idea as I ventured off into the slingroom. It was a couple of days later when I messaged Surfsuit to see how he got on and asked how he got on with Robert… “You mean Bob? Yeah, we got on quite well. Nice guy. His arse was a bit tight, but I soon sorted that” with a grinning emoji and biohazard. I could’ve cum there and then. Work for the next few days was going to be a nightmare if I encountered Robert again, but for some reason he wasn’t in, and the following week’s staff meeting was held by his assistant as ‘Robert was still off sick’. It was then I was fit to burst, and had to go to the staff toilet to knock one out somewhat turned on that Surfsuit had created a new brother who was currently incubating into his new form. I didn’t see Robert again for another two weeks, which kind of made work a bit boring, and so my fascination wore off as I set about the tedium of my job. The following week, I’d arranged to meet Surfsuit at a fetish night out in South East London. As I arrived I spotted Surfsuit and there he was… Robert, chatting with Surfsuit at the end of the bar. I made my way up to them and asked “who’s your new mate?” Surfsuit’s shit-eating grin went nuclear as he introduced us. “This is Bob. You know each other, right?” Me and Robert, sorry, Bob said hello. Bob’s flicker of recognition at me and also me knowing Surfsuit was a delight. He seemed both nervous but I sensed a new attitude. “You two should get better acquainted, I’m sure you have lots to talk about. Shared interests and connections, you could say.” I was turned on beyond belief. Bob looked so fucking horny. He was also both surprised and yet cheeky. Surfsuit then said “Why don’t the three of us go elsewhere, somewhere quieter. I’m sure Bob would like get to know his brothers a little better.” And that was it. The three of us went into a cubicle where Surfsuit and I spit-roasted Bob, our new brother. Bob turned to me and said “You didn’t tell me you were a pozpig.” I replied “You never asked.” As the club entered into the last hour, Bob and I decided to leave and headed to the cloakroom. I gently unzipped his arse, and stuck my finger into his cummy and now poz hole and asked him if he fancied coming back to my flat for a ‘nightcap’. “Yes, brother.” He replied.

Hi @tomzefisThere are some red flags there already, which every single one by and in itself is unlikely to cause serious concern, but you have a number of co-factors: 1. You are saying you went back to your home country. If any of your female ancestors on your mother side are of Mediterranean descent please do a check for glucose-6-phosphate dehydrogenase deficiency. (I would check it anyway.) It does cause a lifelong illness called thalassemia. In your case, as you didn't have any major symptoms until now - if you test positive for G6-PhD most likely is only a minor deficiency. However, people with G6-PhD have a higher intolerance to poppers to the point of being highly toxic. It also means that you are more susceptible to infections. 2. Assuming that you do not have the above mentioned deficiency, the next one is Cytomegalus IgM - acute infection. This will most likely explain the drop of CD4 count. 3. Ibuprofen. Known to cause skin reaction if used for longer periods of time. The more common symptoms are red circular spots on the inside of your palm. They are itchy and sometimes form blisters. Stopping Ibuprofen for a while will most likely resolve it, but do tell your doctor about your intake. Strength of ibuprofen is also a factor. 4. Brand of poppers. Whilst it is true what @ErosWired said about poppers in the US, there are some slight variations in Europe, where amyl and pentyl variety are widely available. Heavy use, will be a co-factor in lowering your immune system barriers. So, try to limit your use of poppers for a while. 5. Lots of travelling.... Stress due to travel would be another co-factor in your immune system being attacked. Not getting enough rest and sleep, a constant change of diet, will do a number on a healthy person and it is certainly likely to have an effect in your case. Frequent stays in hotels, airbnbs, flights, trains, are all source of infections, ranging from minor, non-consequential to more serious allergic reactions. 6. If you are in Berlin, go to Checkpoint BLN. The clinic is geared towards gay men, and they will run a whole lot of other tests that 'regular' doctors in many places will not think to run. ([think before following links] https://checkpoint-bln.de/) It may cost you a bit, but I'd think it would be much simpler to run the tests more regularly. 7. Finally, Covid... The 'darling' of today's news! ... sigh... Yes, you may have had a covid infection, which again, explains the drop of CD4. As for the higher than usual levels of HIV, I wouldn't worry in the least, but.... Do ask your partner, gently as it may be, to do an HIV test as well. If he is already positive, run a HVL test on him too. Assuming that he is the top and cums inside you every time, it would be worth checking his stats. Since you only bottom for him, chances for you passing the virus on to him are very, very, very low. Other than that, take a deep breath (without the poppers LOL) and relax. You worrying about a blip can do a number on your health.

I think I've recounted this in another thread someone here at BZ, but I bottomed for many years because I thought I was a bad top who came prematurely. It wasn't until my mid-30's that I discovered that I'm multiorgasmic. Now I explain to bottoms that the first orgasm is like the appetizer when you go out to dinner. It arrives quickly and gets you ready for what's to come next. I gravitated from being primarily a bottom to being more fully versatile to being primarily a top. (I'm not adverse to bottoming. I just haven't found a man I want to bottom for and/or had the opportunity.) And a number of bottoms have told me that I'm really good at what I do. So as long as the flesh is as willing as the spirit, I'll continue to be a top.

I feel that you can have it both ways. For me, I have no desire to top. I never have. Before I knew what sex was I wanted a boy to lay on me. To feel him on me was all I wanted. I didn’t know anything about it. When I had sex with a man(my step dad) for the first time I knew it was right. It didn’t feel wrong at all. I started craving the feeling. Like a drug almost. I loved the way cum feels inside me. I know now as I have gotten much older(lol) that there are others that are like me.

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.

Angelo And I - Part 4 Caught up with the choices I had to make, my brain was working overtime as I was torn what to do. My desire for Angelo was telling me to go for it, I moved my food around my plate while glancing over at my family taking in the scene. Little did they know that at anytime I could drop a big bomb on them, however, my mother knew me way to well and already had a suspicious look on her face. Friday afternoon approached and Angelo messaged me telling to say I should be ready at 6pm, he would pick me up at the corner of the street I lived on. Telling my parents I was out studying at friends and would be back on Sunday late afternoon, I packed an overnight bag and headed down the street. Right on cue Angelo appeared, I climbed in the passenger seat and he reached over and kissed me full on. I was still not use to this and couldn't fathom out why he liked me. As we pulled away and drove past my house I never noticed my mother standing at the front watching me. I explained to Angelo that I needed to get some college work done for Monday, he laughed, finding it amusing I was still in education. As we entered the house I was lifted off the ground and swept up into his arms, he carried me in to the lounge and dropped me on the sofa. Smiling down at me and told me to get on with my homework. As I finished we ate dinner and he told me we were heading to the bathhouse, hesitantly I got changed not really wanting to go there as it still made me slightly uncomfortable. We changed in the locker room and I waited for him to return from dropping the keys off, he guided me down the stairs and in to the steam room. In no time I found myself straddled across his lap and his arms wrapped around me. Sensing my unease his lips moved over mine, I parted them slightly to feel his tongue enter my mouth. We kissed deep and tenderly for a good 20 minutes before he lifted me up, I braced myself as I knew what was coming next. My hole settled over the head of his cock, teasing my hole he began to gently force the head in to my ass. My body quivered as I let out a moan, my back arched trying to ease the pain as he slowly pushed every bit of his shaft in to my ass. Angelo clamped both his arms around my back bringing my chest crushing in to his whilst pulling me down harder on to his cock. I threw my head back and squealed in pleasurable agony, my face contorting as I struggled to breathe under the immense pressure. Grabbing and pushing his biceps trying to relieve some of the pressure caused resulted in an increase of the pressure around my fragile torso. The searing pain in my ass was being replaced by the pain of chest and lower back being crushed. I couldn't resist any longer and threw my head forward and engaged his mouth, gradually the pressure around my torso eased and my body replaced. I reached up and stroked the side of his face and place my arms around his neck in preparation for my breeding, our mouths devouring each other with an open expression of lust and desire. Sweat trickled down our bodies and pulses of steam erupting around us we locked together in our own world. Angelo's hips were grinding in to me as I rocked back and forth, spasms shot through my body every time his cock went in deep. He pulled my head into his neck and clasped me firmly with one arm around my body he whispered "My seed belongs in your body.". The pain inside my body grew as his cock started to demonstrate the signs he was ready to take me. Angelo jolted as his hips thrusted upwards in one sharp hard powerful motion, I pulled myself close to him as the warmth of his first pulse of seed flooded my body. His arms tightened around my body ass the second pulse flowed in to me. For the first time I cried "Yes" to him as I kept forcing my ass down on his cock, my whole body shuddered as I release my load in between our bodies mixing with our sweat. Panting and clasping to him tighter, Angelo's mouth sought mine in a passionate kiss. We sat there relaxing, I looked him and in a soft voice I told him "I belong to you.", he smiled broadly "Good.". His hips started grinding away at my ass and I knew I was about to get another river of seed. Arms tightened around my body as he threw his neck back as he jolted upwards over and over emptying his balls deep in to my body. Once more he secured his territory and left me in no doubt. I gently pulled off his cock emitting a little moan as I did so, a trickle of his seed leaked out and ran down my inner thigh. Angelo stood and escorted me out where we then took a cooling shower together. I was now finding it hard not to touch him and feel those powerful arms caressing and holding me, what as happening to me? We dried off and headed up to the lounge area to get a drink. Angelo went to the bar and I found a table for us to sit at. Adam from college appeared and came over. "Back again." he joked sitting down and asked if I had scored. I smiled and said "Big time.", nodding in the direction of Angelo stood, who was now watching us. Adam had a look of horror on his face and turned to me "Are you serious?". I could tell Adam was a bit nervous as Angelo came over and sat down. "Angelo," I said, "this is Adam who is at college with me.", Angelo looked at him and held out his hand which Adam took. "Why you looking so tittery?" Angelo asked, "I, er, um..", tongued tied Adam didn't know what to say. Angelo spoke up "Oh I get it, you know my reputation I take it, and your worried about your friend here?". Adam nodded slightly, "You don't have to worry, I'm kind of in love with him", I choked on my drink spluttering it all over the table as Angelo laughed. Adam looked at us both muttering about the steam room and departed. I looked over at Angelo who said "If you want me.", dazed by the revelation but I had no hesitation "Yes, I do want you.". The man who took my virginity and infected me was now in love with me, go figure! By the time Monday came around and I went back college word had already got out amongst the gay community there. It wasn't the fact that they now knew I was gay, it was more so the suspicion I was hiv due to who I was seeing. Little did I know how well known Angelo's reputation was. On the flip side my circle of friends had grown larger over the week. I was seeing Angelo mid week as well as weekends and we were now coming up to the 8th weekend, which I knew what had to be done. That Wednesday early evening my parents looked across the table at me and at each other, my father's response to my coming out was no surprise and told it was unacceptable and not under his roof. My mother on the other hand waited for father to leave the room before she told me that she was suspicious something was going on and was pleased it was not drugs. Telling her I would be moving out on Friday she accepted my decision as being for the best. She told me the college fees would be paid but I would have to support myself from now on. I went up to my room and started packing my clothes, halfway through I decided to message Angelo and tell him the news. I waited 10 minutes but no response came from him, I now suddenly freaked out thinking I had been deliberately played with. I sat down on the bed not knowing what to do and feeling very alone. 2 hours had passed and I could hear my parents discussing "the thing" which I knew was about me. My phone started ringing, I reached over to pick it up and saw it was Angelo. "Is everything alright?" he asked, "Well not really" I began telling him what happened. "How soon can you be packed?" was his response, I told him I could be packed in 15 minutes. "I will be come and get you now.", I felt a lot calmer now, packed everything up and quietly moved my stuff outside the house. I went in to the lounge and told her I was going and that I will call her in a couple of days. She came over and kissed me tearing up, We can see each other I told her and turned and left the house. Angelo pulled up just by the house and got out of the car. He walked towards me and picked me up and gave me a big kiss in the middle of the street "I love you.", I cried in to his neck and told him "I am so happy, I've hopelessly fallen in love you.". My things loaded in to the car we drove off to his house. Some people are still amazed at how I tamed the beast, there was no taming him. We do have the most amazing sex life in private and still visit the bathhouse to have a steam and he always gives me two loads before we leave. But in reality all he wanted was someone to love and love him back as Angelo and not his reputation. He supported me through college until I got a job and takes good care of me. I respect him and trust him totally, well I have one the most stunning looking husbands who only has eyes for me and vice versa.

Owned - Part 3 The attendant handed me the locker key. In the locker room I noticed just one other person slightly out of view, I busied myself getting changed and closed the door. Catching sight of the guy we both looked at each other in surprise. Adam stood before me, he was in my class at college and we were pretty good friends but never really socialised in the same circles. He asked me how I was but he was more interested in why I was here. We decided get a coffee at the cafe just down the street. Stirring the chocolate in the milky froth he began to tell me that he used the place as an escape and to get sex. Asking me why I was there, I went on to hell him about the birthday present to myself, he probed wanting to know more. Telling him it was my second visit and that I had only been laid by one guy. He confided in me that he had hiv and was in no doubt he contracted it in the bathhouse. Explaining it was a notorious place for engaging in bareback sex. He coaxed out of me who had fucked me, his eyes opened wide when I described him. "So, both visits you had sex with Angelo?" he asked and I nodded as he continued "I tried to get Angelo but he was not interested. Although I did hear today that he had sex with someone twice which is unheard of.". A perplexed look must have come across my face as he went on "Angelo is known for pozzing guys especially unsuspecting ones, but very rarely shows interest in a guy once he is done with them. Are you going to meet him again?". I was still trying to take in what he was saying to me when he prodded me for answer. "Oh, I don't think so.". Adam then gave me a frightening perspective "Angelo will not take no for an answer that much I do know of him.". It was a very informative chat with Adam, and gave me a lot to think about, and worse, he probably had infected me the first time. I got up to leave and headed home. I began to have the strange feeling again of seeping fluid from my ass so rushed home. Three weeks later the summer holidays started my family had decided to head to the coast for several weeks. I decided to stay at home and catch up on some course work. There had been no communication between Agnelo and myself, kind of glad as I didn't want to get any further with him. One bright morning I woke up with a raging headache I ran to the bathroom to vomit. Heaving in to the toilet I realised I was sweating and as the day wore on I felt worse, suffering alone in the houseI went to bed and fell asleep. Startled awake by my phone I gathered my senses and picked it up. A message from Angelo, I put the phone down on the table and turned over. 10 minutes later another buzzing, retrieving the phone I saw another message from Angelo. I clicked on the first one "Your quiet." was all he sent, I read the second message "Don't ignore me.". I can't explain why but I was feeling slightly frightened and remembered Adam's warning. I typed a reply to him "I'm sorry, I don't feel well, I am in bed." and hit send. He replied quickly "Do you have flu?, give me your address I will pick you up and bring you back to mine.". I layed there looking at the screen as it turned dull and switched off. Turning it back on I typed in my address and sent it to him his reply was swift "Be outside in 15 minutes.". A car pulled up and Angelo's face appeared instructing me to get in. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Your coming home with me so I can look after you." and with that we drove off back to his. He carried me inside up to his bedroom, undressed me and laid me in the bed. He put the TV on got undressed and slid in beside me. He pulled me close and allowed me to cuddle up against him as I drifted off to sleep. I woke at the sound of movement, it was dark outside as Angelo entered the bedroom with food and water. He helped me sit up and began to feed me, eventually he spoke "It should pass in 48 hours, it is first effect your body has when you become infected with hiv.". He put the bowel and drink down, I looked up at him "I own you.". I put my head in my hands and sobbed heavily as he put his arm around me I flinched and pushed at him to move away, this provoked a reaction I never suspected. Angelo twisted my body around with such force and pushed me flat on the bed, his hands holding my shoulders down. He reared up behind me and without any warning he rammed his cock in to my arse in one crushing thrust. I screamed and thrashed about underneath his weight, he laughed as he pinned me to the bed, my body was burning and racked with spasms of pain from his sexual assualt on me. His hips moved like a jack hammer as he pulverised my ass continually for ages. My crying grew hoarse and the weakness of my body caused me to go limp as I had to accept this was not a game of getting a fuck but reality of messing with the wrong person. Angelo release a deep loud grunt and his hips locked against my ass. The twitching of his cock and jolting of his hips meant that he was delivering his poison deep in to my body. Rapid and successive pulses kept firing streams of seed, each one melding in to the wrecked lining of my anal passage. He panted heavily next to me ear as he whispered "Never, push me away, I own you, never forget that", with that he pounded me with his cock several more times to reinforce his statement to me. He pulled his cock out and turned me to face him, wiping the tears from my eyes and face he pulled me up close to his chest, we both fell asleep. Sunlight streamed through the window waking me up, we were both in the same position as when we fell asleep. I felt a lot better and started thinking about my decision to explore sex, how it had lead me down a road I never suspected or wanted, and I layed in the arms of the man who destroyed me and re-shaped my life. Looking at this person I wondered how 10 years age difference could turn a person in this type of monster. He raped me last night in no uncertain terms, yet I was not discarded like a empty tin of beans. What he saw in me I don't know, did he just want another boy of poz?. His arms moved pulling me closer to him as I drifted off to sleep again. After a few hours Angelo woke me as he got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I got up and went to the window and looked out at how beautiful the day was. I heard him coming back in to the bedroom and felt his breath on my neck. He wrapped his arm around me and without hesitation I pushed back and rubbed my ass in his crotch against his semi hard cock. I was beginning to learn how to respond and respect the power he had over me now. He kissed my neck, picked me up and carried me back to bed and in his arms again, no sex this time, just the intimacy of us being together. I ended up staying for 4 days, during which the sex we had became more intimate and very spontaneous. My ass was still sore from the last time I pushed away from him but he showed more consideration when gently pounding the hell out of me. That afternoon I had to approach the subject of going home to catch up on my college work. To my surprise he agreed and drove me home. I leaned over and kissed him, as I got out of the car he called me over to the drivers side of the car. He looked up at me and smiled before speaking "Weekends you are mine." I did a cursory glance around the street to make sure I was not being seen before I replied "Not good enough, try again.". He looked more intently at me trying to guess if I was playing, when he spoke again the words that reverberated somehow must have been what I really wanted to hear, "Weekends you are mine, you have two months to sort out what you will tell your family. Because at the end of the two months I will turn up here and you will decide either to stay with your parents or get in the car and come home with me permanently.".

Angelo - Part 2 I was finding it difficult to walk normally so decided to take the bus. Taking my seat I jumped up a little as he pain hit me, it was turning out to be a very uncomfortable trek home. As the bus pulled up to my stop I stood up with the weird feeling of my underwear being stuck to my ass as I tried to adjust it without anyone noticing. Opening the door to the house it was very quiet so I guessed my family had gone out, I headed to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my shorts and noticed a damp patch on the back and felt quietly embarrassed. Pulling down my underwear I noticed a pink slimy mess had congregated in them and decided to rinse them out so headed to the bathroom. As I stood rinsing them in the sink I felt a trickle run down the inside of my thigh so grabbing some tissue I wiped it up noticing yet more of the slimy pink mixture escaping from my ass. I cleaned myself up as best as I could then went back to my bedroom picking up my trousers off the floor I remembered the note in the pocket. Debating to destroy it I paused and read it once more, doing so caused a stirring in my groin. Maybe this was fate and we were destined to be together, stupid idiot I told myself. Picking up my phone I added the number to my contacts and tore the note up in to small pieces, there I thought, if I need to and I can remove him easily enough. Tired from my day and somewhat aching I pulled the duvet back and snuggled down in bed to have a nap for a few hours. I woke with a startle and felt myself laying in a wet patch and new immediately that more of his cum had escaped my ass, my sense of smell picked up an usual odour which must be what a fucked ass smelt like. This was all very new to me and wasn't sure if this was normal Cleaning up the mess as best I could and taking a shower to rid the slimly mess on the inside of my thighs again. Sitting on the bed I picked up the phone and started typing a message "Your cum is still seeping out of my ass." and hit send. The buzzing of my phone startled me a little. I read the message "Good. Let me know when you want me to breed you again.". The rest of the weekend went by without any further incidents but my ass was still hurting but subsiding slowly through Sunday and in to Monday. The week went by in a flash and college was hectic with lots of assignments to complete so I was kept pretty busy until Friday early evening. Assignments completed meant I had the weekend to myself, laying back on the bed group texting with friends deciding if were going out. I then stumbled across his old message. Something was drawing me to reply but the thought of having my body brutalised again should have been enough of warning. I typed one word "Hi" and a smiley face. His response came straight away "Meet me at the bathhouse in 20 minutes.", oh crap I said to myself, a second messaged arrived from him "When you arrive give your name as Tiger to the attendant.", not thinking any more I quickly dressed and headed out. Opening the entrance door the same attendant as before was manning the desk. I walked up as he asked my name, "Tiger" I said. He looked at me handed a locker key and told me my visit had been paid for. I must have looked slightly confused but he smiled "lucky you" he commented. Descending the stairs to the lower level I found it was really busy and trying to move around was a challenge. Hands were grabbing at me from all directions making me feel extremely vulnerable and disorientated. Two burly men collared me and started closing in forcing me in to the corner by the shower cubicles their hands reached out an grabbed hold of my arms, they started to steer me towards a dark corridor off to one side. I froze on the spot trying to pull away from their grasp. A tattooed arm appeared from behind and a familiar vice like grip secured me around the wait. The two men looked up as his voice bellowed "Fuck off and leave my boy alone.". Without any hesitation they released me and backed off hands raised in a surrender. He guided me to a private room that had a day bed in and turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me and spoke for the first time directly to me "No one will touch you, don't worry I am going to get us a drink.". Several men passed by looking in a guy who could have been no older than myself lingered posing in the entrance eyeing me up and down and stepped over the threshold. An arm grabbed him and warned him "Don't do it, he belongs to Angelo", a look of horror on his face he made a clumsy rapid exit. Angelo as I now knew his name, returned with two soft drinks. He closed the door and secured the lock as he offered me one of the drinks, I thanked him and he sat down beside me taking a swig he put the drink down on the floor. I took a small sip and put my drink down his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand resting on my chest he pulled me in and gave me a very tender french kiss. This man of little words quickly removed both our towels, he swung me around straddling his lap. Stroking the side of my face and whispering "I knew you would want me again." as he pulled me in to another kiss. His arms now wrapping my body tightly I felt comfortable and secure knowing where this was going. I raised my hips slightly and he removed one arm, spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to my hole he then guided his cock towards my ass. Tingling then a sharp burning pain ran up my body as I felt the head of his cock penetrating me. Pushing his hips up and forcing me down his cock tore it's way in to my body I moaned in to mouth repeatedly. Coming to rest on his lap he let out what seemed like gratifying purr. He disengaged our kiss "My boy. Back where you belong." he muttered whilst kissing my neck. I felt myself being lifted up forcing me to lock my legs around his waist as he stood up our mouths met in an excited yearning manner. In one swift movement I found my self on my back in a missionary position, he gently started gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as my body shuddered at this new experience he looked me in the eye a big broad smile on his face. I relaxed completely stroking his back as he switched between thrusting and gyrating, my back arching, body responding to his movements in unison. His arm wrapped around my neck pulling us closer face to face, we kissed tenderly as I held his neck I could feel his cock beginning to go rigid and swell putting more strain against my ass lining as he thrusted in and out with total abandonment. He grunted loudly several times as delivered the first river seed in to my body. An agonising cry emitted from me at the sexual slaughtering my body was taking. Every forward jolt of his body meant another release of seed being planted deep in my body. Still locked together he rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around my body. My head nestled in his neck and feeling the fading of his orgasm I tenderly kissed his neck as he tightened his arms around me. The warmth of our entwined bodies, his dominance over me just draw me deeper and deeper into hedonism and I just wanted to lay here with him forever. After some time had passed I felt his hips pushing up as he started working up to take me again. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside me gently pushing his cock deep making sure his seed was planted firmly. We enjoyed a very sensual kiss as he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped my lips as his head finally pulled free. As we left the room I was told to go home, climbing the stairs I looked around to see him disappear in to the steam room.

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…

I never thought I was gay, in fact it disgusted me. I was always very clean - verging on germaphobia - and was horrified when I found out what was involved in gay sex. This didn’t stop my family from thinking I was, partially due to me being 5’5 and almost hairless, and partially because I’d never really had a girlfriend. I had dated a few girls throughout my time in highschool and college, but I was an overachiever, graduating both a year early; which never left me much time for girls. My parents promptly stopped complaining about my lack of serious relationships when at 20 years old I got a six figure administrative position straight out of college. This was my dream job and what I had been working for all my life. The one downside was how little work there was, I had been so used to being busy that after getting the position I was bored. After nearly a year at my new job I was desolate. Bored out of my mind, I had made very few friends at work due to my age and had little going on outside of work. I chose to Chanel my boredom into something productive, more work. My department was famous for its annual team building trips. While I had yet to attend one I was excited and when the higher ups sent notice they needed help planning I jumped at the opportunity. This year they had decided on a nature retreat and had picked a series of cabins they thought could be good to host us. My job was to help determine which was best. I was supposed to go to one of the cabins and stay a week; seeing how it is, planning activities, and the like. I got assigned the most expensive and isolated option, 2 hours from the nearest town. Since it was so expensive instead of renting the entire cabin for me to stay, we chose to only rent a room. The owner assured me that I would still have free reign and the only other person there would be him. The cabin was a five hour drive from my home, most of which was through empty country and forest. I stopped at the last town to get gas I noticed the gas pumps didn’t have a card reader so I went inside to pay. The gas station was surprisingly well kept, but there was a strange noise inside: almost like a sloshing sound. I ignored it and went up to the cashier. ”how you doin’ there bud” said the cashier, he was tall and slim with thick stubble. ” I’m doing well sir how are you” I replied “ just dandy bud, what can I do you for” ” $50 on pump two please” “you got it, if you don’t mind me asking bud, where you headed” ” a cabin up on lake red rock” I noticed the sloshing sound was stronger up at the counter but continued to ignore it. ” Oh boy you’re in for a good time, how long you staying?” “a week sir” “that’s what you say — Oh fuck yeah” he moaned out. He stepped back and I saw that he was completely naked from the waist down. His wet penis hung a good 7 inches down on his equally low balls. As he stepped back a stout naked man an inch or two shorter than me walked out from under the counter. The naked man looked at me, smiled, and then I saw him swallow whatever had been in his mouth. I stood shell shocked, unsure of what to do I just stared blankly as the man walked into a door in the back. ”sorry bout that bud” the cashier said as he bent down to pull up his pants. “ but boy needs his food, I’m sure you understand” he added as he handed me my receipt. I walked out in silence and sped away as soon as my car was full. I tried to put it out of my mind on the drive, but kept replaying it. I suddenly realized the man had not been fully naked but had had some strange pink plastic dome where his penis should have been. ding on the porch waiving . I had only emailed him and in my mind pictured him as your standard retiree . This man was far from standard though. Standing at least a foot above me he was a Goliath of a man, with near body builder physique he was tattooed from the bottom of his beard to his feet. He wore only shorts, although with all his body hair he practically had a built in shirt. He was bald on the top of his head, but where most would see a flaw, on him it looked perfectly natural. — I’m sorry if this is a bit dull but I plan to add more soon feel free to ad suggestions/criticisms this is my first time really writing something

Off camera: This is a story based on truth and some fiction. It contains drug use, bareback sex, group sex, rape, and more. if you don't believe the premise of this story, check out any gangbang video by Devil's own, or similar companies. Damn was I excited. Here I was in LA, finally far away from Aurora, CO and my nagging bitch of a girlfriend, about to walk in to the studio where I’d be getting paid some serious cash, just to fuck a bunch of hot pussy on camera. I’d come a long way from where I was a year ago. Back then, I was living with my girlfriend, working construction, drinking myself to sleep every night, and begging for something more fun to come along. It was around that time I got into crystal, and pretty soon I was working five days a week so I could spend the weekends smoking and finding tail. My girl didn’t seem to mind, since she was also smoking my shit, and fucking a bunch of dudes on the side. Since it never occurred to me to break it off with her or make her get a job and pay for her half, the cash was quickly not enough, consequently I spent less and less money on booze and food, and more on crystal. It wasn’t all bad, I even managed to work off the beer belly I’d had since college, which is what helped me get noticed. One night, my girl and I were at my supplier’s apartment, smoking away my paycheck, when we ran out of dough before the midnight had arrived. Desperate, my girlfriend offered to let the dude fuck her, if he’d keep our party going. I was immediately worried, not because she was trading her sloppy pussy for more stuff, but because I had nothing to offer to keep me involved. Luckily, he was a stand-up guy, and said he’d be down to join us both. I figured he was just being kind, since we both knew she couldn’t care less if I was bothered by her cheating on me, and had no idea it might be for another reason. So off came the clothes and for the next seven hours, he and I fucked my girlfriend senseless, only stopping for bathroom breaks and energy drinks. We even let a few other dudes who stopped by to buy join in on the fun. At some point, he whipped out his phone and started snapping pictures, which we had fun viewing once she was passed out. “You know man, you are a fucking machine when you party,” he said as we smoked another bowl, while she snored behind us. “You ever consider doing porn?” I laughed him off, but he wasn’t going to drop it. “I know a guy who owns a porn company in LA, great dude.” He continued as we watched a slide show of our threesome covering most of the Kama Sutra. “He is always looking for dudes who can fuck for hours. I did a film for him last year, got a free trip to LA, all the partying I could handle, two days of pounding pussy, and $700 out of it.” “Fuck me man!” I coughed as I blew some smoke and got a semi at the thought of it. “Seven hundred dollars and a free trip to LA, just for a porno? Sounds too good to be true.” “You should do it man. Good money, hot pussy, free vacation, quality drugs. You got all the assets.” He wasn’t wrong. At 24 years old I was 6’1” tall, weighed about 180lbs, still had a nice four-pack, hefty hairy pecs, nice biceps, a butt that keeps girls heads turning, and a nice seven-inch dick, thicker than a big banana, and two huge balls that shoot cum over my head when they’re primed. Top it off with a nice smile, green eyes, light brown wavy hair, and permanent five o’clock shadow, and I have no trouble getting laid. “I dunno dude. I’d feel weird doing that stuff, or even applying for it, but I sure could use the cash…and maybe some time away from Liz.” We laughed, as I continued to notice how I seemed featured in every camera shot, with almost no view of the other two. “Tell you what bro, I’ll send him some of these pics of you fucking Liz, see if he can’t use you too.” I knodded that it was okay, and began to wonder if I could find the porn he’d done some how, as he loaded another bowl. That was almost two months ago. After some blood tests and a skype interview, I requested a few days off from work, and was on my way to LA for my first porno. I was surprised that my supplier said the producer supplier the party favors, but he insisted it was true, and that they’d also supply some Viagra and anything else I’d need. I wondered what the hell else I could possibly need besides tina, Viagra and tons of sex, but I didn’t push it. Once I arrived, I made my way to the hotel, with strict instructions not to get drunk or stoned or have sex before the next morning. So once again, here I was, walking through the doors of the studio, which looked like little more than a warehouse from outside, and into my dream come true. I didn’t even have time to set down my duffle bag when I was grabbed by the Producer and swept behind a curtain, where the warehouse transformed into a brightly lit penthouse living room. The camera man and lighting guy were checking light levels on a big-breasted brunette, while four naked, pretty well-hung dudes stood around here, passing a pipe and laughing about something. Another curtain swung aside and some mirrors, hanging racks and make-up kits told me we were in the dressing room. “Okay, we’re ahead of schedule so no time for formalities. Go ahead and strip naked, and here,” he said as he thrust a sack of goodies, a little blue pill, and some lube into my hand, and began to walk back to set, still talking “Take these. Lube up your ass and cock and get it hard before you come out on set, or let me know if you need a fluffer. Do you want to smoke or shoot?” “I only smoke-” I was going to shout after him why I should lube my ass, when a make-up guy, about 20 years old and flaming as could be, appeared with a pipe, torch, and began applying powder to my face and chest as I slipped off my shirt. “Here you go stud. I’m Danny, your make-up slash hair slash pipe supplier. Sorry about Paulie, he is super crazed.” I watched his mouth curl into a smirk as I stripped off my pants and tighty-whiteys and began lubing my cock while he continued to powder me from head to toe, balls and all. I took that moment of awkward discomfort as a sign and began puffing heavily on the bowl, before doubling my efforts on my cock and going from spaghetti to steel in ten seconds flat. “It’s okay, if he is as tweaked as everyone el-” “Oh no, the crew doesn’t do any of this shit. Paulie just gets nervous on days where he’s shooting gangbangs. Four on one is always hard to shoot while avoiding the ass play and drugs and shit. Speaking of which, don’t you want to lube up your ass?” he asked, applying some weird goop to my hair, which his brush and hands transformed into a style while I jerked and smoked. “Uh. No, why would I?” I said, my hole twitching. “Well you did use the enema like Paulie asked before you got here this morning right?” His hands and powder brush moved away from my butt. “Yeah, two actually, but still, why would I want lube back there now?” “Oh, well most of the dudes on these sets have been doing porn for years, and quickly discover the only way to make ends meet is do gay-for-pay. Once you get used to having an 8 inch cock in your ass every time you blow your load, it gets hard to shoot without one. But if you can get up and off with no dick or dildo in your hole, good for you, I guess. Well, you’re all done, head on out there. Too bad you aren’t soft, since I’m the fluffer.” He laughed and pushed me out on to the set. The camera men were now adjusting some equipment, while the woman I was about to tag-team sat off to the side, shooting up between her toes and chatting with someone on her phone. I wondered over towards the couch I assumed I’d be spending the rest of the day on, where the four other guys sat, still naked. Two were shooting between their toes as well, while one was smoking the pipe. The remaining guy was stroking an impressive cock, which had to be nine inches long, turned to me and smiled. “Hey, you must be Peter. I’m Brent, but my stage name is Dick Biggins.” This got a laugh from the other guys, while he took a huge hit off the pipe they were sharing. “Just shittin’ ya man. The guys in these movies just get a first name, and you won’t be saying my name anyway. Here, try a hit of this shit man, it’s better than the stuff they give you when you first get here, in case you can’t handle it.” “Thanks man.” I took a hit and could immediately tell the difference. This stuff was smoother, stronger, and made my balls tingle. “Aw come on man, that was weak, take a real hit.” He took the pipe from me, lit the torch again, and held it there, encouraging me to keep going until I couldn’t take anymore. “That’s better. You point?” “Sorry?” The guys laughed again, but he shot them a dirty look, and picked up a needle. “I guess not, pointing is shooting up. Good for you man,” he took the needle, already filled with some slightly cloudy fluid, and shot it into a vein in his foot. “Paulie tells us this is your first film, that true?” “Yeah, first time in LA too, figured I’d be spending more time chatting with the girl I’d be fucking than the guys joining in on her.” This got a laugh again. “Yeah. That’s Karen, she’s a fucking cunt. Only cares about getting high and getting her paycheck. She’s money on screen, but don’t expect her to talk to you before or after. How about I give you a quick run down of how it’s gonna work today Pete?” He shoved the pipe back to my mouth and lit it again, while introducing the rest of the guys there. First, Steve was sitting on the arm of the chair, which is why I didn’t notice he had a big dildo in his ass until he stood up to shake my hand. He is a few inches taller than me, a little heavier, with a slight gut, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile, huge biceps and pecs, and a thick eight inch cut cock with average balls. Next, Tommy stood to greet me, which reveal a small butt plug, as well as his slightly smaller stature, around 5’10” probably, brown hair, brown eyes, hairy chest, beard, six pack, and a seven and one-half inch uncut cock, and eerily hairless balls. Craig, who seemed to be the only one not working his asshole, is around my height, with green eyes but bald from head to toe, and built like a body-builder, including his seven inch cut cock, which was as thick as his wrist. Brent himself was about an inch shorter than I am, with black hair on his head and treasure trail, blue eyes, and a rippled swimmer’s body. The only thing that kept my dick from mistaking his bubble butt for a girl’s, was the massive dick and balls swinging down between his legs. Once the guys had been introduced, Brent explained how the filming would work. We’d begin by putting on running shorts and tee-shirts and would “arrive” at Karen’s apartment to help her move, discovering her naked on the couch. After an hour of filming her sucking us off and each of us eating her out, we’d strip off our clothes and take turns in the positions posted on the boards that could be seen behind the camera, based on whichever one Paulie pointed too. Each of us was expected to shoot one cum load on Karen’s asshole or pussy during the shoot at our assigned times, and one on her face and breasts at the end. He figured the shoot would take about three or four hours, and once it was done, we’d get the rest of the day to recuperate before coming back tomorrow and doing it again to another girl naked Cari, who was also “a cunt.” Finally, he explained that Paulie’s assistants would help us make sure that we never had to stop shooting while we smoked and used the off-camera stimulation. “What do you mean?” I took my millionth huge hit off the pipe while he worked a crystal up his ass (a booty bump just like my girlfriend had done and even gotten me to try a few times). “Well, the couch is fitted with secret spaces and “cock-cubbies” which allow the assistants to work toys and cocks into our holes if we need it to get hard, but usually one guy will be off screen getting fluffed, or fucked or using a dong too.” My jaw dropped as he offered me a crystal for my hole. The thought that each of these guys was gonna get fucked made my dick soft and my stomach churn. Sure, they’d all been doing shit before with dildos and dongs and plugs, and Danny told me they’d done gay-for-pay shit and got used to dick in their holes to get them hard, but I never thought they’d be doing it in front of me. “Aw nasty man, I’m not into that gay shit. I don’t care if you guys do it, but does it have to go on while I’m here.” I was really worried that the sight of gay sex in front of me would kill my hard-on while filming, and possibly make me ill. “'Fraid so bro. Besides, it’s not really ‘gay shit.’ It’s just needed stimulation by a real dick, Steve’s dick in fact. Why do you think there are five guys for a four on one scene?” It hadn’t occurred to me that there was an extra guy, but I snapped my head around, just in time to see Steve sliding balls deep into Craig’s chisled ass. Horrified, I looked at Craig, who seemed to be loving it, and shot my glance around to the rest of the actors and crew, none of whom seemed to care less. The weird thing was the tingling that had been in my balls was now in my tight, virgin asshole, and my hard on was gone, just in time for Paulie to call places. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! My cock won’t get hard now.” Danny appeared as they began filming Karen’s intro scene, and tried fluffing me while we all got dressed, but after fifteen minutes and still no joy, I was afraid I was about to lose my job when Brent finally convinced me to let him try something. He pulled me back into the dressing area, and lubed up my cock again, while also lubing up his other hand. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump, you ever had one?” I nodded. “Good. Usually for a newbie I’d dissolve it in water and shoot it up there with a syringe, but since time is short, I am going to give you a big rock and I am going to push it in deep using this,” he held up a rubber cock, black in color, around six inches long. “and before you freak out, I promise I’m gonna loosen you up a little with my fingers first, but I need you to trust me and bend over, spread your cheeks, and push out like you’re taking a dump, cause in about five minutes Paulie’s gonna want you to be hard and ready. It will burn when I put the rock in and the first few seconds the dildo is in, but once you’ve relaxed and it begins to melt and absorb, you’ll be good as new, cool?” I nodded again and bent over a make up stool in front of me. With my shaking hands, I spread my cheeks, jumping a little when I felt the cool lube hitting my crack and sliding slowly down across my button. I jumped when his finger pushed at it and worked the lube in a little, but tried to relax and push out like he asked. One finger, then two, worked their way inside me before I heard the shake of the baggie and figured he was pouring a rock out. Sure enough, I felt his finger slide back in, this time burning like crazy. I bit my lip as his fingers pushed it in. His fingers slid out so fast I almost thought he’d changed his mind, when suddenly the dildo shot in, all the way, all at once. I almost screamed, but his hand covered my mouth just in time. My hole was begging for him to take it out, but my desire to get paid was telling it to shut up. Plus, some part of me wanted to show Brent I could do this. That if he could take a read dick, then I could handle a little rubber one. “Good job Pete, you’re doing good,” he uncovered my mouth and slid his hand down my chest to my cock, and began to work some life back into it. “How’s it feel?” “It feels…good, actually.” I wanted to say it hurts, but suddenly it did feel good. My ass went from burning to glowing with heat, and only got better as he began to pump the dildo in and out in time with his strokes on my cock. “That’s the plan. In a minute or two the rock will dissolve then it will feel amazing! In the mean time, do me a favor and get mine hard too will ya?” I looked down and saw his cock, semi-hard, pulled out over the waist band of his shorts. Without a second thought I reached down and began stroking it too. “How about wetting it for me?” The lube didn’t even occur to me as I spit into my hand and returned it to his dick, watching as the balls tightened up in their sack, before it reached full mast. About that same time, my mind began to swim, and I leaned back against Brent, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Just kicked in huh? That’s good, it’s doing its job, we’re both hard, and you seem about ready to do anything.” I opened my eyes when he said that, just in time to see him lean in and kiss me. Nowhere in my thoughts did it seem disgusting or wrong. Instead, I lifted the hand not stroking his cock, and used it to pull his face closer to mine. I whimpered into his mouth as he pulled the dildo from my hole, but quickly got the idea as he slid in behind me, pulled out of the kiss and lined his dick up with tender hole. I wanted to protest, but he shushed me. With one hand stroking me, and the other guiding his cock, he pushed forward until his gigantic cock head pierced my insides and slowly inched half way to the balls before stopping. I leaned forward and slammed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but his insisting hips got another few inches in before Steve appeared through the curtain and told us it was time. “Damn, I wanted to lose a load up there before we went out. Promise me you won’t let Steve inside you today before I get to shoot one off okay? I did the prep, I want the cherry, got it?” I nodded and mumbled something while we pulled on our shorts and shirts and made our way to the set. For the next hour Tommy, Craig, Brent and I pounded our dicks into Karen’s willing mouth, calling her dirty, disgusting names and slapping her spit covered double-d’s with our cocks and balls. Every few minutes, one of us would slip out of shot as the camera guy would move in for a close up, and the missing guy would take a hit or two and work a plug or dildo or beads inside his hole while Danny or Steve sucked his cock. A few times they would end up bent over a stool or lighting stand, as Steve worked his cock inside them for a minute, which got me hard as a rock. When I got some time off camera, I felt too shy to use any of the big toys, but Steve made sure to offer his dick. One look at Brent’s cock titty fucking Karen and I told him no thanks. What really surprised me was what happened with guys on screen. During filming, the guys were fingering each other, or shoving toys in each others' holes. Kissing and sucking each other just out of the shot, or doing it with Steve or Danny. Paulie would even reach in behind the camera and use his fingers on a willing ass or eat a butt hole of whoever was eating out Karen. I almost jumped out of my skin when it was my turn to eat her snatch, and found Paulie working some beads up inside me…although they felt awesome. In no time, the shorts and shirts were off and we were fucking her all over the couch. Again, it shocked me watching Danny crawl behind it and slide his hands up into holes cut into the cushions and arms, well disguised until his fingers or a toy slipped through it and into someone’s asshole. I watched as each of the other guy’s shot long fuck sessions, all with toys in their holes, thrust back and forth by a hand in the couch. Tommy had his cock in Karen’s mouth at one point, while she rode Craig’s cock, but as soon as the camera did a close up of the fucking, he’d slide his dick in Craig’s mouth. While I fucked her ass doggy style and Brent mouth raped her soon after that, he’d lean out of shot, sucking on Steve or Craig. Tommy and I double fucked her next, one in each hole, while craig licked both holes, occasionally sucking one of the dicks into his mouth when the camera went for a tit shot. The weirdest thing had to be when Craig was ass fucking her, and I was in eating her pussy from below, and suddenly Tommy slid my dick into his hole, balls deep! During all this I figured out that much of what I always assumed was dirty talk for the girl in pornos, was really encouragement for the action off screen. Even Karen got into cheering on someone riding Steve’s dick while doing a line off the stool next to him. And when Paulie began to eat my hole, while Tommy ride my dick, with my tongue inside Karen’s pussy, only inches from Craig’s cock in her ass, I almost shot my load. I managed to give the two finger tap to the camera guy which signaled I was close, and pulled up just in time to shove my cock into Karen’s ass as Craig pulled out. I came in a shot of her back, asshole and my dick, Brent nuzzled his cock head up against my hole and said “I can’t wait to breed that asshole.” Anyone who buys the movie and watches it will hear that line and think Brent is drooling over the sloppy hole I am blasting my load all over, covering her in cum from the hole, up her back, in her hair and up over her hair onto the cushion in front of her. I will always know that was his final step in brain washing me into becoming obsessed with the thought of his cum in my ass. Two more hours of filming after that, with the expected two loads from Craig and Brent, and three from me and Tommy. Off screen Steve bred Craig and Tommy each, fucked Brent while he sucked Craig off, and Paulie finished the day with his load inside Tommy’s mouth causing Tommy to shoot a third load on Karen’s tits and stomach. As for my extra load, Brent used a finger to push some of his cum inside me, making me shoot again, unplanned, creaming her pussy. My last load was with all the other guys, all over her face and tits. My cum was on Karen, but my eyes were locked with Brent. Once the last shot of her licking her lips and moaning was wrapped, I couldn’t believe how quickly everyone showered and went back to their real lives. Karen couldn’t wait to get the cum off her face. Tommy had to pick up his wife from work. Craig’s girlfriend needed him to get her kids from daycare, and Steve had to help Paulie and the crew set up for the next shoot. I figured I’d imagined it all when Brent was nowhere to be found as I slipped in and out of the shower and got dressed. Until I got outside to hail a cab, and found Brent leaning against his car. “I figured you’d need a ride to your hotel, cool?” He opened the side door and I slid in nervously. He ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in, turning on some music and racing off to my crappy beach side motel, neither of us talking the entire way. I climbed out slowly, taking my time in case he wanted to make a move. God, why the hell did I want him to make a move? I was, AM straight, love pussy, just fucked a girl for hours, blew three loads in, on or around her. But before I could convince myself with one more example, I blurted it out. “You wanna come in and smoke the rest of that shit?” I regretted saying it, even as he smiled, slid the car into park, and followed me too closely up the stairs into my room. I turned on a lamp once the door was open, and motioned him in, where he began loading a bowl immediately. “Just so we’re clear,” I said, my brave tone hiding my disgusting urge to get his cock inside me. “I just wanna party and chill, cool?” “Of course man, no pressure, just chill and smoke this shit. But I thought you might be curious to check this shit out.” He tossed a dvd case onto the bed before lighting the torch and taking a huge hit from the pipe. I crossed to see what it was, and got caught off guard as he shot gunned the hit into my mouth when I went to grab the dvd. I froze and inhaled, buzzing from the hit and from his lips on mine again. I pulled away and acted appropriately annoyed, coughing as I read the movie title. It was another porn from Paulie’s company, which held no appeal to the disgusted side of my mind until I saw the guys on the cover and recognized my dealer as one of them. My eyes widened. “Pop it in and we can stroke out another load,” I opened my mouth to object. “No funny business, I promise.” The look on his face made me realize what a tweaker ass I was being, so I laughed, took a hit and shot gunned it back to him. Popping the dvd into the player across the room, I shucked my pants and shirt and hopped over him onto the other side of the bed, hoping my callous attitude would ease the tension I’d created. “It’s cool man, I’m not freaking out, just high and horny still, I guess.” I said, as I watched Brent stand and strip down to a black jock strap. His thickening snake created the first bulge I’d ever been tempted to unwrap, and the black straps framed his tan cheeks perfectly when he bent to retrieve something from his pocket. “How about we do some g to help with that?” He turned back around, and tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed, along with another bottle, unmarked, filled with GHB. “I dunno Brent, I’ve only done it once before and got kinda sick.” The memory of the party with Liz and another couple made my stomach turn. The entire night I listened to another guy plow my girlfriend, while I tossed my cookies ten feet away, before passing out. “Don’t worry man, you just gotta take the right amount. I’m gonna do a cap full, so I’ll give you a half cap.” His ass cheeks bounced together as he sauntered to the minibar to get us some soda to chase the liquid. He returned moments later with two hotel cups filled with coke, and two Dixie cups with tiny amounts of clear GHB. "Bottom’s up,” I regretted the expression as I downed the bitter liquid and chased it quickly, imagining my ass in the air. Taking a hit off the pipe, Brent returned to the other side of the bed by climbing over me, rubbing his bulge across my stomach in the process, causing my nipples to get hard. I turned my eyes back to the dvd, and fast-forwarded through all the bullshit plot until my dealer walked in, and pulled out a sizeable dick. How had I missed how nice his cock was when we fucked Liz? I didn’t miss the fact that one of the other men in the video happened to be Brent. I took an extra big hit, and could feel Brent smiling, as if he knew each puff got me that much closer to losing control. “I didn’t know you knew my bud!” I pointed to my dealer, and Brent nodded as he smoked. He handed the pipe back to me while sliding his thick beast out the side of the jockstrap. “Yeah, it was his first movie too. But he was no virgin, that man can take a pretty big cock in his ass. Don’t you want to lose those briefs?” I fished my briefs off letting the words sink in before taking a hit. “You mean…” I sputtered smoke between syllables. “Oh yeah, he took two loads during the day, from Steve and Paulie, and that night, he and I fucked the shit out of that short twinky guy,” he indicated a handsome young guy with a round ass and large uncut dick on the screen face fucking a busty blonde. “Took turns on his ass all night long. He was a pro. Even let us double fuck him. I came a record seven times inside his ass and mouth that night. It was hot, but I prefer real men, the type that don’t realize how badly they’ve needed cock all their lives, until the moment my cock head is inside them. Those are the guys who’ll let you ravage their asses, just to feel your load inside them.” “Too gay dude, I need a pussy in the room.” I didn’t dare look at him as he passed me the pipe. The G was taking effect and although I was relaxing, I was also pulsing with sexual need. “That’s what I used to think man. Till one night, I was partying with my girlfriend and another guy. My girl passed out and I was out of supplies. I asked him if he’d mind loading a bowl, and he agreed, as long as I’d blow him. I was desperate and said yes, and before I knew it he was in my mouth and I was hard as a rock….kinda like I am right now,” I glanced up from the bowl I’d just hit and saw he was right, his cock was fully hard and had a constant stream of precum running from the piss slit down into his neatly trimmed black bush. “The taste of precum became my version of Viagra man. Try some.” He wiped a drop off and brought it to my lips. I sucked his finger dry, savoring the salty taste. I knew I should be grossed out, but my body hungered for him to keep going. “Hmm, doesn’t seem to work for you,” looking down, my cock was shriveled and small. I cursed it for not playing along and thanked it for saving me from giving it all at once. “I do remember one thing that worked to get you hard though.” Right then, I should have pushed him out the door, tossed his clothes behind him, and never looked back. But at the same moment, I heard my dealer’s voice call to me from the video, saying “you know you want it in your ass.” I barely moved as Brent slowly knelt between my legs and began fingering lube into my hole. Watching silently, I trembled as he chose the largest rock he had and put it up my ass. Now was the time for the dildo to push it in, but neither of us had a dildo. As the rock slid past my inner sphincter, the burning brought me to my senses for one crucial moment. “That’s far enough man. Thanks.” I sat up and slid back against the head board, but Brent moved his hand with me and wouldn’t withdraw his fingers. My hands moved to pull his out, but the G had taken over and I had used all my remaining strength to get this far away. “That’s cool bro, I’m just gonna make sure it’s as far in as my fingers can get it.” A third, previously unused finger slid into my hole, pushing the rock up deeper and sliding across my prostate, which awoke my cock. I moaned and knew if he made a move, I’d be powerless to stop it. He began pumping the fingers in and out while turning them slowly from side to side. My eyes rolled back in my head as Brent grasped me around my waist with his free hand and slid us both back down to the bed. Me on my back, him on top of me, with our hard cocks between us. He began to pull out of my hole, and now my hands tried to stop him instead. I looked up at him, pleading and confused, as he pushed my legs towards my shoulders. “I can’t…please, don’t…I don’t want to be….” He forced his lips on mine until I turned my head away. “Be what? Fucked like the whore you really are? Forced to realize how you won’t be able to survive without cock? Turned into another closet cumslut who needs my dick inside you, just so you can get hard enough to fuck your girlfriend? Don't fight it Peter, you took a whole cap full of GHB, and I took none. I shoved a rock so big up your ass you'll OD if I don't dilute it with some jizz. God I wanted you from the first moment your friend sent me pictures of you fucking your girlfriend. All I had to do was promise to set up my camera phone to record it all from the bedside table so e can watch it when he inevitably fucks you too!” Panic filled me right before his nine inches did. This was all a trap. My dealer was gay, or at least bi, and wanted to turn me too, so he sent me out here to get my ass fucked by this Greek God, knowing they’d get me too high to say no. I screamed, as he laughed, while his dick bottomed out. I’d like to say I hated it or it hurt like hell, but once the initial pain was gone, I began grasping at his jockstrap and pulling him closer on each pound, even as I whimpered for him to stop. He slammed me deeper and deeper, lasting only a few minutes before I could see his chest muscles tightening and sweat rolling off his strong, tan arms. With a gigantic roar, he unloaded his balls into my ass deeper than I thought could ever be possible. He smashed his lips into me, forcing me to kiss his rapist’s lips. I tried to turn my head away, but it was trapped between my own knees. He pulled back just enough to stroke my dick while not breaking lip contact, and within three strokes I followed his epic load with one of my load. The first shot was so strong it sounded like a champagne cork bursting when it splashed between our chests. He shot up straight before the second and third shots doused our faces. The fourth and fifth shots ricocheted off of his carved ab muscles before coating my hairy chest. The last three or four shots continued to paint me in white hot goo, marking me as the very cum slut he wanted me to be. I must have passed out for a moment then, because the next thing I remember, he was back to pumping full length in and out of me, but with his phone in his hand, taking photos and video of his second turn inside me. I gave up trying to push him off after a few feeble attempts, especially when he shot gunned a few more hits to me. By his next cum load, I was talking dirty and begging him for his loads in my hole. In total, I took eight loads from him over the next nine hours, before I panicked, thinking we had to be at the studio in a few hours. Turns out, the shoot was the next day, and he’d only told me it was that day so I wouldn’t try to plan anything for the night before. I figured he’d finally let me sleep, but he wasn’t satisfied with that idea. “Sorry Pete, but now that you’re a cum-loving, manwhore, it’s my responsibility to make sure you get truly initiated so you crave all dick, not just mine.” He never could have convinced me that was a good idea if he didn’t say that at the same moment as my first point. When he released that band, I wanted to scream no, but all that came out was a cough and some pleas for more cum in my ass. In the amount of time it took for me to shower and down some Gatorade, Brent got Steve and a big black friend of his to come join us and bring some play toys. So If you see me in a porn video one of these days, pounding away at Karen’s pussy, remember that it was the video I enjoyed making second best. The best for me is a video I’m always afraid will show up somewhere. The video where I lose my virginity to a nine inch dick, offering to do anything if he’ll only stop fucking me. The video where I offer to do anything if he’ll never stop fucking me with that same nine inch dick. The video where I get gangbanged by that man, his beefy blonde college age friend, and their 6’6” tall massive black pal with an eleven inch monster. If you think what went on off camera during the shoot in the studio was wild, just wait till I tell you what went on off camera in that hotel room…

To the OP though, I think it's a stretch to say one is only interested in Holes that are already full of loads from previous Cocks. Sure, that's the preference - the ideal - for some of us, but limiting one's Breeding to only pre-loaded Holes seems a bit untoward, even haughty. Some guy has to be the first of the night to Breed a Hole. Say your favorite fuckjoint opens at 7pm. Tops that like pre-loaded Holes shouldn't show up at 7 - they should show up at 11 pm, thus giving the bottoms some time to take more loads, before the picky Top shows up. For my money, it's not all about the Top, or all about the bottom. Rather, it's all about the union of hard raw Cock with willing, hungry Holes. It's a conjoining - even if only for a few minutes - between two men who need what the other possesses, (unless there are three or more, of course .... 😁)

The man that took my anal virginity was in his 70s when I was in my 20s. It felt like a pretty big shock leaving after the first night. But in no time, I was constantly at his house, and he wouldn't let me wear any clothing, piping me down every time. Soon I was tied up in his crawl space as he whored me out to friends. My daddy issues are so bad that when I had to leave him, I walked away believing It was my responsibility to be an easy and slutty breeding boy And that one of my biggest (still unaccomplished ) fantasies was/still is to get gang-fucked and filled by a large group of older men. If I could, I would start a nonprofit that would just send me to different retirement communities so any of the men who wanted to could breed me. If anyone knows a good way to go about either of those, I'm all ears. haha.

Great story. I just wish there were a few more scenes. Did Bobby finally accept his gayness? How did he react to discovering that he d been converted? Did he ever go back home? Did his dealer ever collect his ass? And so much more here to unpack for the readers.

I'm doing this right now. I got REALLY fat over the decade out of the Marine Corps. And the pandemic made it worse. So I've decided to bodybuild to loose the fat and keep it off forever. I've always want to be a muscle bull too. First characters I was ever attracted to were bears and bulging muscle cartoon characters. So I found an IFBB Pro bodybuilding coach with experience using gear. He makes my workouts and sets my training. And I found a master (though sadly a long distance one) that's working out and juicing himself. Our goal is to transform me from a 300 lbs fatass to a 300 lbs muscle bull over the course of the next decade. I fully intend on competing in bodybuilding meets too to keep me focused and motivated. I'm quite a bit of an exhibitionist when I get the opportunity, I've learned. In time, I aim to compete nationally for bodybuilding titles, and compete for leather, pup, and BDSM awards too. Would love to be known as a celebrity muscle bear at events who flexes, let's anyone touch him, gets fucked by everyone, and teaches classes on floggibg, whipping, fisting, etc. Only just begun my journey. But those are my goals over the next decade.

Although there is some variation of content abroad, in the United States virtually all poppers are the same active substance, isobutyl nitrite, and many of the various “brands” are in fact produced in the same facilities, sometimes from the same batches, simply with different labels. The only difference between the bottle regular poppers and the bottle of ‘extreme’ poppers is the label and the amount of money you pay for the exact same product. Your Rush Black and Fist are likely the exact same thing, possibly with something added to change the odor. Read the teeny-tiny text on the label - it should list the active ingredient.

I hope that's a bit of hyperbole ... we don't need to live in fear, all we need to do is be understanding of each other. I know that most Tops would avoid an "unprepped" Hole, but we all know that accidents can happen. It's merely a function of our interior plumbing, and after all - it's us that are using our bodies in a "special" way, so like car-insurance - hopefully, we've all taken out a "no fault" policy. I might take pains to point out though, that a pre-fucked and loaded Hole is fantastic for a number of reasons and a number of guys, which you most likely already know. Some might think my tastes aren't just "dirty", they're downright filthy. Maybe you can guess how big a shit I give what others think. I know the phrase you used is commonly used in any kind of conversation; I just hope it's not actually the case for you. Where would guys like me be without guys like you? One sorry sordid lot of crabby guys, that's where.

When I was in my 20’s and dating a sub guy who would do anything I told him. I told him I wanted him to start drinking my piss whenever I wanted. We started out with him naked in the bathtub. I started pissing on his body than moved up to his head. I was pissing on his head when he opened his mouth and started catching my piss in his mouth. That’s how WS started with us. Eventually, he just drank from the tap while out and about. If he let any escape, he would be punished. One night I had a bit too much to drink and made him bare his ass so I could fuck him, always raw. We were outside, but hidden. I needed to piss before I started fucking him. After I came inside him, I held his hips so I stayed inside him. Than the piss flowed. He came from that experience. I made him drink from urinals and toilets before. The clubs were usually packed, so made it difficult for him to sneak a drink from the urinal, so I came up with a solution that had the same mental aspect. On the way to a club or bar, I made him chew several pieces of gum. When we first got to the place, we would go to the bathroom and he would toss his gum into the urinal. When we would get ready to leave, I would take him to the bathroom to retrieve his gum. One club had a riff in the bathroom. I always wanted to make him spend the night lying in it clothed and get soaked.

I think you misunderstood the words that I wrote. I did not say that there is no way legislatures or Congress can pass anti-LGBT legislation. I said, specifically, that neither same-sex marriage bans nor same-sex sodomy bans can be passed under current Supreme Court precedent, and unless and until the Court overturns those precedents (Obergefell v. Hodges and Lawrence v. Texas), no laws *on those topics* (emphasis added) can go into effect. In fact, if you look at the ACLU page you yourself cited, and attempt to filter the legislation by topic, you'll see that "same-sex marriage" and "same-sex sodomy" aren't even topics that you can search for - because for now, at least, they are settled law. I say "for now" because the right to an abortion, at least prior to a certain point in pregnancy, WAS settled law until it wasn't. But it didn't cease to be a right because of any legislation passed in Congress, Texas, Mississippi, or any other state; it ceased to be a right when the Supreme Court specifically held that it was not.

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!!

Don’t forget though.. a married man probably isn’t using condoms anyway ( with their partner ) so why change ? but I echo the OP, in my dealings with married men I’ve found them to be pure filth, always wanting to try things the wife doesn’t do.. the main one being ANAL. there needs to be a case study done on “straight” mens obsession with anal.

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

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

Chapter 6: Twinks, Aloha Style As the plane soared over the ocean towards the mid-Pacific island paradise, Ricky engaged in a conversation with the woman across the aisle on the other side. She proved to be an executive of a Honolulu-based tour company which offered Hawaiian immersion experiences to visitors, especially those coming to the islands for the first time. She passed Ricky a brochure and a paper which proved to be a detailed questionnaire. “I never travel without a few of these handy, and you just proved why,” she said with a smile. “Do the questionnaire carefully, and you’ll get some point scores which will direct you towards some of our experiences that best suit your interests. Our packages are sold by hotels and resorts on all the islands.” He thanked her and he and Dylan set to work. After about thirty minutes of work (and a few good-natured disagreements), they determined that both of them were most interested in Scenic Beauty, and Dylan had Active Sports and Hawaiian Culture as his second and third choices, while Ricky had the same two in reverse. “Hah!” Dylan snorted. “As if your favourite active sport is going to be in a tour brochure!” “Like you’re not just as bad, especially when you’re passive – I mean, not really active!” It was at this point that a grinning Alan put in his two cents worth, since the movie he’d selected on the inflight entertainment had turned out to be a total dud. “I have Sunday off, no meetings, so let’s make that a day to go to the Polynesian Cultural Centre. I always enjoy that place and learn new things every time I go.” They agreed to that. Then Dylan asked, “Alan, choice between the Volcanoes Tour on the Big Island or the Bike Ride down the volcano in Maui – which one would you recommend?” “Do both,” he answered promptly. “Two separate days, say Friday and then Monday or Tuesday, since they both involve flights to other islands.” “What about Kauai? It looks totally gorgeous,” Ricky put in. “It is, but to me Kauai is a whole experience to itself. I’d go there for a full week any time.” “Lotsa young cuties, huh?” Dylan’s smart-ass remark brought another chuckle from Alan. “Let’s just say that it’s the one island I’ve been to in Hawaii where I really felt like I was off in another world altogether – completely separated from all the hassles of day-to-day life. We’ll go there soon for another trip.” “Okay, then, we’ll hit the tour desk at the hotel in the morning and book those three. And that still leaves a fair bit of time to explore Waikiki Beach, some restaurants, some shopping, lounging at the pool, the gay beach….” “And don’t forget that our section of the resort has its own exclusive pool,” Alan added. All three of them laughed. The tour company executive smiled discreetly. She knew how much money flowed into her company every year from LGBTQ travellers. Twilight was descending over the island and the lights of Honolulu twinkled in the dusk as the plane settled onto the runway, and then turned off to taxi to the terminal. In no time, they had gotten down to the arrivals level, claimed their baggage, and hired a limo to take them to their resort. Their huge corner suite included balconies on two sides, and the boys naturally wanted to go out for a first look. Below them, they could make out the tops of the palm trees and see the line of lighted towers stretching away in a broad arc to the east. They could see in the reflected light the gentle surf washing up on the beach below them. Somewhere down there, too, there came the sound of young voices hooting and hollering as they splashed around in the pool. “Wow,” Dylan said, “this is going to be incredible. Just from what we can see and hear right now, it’s putting me into a holiday mood.” Ricky just had to tease him. “Romantic holiday?” “Horny as hell holiday.” Both of them laughed as they came back inside, grabbing ass from each other. Alan looked at them and smiled indulgently. “You lads seem pretty eager to get busy. But I’m always tired and need a good night’s sleep after a day of air travel. I’m going to shower off and then go to sleep in here. You two can go ahead and play in the other room if you like.” With that, he went into the main bedroom and closed the door without latching it. “Thank you, daddy,” Ricky called after him as he went. “Well?” “Lead the way.” In seconds, the two of them were undressed and twined together on the sheets of the bed. Even as they grabbed at each other’s bodies and their hard cocks duelled between them, both of them were thinking of the older man in the other room – Ricky with real affection and Dylan with a mix of wonderment and puzzlement. “Ricky, is he for real? I just can’t believe that he’s letting you go fool around with other guys, and even encouraging you to do it. I know, you told me all about the sloppy seconds thing, but still….” Ricky smiled and shrugged, then dived down and sucked Dylan’s raging erection right down into his throat. “Aw, fuck. Maybe we’d better close the door first.” Ricky got up quickly, closed the door, and then dived right back down onto his target again. Forty minutes later, after each of them had planted his seed deep in the ass of the other, they collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Ricky awoke after several hours, sensing that something was missing. Looking around, he realized what it was. No Alan. Dylan was still out like a light, so Ricky got quietly out of bed, crossed the sitting room, and opened the door of the main bedroom. He turned down the covers and crawled into bed there, and as he pulled the covers over himself, an arm reached out to draw him nearer. “Mmm, that’s good,” a sleepy voice murmured. “Good night, daddy,” Ricky replied. He snuggled closer to the man in the bed as the arm squeezed him affectionately. The next morning, Ricky awoke and slowly realized that he felt like he needed to take a dump. But then he felt the solid mass in his hole moving deeper inside and knew that Alan had awoken first and sneaked a hard dick into his relaxed ass without waking him up instantly. “Good morning,” Ricky said, stretching his arms and yawning. “How’s my clever daddy this morning?” “Clever?” “Getting a head start on me so smoothly.” Alan laughed. “Well rested, and full of energy. And you’re full of something too, something wet and warm, and it feels great, as always. Ricky, it’s awesome, the way you’re always trying to make me happy by giving me what I love to enjoy.” “I’m glad to do it, because you’re giving me so much, Daddy.” “Here, I’ll pull out and you can roll over.” “Why?” “Because I really enjoy going face to face with my boy, kissing him as I’m fucking the sloppy wet ass he’s giving me, especially first thing in the morning like this.” Ricky laid down on his back and lifted his legs up – and suddenly the room was flooded with light. “What the… are we being filmed?” “No, the sun just came up and found the spot where I didn’t quite get the curtains closed all the way last night.” They both laughed, and then Alan entered his boy again, sinking slowly all the way in and then pressing lips eagerly to lips. Ricky’s arms went around Alan’s torso, his legs locked around Alan’s waist, and there they were, fully joined together again. “Mmm, when I get inside you and you’re so ready for me, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” “And I love the way it feels when you fuck me slowly while we take our time kissing each other.” “Well, then….” Alan resumed his slow, easy fucking motions as they kept kissing, swapping tongues, pressing their faces together in growing passion. Alan’s hard cock was stirring Ricky’s guts and rubbing his prostate, once again finding the exact spot that got Ricky fired up. As ever, it seemed too wonderful to end -- but on the other extreme it was going to end far too soon because it was going so perfectly. Alan’s strokes were getting faster and rougher, and the impacts on Ricky’s prostate more insistent, and they both knew that they were going to cum soon. Alan’s breathing was getting faster and harsher, and Ricky matched him, breath for breath. Alan began grunting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck….” under his breath, and Ricky squeezed his tool with his hole, forcing Alan to reach the peak. And then, just as Alan threw his head back to cry out that he was cumming, Ricky’s cock lifted up off his abs and launched a barrage of sperm rockets into the air, trailing drops of cum across his chest and abs as the fireworks kept exploding out of him. The contraction of his hole with the very first launch drove Alan into letting his sperm fly inside his boy’s ass, spurt after spurt and several more still. The contractions and pulsations as the two of them came, right together, kept their orgasms going on and on, jolt after jolt. But at last, the contractions ebbed away, and they both breathed again, loudly at first but gradually quieting. Alan’s arms lowered him again, gently down onto his boy’s taut young body as they stroked each other with light caresses. And time stood still. Ricky finally opened his eyes again and looked right into Alan’s beautiful blue eyes. “How does this happen, Daddy? How do we keep getting better and better together? Every time we do this, it always feels like a huge improvement over the last time.” “I know, my boy, and I don’t know why. I’m just treasuring this reality, that we both make it so amazing for each other.” They kissed gently for a few more minutes until they heard Dylan making some discreetly peremptory noises by shuffling things around in the living room. They both laughed and got out of bed to get the day going. The three of them enjoyed an awesome buffet breakfast on the hotel’s terrace restaurant, but then Alan had to go off to his first of a week-long string of business meetings. He said he would be back at about seven o’clock to take them to one of his favourite places for dinner. The boys decided to go to the tour desk first, and then do some exploring in the stores, and just walk around and get the feel of the resort and the whole area of Waikiki around it. By about one o’clock, they’d had enough of that and headed back to the suite to get changed for the pool. Then they took turns rubbing sunscreen into each other’s skin. Ricky grumbled. “I hate getting all this goop slathered all over me.” “Well, buddy, I don’t know about you, but I have no choice. I think it’s part of the genetic curse of the redheads – when I’m out in the sun, my skin goes white-white-white-white-white-third degree burn. Without the sunscreen, I’d be in the hospital before dinner time. And bring it with us when we go down, because I’m going to have to add more before the day is over.” “Is that any reason to sandpaper my skin off? You need to use a better body lotion on your hands, there, Dylan.” “Take it easy, Ricky, we’re not going to be able to go down to the pool if you don’t get that horse of yours under control and keep it in the stable.” “Is it my fault that you keep rubbing as close to my crotch as you can get?” Of course, they were both laughing as they finally headed for the elevator. Getting off at the second floor, they sauntered outside and found a nearly-deserted deck around the private pool for the deluxe wing. They established themselves on a couple of lounge chairs, and then began looking around for a server. Eventually they spotted him when he emerged from talking to a group seated in a shady alcove behind some palmettos. And he was quite a sight – tall, dark hair and eyes, a long lean body and legs, fitted shirt, and an appreciable bump in the front of his uniform shorts. The boys ordered drinks and lunch sandwiches from the menu. When the waiter returned with the food, he also brought the bill. Ricky took it and signed off, after marking in a generous tip. He made sure to mark their room number in extra large numbers, just in case. The day passed in a pleasant mix of sun, swimming, and short powernaps, with extra application of sunscreen after two hours, much more quietly and less suggestively than when they first put it on in the room. Around three, they flagged the waiter again to get some mai tais. This time, the bill came with two copies. One was the usual for Ricky to sign. The other was a half-printed one where the machine had run out of toner. On this one, the waiter had circled his name – “LEO” – and added a short note, “I’m off at 4:00.” Ricky read it, showed it to Dylan, and then both of them nodded as he handed the note and the signed bill back to Leo. At 3:50, they finished off their drinks, and headed for the exit to go back up to the suite, with Dylan giving Leo a clear wink as they passed him. Up in the suite, they tore off their swimsuits which were beginning to feel painfully cramped and started making out. Their cocks were getting big, hard, and dripping before the knock came on the door at 4:05. Ricky went over, looked through the viewer, and then opened it to admit Leo. By the time Ricky got the door closed, Leo was pressed against his back, grinding a firm cock into his ass crack while he struggled to turn around and face this hot guy. Nor did Dylan intend to get left out, as he came over and pressed in close to Leo, then reached down to pull the guy’s t-shirt up and over his head. Then he pulled the shorts down and found that Leo had no underwear on. Well, that explained why his bulge was so prominent under those shorts. They soon found out that Leo intended to be the one calling all the shots. He spun Ricky around, and said, “Get down there and suck my cock.” Ricky obediently went to his knees and set to work on Leo’s tool – eight inches long, with a wicked curve upwards. Leo then snapped at Dylan, “And you – eat my ass.” And there the two of them were, down on their knees, eating front and back of this hot stud and loving every minute of it. But Ricky really wanted to collect the guy’s load in his hole and was afraid he was going to get it in his throat instead. So he stood up, turned around, thrust his ass out and began rubbing the crack up and down over Leo’s head. “So that’s what you’re after. You need rubbers?” “Hell, no. Plant that thing in me bare.” Leo wrapped his arms around Ricky’s chest from behind, heaved him up off the floor and carried him over to the bed, where he flung the sexy twink face down. Instantly he leaped on top of Ricky, pressing his shoulders down and snapping, “Spread that ass.” In seconds, Leo had his face buried in between Ricky’s cheeks and was tonguing and sucking on the hole for all he was worth, while Dylan had gotten his face inside Leo’s ass again and was busy working on him. Leo knew Ricky was more than ready for his big tool, so he slid up and nudged the head in between Ricky’s cheeks until he found the knot. Then he planted it there and leaned on it, pressing down harder until the hole popped open and he was inside. Ricky groaned as Leo sank his long curving sword deeper into his boy ass. Then Dylan decided to try it on with Leo, but he’d no sooner gotten his cock planted in Leo’s crack than Leo reached back and swatted him away. “No chance, boy. I fuck. I don’t get fucked.” Dylan then came around to the front so he could slide his cock into Ricky’s mouth. After a minute or so of spit-roasting him like this, Leo got another idea. “Come on, boy, up and at ‘em. I want to fuck you out there.” He gestured towards the broad shady balcony. “Are you nuts? Everyone will see us out there!” “Actually, they won’t. No other balcony has a view of this one, and if we stay back under the overhang we’re not even visible from the ground. Come on, I love fucking ass outdoors.” “I sure hope you’re right.” “Listen, boy, I’ve fucked on this balcony a few times. Last time was this really hot daddy, and boy, did he ever get revved up by doing it outside. I fucked two loads into him, and he came right with me both times – and he wasn’t even yanking his tool.” “Okayyy….” Ricky did his best to sound like a naïve, scared boy, but inside he was exploding with glee at the thought of getting done out in the open. He slid the door open and led the way outside. Leo pushed him down over the lounger right by the door, and then mounted him again, entering his ass and sliding all the way in, then back out. It took him no time at all to get wound up to the point of no return. Outdoor fucking plainly turned Leo’s crank. “Fuck, kid, I’m ready to breed your tight little ass. Take my fucking load!” He jammed it in one last time and shot off into Ricky’s hot fuck tunnel. Then he snapped at Dylan, “Get down here on your back. Your turn now.” Dylan lay down rapidly alongside Ricky on the double lounger. It didn’t take long for Leo to enter him and begin pounding into him, and it only took five minutes or so before a second load blasted out of that curving dick and into Dylan’s quivering body. But still Dylan hadn’t cum, even though he was pulling hard on his dick. Ricky knew exactly what to do. “Dylan, cum inside me. Give me that hot load!” Dylan shifted over, rolled Ricky onto his back, pushed his cock into Ricky’s now-opened ass and began fucking at high speed. “Yeah, buddy,” Ricky gasped, “Let me have that load. Flood me!” Dylan hammered still harder, and then choked out the words, “Fucking cumming in your ass!” as his cock spasmed, shooting half a dozen distinct squirts of his man cream inside his buddy. “Damn, that was hot!” Leo groaned. “Come on, you guys, get me cleaned off.” Ricky dived onto his cock first, licking and washing it clean with his mouth, tasting that heavenly flavour of used cock and ass. Dylan quickly joined him. “Well, Leo, I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” Once more, Alan had come home sooner than expected. Suddenly, the light went on in Ricky’s head. “Daddy, you mean you’ve fucked with him before when you were here?” Alan laughed. “Actually, no. Leo, do you want to tell them or shall I?” Leo dropped his assumed arrogant top guy role and smiled sheepishly. “Alan was my daddy for a while, five years ago, when I first came to the west coast from New York.” Dylan jumped on that confession right away. “Aha! So that means you have been fucked, many times!” Leo blushed. “Uh-huh. You know how it works. Sloppy seconds and everything.” Alan smiled in his usual kind manner. “Would you like to join us for dinner?” Leo shook his head. “Thank you, but no. I have to get home to my boyfriend. He’ll get hot as hell when I tell him I bred two young guys, and he’ll be wanting to give me his load in my ass. I just play top here because so many of the guys who come here are bottoms, and it gets me laid and gets me the big tips.” Alan directed a quizzical look at him. “Sorry, I wasn’t angling for a tip when I said that.” Alan laughed. “Well, then, just call it a present – for old times’ sake.” So saying, he slipped Leo a pair of fifty-dollar bills. Leo hugged and thanked him, then kissed the boys goodbye, and thanked them for a “great fucking afternoon.” And after he left, Ricky commented that his last sentence was capable of being interpreted in more than one way. All three of them laughed. They had a splendid leisurely dinner on an outdoor terrace with tiki torches flaring and the sound of the ocean surf quietly lapping on the sand somewhere below them. An hour after they’d finished eating, the three of them were all in bed together again, letting Alan enjoy his favourite kind of sex – fucking two used and filled boy holes. By the third day of meetings, it was obvious to Alan that his hoped-for business deal was going off the rails and couldn’t be salvaged. He shrugged, smiled, courteously thanked the people he’d been negotiating with for their time, and spent the rest of the stay as a holiday, hanging out with the boys whenever they wanted, or letting them go on their own as they wished. When they all went together to the Polynesian Cultural Center, he refused to tell them anything about what they were going to see, hear, or experience. “Just listen closely to all the interpreters and their explanations. The place is like a living encyclopedia in full, blazing colour. Meet you back here at 5:00 for the luau dinner and the show.” At dinner, they had plenty of stories of the day to share with each other. Then came the spectacular stage show, ending with the climactic fire dances – and once again, they had a lot to talk over on the coach back to Waikiki. That was one night when all three of them just slept – it had been a long and full day. The day the boys went to Maui for the bike ride down the mountain, Ricky managed to collect a quick load in the washroom when they stopped for a snack break, letting one of the guys who escorted the bike tour give him a quick pump and dump. How appropriate that it was the guide who rode last in the party as the “Tail-End Charlie” who opened up his hole and bred him. On their day trip to the Big Island and the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, the group were given a fair chunk of free time before the coach ride back to the Hilo airport. Dylan and Ricky used part of it to wander off down a little-used path through the forest until they found a secluded spot where Dylan could give Ricky a quick shot in the ass to keep him on top of his game. Fortunately, they finished just in time as the coach driver sounded his distinctive horn for the five-minute warning. As for Alan, he was enjoying long spells out at the pool. It was a nice change of pace for him from his normal life. Being a multi-millionaire meant that he was constantly in and out of meetings with people who helped him care for his money, or people who wanted to touch him for donations, and it was good for the soul to park all of that for a few days. Not to say that he was idle. The day the boys were in Maui, he managed to get Leo back up to the room after he’d finished his shift at the poolside bar. Leo had no objection at all to being bred again by his former daddy, who always did it with his own unique and memorable style. Leo also didn’t object when Alan sent him on his way with another “present.” At the end of the ten days, three satisfied and well-sexed guys sat down in the first-class cabin for the flight back to Los Angeles. They weren’t talking much, but all three of them displayed ear-to-ear grins which had some of the flight attendants wondering what made their holiday so special. The one attendant who was plainly gay just smiled discreetly to himself. He knew that “all fucked out” look, often having seen it on his own face in the mirror on a Monday morning. Dennis met them with the car at the airport, and they headed off towards WeHo. “Do you want to join us tonight again, Dylan?” Alan was, as ever, the model of courtesy and consideration. “Thanks very much, Alan. But I think I’d better not. Right back to work tomorrow, and I have the early shift.” “That’s quite all right. Some other time, perhaps. Both of us really enjoyed having you along on this trip.” This with a subtle wink. “We certainly did,” Ricky put in, grinning broadly at Dylan. Dennis stopped outside Dylan’s apartment, and he kissed both of the others goodbye. “Thanks again, Alan, this trip has been absolutely incredible.” “My pleasure, Dylan. We’ll see you soon.” After Alan and Ricky got back up to the penthouse, had a nightcap together, and then showered and got into bed, Ricky spoke up. “Alan, thank you so much for bringing Dylan along on that trip. That was so kind of you.” “My boy, they say kindness is my middle name.” This with a wry chuckle. “But this is the way I look at it. I’ve had some incredible luck, and I’ve made many of my own chances. Now I’m a lot more than just comfortably well off. But with great money comes great responsibility. I could use my wealth to make a lot of other people miserable. But let’s face it, there are far too many rich people like that around already. “I prefer to use what I have to express kindness and to help people, whether individuals or organizations. And I especially love to use my money to benefit the gay community. We gay people have got to have each other’s backs, Ricky, because there are so many people out there – so many – who will never have our backs at all. And that’s my mission in life – to have the backs of gay people in need.” Ricky thought about that for a long minute, and then kissed Alan. “It’s a great philosophy, Alan. And now I know why so many people speak of you with such respect and affection.” “Respect is always earned, Ricky. Remember that.” “And you’ve earned it in spades, Daddy. My kind, caring, thoughtful Daddy.” They rolled into each other’s arms in a warm and tender embrace. And Alan, surprising for him, found that he wasn’t too tired to give Ricky one more of his signature slow, hypnotic fucks and to breed him one more time before they settled down to sleep.

Chapter 5: Spreading Their Wings “So, tell me how you came by all that money. One of the daddies picked you up at the party?” “Wow, you’re amazing! How did you guess?” Ricky and Dylan had just finished a deluxe lunch on the patio terrace of a very upmarket hotel, a lunch which Ricky had paid for out of a stash of bills. Alan had slipped him the bills that morning with a comment about it being “just to tide you over until I arrange a card for you.” Dylan kept sipping thoughtfully on his wine as Ricky walked him through the whole story of how Alan had come to him at the party, fucked him and bred him, exchanged numbers with him, and (a week later) invited him to come with him so they could live together. After he’d finished, Dylan said, “Ricky, I swear you were born with a lucky horseshoe up your ass. I’ve had Alan fuck me for a minute on Steve’s party table, but that was as far as I got. What’s the catch?” “So far, the only catch I’ve heard of is that he falls for the next young cutie rather too easily, and when that happens the free ride is over. So I’m staying mindful of that, and just enjoying this while it lasts. Speaking of enjoying it, Alan asked if you would like to come and join us for dinner tonight? Trust me, he’s an incredible chef – trained for it when he was younger.” “I’ll think about it. Come on, let’s go down to the ocean and take a walk along Venice Beach and gawk at all the muscle men!” Dennis, the chauffeur, drove them down to the beach, and they arranged a time to meet him again for a ride back to the condo. The two young twinks sauntered along the beach together, making raunchy comments about some of the muscle hunks working out on the outdoor gym equipment. Suddenly, Ricky froze, putting a hand on Dylan’s forearm. “Dylan, who is that hunk balancing on the bar – see, over there, he’s just using his hands and holding his body horizontal. He must be superman-strong!” Dylan zeroed in on the dark-tanned man Ricky had described, watched for a few moments, and then laughed. “Let me guess – you’ve seen him before in a certain kind of movie, right?” Ricky nodded, blushing a bit. “He’s not just a porn star. He owns his own studio, plus at least one other. He’s called the Hawaiian Nine, and I’m sure you can guess why, especially if you’ve seen him in action.” “What’s his real name?” “I don’t know. He and his company both go by that Hawaiian Nine label. If you’re interested, I can tell you that he never seems to go anywhere socially, either with anyone else, or alone. It’s like he’s one hundred and ten percent business, and no room for anything else. The word is that he’s got a two-storey condo in one of those buildings right up there,” this as he gestured at the row of deluxe condos overlooking the beach farther along the shore, “and all his social activity takes place there too. Rumour has it that he’s got a thing going with his latest co-star, Arpad Nagy, but no one ever seems to have seen them together. I think it’s all just talk.” “Damn! I’d love to find out!” “Well, you could go to work for him. His side studio is called Twink Heaven – you could always audition for that.” Ricky blushed even harder. “Okay, I can see there’s a story here. Spill it!” “I already tried. I made an audition video with Terry.” “And?” “And nothing. Just a form letter saying they didn’t need any new people right now.” “Bullshit! Every film they do has newbies in it. I think maybe…. Wait a sec, how old were you when you applied?” “A couple of months shy of eighteen.” “Duh, That’s what they meant. Gotta stay right side of the law, and you, my dear boy, were under the legal limit. As a matter of fact, these porn producers all have to demand age twenty-one for wider distribution of their products. And anyway, I don’t know why you’re worrying about chasing a porn star who’s been around the block too many times when you already have a multi-millionaire in your pocket.” Ricky laughed, and said, “Come on, let’s get back to meet Dennis. Going to come on up for the hot tub and stay for dinner?” “Sure.” Half an hour later, they were seated in the hot tub on the terrace. Ricky was wearing the same barely-there suit as when he was with Alan (“Damn, your ass looks super-sexy in that little number,” had been Dylan’s instant reaction), and he’d loaned Dylan a flashy yellow brief from the half-dozen that Alan had given him. As they sat there and chatted, Ricky moved his foot and slid it in between Dylan’s legs, using his toes to rub Dylan’s bulge – which promptly began growing and swelling. Dylan pushed his foot away. “Don’t be an idiot. What if Alan comes home and sees you carrying on like that?” “I’m sure he’d enjoy it. Look, Dylan, Alan is different. I don’t think there’s a jealous bone in his body. I’m sure he’d enjoy seeing us getting it on together, as long as he could join in after a while. Here’s the thing – Alan just loves fucking a wet asshole, getting sloppy seconds. He actually encouraged me to go over and meet a couple of other guys and try to get in bed with them. This was when we were sitting up by the rooftop pool on the building’s other wing. I did -- and I got both their loads deep in my hole. Alan was happier than a pig in shit as he fucked my sopping-wet ass that night.” “No shit! When did this happen?” “Last night. So come on, just relax and let’s get each other warmed up and then we can go inside and fuck our brains out. I’d love to take your load!” “Is there anyone you don’t want to fuck you and breed you?” “I’m beginning to think not. Getting loaded up is so fucking hot!” Twenty minutes later, the boys were naked, and Ricky was bent over, grasping the bar at the end of the shower stall as Dylan worked a respectable seven-inch dick inside his hole. It didn’t take long. Ricky’s tale of the events of the day before had really revved him up, and Ricky’s hole was doing everything else that was necessary – and in just a few minutes, Dylan erupted inside Ricky, shooting a cascade of cum inside his friend’s cute butt. After he calmed down and slid out, Ricky said, “Turn around. I want to do you now.” “I thought you only did bottom.” “Don’t forget, I’m still a newbie, there’s lots of things I’m still experiencing for the first time. Yesterday afternoon again, first time I ever fucked and bred anyone.” “Who was that?” “Ever hear of Rod Rammer?” “And you fucked him? How the hell…?” Ricky laughed. “All those years being the King Stud Top Man of gay porn, and the guy actually prefers to be on the bottom. That’s who I was with yesterday, him and his husband.” “Holy shit. Did you get him to cum in you as well?” “Yeah.” Ricky’s reply was laconic. “I got them both. Just like I’m going to get you now.” With that, he slid his cock up Dylan’s crack and pressed against the tight knot of Dylan’s hole. Dylan took a second or two to adjust to the new dynamic, and then he relaxed and let Ricky slip into his tight channel. As Ricky started pumping in and out of Dylan, he began following – without being aware he was doing it – some of the lessons he’d learned on the receiving end of Alan’s gifted tool. The big one here was adjusting the angle so that his cock plunged in each time from a slightly different direction. He kept that up until he heard a loud moan which told him that he’d just hit the sweet spot, and from then on he concentrated on brushing that part of Dylan with each plunge. Dylan was thoroughly enjoying feeling his gland get stroked so often, but since he had just cum a few minutes earlier, it was going to take him a while to get right back up to the point. This was fine with Ricky, who was enjoying immensely the sensations he got from thrusting in and drawing back out of Dylan’s hole. Soon, he decided to up the stakes and began to speed up, also reaching around Dylan’s body to grasp and tweak his nipples. Those proved to be Dylan’s real hot spot, and his moaning and purring grew rapidly in volume and intensity – as did Ricky’s fucking. He now had grasped hold of Dylan’s slender hips and was slamming his ass hard and fast and beginning to draw a load up out of his own balls, moving it into firing position. Ricky leaned forward, across Dylan’s back, wrapped his arms right around his friend’s body, and started pounding deep and fast, just about ready now to breed the other boy. As his thrusts went in deeper and harder, Dylan could also feel the moment coming, and began stroking his own cock, trying to cum right at the same time as Ricky. But it was Ricky who got there first. With a series of high-speed and vicious thrusts, he dragged his seed up and out, finally slamming hard against the rounded ass cheeks of his partner and jolting his ass with bolt after bolt of energetic cum shooting deep into him. Dylan stroked even faster, but Ricky suddenly snapped, “No! Don’t waste it.” He pulled out of Dylan as fast as he could without hurting him, then dropped onto the shower floor, rolled onto his back, lifted his legs, and yelled, “Get it back inside me and fill me up again!” Dylan got down on his knees as fast as he could, planted his cock, buried it inside Ricky with a single hefty shove, and instantly exploded into Ricky’s ass while Ricky’s cum was still trying to leak out of his own hole. Once he’d finished cumming, the strength in Dylan’s arms gave out and he dropped down across Ricky’s body, kissing him while his cock was still throbbing gently inside Ricky’s ass. Ricky wrapped his arms around Dylan, as they both lay there, gasping for breath. It was all very gentle and relaxing after their intense fucking – until both of their heads snapped over to one side as the sound of gentle clapping came from the open door of the bathroom. Alan was standing there, plainly enjoying the show very much indeed. He was smiling with an erotic glint in his eyes, and the front of his tailored trousers looked somewhat strained, to put it mildly. Dylan was full of consternation at being caught out while fucking and breeding this multi-millionaire’s own private and personal boy, but Ricky knew that Alan was more than fine with it. But Alan, perceptive as always, could feel that tension, and he reached out a hand to help Dylan to his feet, smiling and kissing him, and saying, “Well done! There should be an award for the fastest switch between bottom and top, and you two could walk away with it.” Then Alan helped Ricky up, and Ricky, completely unabashed, greeted him brightly with, “Hi, Daddy,” and a big sloppy kiss. Alan just looked at him for a moment, and then grinned and asked, “How many?” “I got two of his and gave him one of mine.” Alan’s eyes sparkled even brighter at the possibility that he might even get two wet boy butts to fuck tonight. “Make sure you keep it all inside you, boys. You never know when a well-loaded ass might come in handy.” Then he checked the time. “Dinner in eighty minutes. Think you lads can get yourselves cleaned up and a bit presentable by that time?” Dylan nodded, and Ricky said, “Of course, Daddy. No problem.” Dylan was a bit quiet while they showered again, to wash off and cool down this time, and then towelled off and dressed themselves. Rationally, he could see that there was nothing wrong with the situation at all but, unlike Ricky, the idea of so much switch-partners activity happening so quickly made him a bit nervous. One of Steven’s Daddy Parties every few months was enough wild and crazy time for him, as a rule. In due course, Ricky jollied him back into a better mood, and when they presented themselves for dinner, Dylan was feeling a lot more upbeat. Alan spoiled them all with his hunter’s schnitzel in red wine mushroom sauce, along with a German potato salad and braised red cabbage. Since Dylan’s mom was German, he was thoroughly familiar with this kind of meal but not at this amazing level of quality. He said so to Alan, and Alan smiled, liking this young man’s well-mannered style at the table. After dinner, Alan took a moment to apologize to Dylan. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression before dinner that you were expected to remain after the meal or required to participate in any further fun and games. That’s entirely at your own choice, and if you are ready to go instead, I’ll message Dennis to come and take you home. He’s on standby for me all day.” “Thank you, umm….” “It’s fine if you call me Alan.” “Thank you, Alan. I appreciate your consideration, and your wonderful cooking. But I would like to stay, for a while anyway.” “And for the night if he wants to, right, Daddy?” Alan laughed at Ricky’s eagerness. It was plain that he’d enjoyed playing with Dylan. “Of course, as long as you two are on either side of me so I can keep you away from each other and hands to yourselves while I’m trying to get my sleep.” That made them all laugh. “Is that what you want to do, Dylan?” Alan asked – and then, as Dylan grinned and nodded, “Okay, I’ll message Dennis that he can go off standby now.” Although Alan tried to shoo them away, the boys insisted on staying in the kitchen to help with cleanup – “That’s the very least we can do,” as Dylan put it. But in another half an hour they were all lying naked together on the bed, with Alan in the middle, wrapping an arm around each of the boys and cuddling them close as they played with his nips, his balls, and his cock. It all looked very cozy and domestic, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Three cocks and two asses had very definite ideas about what should happen next and were all twitching and pulsating eagerly. In no time, the two boys had both straddled Alan’s body, as Dylan fed his cock into Alan’s mouth while Ricky went to work on Alan’s own cock. Both Dylan and Alan were moaning at the expert sucking, and Ricky realized that he wanted something to moan about as well. He straightened up, moved forward, and settled down again with Alan’s rigid tool sliding up into his warm, wet ass cavern. Alan moaned aloud as his boy’s hole swallowed him to the root. As soon as Dylan realized what had happened, he pulled out of Alan’s mouth, turned around, and presented Alan with his ass as he bent down to swallow Ricky’s cock. Alan was more than happy to start kissing and licking Dylan’s well-formed cheeks and tasting the musk and hints of cum in the deep crack between them. And Ricky was overjoyed to be getting it from both sides again as Dylan sucked him while Alan fucked him. Soon, though, Ricky had to urge Dylan up and away, saying, “I don’t want to cum too soon. Get on all fours and I’ll give you another load while Alan breeds me from behind.” The fuck train was ready to go in no time, with Ricky in the middle and Alan at the rear end. All three were making assorted moaning and grunting sounds as Ricky began to move, sliding back and forth between Dylan’s hole and Alan’s rampant tool, and Ricky was definitely making as much noise as the other two combined, with all the stimulation he was getting. Ricky’s obvious delight in the feelings of fucking and getting fucked at the same time intrigued Alan and nudged him to make an unusual request. “Hold on a moment, boys.” Once they’d stopped, he continued. “I think I’d like to try that, being in the middle – it’ll be a first for me. Come on, Ricky, let’s switch places.” “You want me to fuck you? I thought you were top only.” “Usually, I am, but tonight’s a good night to go experimental. Just take it easy on me, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. The lube is in the bedtable drawer, right there.” Ricky was both flustered and overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of breeding his daddy’s ass, which he had thought was strictly off-limits. He gulped with the anticipation as Alan got into place behind Dylan and sank easily into his hole. Ricky got the lube out, spread some around his raging cock, and used his fingers to apply it to Alan’s hole, sliding a finger in and out of his daddy several times to be sure he was ready. Then he moved into position, spreading Alan’s firm ass cheeks apart and nudging his cock into the crack. He planted the head right against Alan’s tight little button and then began to lean forward, slowly and easily. It took a bit of time, during which Dylan waited patiently with Alan’s cock buried to the hilt in his hole. While he waited, Alan leaned down next to him and spoke quietly in his ear. “That hole of yours feels wonderful with all that hot cum in there waiting for me to add to it.” Finally, Ricky slipped into Alan. Alan groaned aloud, biting down on the urge to yell, and Ricky held still for another minute or two, until Alan’s hole began to relax. Then he slowly sank all the way into his daddy’s tight ass, uttering a purr of satisfaction as he reached the bottom. He checked to make sure Alan was all the way into Dylan, and then pulled back until only his cock head was in Alan’s hole. “Okay, Daddy, you get to set the pace now. Start sliding back and forth between us. Just go at the speed where you’re comfortable.” Alan’s face was alight from the incredible stimulation he was feeling, a stimulation so unlike any he had felt before. As he pushed forward into Dylan, and then sank back onto Ricky, everything was being worked at once – his dick, his hole, his hands on Dylan, his boy’s hands on him, it was all a mind-blowing new experience. As the rhythm settled into place, he found himself drifting off into a sensual never-never land of unbearable and intense sensations. Suddenly, Alan emitted a gasp. “Fuck! I can’t hold it! I’m going to cum!” Almost before he’d uttered the last word, his cock swelled up and blasted off inside Dylan’s ass, filling the redhead with another hot load. Alan’s rapid onset of excitement and the contractions of his ass as he came were all it took to set Ricky off as well. A few more quick, hard strokes, and Ricky exploded into his daddy’s tight hole. Dylan was madly jerking his cock to try to catch up to the other two. But Ricky yelled, “Hang on, Dylan, be right there!” He slid carefully but quickly out of Alan, who also pulled free of Dylan. Ricky scooted around, slid under Dylan onto his face, and spread his cheeks. Once again, he was just in time to let Dylan plunge into him, and with a few quick strokes Dylan let off a third big load inside Ricky’s hole. Alan fell back against the pillows, watching as the two boys finished their instant power fuck. As wonderful as it had felt to take a cock and a load again, and to have his boy be the one giving it to him, he had still only cum once to their several. But he could wait a while if he had to. Dylan reared up and flopped back onto the pillows next to Alan, gasping, “I’m done! What an amazing experience.” But Ricky was not done. There was still one more load he wanted to get, and for him it was the most important one of all. He slid up and curled in on Alan’s other side, murmuring, “Let me know when you’re ready to take me, Daddy.” Alan cuddled him closer, reaching out an arm to draw Dylan in at the same time, and they all dozed off. About an hour later, Dylan woke up and climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom, get rid of the sperm swimming in his ass, and clean himself off. Alan woke up, too, when Dylan moved, and turned to look at Ricky, who was still sleeping, with a beatific smile on his face. When Alan heard the shower running, he reached out and gently stroked Ricky’s face, nudging him awake. Ricky came awake with a little cry of disappointment. “What’s wrong, my boy?” “I was just having the most beautiful dream about you making love to me on a tropical beach.” “Well, there’s no beach here but let’s see what we can do about that.” Alan had a knowing grin on his face as he drew Ricky into his arms and began kissing him. Ricky could feel that his daddy’s cock was hard again, pressing against his own. He began to draw his legs up into position on either side as Alan rolled on top of him. Dylan stepped out of the shower, finished drying off, and opened the door to see an incredible scene playing out on the bed. It was the most romantic encounter he’d ever witnessed. He slid quietly down into a chair and watched as the two bodies on the bed coupled. Dylan felt a real sense of awe as he looked on. The two were joined so closely together that it seemed almost as if they had become one being, or as if they had been perfectly designed from before the beginning of time to fit together and achieve complete unity. Ricky’s arms went right around Alan’s chest, while his legs locked ankles perfectly over Alan’s lower back. Alan had one arm holding Ricky close from under his neck, while the other stroked his body gently. When Alan fitted his cock into Ricky’s ass, his head naturally fell into exactly the right position for them to kiss deeply as Alan pumped into his boy. Dylan couldn’t help feeling the waves of affection emanating from the couple as they mated, and the affection was real and palpable. Is that love? he asked himself one second, and then immediately realized that if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He kept watching as the world receded into the distance, as time itself seemed to slow and stop, and only the endless gentle motion of Alan’s hips up and down over Ricky’s pert ass continued. But then Alan gasped out the single magic word “…cumming…” and Ricky replied “…so am I…” Alan plunged all the way down and the two of them cried out in unison, bodies perfectly joined as they reached the climax in perfect unison. And Dylan thought, a bit enviously, And here I thought that only happened in romantic fiction. At last, Alan slipped out of the hole and Ricky lowered his legs and arms, but they continued kissing each other, more gently, but with no less intention. Dylan felt uncomfortable. Perhaps he should have left, but he didn’t know where else in this huge penthouse he could go to sleep. He shifted uneasily in the chair. Alan caught the sound and looked over at him. “I’m sorry, Alan. I shouldn’t have been watching.” “Don’t worry, Dylan. I don’t mind and I’m sure….” “I don’t either,” Ricky put in. “There, you see, it’s not a problem. Come on back to bed with us.” In minutes all three of them were cuddled up together again, with Alan again insisting on being in between the two younger guys for his own safety, and they fell deeply asleep in no time. After a profound night’s rest, Alan was the first to wake in the morning. He looked at the two young men sleeping on either side of him, and smiled, remembering not only their hot times the night before but also enjoying the surprise he was going to spring on them at breakfast. He pulled on some shorts and headed to the kitchen to set the coffee brewing, before whipping up a batch of his special French toast, flavoured lightly with coffee liqueur. As he was assembling the utensils he needed, two arms slid around his bare torso and a head rested lightly against his back. “Good morning, my boy.” The voice which answered was not the one he expected. “Good morning, Alan.” He turned around in mock surprise. “Wait… you’re not my boy!” Dylan laughed. “I let him have the shower first. I knew if we went in together, we’d only end up being late for breakfast – probably very late.” Alan laughed with him. Then he poured coffee for both of them. Dylan flung his arm out in a theatrical gesture. “Is this a steaming mug I see before me, the handle to my hand?” Alan laughed again and slid the mug over to him. “Cream? Sugar? “Just cream, thanks.” “I’ll hold off beginning any cooking until you are into the shower. That way the food should all be ready just at the right time.” A moment later, Ricky sauntered in, wrapped in a rather small towel. “Good morning, daddy. Hi, Dylan.” “Walking in here barely covered like that, I swear you’re trying to start something,” Dylan grumbled. “Which he is,” Alan put in. “I’ll go get cleaned up, and you can try to make him behave.” Dylan headed off to get in the shower. Alan and Ricky exchanged kisses for a minute, and then Alan turned back to his work, cracking and whipping up the eggs for the French toast. Ricky sipped his coffee meditatively. “Daddy, I hope you weren’t upset about me inviting Dylan to spend the night.” “Of course not. Just curious about why you did it.” “It just seemed like the natural continuation of spending a day together, getting to know each other. Other than Terry, Dylan was the first guy I really clicked with since I came west. We were right next to each other on the table at that Daddy Party, and he struck me right away as someone I’d like to have for a friend. And I was right.” “More than a friend?” “I don’t think so. Definitely fun to play with and cute, but that’s nowhere near being a full-blown relationship.” “Meaning?” “It takes more than sex to make a couple.” Alan looked at his boy thoughtfully. “I was right. You really are far more perceptive than anyone else your age I’ve ever met – certainly more perceptive than I was at that age. Oh, wait, I just heard the shower turning off. Better go put on something a bit more secure than that wash cloth before you sit down for breakfast. We wouldn’t want you to have an accidental wardrobe misfunction that would disrupt the program for the day, now, would we?” “Who is this ‘we’ to whom you refer? I wasn’t aware you would be upset.” “I certainly would be if something happened to make my French toast go for too long in the pan and get burnt and tough.” Ricky gave a mock sigh of exasperation, then winked at Alan and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. While there, he loaned some things to Dylan so he also could come to breakfast in clean clothes. Soon, they were seated at the table when Alan plated the first round of French toast, accompanied by grilled sausages and a choice of maple syrup, strawberry syrup, or Alan’s own special weakness, creamery butter and artisan chocolate mousse spread. Once the second round had been completed and dished up, and the coffee mugs refilled, Alan cleared his throat in a way that clearly said the meeting will now come to order. “I’ve got something to explain which I want both of you to hear. Ricky, we’re leaving a week from Monday for ten days in Hawaii. From what you’ve told me, I don’t think you’ve ever been off the mainland so that will be a real experience for you, hopefully an enjoyable one.” “Wow, daddy, that sounds absolutely awesome!” “I’m glad you approve.” Dylan spoke up. “And where do I come in?” Alan looked thoughtful. “Well, I’m not going for a holiday. I’m going to negotiate a major business deal and I will likely need most of my time there to make the deal take shape and get confirmed. That means Ricky is going to be on his own most of the ten days. Dylan, I’m asking if you’d be willing to go along, to give Ricky some company, and to make me feel a bit better knowing that you’re always out and about as a pair and not alone. But if you don’t want to go, just say the word. I don’t want to back you into a corner if you’d rather not make the trip. It’s completely up to you.” Alan was pleased to see that Dylan took some time to think about the offer before responding. “I’ll need to check with my boss to see if they can do without me for that long, but it’s our off season so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve not been working many shifts lately anyway. Can I let you know tomorrow afternoon?” “That’ll be fine, Dylan. If you confirm to me that you can go, I’ll go ahead and book your ticket. I’ve already got Ricky’s ticket reserved, and I’ve booked a huge suite at the resort so there’s more than enough room for all of us – even when someone really needs to sleep alone.” This with a wicked grin and wink. All three of them laughed. “I just need you to give me your full name and birth date for the ticket.” Once all of that was taken care of, they settled down to enjoy the rest of the French toast and coffee. Just over a week later, the three of them were seated in three seats in the first class cabin of a huge airliner as it taxied towards the runway at Los Angeles Airport. The flight attendants had already handed around an introductory round of mai tais, checking the boys’ photo ID to be sure they were old enough. The boys toasted each other, and then turned to lift their glasses to Alan in the single seat across the aisle. After the usual interminable wait for their turn at the runway, the flight attendants came around again to collect the glasses. Then the seat belt sign chimed, the plane turned onto the runway, and there came a deep-throated roar as the engines revved up to full throttle and the plane leaped forward. Alan felt again the never-failing sense of exhilaration as the acceleration pinned him back into his seat. He glanced across at Ricky and Dylan, recognizing their excitement as the same he had felt all those years ago on his first flight, when his mother (now long gone) had taken him in the summer to visit her parents in Switzerland. The nose tilted up, then came the sudden cessation of vibration as the wheels pulled away from the runway and the plane soared aloft. The coastline slid away seconds later under them, and they were out over the Pacific Ocean. Ricky and Dylan stared at each other, each having the same thought as they left behind the land where their feet had always rested, ever since they could walk. Hawaii, here we come!

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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.

"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 🙂

so glad to see this back , now its Austins turn so hot.

Slow start to the year in the first few days... about 6 loads, but then it picked up. I got load #24 three days ago. Now, that I'm back home, will go out tonight and do a cum-run: start at Reds at 8, move to Zoo at 10, go to Factory at midnight, and finish at Construction at 2 am. Will see where this goes !

Wrapping up a hot NYC weekend. Proud to be at 47 loads year to date.

It all started for me when my ex wife started cuckolding me. At first I was forced to watch or listen outside the door then it evolved into forced Bi. I had to suck her bulls cock, cleanup creampies from her pussy and ass. They would tie me up, gag me and whip me while they laughed and humiliated me. Then my started marking dress in panties and bras while she pegged me in front of him. It wasn’t long before he started fucking me with his cock. I didn’t like it at first but I loved my wife so I went along with it then before I knew it I started craving it all especially sucking his cock and taking his cock in my ass. They turned me into the submissive cum slut that I am today. She ended up getting pregnant by him and she left me. I spent time dating women here and there and in between I would suck and take as much cock as I could. I’m remarried now but sex is minimal with her, I think she has a BF but I don’t care because I’m out taking cock whenever I get the opportunity.

I was diagnosed with AIDS back in 2011, but my doctor estimated that I was infected 9-11 years before that. Never got the fuck flu, but if I did, symptoms were very minor.

What did your consultant/medical professional say?

I got thirsty this past Thursday. I had cleaned out nicely. Hit Grindr and within half an hour I got a load from a hot furry cub near me at a GH in a nearby ABS. I was hoping for more, but only got fucked one more time by a hot uncut guy with a condom. While I was standing there and just masturbating with the door open, a guy came in and starting fingering my cum-lubed hole. I came immediately.

That feeling of disappointment when hiv test results come back negative again … 🤷‍♂️ Oh well, just gotta try harder 😈

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

Chapter 2: End of the Line “End of the line, kid.” The big, beefy trucker’s voice had a deep growl but there was still the twinkle in his eye as Richard grabbed his backpack and opened the door. One last grope from that big paw, squeezing his ass, and Richard slid out the door and jumped down, thanking his host and closing the door. It had been a fun and eye-opening way of crossing the country from Nowheresville in the Great Lakes region to the booming metropolis of Los Angeles. It was the culmination of a process that he been playing out ever since that fateful Christmas party had changed his life for good. Life at home had never been the same after that night. His father, after the initial shock, seemed prepared to accept this new aspect of his son’s personality. His mother was another matter altogether. She had shifted her ground again and again, trying all kinds of tactics on him -- to no avail. “How could you do this to me and my sister – carrying on like that right at a family Christmas party in my own home???” Fountains of tears accompanied that one. “It’s just a phase you’re going through. You’ll get over it and live a nice, normal life.” This in a tone much like marching orders. “To think that my own son, my nephew, and my brother, would all decide that they want to be perverts and do things like – well, whatever weird, sick, dirty things you were doing up there.” Indignation mixed and mingled uneasily with sheer nosy curiosity in that speech. She’d also taken to dropping broad hints about mental health, seeing the doctor, and maybe trying one of these “new therapies” where they “fix people like you who’ve gone off track.” She’d stolen his condoms, and then replaced them by slipping pamphlets about horrible diseases into his pockets after doing the laundry. One was even a classic old 1980s Christian leaflet about the new “gay plague,” AIDS. Despite his lack of practical experience, Richard knew a thing or two more up-to-date than his mother, and he wondered where she’d found that museum piece. He also laughed with more than a hint of irony at her stupidity in taking the condoms away if she was really worried about him contracting HIV. Richard was unusually patient for a teenager, a characteristic he’d inherited from his father, and he was prepared to play a long game and wait out his mother’s persistent attempts to remake him. Next, she gave him the silent treatment. For weeks on end, she said just as little to her son as she could get away with. When he spoke, she acted as if she hadn’t heard him. Nor was Richard’s father getting much more out of her – at least, he wasn’t getting any kind of positivity. All her care and love and attention was now being lavished on her “girls,” her two little West Highland terrier pups. She talked a blue streak to them, cuddling them, showering them with all the full blast of her maternal devotion, while her husband and son remained frozen out. Richard simply carried on with school work and his intramural sports, not to mention joining the cheering section for the water polo team’s games, hung out with his friends in evenings and weekends, and did his best to ignore everything negative that his mother threw at him. Not altogether to Richard’s surprise, it was his father who ran out of patience first. When he remonstrated with his wife and suggested that she back off and let her son live his own life, she had fired right back, accusing him of being a closet fag lover himself, and telling him that she at least knew what was right and she wasn’t going to let these rotten-to-the-core queers take over the planet or corrupt her son, thank you very much. And with that, the war was on. The battles raged far into the night, night after night, for well over two weeks. Richard had never heard his parents fighting as bitterly as this before. Their war of words served only to harden the resolve that was forming in his head. Finally, one evening in late May, he snapped. He pulled together a few things, tossed them into his backpack, and then went down to his parents as they argued in the living room. His mother’s mouth closed with a rat-trap snap and a click of the teeth. His father looked for an instant, and then spotted the backpack and looked somewhat harder. “Where are you off to at this hour?” “I’m leaving.” “And?” “I’m leaving and I’m not coming back. Ever.” “You’re not serious, son.” “I am. What is there left for me in this house? My mother hates the person I am, and my father fights with her nonstop about it. At least, if I’m out of the picture, then maybe you two can get your act together and save what’s left of your marriage.” His mother actually spoke directly to him, for the first time in almost two months. “You’ve got some nerve, talking to your own mother and father like that….” “You’ve talked enough, Mom. Now, you listen to me, and listen carefully. Your son, Richard, is gay. G. A. Y. Gay. It’s not a choice. It’s not something that was done to him. It’s a fact. I knew it long before that Christmas party. It’s a fact, and it’s not changing. All your struggles to try to change me “back,” as you think of it, have led only to you losing me – and it’s your fault, no one else’s fault but yours.” Then he turned to his father. “Thank you, Dad – for trying. I don’t hold you to blame for what’s happened.” His father stood up and hugged Richard one last time. His mother sat in shock, her mouth hanging open, as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodbye.” As he stepped through, his mother called out, “Richard!” in a beseeching tone. He kept on going. Behind him, the fight erupted again as she broke out at his father. “Well, don’t just stand there, Carl, go and get him and bring him back!” “For what? So you can keep on harassing him? No. He’s got a right to live his life in his way. I don’t like this choice that he’s made, but he’ll live with it. Face the facts, Martie. You’ve made a royal mess of this, you’ve driven your only child out of the house, and with that, you’ve lost – completely. And you’ll have to live with it, just as Richard will.” Predictably, she cried. Richard kept right on walking as the strident voices and over-dramatic sobs faded on the night air behind him. A half hour later, out on the highway, his thumb got results and a passing driver picked him up to drive him to the big city. Nowheresville wasn’t really the big time, of course – actually a small city of some 15,000 people, about thirty miles from the little village of East Mudhole where he’d grown up. No, those weren’t the communities’ real names, but they were the labels Richard always hung on those regrettable facts of his past whenever he was asked in later years. At first, street life wasn’t too bad. He’d gotten to know some of the other street people and met some of the charity workers who went about, helping as they could. He was lucky, too, that the weather had warmed up early and was staying warm. Unlike some of the street kids, he wasn’t nursing an addiction, and that made it easier to keep a small cash flow in his pocket at all times. From some of the other street folk he’d learned about the truck stop at the edge of the city, just off the Interstate. He’d gotten in the habit of heading over to the truck stop for a shower and a go at the cheap and generous buffet every week or so. It was a workable life, but in a few more months the year was wearing on and the weather was cooling down again. Soon the snow squalls would begin to fly. How he was going to survive then, he couldn’t imagine. All he knew was that he’d be damned before he’d slink back home with his tail between his legs. His visits to the truck stop gave him ample scope to check out the variety of truckers passing through. Some were pretty nondescript, but some were the kind of big, husky older guys who really revved his motor. He knew what he wanted, but he hadn’t managed to figure out how to land it. That all changed the night he asked a big-muscled redheaded trucker if he had any spare change, and the guy had offered to buy him a meal and let him share the truck’s sleeper for the night. When the trucker took him inside for a shower and some food first, “before we go to sleep,” he’d asked Richard the big question. “How old are you, kid?” Richard had instinctively rolled and flexed his butt. “Does it matter?” “Well...” “I’ll be eighteen in less than a month. Is that close enough?” “It’ll do.” Three of the five shower cubicles were free, but the big guy pulled Richard with him into the first one he came to. Richard got his first lesson in sucking dick in that shower. The man’s tool was a decent size, not gigantic, but uncut and tasty. The big redhead had been patient with Richard’s teeth once Richard told him that he was a total virgin, every way you could imagine. The trucker’s dick jumped with excitement when he heard that, and he carefully explained and demonstrated the fundamentals to Richard. After he’d blown a load down the kid’s throat (and it didn’t take long), they finished cleaning themselves, dried off, got dressed, and then went through to the buffet and got some food. While they were standing in the buffet line, Richard was getting thoroughly used to the taste of the cum in his mouth. During that meal, Mitch had gotten to know a thing or two about this young blond guy and realized that he wasn’t really a typical street kid at all but a man who needed to get off the streets. By the time they’d finished their meal, Mitch had figured out that what Richard needed most of all was to get to a big city where there’d be some decent gay life to fit himself into. He told Richard that he was on a weird, multi-stop itinerary across the country -- and it would take a week, but they would end up in Los Angeles. “Can I come? I mean, come with you to L.A.?” Mitch chuckled at the way Richard emphasized the pun. An hour later, they were in the truck’s cramped bunk together. It was a little too crowded to make ass-eating easy, but Mitch kept wetting his fingers and then pushing and flexing them into Richard’s hole to loosen it up. As he played with Richard’s ass, his voice kept rumbling quietly into Richard’s ear. “Relax, kid, just relax – let your muscles go slack. Just enjoy the feeling.” And Richard was enjoying the feeling of those fingers twisting and flexing inside him. But he also loved the feeling of this big muscular man spooning his body, kissing his shoulder and his ear, and rubbing his big tool up against the plump ass cheeks. At last, Mitch said, “Okay, think you’re ready now.” He extracted his hand, placed the blunt tip of his cockhead against Richard’s hole, and began to push. It was a struggle. Richard wanted it, he wanted to feel Mitch deep inside him, but his virgin hole had other ideas. It took a minute or so, and then Mitch leaned harder – and the head popped inside. Just as he did that, he also clamped his hand over Richard’s mouth. Good thing, too. The sudden flash of pain caused Richard to yell aloud, although only a muffled “MMMMPHH!” came through Mitch’s big meaty paw. Mitch held his cock steady there, just inside the ring, as he growled to “Relax, boy. Breathe. Breathe deep. And hang on. No way for the first time not to hurt.” In a few minutes, Richard’s hole finally began to loosen, and Mitch slid a bit farther in. It took a while longer, but eventually he was able to tell Richard, “It’s all the way in you, now. You’ve taken the whole length of your first man cock.” In a few more minutes, Mitch – still waiting patiently – felt Richard’s hole begin to actually work on his dick, to flex around it, to start chewing on it a bit. It was all the signal he needed. “Okay, kid, time to fuck ass.” With that, he started sliding out until only the head was clenched inside Richard’s tight ring, and then slide back in, all the way down into his body again. Each slide after that got a little easier and a little smoother. Richard began moaning as this man’s big cock slowly opened up his hole and taught him how a man’s cock could send his ass to heaven and back, over and over. “Oh, god!” Richard finally spoke. “It hurts, but it’s so damn good. Keep going!” “Okay, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” With that, Mitch really notched up the speed of his plowing into Richard’s butt. After a minute, he grasped Richard’s shoulders and then rolled until he was lying on top of Richard’s back, his hard body moulded to the younger guy’s back and butt, and his cock still deep inside that hot boy butt and moving faster and faster. The slapping sounds of hips against ass echoed in the cubicle, and Richard began chanting as Mitch’s fucking headed for fever pitch. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Don’t stop. Fucking drill me open. Give me all that cock. Give it to me.” And Mitch growled into his ear in reply, “I’m gonna cum. You want me to cum inside you?” “Fuck, yeah. I want it all. Fucking shoot your cum into my ass.” That was all it took. Mitch let out a guttural cry as he slammed deep into Richard, holding it there while his cock flexed like a mad thing and flooded Richard’s ass with his sperm. Richard could feel his hole warming up and knew why it was happening. His first ass load, and from this awesome muscle hunk of a trucker. He felt happier than a pig in shit, knowing that Mitch’s seed was swimming around inside him. At last, Mitch began to go soft and slowly eased out of Richard’s no-longer-virgin ass. His cockhead came out with an audible “pop”. Richard moaned as he felt the sperm slowly leaking out of his hole. At last, the muscle tightened up, and Richard then reached back and swiped the cum off his ass and taint, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. The taste made him even more horny, and he reached down to his own rigid cock, jerked it rapidly a dozen times, and spurted out a big load of cum. That soon found its way into his mouth as well, and he had now learned that cum from different guys doesn’t all taste the same. “Wow. What a day!” Mitch chuckled as Richard sighed in contentment. He wrapped his arm around the young blond, pulling him back into his chest and then caressing his body gently while kissing his ear and neck. Then, when he heard Richard’s breathing go slow and steady, he pulled the covers up over both of them and let himself fall asleep. In the morning, they filled up at the breakfast buffet and then climbed back into the big rig and hit the road. Once the doors were closed, Richard slid his jeans and briefs off and sat in the passenger seat, naked from the waist down. Mitch didn’t complain. Whenever the traffic got lighter, he was happy to slide his big paw over and start playing with Richard’s cock or fingering his ass. When Richard wanted to return the favour and suck Mitch’s cock while he was driving, Mitch stopped him. “Definitely not safe,” he growled. “Years ago I rolled a rig when a hitchhiker did that to me and I lost control.” Instead, Richard gave him a quick blowjob in the restroom at a truck stop when they took a lunch break. Mitch fucked and bred Richard half a dozen more times during that multi-stop cross-country drive. The best one, for both of them, was the night that Mitch booked into a motel outside Albuquerque. “Always nice to get a long relaxing shower and a good night’s sleep in a real bed,” he said laconically. Once they’d both cleaned up, and turned down the covers, Richard quickly found that he had to agree. There was so much more freedom to move in a proper bedroom than in the tiny little doghouse behind the truck cab. They enjoyed another long shower together. After drying themselves off, they turned down the covers and lay down together on the king-sized bed. Mitch had his arms around Richard, embracing and stroking him as they kissed each other for several minutes. For the moment, they ignored their duelling cocks, both rock-hard. Richard couldn’t help thinking that it felt as if Mitch was making love to him, but he knew that was ludicrous. There was no way Mitch was falling in love. That’s when Richard realized how lucky he’d been. This whole initiation into the world of man-to-man sex had come to him at the hands of a man who cared enough to make sure it was a good experience for his novice partner. Just as Richard realized that, Mitch moved down and started tonguing and sucking on Richard’s cock, playing with the head between his lips and tongue, and then swallowing it down into his throat. After a minute or so, he swung his body around so that his cock was staring Richard right in the face. Richard got the message right away and began to copy everything Mitch was doing to his tool – and just like that, he found himself in his first 69, realizing for the first time why it was called that. The sensations of the two guys sucking each other at the same time were incredible, of course, but Richard really wanted to try to experience Mitch’s cock in a whole different way inside his ass. He reared up, swivelled around, and began to position himself so that he could sit down on Mitch’s erection. Mitch tossed him a bottle of lube, and he prepared his hole, then slowly pressed it down onto that uncut meat. His hole now popped open easily, and Mitch entered him as he sat on down, slowly taking that entire cock deep inside his body. He sat there, swivelling around on this man’s cock, feeling it stirring all parts of his hole into life. Then Mitch urged him on. “Ride me now, boy!” Richard began sliding up and down on top of Mitch’s cock, pulling up until the head was only just trapped inside him, and then sitting right down on it again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mitch moaned loudly as Richard had now gained a bit of control over the way his muscles stroked a big cock in his hole. But now Mitch wanted more control, and he pulled out from under Richard, then scrambled to his feet and pushed Richard down onto the bed. Rolling the boy over onto his back, he grasped Richard’s legs and lifted them straight up into the air, his feet resting up against Mitch’s shoulders and his whole weight supported on his own shoulders, with his hips well up in the air. Mitch straddled him, and then thrust in, straight down into Richard’s hole as Richard gasped from the suddenness of the entry. Down. Up. Down. Up. It was like the reverse of the previous action, but now the fucking motions were a lot more forceful, and Richard realized that Mitch was getting close. He began to urge Mitch on. “Fuck me, man! I want you to give it me hard and fill me up with your load!” “Oh, yeah! Gonna fucking pound your sweet ass and pour my seed into you.” True to his word, Mitch speeded up his piston motions even more, pounding straight down into Richard’s hole until Richard could barely take any more. But then the pumping got more irregular, Mitch’s breath came in harsh gasps, and Richard knew that he was about to get bred again! “Yeah! Give it now! Give me that hot load! Fuck me!” Mitch groaned aloud, slammed down into Richard, and held it there as his load pulsed and pumped into the boyhole under him. When he pulled out, he bent down and planted his mouth over Richard’s ass, sucking forcefully to draw his own cum up and out of the hole and into his mouth. At last he calmed down and pulled away, slapping Richard’s ass lightly as a signal that he could relax. Richard flopped down onto the bed, gasping for air, and Mitch fell beside him, then kissed him in a snowball, sharing his own cum with his boytoy. Richard fell away, spread-eagled on his back, and finally gasped out, “Wow! What a fuck! I feel like I could sleep for a week after that!” “Is that what you think, kid? I didn’t pay for a motel room to just get one turn at your ass. Ever hear of sloppy seconds?” Richard shook his head. “Well, I sucked most of my load out of you, but some of it’s still in there and it’s a great feeling to go back inside an ass – or a woman’s pussy, for that matter – when someone’s sperm is still swimming around in there. And that’s what I’m going to do.” Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I can take any more tonight.” “Sure you can. And you’ll thank me later because, where you’re headed for, there are all kinds of hot guys who aren’t letting you go with just one fuck. Better practise now while you can!” They both laughed at that, but Mitch evidently meant business. After a quiet intermission of some twenty minutes, with the two fondling and stroking each other, Mitch’s cock began to fill for another round. Richard eagerly dived down to suck it into full erection, finding that his protests had evaporated, and he couldn’t wait to get Mitch back inside his body again. This time, Mitch pushed Richard down on his back, lifting his legs in the air on either side of his own body. He let Richard rest his legs on his own back while he bent down and ate ass again, getting the hot boyhole cooled off and ready for more action. When Richard’s hole was ready, Mitch slid forward, easing the younger guy’s legs back over his shoulders, and then slid easily into his ass. This brought him face to face with Richard, and they began kissing each other again, as Mitch moved slowly and smoothly in and out of Richard’s ass. It was Richard’s first time in the missionary position. After a few minutes of this slow and gentle fucking and kissing, Mitch reared up and began to pound deeper into Richard, deeper and harder, slamming down against Richard’s upturned hips with repeated loud slaps. Richard was moaning and crying, not in pain but in ecstasy, as Mitch moved even faster, drawing closer to the moment of truth. “Fuck, yeah! Breed me!” That exclamation pulled the trigger and Mitch erupted forcefully into Richard’s body, the sperm squeezing out of the hole around his cock while he was still spurting. Richard groaned loudly, grabbed his own cock and began jerking it furiously, being reward after twenty seconds with a fountain of cum that sprayed all over his face and body. Finally, Mitch’s strength gave out and he pulled gently free from Richard’s sweaty body, then lay down alongside him. They put their arms around each other, stroking each other gently as they drifted slowly into a profound sleep of satisfaction and exhaustion. On the final morning of the long trip, approaching Los Angeles at last, both of them were silent while they entered the outskirts of the big, sprawling metropolis. As they’d rolled through the city towards the main railway station, Mitch had worked a hand under Richard’s exposed butt, teasing the now-experienced hole with his finger. “Damn. I’m going to miss that sweet little ass, kid. But this is it. You have to get out before I go into the terminal. And after I get this rig unloaded, I gotta head back home to the wife and kids.” “Hey, Mitch. Thanks for everything.” “No probs, kid. Pull your pants up before you get out. Good luck to you.” “And to you.” Just as Richard said that, the big rig slowed to a halt. And Mitch growled, “End of the line, kid.” Richard hopped down. He was surprised at how heavy his backpack felt – and then remembered that Mitch had taken him to a thrift store in Tucson and bought some clothes for him. Nothing fancy, but enough to go on with for a while. He’d also slipped some twenties into Richard’s pocket, “just to help you get started.” Now what? He hauled out a bit of paper on which he’d written a name and an address. Mitch had searched it out on a computer at the motel where they’d stayed in New Mexico. He knew it wasn’t far, but he had to figure out which way to go. He went into the station, found a big wall map of the city, and located the right street for his destination – a social help agency for LGBTQ street kids. That was him. He’d gotten a short interview with a worker at the agency and was given some useful leads on jobs that he could land at the age of 17. Then she directed him to a queer-friendly hostel where he could stay for a while. When he opened his backpack that night in the hostel, he’d found a note tucked between the new shirts. Hey, kid, it’s been fun. Glad to help you out. When you get a chance, pay it forward. He’d landed a job right away, as a dishwasher in a small café not far from the main drag of WeHo. Richard impressed the owner with his energy and bright, smiling demeanour and soon the youngster found himself reassigned to be a busboy out front. That suited Richard just fine. It was a great way to meet people. The kind of people he wanted to meet. Men people. Now that he was in the front of the café, he had a chance to meet some of his co-workers. The one who caught his eye quickest was the bartender, Terry. Like Richard, he had a big flop of hair over his forehead and sparkling blue eyes – although his hair was light brown to Richard’s pure blond. Unlike Richard, he was tall and lean, and had a strong air of assurance about him – the air of a man who knew himself and his place in the world. What intrigued Richard most about Terry was his habit of coming out from behind the bar to chat up three or four of the regular customers. Always the same handful, and they were all guys who arrived alone and left alone. All of them looked to be in their forties or fifties. Between those visitors, Richard used to watch Terry and indulge in daydreams about the decent-sized lump in the front of his tight black pants. He knew that it wasn’t just his imagination when that lump would get bigger after he’d had one of his little private talks with one of his favourite customers. Richard was intrigued. Terry was sexy in his own right, but it looked as if he had a thing for older guys. Just as Richard did. Sooner or later, it had to happen. After about a week and a half, Roxana (the regular evening server) had to leave early, and Terry and Richard were the only ones left to clean up and close. Once the last customers had left, they locked the door and got down to work. That is to say, Richard got down to work, dropping to his knees and fishing out Terry’s cock to suck, while Terry got right down to business with asking questions and figuring out what made this kid tick. Over the next half hour, Richard’s story slowly emerged in pieces, between slurps on Terry’s meat, with the rest coming out after Terry had finished fucking him and cumming inside his hole. Richard was learning some more about how to relax his muscles and accept the intruder – the hard way, because Terry was both longer and thicker than Mitch. Terry was a masterful fucker, and that was the night that Richard discovered the value of his prostate when a top knew how to hit it. It was also the first time he found himself cumming while being fucked, and hands free at that. After Terry finished breeding him, he laid out his entire story in a more coherent way, beginning with the home life which he couldn’t wait to escape, and ending with his current situation – living in the hostel, eating small and terrible meals, his best food of the day always being his break meal at the café, and the slow but steady way he was running through his emergency reserve of money from his savings account and Mitch’s gift of some twenty-dollar bills. Terry had an answer for him. “Listen, kid, you have to smarten up fast or you’ll be forced to leave the city. Nothing’s cheap here, and nothing comes cheap or easy in this town – except ass. You’ve got a cute one going on back there, but you have to make it work for you instead of just letting it hang around all day waiting for you to sit on it and make it feel needed.” “You mean becoming a whore?” “Right away, kid, get something straight. It’s called an escort. And no, that’s not what I mean. You’d end up in the clutches of some gangster pimp for sure, and those guys play for keeps. No, I mean that you need to get yourself a daddy.” “Fuck that. I just shook free from my parents three months ago, I don’t need another one.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake! That’s not what I meant! I mean we need to get you connected with an older man who will pay the bills and give you a decent place to live, away from that bare-bones hostel. You just have to become his boy and give him sex whenever he wants. It’s a fair trade-off, as long as you get one who treats you decently.” Richard’s head was spinning a bit at the idea, but he could see the obvious benefit of becoming a kept boy. His wallet could see it even more clearly. “So, Terry, is that the story with you and those guys you’re always talking to whenever they come in?” “Yeah, it is – or it has been. I’ve lived with each of them at one time or another. There are other guys like them around here – too old to compete for the younger guys on their looks, but pretty well off and willing to flash some bills around to make it happen. The bonus is that they’re mostly a lot more experienced in bed than the young hotshots. You get a good one, you can be sure you’re gonna have a good time between the sheets. The easiest ones to land are the ones who want hot, young stud dick in their holes. That’s what happens when I see those guys. They want me to fuck them and breed them, and that’s what I do. Play your cards right, you’re on your way in no time.” “What cards?” “Good point. You’ve really got nothing except your looks. Apart from a week with one trucker, you’re a total novice. So let’s talk about what you have got. By the way, how old are you?” “Turned eighteen last month.” “And how big is your dick when it’s hard?” “I don’t know, I’ve never measured it.” “Let’s find out.” With that, Terry expertly fastened his hand onto Richard’s bulge and began to knead it and stroke it. He guessed, rightly, that novice Richard would spring to a full erection in almost no time flat. When it was poking straight ahead in his uniform pants, he said, “Okay, drop trou. We’re gonna measure you.” Terry whipped out a small ruler which he kept behind the bar for those odd moments in life when you find that you need a ruler and can’t remember where you last put it. “Six and a half inches. It’s decent but nothing to raise any eyebrows around WeHo. Didn’t you tell me that your trucker buddy only fucked you? In that case, we need to find you a top daddy. I can think of a couple.” “So how do I meet them?” “Leave that to me. One of my friends is organizing a big daddy party in a couple of weeks. He usually gets a couple of dozen guys there. I’ll bring you along and introduce you. You’re on your own then to use your natural charm – and you do have it when you try -- and see who you can get to know.” “Do I wear anything?” “Smart question. Almost nothing, once you get inside. They’ll have a room to put your clothes. Let’s see, we need to get you one of those flashy briefs with the back missing, so your naked ass is hanging out. That’s the best way to signal what you’re looking for. And then get yourself a spot at the table – he puts out a long table and the bottoms all line up there, then bend over and lie on it so their asses are showing at table height. And then all the tops take turns trying them on for size.” Richard was feeling very nervous now, at the thought of being caught in an orgy with an unlimited number of unknown men trying to fuck him. But he figured, what the hell, he was sure he could enjoy himself. “Anything else I should do to get ready?” “Several things. First, unless you’ve got a real thing for getting HIV-positive right away, we get you onto PreP ASAP. I’ll get you an appointment with my doctor and get one of my guys to foot the bill. Then we get you a butt plug as well as the seatless briefs. Use it every day for a week before the party, just to get used to the stretch. Use lube with it too. Next, I’m taking you to my gym for the next two weeks so you can build up your glutes – your ass muscles. One of my buddies will buy a trial membership for you. Finally, I teach you how to clean yourself properly – inside and out.” “You’re putting yourself to a lot of trouble to help me.” “Kid, I’m three years, almost four years, older than you. Think I haven’t been there too? You’re wrong. Just doing what I wish someone had done for me when I first landed in town. Oh, one last thing, Richard. You need to sound more boyish. From now on, call yourself Ricky.” “Okay, I’m Ricky.” With that, Terry rolled away the bucket and cleaning supplies into the closet and started turning out the lights. He set the alarm, and then they walked out into the street and locked the door. Terry slapped Ricky on the ass, and said, “Meet me here at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon for your first gym session on these beauties.” As Terry walked away, Ricky watched him go, thinking that his whole life was about to get turned upside down and inside out yet again. It seemed like such a weird idea, sort of like selling his body to the highest bidder – but then, wasn’t that pretty much what he’d done for a week with Mitch? Not that he’d demanded money, or set a price on their fun, but Mitch had certainly rewarded him generously with meals and bed, with clothes and cash, and most importantly, with a ride to the west coast. Okay, then, he thought to himself, I guess I’ve already been a kept boytoy so I may as well do it again. And as he thought that, he murmured to himself “End of the line” under his breath.

I went to a techno festival with a friend for a weekend in the summer. My boyfriend, with whom I've been monogamous for two years, didn't want to come along. The festival was impressive. You could hear good techno sound and feel the bass everywhere on the festival and camping site. We got on well with our tent neighbours and there was a lot of alcohol. On Saturday evening we went to the festival site. On the way there, I took MDMA to really party. When I arrived in front of the main stage, I could feel the effects: I started dancing and also got ... very horny. For fun, I downloaded Grindr and looked to see which guys were also at the festival. In my excitement, I wrote to several guys. I actually just wanted to chat suggestively and maybe get some dick pics. When the effects of the MDNA fully kicked in around 0:30am, I wanted to do more than just chat. Maybe wank together or something similar. I particularly liked one guy at Grindr. We arranged to meet at 2 a.m. at my tent, which was conveniently located near two main roads on the campsite. On the way to my tent, I realised that the effects of the MDMA were wearing off. I began to have doubts: should I really cheat on my boyfriend? When I arrived at the tent, I opened Grinder and pondered: should I say no to the guy or not? After all, I don't have any lube or condoms .... I looked at our neighbour's tent. I looked around and, in a knee-jerk reaction, went to our neighbour's tent without thinking. I opened the tent and reached for the bag of cocaine hidden under the front of a jumper. I quickly closed the tent door and disappeared into my own tent. I quickly rolled up a banknote and pulled the white powder through both nostrils. I realised how warm I was getting and how ... horny I was becoming agein. I looked at my watch: "Fuck, it's already 2:07!" I quickly crawled out of my tent, stood up and the Grindr guy was already waiting on the corner! I waved him over. In the twilight of the camping lights, he arrived grinning and we hid in the tent. When he undressed, I realised how the cocaine was kicking in with full force. He looked at me and asked: "Have you taken anything?". "Yes, cocaine... maybe a little too much" I replied. He grinned, said "very good boy...!" and took off my trousers and boxer shorts. He lifted my legs and started to lick my hole vigorously. Every time he stuck his entire tongue into my hole, I started to moan. I closed my eyes briefly and enjoyed the way he worked my hole with his big tongue. When I felt his tongue in my mouth and he began to moan softly, I opened my eyes. He had that diabolical grin again. My hands slid down his back to his sexy, tight arse. I enjoyed the way he penetrated my hole with his "tongue"... When my hands reached his arse, I noticed that it was constantly moving back and forth. In my cocaine high, I suddenly realised that it wasn't his tongue but his cock in my hole that was fucking me! "Fuck! You're fucking me right now!" I moaned at him, seeing his face only slightly blurred by the effects of the cocaine. "Oh yes! Are you enjoying my cock in your cunt?". I moaned and couldn't get a straight sentence out... I just stammered: "Ehm... Fuck... Fuck, that's hot... but fuck..." After a short time he grabbed my hair, pulled my head towards him and said: "I'm going now to fuck your fucking cunt from behind!". While he pulled his cock out, I wanted to suck him off. I grabbed his hard cock and realised that there was no condom on it. While I had his cock in my hand, I looked at him in horror and asked: "Fuck! Did you just fuck me without a condom? I have a boyfriend!". He replied annoyed: "Calm down! Didn't you like it? Come on, lie down on your stomach and I'll lick you again...". I was pissed off, but incredibly horny due to the cocaine. I agreed. He turned round and pulled poppers out of his bag on the floor. He gave it to me: "Take a few puffs! Then I'll lick your arse some more...". I opened the bottle and took a few puffs. The high kicked in immediately. Meanwhile, I noticed how he pushed his cock into me and started to fuck me hard. He bent over with his body and I felt his breath on my ear. He turned my head towards him and rammed his bare cock really deep inside me. I moaned loudly. "Tell me, how does my bare cock feel in your wet hole?" he asked. I was so horny that I could only answer: "Fucking goog. Fuck me. Fuck me bare. I don't care about anything right now. Just fuck me hard and cum inside me!!!". He bent up and started to fuck me hard. After few minutes he moaned loudly and a few seconds later he started laughing. I noticed how he pulled his cock out of my hole: "What's going on?" I asked. "I'm ready," he replied as he got dressed. My horniness abruptly diminished. I sat down and asked: "Ehm... did you come inside me?". "Yes," he grinned and put his shoes on and added: "It's leaking out of your hole, boy...". "Ehm... Okay... Tell me, how often do you fuck bareback? Are you healthy?" I replied. He opened the tent door, turned round and said: "I only ever fuck bareback. That's all you need to know!". Then he left. I wanted to run after him, but I was still naked. So I picked up my phone, opened Grindr and wanted to confront him. As soon as I'd written the first word, the chat disappeared. He had blocked me! Now I was sitting there: alone in the tent, overwhelmed and scared. My thoughts were running round and round: "What will you say to your boyfriend? What if he's infected me with something?". I spot the white bag of cocaine and thought to myself: Fuck it. Lets take a few more puffs. So I took another hit of cocaine, which made me extremely horny again. I started playing with my cock. With my right hand I slid down to my hole, where I realised that the sperm was flowing out. I took it on my finger and put it in my mouth. "Fuck that's hot... and it tastes good" I moaned quietly to myself. I reached for my phone and opened Grindr. I thought to myself: if anything, I want to be fucked properly today. Luckely, I quickly found a guy in his early 40s who had an XL cock and was a few tents away in his campervan. We arranged to meet up. I put on my clothes, took another line of cocaine and literally ran to the guy. Once there, everything happened quickly. He closed the door and took off his clothes. I knew from his profile that he was married to a man. While he undressed, I pressed my boxer shorts hard against my hole to wipe away the last traces and evidence of the past guy. We started kissing and I felt his big hard cock against my legs. "Fuck you are hot! Come fuck me" I whispered in his ear. He turned round and put on a condom. Then he turned me on my back, spit on his cock and slowly pushed it inside me. He started to fuck me slowly, but faster and faster. "Boy... you're incredibly hot and you have a delicious hole!" he moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his head and replied: "Oh fuck... I love your big cock! I would love to have you bare inside me". "Oh fuck yes. To fuck your beautiful cunt with my bare cock... That would be awesome! ", he replied, moaning and ramming his cock into me really hard all the way. While he fucks me in an alternating rhythm, he leans forward slightly: "Fuck boy... If I knew you, I'd fuck you right now without a rubber!". "Wow, yes, that would be so incredibly hot," I reply, pulling his face back to mine. "Do you often fuck bareback?" he asks me. I put my hands on his arse, grab it and push his arse against my pelvis. As he groans loudly, I look deep into his eyes and say: "No, I'm in a committed, monogamous relationship. I only fuck bareback with a boyfriend". He grins at me: "In a monogamous relationship?! You do realise that you have my cock in your hot hole right now?". I grinned back. Suddenly he stops. He slowly straightens up and slowly pulls his cock out of my hole, while he asks and says thoughtfully:"mhhhh... I understand. I'm married and only fuck bareback with my husband...". He looks down briefly, spits on his cock and slowly pushes it back in my hole. I moan loudly. "Do you want poppers?". "Oh, Yes!", I reply. He bends down and takes out the bottle next to the head bar. He opens the lid and slides the bottle under my nose. "If you only fuck bareback with your boyfriend and I only fuck bareback with my husband, then everything would be safe, wouldn't it?" As I sniff the poppers and give him the bottle back, I reply: "Yes. Everything's safe!". He sniffs hard on the poppers several times. While he puts the bottle away, he plays with his cock and rolls his eyes - the poppers kick in for me too. He looks at me, takes my hand and guides it to his hard, thick and big cock. "If you want to fuck bare, then take off the condom now...". My pulse increases, my cock gets really hard. I put my hand around his cock and pull the rubber off. He leans forward. I feel his rubberfree glans at my hole entrance. "You're really safe?" he asks me, "Yes, trust me!". And then... I realise how his glans penetrates my hole unprotected with rhythmic strokes. I close my eyes and burst with horniness. "Fuck, this is unbelievably hot!" I scream at him. "Fuck yes man! You have such a hot, wet cunt!" he replies and starts to fuck me really hard with his hammer with his eyes closed. I bend up a little to see his cock as he fucks my hole without a condom. It feels indescribable. The cocaine. The effect of the poppers. His big bareback cock. But the thing that really makes me explode is the knowledge and the fact that "my naughty cunt" is bulging with the cum of a guy I don't know. A guy who only ever fucks bareback. A guy who has blocked me on Grindr. A guy who probably isn't healthy. And now I'm getting fucked bareback by a married man who thinks I'm safe. As I watch his bare cock fucking my hole, I almost faint. The whole situation is so hot that I can hardly stand it. I mentally imagine what it looks like in my hole right now: My arse full of most probably highly contagious cum from a complete stranger, which is being massaged deeper and deeper into my bowels by a naive guy with his unprotected cock. At the same time, he pushes and rubs the highly contagious cum on his unprotected cock. I love the mental image of his glans of his uncut cock being wrapped in cum as he thrusts. And when he pulls his cock back, the whole cum is enclosed by his foreskin until the glans is exposed again during the next thrust... I mean: I really love it when I see an big uncut cock and the entire glans is full of cum and it spreads between the glans and foreskin. But the idea that it's someone else's sperm that the guy doesn't even know about. Not knowing that it's most likely poz sperm. Directly in my hole - wow, I can't have a cock in me as deep as I'm horny with this. Suddenly he punches me in the face. I look at him. "Fuck boy, were are you? I'm about to cum! Where should I cum?". "Fuck... hot... splash your load deep into my hole!". As soon as I've said that, I notice his cock twitching hard. With a loud moan he thunders his cock into me to the hilt and collapses on top of me. He starts to laugh and mumbles "Boy... You and youre hole are fucking awesome!". Meanwhile, I put my hand on my cock to make myself come. He leans up again and pulls his cock out of my hole. He looks down: "Wow... there's a lot coming out. I didn't realise I had such plump balls...". "hehe... yeah, me too!" I reply with a grin, "please push your dock in again slowly so that you massage your cum into my hole". He then grabs his cock with his hand, took it up with the leaking cum and pushes it into me. I take another quick poppers sniffs and shortly afterwards I come explosively as I feel his cock inside me - and once again - as I imagine how with every movement of his cock inside me, stranger, anonymous and highly contagious sperm is massaged between his glans and his foreskin. Later, while I wipe my sperm off my stomach and he wipes his cock with a cloth, he asks me for my number. I reply that we can continue writing on Grindr. I quickly put my clothes on and am about to leave when he grabs my hand. He looks at me and says that we should stay in touch, if only in case there was something about the bareback sex. I kiss him and agree. When I get to my tent, I open Grindr and block him. 13 weeks after the festival, I receive my HIV-positive test result. In the meantime, I had active and passive unprotected sex with my boyfriend several times. But that's another story ... 😉

Short answer: No, it isn't. HIV fetish content is restricted to a few specific forums. Everywhere else on the site is stuff about all the other wonderful aspects of bareback sex. 90+% of my work as a moderator is attempting to keep it that way.

------- Chapter 5.3 - Fuckin On The Job ------- His phone buzzed and then buzzed again and again. "What the fuck? Joe muttered as he laid in bed Saturday morning. "Probably Mark sending me stupid cat videos or pics of hot guys I can never fuck" Joe thought. He rolled away from Kyle and picked up his phone and took a look at the first message. It was a pic, alright. But one of his college wrestling coach with a dick on his face. The next message was text and it said "You old coach really loves cock", followed by several more compromising pics. Then "fyi he swallows" and lastly "greedy cumdump. got 3 loads when we left." Joe was confused why Aaron was sending him these pics. He was supposed to be driving Ric around. "WTF?" he sent back. "Your friend and his buddy are sick fucks" then "In a good way" and then "We tagged ur coach for you ;)" Aaron replied. A few minutes later another message came in from Aaron "use pix if u want but clear my info first. burn the mofo!" An hour later he got another message from Dennis. "7 loads in ur old coach b4 he took off." Joe was now intrigued. He sent a message back to Dennis "Whats goin on? got msg from Aaron 2" Dennis replied "Ric set up tag team at ABS. Btm was ur wrestling coach" followed by "I told a few of ur friends n they wanted revenge for what he did to u" and then "Me, Tony, Derrick, Luis, Juan, Steven, and a hot black swimmer bred his ass. Not sure who did him b4 I got there. Ric, Aaron, Nick for sure. more guys showed up after coach left" Joe laughed to himself. As much as he wanted to do something like that himself, he never thought Ric would do it for him. His little bro had his back. -- Ric laid down on the bed once they got back to the room. He was exhausted and a little sore. Aaron and Nick were on the other bed and Aaron couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I sent the pics I got to Joe. I hope you don't mind. I told him what we did, too" Aaron said, with a huge grin on his face. Crawling over to the other bed, he showed Ric the text conversation. Ric laughed before replying "I guess I can't surprise him then. I hope Joe's not pissed that we did it instead of him. Thanks for getting the pics. I got a short video too. That was a lot of fun." Ric thought about the whole morning and smiled, adding "I hope that coach is not on prep and all those loads knock his ass up. Do you know who that guy was that went into the booth after me? He was a sexy fucker. I tried to warn him..." "That was Juan. He's from the club. Dennis passed the word around about what we were up to and several guys wanted to join in and he was one" Aaron explained. "Club?" Ric asked and several seconds later realized which club. Pointing to his biohazard tat, he asked "This club?" "Yeah dummy. That club. And you're the genius going to college" Aaron replied, laughing. "So more guys fucked him after we left?" Ric asked. "Yeah, I don't know how many more. I was just sitting there watching your hot body get more ink" Aaron replied. A few moments later Aaron asked "What did I hear about a porn star?" Ric chuckled before replying "I guess just about everyone knows now. I did a couple porn videos out in California. They tried to obscure my identity, but more and more guys are recognizing me. That was one reason for the new tattoos. Now I look different and hopefully won't get tied to those videos any more." "Fuck, that's cool. Did you do anyone famous?" Nick asked. "The first one was famous, the other three weren't. The first one was fun, the second one sucked and the others were good. Anyway, that's all in the past" Ric said. He looked over and Aaron and Nick were making out again. He leaned his head back and was sound asleep in seconds. Ric woke to the sounds of Nick plowing into Aaron. He looked over and could tell that Aaron was enjoying his boyfriend fucking him. Ric wondered how long they had been together and still loved to fuck each other. He enjoyed fucking all of his friends and a few he was closer to, but they were still just friends. Ric watched Nick get closer to orgasm and the smile on Aaron's face grow. Nick was still plowing Aaron when there was a tap at the door, the lock opened and then the door. Dennis stood there with a nervous looking guy about Ric's age in a hotel uniform. Dennis pushed the guy into the room. "Fuck!" Nick said before pulling his hard shaft out of Aaron's hole. "I brought you guys a treat. Jay here thinks it's OK to fuck while working. I caught him in a storage room getting fucked by one of his friends. If staff gets nailed on the clock, then it better be by a guest or management. It looked like a bad fuck too. Show him how it's supposed to be done" Dennis said. Ric could see fear in Jay's face as he looked around the room. Dennis' expression was more devious. "I have to work another hour. Have fun with him until I get back" Dennis said before turning to Jay and telling him "No stains on the uniform or you will really be screwed." Aaron and Nick were standing there naked, licking their lips while Ric walked closer. The door clicked shut as Ric stopped in front of Jay. "Ever had three guys at once?" Ric asked. "Nnnnnooo" Jay replied nervously. Ric chuckled. "Its easy. First guy opens you up and lubes you with a nice load of cum and then the others can just slide on in" Ric said softly. He felt Aaron and Nick come closer. "Nnnnoo... No cum. I only play safe" Jay replied, glancing between the three guys. Ric's hand unbuttoned the tight uniform pants, letting them drop down. He squeezed Jay's cock through his briefs with one hand and rubbed over his ass with the other. "This is a condom free room. I'm sure Dennis will be very disappointed if there isn't at least a little cum dripping down your leg when he gets back" Ric continued. Aaron and Nick were now standing on either side of Jay, helping him out of his uniform. Ric pushed his sweats and jockstrap off and the four were all naked a minute later. Six hands pushed Jay to his knees and he looked back and forth at the three stiff shafts in front of him. "Come on, Jay. I know this isn't the first time you've been in this position. You know what to do" Aaron said. "I... I know. But this one has a scary tattoo above it and this one has the same one on it... Let me try yours first" Jay said, visibly shaking as he leaned forward and began to lick over Aaron's cock. Ric looked down and saw the dark black biohazard on the top of Nick's cock. "Damn, that's hot. I bet it hurt like a motherfucker" Ric whispered to Nick. Nick nodded back with a grin. Aaron let Jay lick and suck a minute, before putting his hand behind Jay's head to give him a little encouragement. He laughed to himself as he saw his bio tat hovering over Jay's head. Ric waited a few minutes and then gave Aaron a nudge. He let go of Jay's head and pushed him over to Ric. Jay started out tentatively, but soon had the larger cock in his mouth. The longer he sucked, the more relaxed Jay got but was still only able to get half of Ric's cock in his mouth. It was just too thick to take any deeper without gagging. Nick was getting impatient and finally pulled Jay's head over to his leaking cock. Jay made three passes, sucking each cock before getting moved to the next one. Nick only let him suck a few minutes on his third turn before he pulled Jay to his feet and pushed him toward the bed. "Your buddy fuck you doggy or missionary?" Nick asked. "Uh... ummm... I was bent over some boxes" Jay replied, his voice trembling. "Ah, OK. On your back then. I prefer that anyway so I can see a guy's face while I breed him" Nick said with an evil grin. Jay laid on the bed and paused as he watched Ric and Aaron come closer. Slowly he lifted his legs, but not fast enough for Nick. He grabbed each ankle and pushed them back until his cock was pointing right at Jay's quivering hole. "Condom... Please use a condom" Jay begged. Nick chuckled and pressed his bare cock hard against the tight, dry ring. "We told you. It's a condom free room" Nick said. Jay cried out as Nick's cock tried to squeeze inside, aided only by some spit and a little precum. After several tries, the head broke through and Nick forced his way deeper. Jay squirmed and kept yelling as the jolts of pain ripped through his body. "Damn I love watching that tat disappear inside a guy's pussy. If your buddy had bred you, all that cum would help me slide in easier. I'll give you some more spit this time, but you need to be better prepared next time. And for fuck sake, relax that hole" Nick said. He pulled his cock out quickly, spit two gobs on Jay's hole and one on the end of his cock and shoved back in. "FUCK!" Jay yelled out while Nick started to plow in and out. "Once word gets out in the hotel, I'm sure this hole is gonna get a lot looser" Nick said, drilling harder. Aaron whispered in Ric's ear "Fuck me while Nick opens him up. Just don't cum." Ric laughed as Aaron bent over the bed next to Jay. He stood next to Nick and drooled some saliva over Aaron's hole to mix with the precum Nick had leaked into him earlier. Ric felt Aaron relax his hole and with only a little effort was past his outer ring. The hole seemed to suck the first two thirds of his cock in before Aaron gave a few flexes around the shaft. Ric began to drive in and out of Aaron's hole, feeling the moist sleeve gently grip his cock. He looked over and Nick gave him a wink, wordlessly telling him he liked watching Ric fuck his boyfriend. Jay was still groaning with each stroke of Nick's cock, making it clear there still wasn't enough lube inside him. Almost ten minutes after he first entered Jay, Nick started to thrust quickly. "Pull out... Pull OUT!" Jay now begged and got nothing but a sneer from Nick. Seconds later, Nick let out a chuckle followed by two grunts before he started to shoot his toxic seed into Jay's gut. "See, doesn't that feel better with all my cum soothing your sore cunt and soaking in?" Nick asked. A moment later he added "Now it's my boyfriend's turn, cuz there's not enough lube in there for you to take Ric, yet." Ric took that as his cue and dragged his cock out of Aaron's chute. Aaron stood up and whispered to Ric "Fuck that felt good. I'm lookin forward to a lot more later." He slid into Jay's waiting hole only a few moments after Nick pulled out. Almost immediately he was plowing into the hole, getting more groans from Jay. There may have been more lube in his hole, but the damage Nick had done still gave Jay considerable pain. Nick was surprised when Ric started licking over his still hard cock shortly after he was out of Jay's ass. Ric moaned loudly as his tongue cleaned Nick's cock. By the time he finished savoring the creamy mixture, Aaron was pounding Jay's battered hole. Jay kept begging and pleading for him to "stop" or "slow down" or "don't cum in him," but Aaron ignored him. His thrusts got harder, if anything. He'd fucked longer than Nick, but soon he was nearing the point of no return. His grunts competed with Jay's screams until he buried his cock in and fired off his toxic bullets into another victim. Ric smiled as he watched the pink cum dribble out of Jay's ass on to the floor. He put his hand over Jay's mouth and pushed into the tortured hole. "Shit... three fucks, two loads and he's still struggling to take my dick anywhere near as good as you did, Aaron" Ric said, grinning back at Aaron and Nick. Jay squirmed and tried to pull away from Ric's intrusion, but Ric held him tight. A few hard plunges later and Jay just whimpered while Ric continued to drive into the abused hole. Minutes later, it seemed that Jay had given up his fight and while Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock into Jay, that's all he needed. His fuck with Aaron earlier had gotten him close and Jay's quivering, cum filled hole was quickly getting him the rest of the way. Ric heard the door open and close, but was too engrossed in breeding Jay to bother to look back. He grunted a few times and bent over Jay, pushing his legs back, before his cock started to pulse. Each throb pumped more viral seed into Jay's sloppy hole. Ric stared at Jay, seeing the panic in his eyes. He knew Jay enjoyed part of the fuck, since he did moan some, but there were more times where he was in obvious pain. Ric pulled his cock out and let Jay's legs back down. He looked around and Aaron and Nick were joined by Dennis. "I heard you guys down the hall. Good thing I kept these rooms empty" Dennis said. Ric smiled back at him and said "He's all lubed up, ready for your strain." Dennis laughed "Nah, you guys probably wore him out. Besides, I don't fuck family." Everyone turned to Dennis and looked surprised. "I'm not really family since you won't marry Uncle Corey. But yeah, I'm really sore and tired. Thanks, guys. That was even hotter than I thought it would be. Do you guys think you charged me up?" Jay asked. Aaron was the first to laugh. "This was a setup, right? You wanted us to knock him up?" he asked. Dennis looked over at Jay before explaining "He's been trying to get me to do it since he found out I was poz. As I said, I won't fuck family. I also didn't think he was ready..." "Yeah, dad" Jay said, mocking Dennis' concern. "But I wanted him to experience the chase like I did, not just get pozzed by some random stranger. So... I asked him what was his fantasy pozzing. He said gangbang. I told him that wasn't very original and he'd been reading too many stories on the internet. So I set this up, knowing that Ric was going to be in town and where he is, there's always poz guys and sex. I also trust you guys to not get too crazy but also get the job done" Dennis said, tossing a butt plug to Jay. "He can stay with us a few weeks, we'll make sure he never shoots another neg load" Nick said with a chuckle. "Thanks, but I want to know if tonight was when it happened. My pussy is closed for a couple weeks" Jay said. "There's a backup plan... I have a few other guys for round two if we need it, but you'll get an invite if its required. Too bad Ric won't be around for it" Dennis said. Jay rinsed off and got dressed before he and Dennis walked out of the room, leaving the three there. They sat around and talked for a while. "You think we did it tonight? Aaron asked. "Based on what Nick's cock tasted like, he got torn up pretty good. The bug is probably swimmin in his veins right now" Ric replied. "Speaking of a bug... You owe me some" Aaron said to Ric with a devilish grin. The three guys shared a bed, taking turns swapping loads after their balls had refilled. They finally fell asleep early in the morning and were rudely awakened by a knock at the door. "Wakey Wakey!" Dakota said as he stripped his clothes off. "Someone owes me a good fuck for his bus ride last year" he said, way too cheerfully for that hour of the morning. Ric rolled off the bed and made his way half asleep over to the second bed where Dakota was standing. "Mmm, already hard and ready" Dakota said as he fell to his knees and began to suck. The more he sucked the more alert Ric became. With his cock hard and dripping spit, Dakota climbed on the bed, laying on his back. "Normally I like it doggy, but I want to look at you as you wreck my pussy" Dakota said. Ric chuckled before he pushed his cock to the well used ass. He moaned as he felt the warm loads inside the hole. "You've already been bred" Ric said, plowing faster. "Yeah, I hit the truck stop to drop a few loads and take a few before coming to work. Hope you don't mind" Dakota replied. Ric fucked harder, turning the loads into a frothy mess that was getting pushed out around his cock. Ric heard Dakota moan and Aaron snore. He laughed a moment but then put all of his attention back to Dakota. A few more minutes of pounding Dakota's ass and he felt his balls tighten. Two grunts and a groan later, his cock was shooting another charged load into Dakota's ass to join what was left of the truckers' cum. Ric pulled out and climbed on the bed on his knees. "Your turn" he said, winking. "Only can do a quick one. Gotta get to work" Dakota said. Less than five minutes later, Dakota was walking out of the room and Ric was falling back asleep with a warm load of cum in his ass. The alarm went off and the three showered before Ric packed the few things he brought in his backpack. It was quiet on the drive down until Nick said "I had this real weird dream. I was at a bathhouse and guys were all around us having sex but all I wanted to do was sleep." "Remind me never to go to a bathhouse with you" Aaron said as they pulled up to the airport terminal. (( End of Chapter 5 ))

PART 9 I did get some sleep, but definitely not a ton. When I started this, I said I’d tell the truth, and the truth was that I was really conflicted and felt a lot of guilt. Guilty that I did it. That I wanted to do it again. That it felt so good. And Tom, it was like he had this power over me. I mean even last night after I had practically just cum at his place, I was home jerking off reliving what had just happened. But there I was at 11:00, totally showered and clean and feeling, well, a need. Tom smiled and let me in the door, pinning me against the wall as soon as the door closed. “Damn, I had plans to try to be slow, but you just drive me crazy my sexy little boy. Let’s get upstairs and get you naked and let’s give that little boy pussy the attention it needs,” he whispered sexily. It took me perhaps only five seconds to climb the staircase, shedding my clothing immediately upon entering the playroom door. Tom likewise allowed his robe slip off, showing me that tall thin body that I thought was so sexy. His cock was already more than half hard. Not surprisingly the passion and the moment was hitting me intensely, particularly as Tom was stroking himself, using a hypnotic rhythm. That gorgeous giant cock. He didn’t have to ask or direct me. There was no hesitation at all. I slid onto my knees, opened my mouth wide to receive his cock head. Did I think of HIV when I saw the bead of precum coming out of of his slit? Yeah I did. and I also recognized that, even knowing Tom was poz, I couldn't stop myself from liking up his pre-cum. And I savored it. And I just wanted more. I just knew that whatever else, I wanted more of Tom. And I lost myself in a cocksucking lust.