Leaderboard

I woke up in my bed feeling cold and damp. As I breathed in, the pungent odor of Michael’s piss hit me. My entire bed was soaked in it along with me being fully covered. Who knows how much he had to drink to piss this much. As I got out of bed I thought about what happened. I must have had too much to drink and passed out, after all I’d always been a lightweight. When I tried to turn on the shower nothing came out. I then remembered Michael had said I would not be showering for a while. I still had the overwhelming urge to piss and without thinking went to the toilet and relaxed. Only when my piss began to spray at me did I realize my cage only had holes pointed at me not forward. I thought about stopping but realized this is what Michael wanted and continued pissing on myself. Once I was finished I began my walk to the kitchen, tempted by the breeze on my open guts I felt inside my hole. The pig hole was still in place and behind it my cunt seemed thoroughly stretched. Michael must have really gone to work when I was unconscious. As I got downstairs I expected to see Michael in the kitchen, but it along with the rest of the cabin was empty. I tried the basement and attic doors but they were both locked as well. I then remembered Michael mentioned he had been working out in the shed the previous morning. As I walked outside fully nude the brisk wind felt as if it fully penetrated me, mostly likely because my hole was wide open for penetrating. I heard what I thought at first to be music as I approached the large shed. The shed itself was nearly the same size as the cabin the only differences being it was a single story and made of sheet metal. As I opened the door my senses were assaulted. First the ripe smell of man sweat and piss. Then the loud music that had turned out not to be music at all but vigorous moans from porn playing on all the tvs. The porn itself was different on each tv, one had a man being pissed on my a group, another consisted of a man with an entire arm in his cunt, and the third was a man suspended in some kind of hammock as both his mouth and cunt we’re fucked by two burly tattooed men; both of whom had the same biohazard tattoos that Michael had across his body. Directly in front of me was the biggest shock. Michael fully nude squatting a loaded bar and landing on a massive dildo. It looked almost comical how large it was but he was taking it with ease. Michael smiled at me when he saw me, racking the bar and walking towards me. “Perfect timing boy I just finished my last rep” he said as he stood in front of me glistening in sweat “what’s wrong boy you want a taste” he followed by lifting up his arm and crouching down bringing his noxious pit into my reach. I nearly jumped at him licking up his salty bitter sweat. From his armpit I continued on his entire hairy body ingesting his sweat and smell. “Now you can’t be getting me too clean there piggy boy” he chuckled before saying “on your knees I got to piss” As I took the tip of his massive cock in my mouth I relaxed my throat preparing for his jet stream. Instead he grabbed the back of my head and slammed me down on his cock, bringing my face all the way to his oily bush. I almost threw up but his massive cock filled my throat so nothing could get by. “Good boy, I didn’t explain this earlier but fags like you need to be able to use all your holes to service men. Your cunt needs some rest so today I’m going to train your throat.” I felt his cock swell with piss as he said that and a warm mess entered my stomach After a minute he tapered off and pulled back, allowing me to breathe. “Now boy your throat is not like your cunt. Your cunt needs to be stretched gently over time, but your throat has something that prevents that. It’s called the gag reflex, and the best way to get rid of it is to beat it out. You understand what I mean don’t you” I just stared up blankly while panting like a mindless dog “I’m going to rape your throat as hard as I can for as many times as it take do you understand boy” I felt his cock growing in my mouth and suddenly he grabbed my head again and started violently slamming me into him. I felt like he was going to crush my head with how hard he was humping and my body kept forcing his ever growing cock out even as he plowed back in. The Prince Albert was making it even worse, further stretching my throat and leaving a metallic taste I hoped was not blood. After what seemed like an eternity Michael slammed my head down into his bush again as his cock swelled and spread its warmness to my stomach. As his cum entered me I gazed at the biohazard tattoo in front of me. It was centered around his pierced belly button and seemed older than the rest. I wondered why he had so many and why the men on the tv also had them. As he pulled his cock out my Gag reflex activated and my mouth filled up just as Michael covered my mouth with his hand “Oh no no, only bad boys throw up and you don’t want to see what happens to bad boys do you” Tears welled up in my eyes as I forced down the vomit. “ good boy” said Michael “ now come on to the back I’ve got something that should loosen your throat up so next times more pleasant” He pull me to my feet as he rubbed my belly then fondled my locked penis and balls. He walked towards a door on the back wall of the gym pressing a button on the way to turn off the porn. Through the door was a smaller room with a bench in the center and plenty of shelves and lockers around the room. All the shelves were covered in a variety of what I assumed were sex toys, although I could barely guess at the purpose of most. Michael walked to a locker and withdrew a long thin plastic tube and a strap. He walked along the shelves examining the different toys before settling on a long floppy one. Michael came up to me and had me sit on the bench facing him. Crouched between my legs he began to explain “Look here, today we’re going to destroy your gag reflex, but I must admit there is an easier way. What I’m going to do is lock this toy in your throat all day, but first I need to make sure you can still breathe ok boy?” I nodded without really understanding “good boy now hold still this will be uncomfortable.” He said as he began to slide the plastic tubing down one of my nostrils. It felt horrible but I’d take anything to make Michael happy, then I felt the tube start to go down my windpipe where Michael stopped. “Good job, that wasn’t so bad now was it. The one issue with this is you’re only going to get maybe a tenth of your normal oxygen but you’ll be fine you don’t need it that much do ya” I shook my head no as he patted it “Atta boy now here comes the fun part”he announced as he began to slide the toy down my throat. By the time it was fully in my gag reflex was going crazy but the strap was already on so there was nothing I could do. “Alrighty now that that’s handled I’m in the mood for breakfast” he said before we headed back to the cabin.

As soon as I got to my room I collapsed on the bed, I had just felt something I’d never felt before and my whole body was asking for more but I wasn’t gay and certainly not a fag. I wasn’t going to take a man’s penis in my dirty anus much less any of the other filthy things gay people do. That’s when I remembered however that Michael said I didn’t have an anus I had a cunt. In all honesty I wasn’t sure if that was true, rushing through school like I did not much had been retained. But Michael had been so nice and welcoming to me even as I got too drunk on his whiskey and played with his piss. His piss, I almost threw up thinking about it being in me, and then how he knew. But I realized as well that meant that my insides could be cleaned. I went into true bathroom and started using the douche, with clean water this time. As it was inside me I began imagining Michael’s cock and started bouncing up and down on it. I felt close, so close, to what I wasn’t sure but then it came out and was over. Now that I was clean I knew that I could take Michael’s cock not in my dirty ass but in my clean cunt. I went downstairs and back out to the hot tub. Michael looked at me grinning as I said “I’m ready to take your cock Michael” He stared at me then started laughing “Oh you stupid cunt if you were to have my cock now you’d bleed to death, now keep in mind you’ll be bleeding plenty when I fuck you but I plan to keep you for a long time” he said as he motioned me into the hot tub “Aww look at this little guy he’s so excited” he said, grabbing my erection. He pulled it hard making me fall onto him. I was now sitting on his knees facing him with my legs spread around him. “Now this here is a cock boy” he said as he lifted his massive shaft up to rest on my cock. “It’s totally soft right now too and it’s still three times yours. You never had a chance you were made to get fucked” he looked me dead in the eyes and I couldn’t look away, I could barely think I just nodded. “Good boy you know you place, now start stroking so we can see how much bigger it really is” as I grasped it with both hands and began stroking it, I couldn’t take my eyes off the massive ring under his foreskin. “Oh is the boy curious again” he said as I continued to mindlessly stroke him. “That boy is a Prince Albert” he said, pulling his foreskin down. “This is used to show that I’m a man who knows my place. It’s also used to show how long a man has know his place because unlike a fags cunt this takes time to open up. Mines custom made because most men never get this big” I just stared at it and the little bits of liquid swelling up around it. Michael slapped me hard. “Did I tell you to stop” he said assertively “No” I moaned out as I started stroking his ever growing cock “No what” he yelled slapping me again “No sir” I moaned back “Good boy” he said while twisting my nipples “Now look at that seeing you moan like a bitch got me fully hard” he said as his now monstrous thirteen inche cock slammed down onto my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I had ever thought we were the same. Everything seemed so clear right now, I was meant to take cock and he was meant to give it. “Eyes up here” he said tilting his cock out of my view “Now do you see why I’m a real man and you’re a fag” I nodded vigorously “good boy, open” he said moving a finger covered in some goo up into my mouth. I sucked it off and it tasted so good, better than anything I’ve ever had. Michael lifted me up and pulled me towards him before dropping me. My knees were too weak to catch me so I grabbed his shoulders and my cunt landed on top of his cock. Instead of entering me like I expected it just hit my hole sending a jolt through me. I started wiggling my cunt to try to get him in but Michael just shook his head standing up while saying “You’re far from ready for that just bend over for me and I’ll teach you” He placed me down with my knees on the hot tub bench and my hands on the rim. He opened up what I thought was the filter in front of me but it was instead full of some strange odorous white-yellow goo. Michael put his finger in then brought it to my mouth. It tasted just like the goo from before. “Now boy this here is a fags favorite food, you’ll want to do anything for it but here I am giving you a near bucket of it. These are the leftovers from some of the fun I have in this hot tub so feel free to eat up while I get to work” as he said that he grabbed a lump and smeared it on my cunt before sticking his finger back in. I tentatively took a handful of the cream into my mouth and started rolling it around with my tongue. It tasted salty and sweet with a little bit of bitterness. As the waves of please start rolling over me again I gave in and started shoveling the cream into my mouth. I felt an amazing pressure building in my hole then felt it starting to move down to my cock. Only then did I realize the pressure was me being about to pee. But it was more than that I tried to warn Michael but all that came out were moans as I started pissing myself from pleasure. Once the pleasure had settled I felt my cunt empty and managed to turn around. “ I’m so sorry I’ll clean this up sir” Michael raised his hand, cutting me off. “ you were meant to do that boy it’s called a pissgasm, it your cunts response to too much pleasure” “ now your head should be a bit clearer so are you sure you want me to open you up and make you a cunt” he asked “Yes sir”

Author's note: I know it took me more than 2 years, but I'm back with another chapter to this story. I have a lot of ideas and I want it to keep going as long as you enjoy it. Have fun. ____________________________________________________________ PART 4 I was desperate. As great as the sex with my uncle was, I wasn't prepared for what he did to me. What was I going to do now? It would be impossible for my parents not to find out I was gay if I had HIV. I would need to go to the doctor to start some type of treatment and that would be in the system forever. Tears streamed down my face as I remained on the bed in the same position. Uncle Drew had told me there was no point in crying, but what else could I do? It was too late for me to go back now. And even if I didn't get the bug after our first time, he promised he would keep fucking me until my parents got back from their trip. And he would rape me again if I refused. About two hours after everything happened, I decided to get up and go to the living room. Uncle Drew was sitting on the couch, with a bottle of beer in his hand, watching a football game on TV. As I approached, he pressed a button on the remote control, muting the TV. “Do you want to repeat it all so quickly?” he asked. “No, I just want to talk,” I replied. “You should have put clothes on first.” I looked down and realized I was naked. I hadn't thought of anything when I got out of bed and went to talk to my uncle. I hadn't realized I wasn't wearing anything, but now I could feel his seed running down my leg. I just needed answers and I wanted to know if he had told me the truth. “Were you serious?” I asked. “About what?” he said. “When you said you had HIV.” “Yes Jeremiah, I have never been so serious in my entire life. And now the virus is inside of you too.” “Why would you do that?” I asked, hurt. “Hey, don't blame it on me, you were the one who said you wanted to lose your virginity to your own uncle. You’re the one who didn’t ask me to use a condom.” “I didn’t think you would be capable of infecting me on purpose.” “Jeremiah, you need to start thinking about this as a gift.”, he said. “I would never do anything bad to my own nephew, even if his father is an asshole. But you must answer one question, what is every gay man’s greatest fear?” “Getting the bug,” I replied. “And now you no longer need to have that fear, because you already have it. Isn't that great? I’ve been living with this for years and it has been the best years of my life.” As much as I didn't want to admit it, what Uncle Drew said made sense. It was a completely twisted and strange thought, but I could see the logic behind the things he said. “And what do I do now?” I asked. “You don't have to do anything,” Uncle Drew replied. “But if you want my advice, you’re young, hot, and you have a huge beautiful dick, almost as big as mine. I would take advantage of that and fuck every guy who wanted me.” “But wouldn’t that be risky?” “Not anymore, because now you are free. I freed you. My DNA is running through your veins now. And if you want, I can help you achieve many things.” "I’m not sure." “I know this turns you on, you have a hard on right now. Now come, it’s time for you to have your second lesson.” Uncle Drew took off the thin shorts he was wearing and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. As much as I was still scared, I had to admit that the idea of him fucking me again excited me more than anything. So, without thinking much about the consequences, I walked towards him.

Thanks for all the positive feedback, I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do with this but definitely want to lengthen it so if you have any suggestions feel free to comment or pm them. — “You made the right decision come with me” Michael said as he stood up and walked toward the house grabbing his discarded jock on the way. I went to grab my briefs when he said “Don’t bother those cover up way too much” “Yes sir” I said readily. As we walked back into the house Micheal went for the door to the basement while telling me to wait there. As I stood there I probed my hole with my fingers. I felt a wetness on them realizing some of the cream was in me from when Michael fingered me. I eagerly ate it up, scraping my hole for more. When no more came out I remembered the stain on the stool Michael had left and went to lick it up. The stain tasted different, almost like cherry. I was startled when Michael came up. “My, my, someone’s already well on their way to becoming a cum pig” he spoke as I stared at him inquisitively “Oh no I don’t take cum that’s just lube from my workout this morning. You see, I like to keep my manhole nice and stretched. I never get fucked but I guess it’s just a habit from when I was young and neg.” “What does cum have to do with this” I asked on the edge of a realization. “Why boy, that's what you’ve been shoveling into that greedy little mouth. The collected cum of the hundreds of men who have been in that hot tub. Your not the first who I’ve used it on, but you are the first to empty it clean, the filter hasn’t been that clean since I bought it.” The realization hit me that I had been filling my face with cum. Who knows how many people's sperm I had just ingested. But the worst part was my cock only got harder. I should’ve been horrified but instead I was turned on, not only that I wanted more. “Do you have any more sir” I asked “No we there’s a good slut, unfortunately that’s all I had on hand but I’m sure we could get you more, but for now we’ve got to get you ready” Just as I was about to ask what I was getting ready for he put a bag on the kitchen counter and pulled out what looked like a bottle of shaving cream and a bodysuit. “Cmon upstairs let’s get you into the shower.” He commanded as he went up the stairs. When i reached the shower he already had it going “Go on clean off this is the last shower you’ll get for a while” he said handing me a washcloth As I washed he got into the suit, it was relatively loose and covered his entire body except his head. When he saw me examining it he answered “Oh this is just a coverall I got from a hardware store, can’t get this stuff on me it’s dangerous.” He gave another sly smile Once I finished washing he turned off the water and walked into the shower with the can “This right here is kind of like nair except where nair only lasts a few months this is permanent. It burns away all your hair folicles because fags like you need to be hairless so men can identify you. Not on you head though that would just look weird” He proceeded to coat my body in the foaming spray and then rub it in. “Just stand there don’t rub at it let it do it’s work, be a good boy” he said as he stepped away The next ten minutes were agony as it felt like my entire body caught fire but I did as Michael said took it. When he finally turned the water on it felt like bliss. I fell over into his now naked body and buried myself in his hair. The smell that had once repulsed me now drew me in. “Good boy now let’s go have a drink” he said as he guided me downstairs When we got to the bar he poured me a triple of some strange clear liquor I didn’t recognize. “What’s that sir” I asked “Everclear, it tastes like shit but I don’t think you’ll be able to take the next step sober” he said sliding me the glass I tried to take a sip but immediately spit it out. It was absolutely horrible. “Hm well what to do about that” he picked up my glass “ do you trust me boy” he asked I nodded obediently. He smiled in response then held my glass at the tip of his cock and began pissing. His stream was like a power washer hitting the glass with just as much splashing onto him and the ground as made it in the glass. When he filled the glass he placed it in front of me with a simple “drink up” I could smell the noxious piss from here. As I picked up the glass I remembered how good it felt to have his piss fill my guts, then how my briefs coated in his piss had felt and smelled. And with that I drank up. It tasted disgusting, worse then before but this time it was Michael’s and I didn’t want to let him down so I downed the glass in one gulp. “Well look at you it seems like you’re a true pig” he said before looking down at the piss on the floor “now clean up the mess” I knew what he meant, getting down on the ground I began licking up his piss which tasted just as disgusting as the glass. Once the floor was cleaned I moved onto Michael’s hairy tattooed legs. As I licked the piss off I got a good view of his tattoos. The right leg was mostly some kind of tribal pieces with what seemed like some vague symbols from European myth but I wasn’t certain. His left was a collection of smaller pieces with a giant scorpion on his thigh, its blood red stinger on the inner thigh pointing upwards. I finally made it to his cock and began licking the piss off the tip “Well someones eager, what the hell you deserve a treat for cleaning up, just don’t spill” he said as he pressed the head of his cock into my mouth The stream slammed into the back of my throat and went straight down into my stomach. All I had to do was keep from breathing and his jet stream would do all the work. After two minutes I was getting dizzy when I finally felt the stream taper off. He filled my mouth as he pulled out and I dutifully swallowed. “Now that’s what I like to see” he said as he grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up. My head was swimming when we sat down on the couch and I just leaned into his hairy body. “Seems like that got you ready for the next step” he said as he slid a pink ring around my balls and penis and then a matching cage over my shaft. “This here is a chastity cage, it’s made so that fags can focus on their true sex organ, the cunt. For you all being able to touch your cock would do is confuse you and I don’t want that.” I looked at the cage, it was solid pink plastic with some small pin holes around the base. Michael pushed me forward so that I was laying ass up on his lap when he began to finger my hole. “Now you’re still a bit tight but I think you’re strong and can take a little extra stretch don’t you” I nodded as he lifted up a strange silicone tube. It had to be the diameter of a coke can. He laid it on my hole and tried to push to no avail. “Well looks like we’re gonna need to cheat.” He grabbed a spray bottle and a disgustingly stained jock from the bag. He sprayed the jock and then told me to “breath fully out then fully in and hold it til i say” I did as I was told, the jock smelled like Bo and chemicals but I continue le to breathe in till my lungs were full when Michael said breathe Everything seemed lighter for a second then I felt myself open as my vision doted. I felt a pressure at my hole for a second then only felt open. When I came back to myself I realized the silicone tube Michael had been holding was inside me. “That right there boy is a pig hole, it’s gonna keep you nice and open till your cunt can’t close” I felt the air going deep into my guts as Michael hefted me up onto my feet. He guided me to a nearby chair and told me to sit on it ass up. “Now boy you still don’t know your body's own limits. Your cunt is made to stretch but your mind might get in the way. So for right now you’re going to keep sniffing on this” he began spraying the soiled jock more before stuffing it in my face “Just remember boy fully empty your lungs then fill them and hold.” He said as I began breathing in. My body started fading away again and i felt something entering my ass as if it were far away. It felt so good I couldn’t help from moaning. “Please Michael” I gasped out as I get a sharp push inside me. “Keep huffing pig boy” said Michael I could only manage a moan in response as I continued to huff. My body kept feeling lighter as my eyes got heavier. All the sensation began to fade away as I passed out.

The next morning I woke up to realize that my suitcase had never made it up to my room and that my clothes that I had left in the bathroom were gone except for my underwear. The underwear however was stained yellow and still wet, I must have wiped up a lot more pee than I thought. As I looked into Michael’s room and saw he was not there. I swallowed the lump in my throat and put the wet pungent underwear on. I felt the middle band push up between my buttchecks and onto my anus. Thoroughly disgusted I went downstairs to try to find my bags. Instead I found Michael in the kitchen. “Morning boy” he hollered at me “well I’ll be damn I see we’re two peas in a pod” he said as he stood up pulling his shorts off revealing a thin stained bit of fabric clearly straining to cover his enormous penis. ”you know I was gonna mention my preference for going around in my underwear today but you beat me to it” ” oh no I’m sorry I just didn’t have any clothes in my room I normally wear them” I said hurriedly “ oh my apologies I was going to bring your bags up to you but didn’t want to wake you, let’s get that bag up for you “ as he brought my bag up to my room I couldn’t help staring at his exposed ass. Even it was tattooed and his anus looked as if it were closer to a vagina, making almost a slit rather than a hole and being slightly open. when we got to my room he held the door open and as I slid by my leg brushed the fabric covering his bulge. The fabric was sticky and slightly wet, leaving a strange residue on my hip. as he set down the bag I went to go get some new clothes when he clasped his massive hand on my shoulder. ”cmon boy let’s go get some breakfast first no need to dirty perfectly good clothes after all it’s just us” unsure of what to do, but scared to offend him I agreed. As we walked back to the kitchen he began with ” so i noticed you’ve been looking at my underwear a lot son” “uh I don’t think so sir, sorry if I have I didn’t mean to” I stumbled over my words, my face flushing red ”no need to be embarrassed boy, it’s perfectly natural to be curious after all you’ve never seen a jock strap before have you” I exhaled in relief thankful that he had not assumed I was ogling him ”no sir I haven’t” I said “what is it” ”well boy it’s a type of underwear made for more active men who can’t have the hindrance of extra cloth” he said “ it only covers what’s absolutely essential” I nodded in understanding as we walked back to the kitchen bar and I saw the stool he had been sitting on with a slight wet stain in the middle. “So would you like me to show you around the property son” he asked after we finished our coffee. “That would be great sir” he proceeded to show me the entire house. There was an attic that he said was just for storage, same with the basement, the entire second floor was bedrooms. The first floor consisted of a living room, kitchen, bar, and study along with a back patio. as he went to open the door outside I asked ”shouldn’t we go put some clothes if we’re going outside” ”nonsense there’s no one for miles round here, only reason I wore those shorts was for your comfort but there’s no need now that I know what you’d prefer” he replied with a slap on my ass. I yelped as he let out a deep chuckle and rubbed the cheek he just slapped. after going outside he pointed out the hot tub and pool. We walked pad a large shed on the way to the lake and I asked what it was for. ”oh that thing, it’s just for working out, I was in there this morning just before you woke up” he said slyly “what all do you have inside it” I asked ”oh you’ll see soon enough boy” When we reached the lake he asked if I’d like to take a dip. I turned it down saying how cold I’d be. ”to the hot tub instead then” he replied As we walked up to the hot tub he pulled the lid off with ease and then pulled his jockstrap off throwing it to the side. ”uh what are you doing sir” I asked ”what’s wrong no harm in skinny dipping, hell I’m not even sure if I own a bathing suit, c’mon boy we both got the same stuff” embarrassed but not wanting to back down I pulled my briefs off and tossed them to the side. “oh maybe I was wrong” he said shaking his massive penis while looking at my tiny one. I was mortified but the he put his arm around me guiding me into the tub “I’m just kidding around boy nothing to be embarrassed about not all men are made to fuck anyway” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, I remembered biology where we learned all men were made to penetrate. ”what do you mean sir” I asked as we sat in the tub he slid closer to me and put his hand on my thigh and said ”well you see boy there’s some things they won’t teach you in school because they don’t want to offend anyone, but there’s two types of men, givers and takers, alphas and betas, doms and subs. There’s a lot of different names but the fact is that some men are born with cocks” as he said this he shook his massive tattooed penis which in the light I could see had a massive ring going through the tip under the foreskin “ and some men have cunts” he reached his hand behind me and stuck a quick finger into my anus. The sudden pressure made me jump and surprisingly moan in both pain and pleasure. ” Now boy it’s the duty of cunts to take care of cocks because men with cock are the only real men. Men with cunts aren’t actually men they’re fags.” He kept his finger in me while he said this and began rubbing sending waves through my body. ”you see in exchange for taking care of real men’s urges fags are given unimaginable pleasure. I’m sure you’ve never liked jerking off much not with a clit that small” he said as he squeezed my penis and balls hard with his other hand. Where I had expected pain however was a strange kind of pleasure. ”from the second I met you I realized you were a fag and last night when you shot my piss into your guts I was sure” I was feeling too much to process what was going on when he quickly pulled his finger out “Now boy you have two choices, either you leave and never come back or you stay and learn to be a good fag” with that I ran out of the hot tub “I’ll be waiting Scott I know you want this” he yelled after me as I ran back to my room.

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

I like telling that I got a good poz cunt / most tops turn to breeding animals and get kinky too

I prefer my btm in the sling. Up to my mood I can play with his nipples or deep kissing or spit on the fag. Or all 3.

I enjoy my bottoms belly down on the bed, legs wide apart with a pillow under his crotch to raise his ass up - great position for rough deep thrusting and balls-deep breeding. On his back, in a sling, cock height - great view of my cock fucking his hole.

I will say there is something inherently hot about being fucked by a top and him speaking in a language you don't understand. I had one of my regular hooded cumdump sessions last year and a Pakistani guy and his mate took turns spitroasting me and both unloaded in my ass, I couldn't understand a word they were saying throughout and it turned me on thinking that they were commenting on how much of a whore I was or the state of my holes. They could have just been talking about the weather tbf.

Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

I spent my whole life slipping out of hetero relationships, some nearly perfect. Ive been with men from a young age but always found myself more attracted to the womans body. In college I was dating a beautiful blonde cheerleader, sex was amazing and she was a free spirit. She asked my biggest fantasy, i said 2 girls at once. She brought a friend, no jealousy, they even sucked my dick together and kissed. Asking her her biggest fantasy however brought me back to a recurring problem in my life. She said she always wanted a bi boyfriend. I asked what she meant, a boyfriend that lets other guys suck his dick? she said, no, a slutty guy that likes guys fucking him and he doesnt care who. My nerves got the best of me, how could she know, i moved 500 miles from home theres no way. Well, i left it alone for a while. One of the places we hung out near campus was a small club and for as long as we were going there, A fem black guy and his group occupied a large booth. They were always there always in that booth. from the first time going he hit on me relentlessly, I usually ignored him, but somehow today i was having a hard time, i kept thinking of my girlfriend watching me getting fucked over and over. I went to the bathroon and Gary followed, he took the stall next to me and leaned over and went mmmm. As i went to zip up and walk away he stepped back, his 8 maybe a bit more uncut dick hanging in the air. My past rushed into my head, my dick swelled in my pants, my mouth watered, my ass tingled. I walked out, grabbed my girlfriend, went back to her place and fucked her twice. It was still early and i couldnt get that dick out of my mind, i asked her about her fantasy, and asked if she wanted to watch her boyfriend or just know he was a slut. Watch. I asked if she wanted to go back out. asked her to dress slutty, she smiled and pulled out fake leather pants and a a tiny skirt, held them up. i told her skirt and I took the pants. i put them on. they were skin tight and she went through her drawers and found a fishnet shirt and gave it to me. she looked and told me i looked fuck hot, gay, but hot. We went back to the club and when we walked in, I thought Garys eyes were going to pop from his head. I winked at him. Almost instantly he was grinding my ass as i danced with my girlfriend. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he said yes, I said she wants to watch. he said fine lets go. We went to his place. we didnt get far and i was on my knees sucking his dick as my girlfriend verbally encouraged. telling me how good i look sucking dick. I wrestled those pants off and he scrambled to his room for lube and a condom. I grabbed the condom, lubed his bare dick and pushed my ass down on it. No condoms, no pulling out. It was his first time barebacking. He told me over and over how good it felt, till he came in me hard. I looked over to see my girlfriend frantically masturbating. I got up, walked over and started fucking her, a minute later i feel gary pushing his dick back in me. i came pretty quick in her pussy as she was cumming. i lifted her legs and went to eating my cum from her pussy as gary finished his second load in me. Now, what seemed like a fun night and maybe a perfect night was the start of the end, i couldnt resist, i kept going back, Gary was fucking me a couple times a week, and pretty soon it wasnt enough. His friends started fucking me too. That wasnt enough, I went to raves and parties, clubs and parks anywhere i could get fucked by more and more men. I wouldnt go home till i was full of cum.. I forgot about my girlfriend, my schoolwork, my job. my life was dick and it didnt take long before i was getting invited over large group gangbangs lots of drugs and cum until i failed out of school, again. I hit the reset button, moved away to start over again.

It was my parents' wedding anniversary and they decided to travel for a second honeymoon. They didn't want to leave me home alone, so they asked Uncle Drew to stay with me. He was my father's younger brother, but he was at least forty. Uncle Drew was bald, furry and tattooed. His body was robust and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew he was gay, but I never had the courage to tell him that I was gay too, because he never really liked me. The day my parents left, he arrived at my house and he was in a foul mood. I knew he didn't want to be there, so I stayed out of his way. When night came, he prepared dinner and asked me to eat with him. “What were you doing in that room all day?” he asked. “I was playing video games, uncle,” I said. "Enough games for today, I cooked, so you'll clean up when we're done eating." “Ok". Uncle Drew got a beer from the fridge and started drinking. I took the empty dishes to the sink and started washing everything while he drank. I was wearing baggy shorts and I noticed that he glanced at my ass every now and then. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No, uncle, I'm gay just like you”, I finally confessed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No sir" He continued drinking and I finished washing the dishes. When I was about to go back to my room, he motioned for me to sit in front of him. The man was a little drunk and I realized that this wasn't his first beer. “Do your parents know you're gay?” he asked. “No, sir,” I said. "And have you had sex with a lot of boys?" "No, uncle, I'm still a virgin" Uncle Drew looked at me like he didn't believe me. But I was really telling the truth, I was still at school and I hadn't had sex with any boys. Once the PE teacher jacked with his finger in my ass, but he hadn't penetrated me. I didn't tell this to my uncle. “When I was your age, I had sex with a lot of guys,” he said. "I'm very shy" “Have you ever been attracted to anyone?” he asked. “I had a massive crush on you when I was younger”, I confessed and felt my cheeks turning red. The man looked at me as if considering what I had said, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his beer. I was disappointed, because I still wanted to lose my virginity with my own uncle. “We're never going to have sex,” he said. "Why not? I'm gay, so are you. I can see you have a hard-on." "Jeremiah, you are my nephew" “So what?” I asked. "My dad doesn't need to know." I put a hand on my uncle's knee and he pushed it away. I could see in the man's eyes that he wanted to fuck me, but he was confused. “You don't know what you're asking for”, he said. “Uncle, please, I want this”, I almost begged. I put my hand back on his knee and he took my hand in his. Instead of pulling away again, Uncle Drew brought my hand to his cock, which was hard under his jeans. Then he said: "You will bitterly regret this, boy".

Fiction Dad gave me the perfect present for my 18th birthday a rucksack with my clothes in it and he shoved me out of the door calling me a dirty little fag. What was I to do cold, wet, hungry and lonely I decided to walk into town through the park, once in the park I got caught short so I went into the public loo’s when in there I could leave groaning I quickly choice the stool next to the noises and to my good fortune there was a hole and I starting looking through, I could make out this hairless black twink getting fucked raw by some big guy with a huge cock, it was too much I took my 7 inch cock out and within a couple of strokes I erupted a huge amount of cum. Still looking through the hole I could see the moment the big fella pulled his cock out of the black twinks pert little butt and orgasmed all over the twinks hole, quickly shoving it back in saying “take my dirty poz load, you cheap whore” when he was done he zipped up and said to the Black twink “here’s $40 enjoy my gift slut” and he left. I sat there real quite hoping that nobody heard me, damn I was still rock hard, quietly I exited and as I did the black twink was waiting outside, he looked at me smiled and said “did you enjoy the show” yes very much I said. Taken by surprise he said do you want to get a drink, I said yes but I have no money I’ve just been kicked out of home, he said no problem you can come back to mine telling me his name was Jay. We got back to his bedsit and Jay got me a coke and we chatted for a while, then he turned the subject to how was I going to make some money and out of the blue he said “look I know this is really forward but we could do a porn shoot together and make some really good money, no pressure, you are gay yes? Are you a top or bottom?” I was really confused and Jay could see it and suddenly said “damn you’re a Virgin” I went bright red “so are you up for it?” I paused and then said yes. Excellent we are sure going to earn if we do this right he said. Jay the said to me that we should take some photo’s so that we could send out to see what offers we both got. Okay I said. Jay then said look lets get your stat’s and post an ad. Oh yes my name Simon or Si Ok Si Status Virgin Neg Height 5ft 4 Weight 125 lbs Butt Smooth (Bubble) Cock Hairless 7 inch (I stopped Jay and said I pubic hair, he said we will take care of it as I would earn more smooth) Body Skinny twink hairless (I guessed that meant my fine blonde hair from my lower legs and armpits would be going) Available for: Breeding, topping, oral, bdsm, watersports That will do said Jay, okay next we need some photo’s we went to his bathroom and he started stripping his clothes off as did I with my back to him. When I turned round he was naked a little taller than me and so lean not an ounce of fat on his body an eight pack stud. Jay’s cock was fully hard and damn was he hung had to be nearly 9 inches with massive smooth lack balls. I was so hard and horny Jay grabbed my and started kissing me almost shot a load there and then. Come on Jay said grabbing the clippers he pushed my arms up and removed the armpit hair on both sides. He then grabbed my cock and started removing my blonde bush. All the time he had my cock in his hands I nearly erupted my second load of the day, Jay then covered me in shaving foam and wet shaved me everywhere, once I was washed off he stood back to admire his work and said damn they are going go crazy for you, lets go and get some photos done. Once back in his bedroom he got me on the bed and then said right kneel down front and he start taking photos for front and back. Then he told be to get on all four turn my head to look back and lick my lips. Okay I know lets put cock rings on it will look great, Jay got two large silver rings and pushed my cock and balls through and did the same to his, our cocks where so hard and redden. More photos then he up loaded the details. Jay kept saying how he desperately he wanted to fuck me, but we had to wait and wait we did. To cut a long story short we selected the best offer from a guy who wanted us for a weeks filming at his pad, and what a pad it was, better still pay of $10k each with a note that we would earn every cent and complete your offer/fetishes in full.... Part 2 to cum

Oh, I have been a cumdump slut this trip!! Feels good. Last night I was back in the city staying a the same hotel. As soon as I got there, I posted on the apps and got ready. It wasn't long and I got hit up by a guy who wanted to fuck me. He wasn't far away, wanted completely anon. I am into that so I got ass up on the bed and put a blindfold on. For some reason I think in a previous trip, maybe a year or two ago he had fucked me. So he enters (pushes my door open). Comes in, you can hear the rustle of clothes, you can hear the clink of the belt and then you feel a cock poking at my hole! its so HOT! He fucked me, lubed me, slapped my ass. He rode me hard, he rode me soft. It was definitely fun. I begged for his load but he said that it takes him a long time to cum. Then all of the sudden, he pulled out and had to go! Now I am sure that he has fucked me before, my guess, his train from the train station was about to leave and he needed to go! It was fun, but a little disappointing. NEXT I got hit up on sniffies by another guy wanting to breed. This time it was not anon, but I like a dark room and to be waiting ass up. He enters, again you hear the rustle of clothes and the belt and the pants/clothes coming off. I don't even turn around. I wait for it!! He knows another guy fucked be but did not cum. He made mention that he could slide into my hole easily. He was having fun, It wasn't too long and he pumped a load into me..... but he wasn't done. He just kept on fucking and using my hole in every direction. I think he was enjoying the lube he just pumped into me. He kept on fucking and before long he blew another load into me. Load # 2 He got dressed and was out the door, I did not even turn around. Number 3 had hit me up earlier and asked if my hole was loaded. At that time I told him no. So I just sent him a message, two loads in!! He was right on it. I think he was waiting for me to have a loaded hole. He was on his way. He again wanted me ass up waiting, my favorite way to be! He came in, again you could hear the familiar clothes coming off. I felt his hands on my ass then a tongue teasing my hole. He wanted to taste the previous person. He rimmed my hole for a little bit. It felt great!! It wasn't too long and he was ready to breed me. He pushed into me (I love it full throttle), and started pumping away. Oh did it feel good..... after a few minutes he completely stopped, you could feel his cock pump a load into me. Load #3 Then he started pumping again. It felt great with more cum as lube, he was pumping away on my sloppy cum hole when he "stopped", you could feel it, Load #4. Then he started fucking me again., This is when I really like it, It gets silky smooth and sloppy, Then he stops.... Load #5, Then he starts pumping again.... OMG, I can feel how wet and wonderful my hole is. This is what I put my ass out there for. Love it filled with cum, Then he stops, Load # 6 was delivered to my hole OMG. Was that great!! I would have loved a few more, I hung out on the apps for a bit but then drifted off to sleep with 6 loads in me..... Thank you Chicago. I will be back very soon!! Denver next week and then at least two more trips to Chicago in the very near future.

I love my bottoms on their back, legs up. Easiest to spread their cheeks, eat their hole and then enter and breed. Love kissing and eye contact while fucking

Hearing stuff like that always gets me hot

Negative bare cumdump here. I have never done drugs. I am not on prep. I will take any load offered. I don’t ask status. I am surprised that I am still testing negative. I just enjoy being a bareback bottom and I love to be bred and seeded.

I don't keep my status a secret. I tend to lean to sites that ask that question and answer it honestly. I rarely have had someone show up in person and suddenly bring that subject up. They've looked at my profile, we've exchanged messages, and I would assume they have read what I posted. Generally, when the subject of barebacking comes up, almost all guys want that and they usually say they are on prep and would prefer not to use condoms. I am still of the opinion that if a guy is super attractive and decides he wants to use a condom, that's fine with me. I am not going to lose out on an opportunity to hook up with an incredibly hot man because they insist on a condom. I know that may not be a popular opinion on this forum but that's how I feel on that subject. Why have sex with someone I am really not interested in just because he will fuck me bb, when I can have sex with someone I find super hot and just wants to use a rubber. To be honest, once things get heated, I barely notice it. Several years back I would host a group of maybe four (or six) at my place, and I had one buddy who would insist on announcing his status to those attending. He said it was for his own legal protection, but normally his announcement was met with a lot of blank stares or rolling of their eyes from those attending. I just believe in being honest and transparent, and like I said they know my status before they walk into the door. I don't sit there and have some kind of "heart to heart' discussion about it, I just get naked and get down to business.

On occassion, I have saved up sperm and frozen it to use on lubin a btm before I mount up. Should probably make an effort to do more cus it is hot.

This reminds me I need to contact my 9.5-inch fat cock equipped fuck buddy to stretch and fill my pussy. He has a friend with a 10". Balls deep he hits the first wall. Feels incredible.

A note about guys with hearing issues: impaired hearing is the most common disability of them all. I am significantly hearing impaired to the point that I wear state of the art, very expensive hearing devices. I have tried to play while wearing them several times, and I’ve damaged or lost several devices to the point that I will no longer play in them. So…. A sixty-nine year old man I’ve been seeing on ocassionally offered a great solution. We each keep our cell phones close and set for large letters and on dictation. Then, if I don’t understand him first or second time, he just shows me his phone. It’s been an almost perfect solution.

Love getting fucked with a Devil's Dick or Cumsicle! I sometimes save up lots of loads to make a really big one like this:

I happened to be messaging a guy on adam4adam for quite some time, when we finally were able to connect. His profile photo only included a picture of his cock, which was beautiful. He stated he was 40 years old. I thought, perfect. He also had the term "total top" and "bareback only" in his profile. Words that are music to my ears. So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door I saw a gentleman who was probably 62 to 65. He was in average shape, pleasant smile so I let him in. My bf at the time, who was going to be part of the deal, looked at me and shook his head as if to say NO. I told our visitor it was fine and we headed back to the bedroom. He inquired if it was okay for us to play, as my bf was not going to be joining us. It was at that time, I came to understand, he was ALMOST DEAF. I had to shout at him in order for him to hear me. He proceeded to drop his pants, I laid on my back, and he slid that beautiful hard cock in me, and "went to town", so to speak. He shot his load and I have to admit he was smiling, confident, and very good at what he was doing. We took about a five minute break, and he had to SHOUT AT ME that he was recently retired from the Post Office after 35 years of employment and was working on his new home here in Florida. He had moved from somewhere in the mid-west and apologized for our multiple messages as he never changed his location on the hook up site, so many times I believe he was still in Wisconsin or Michigan or somewhere up there. Then, out of nowhere, he motioned to me to get on "all fours" and he proceeded to fuck me again. Again, he was really good and after a few enjoyable minutes, he shot a second load. He stayed for maybe 15 minutes, we SHOUTED some more at each other, and he did apologize about his hearing loss, I told him it was fine. I didn't give him any grief about saying he was 40, he was better than many 40 year old guys I have had sex with. He shot a load twice, something most guys won't do or hang around long enough to accomplish. I told him he was welcome to come back, he did say he had some reservations about my bf not wanting to participate and he felt somewhat uncomfortable. I told him I would be glad to come over to his place, and that made him happy. Normally, I would have had declined once I opened the door. For whatever reason, I made the decision to invite him in, and try to figure out why he said he was 40 and if that cock pic was indeed a picture of his own. He wasn't close to 60, he was closer to 65. But it didn't matter in the long run. So if you are reluctant to hook up with someone over 50, over 60, there are many guys who are worth your time. This was one of those instances.

Divorced here and love all the man sex I can get!

The owner walked up to my car as I got out and spoke in a booming southern drawl. ”Hi there son, I’m Michael, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he grasped my hand with his, which was nearly twice the size, and shock it send shockwaves through me. ”Hi I’m Scott” I mumbled meekly. I always thought I was well spoken but in this moment my voice failed me. I stared at him as if he were an entirely different species. With his chest in my face I couldn’t help but smell him, though based off how pungent he was I probably could have done the same a mile away. I did my best not to gag and managed a weak smile. ”You need any help with your bags boy” he spoke with a grin. “no sir, I think I got it” ”nonsense a cute little boy like you can’t possibly carry everything you brought, unless you planed on going natural during your time here” he said with a sly smile ” no sir, I mean I do plan on wearing clothes here” I stumbled through my words. I hadn’t been this embarrassed since freshman year of college when everyone on my floor found out that not only could I barely grow body hair, but that my penis was a measly three inches when hard, though at least it was about the same soft. “ and I packed them” I added hastily. Michael just chuckled as he pulled my bags out of the car and brought them in the cabin. when we got inside he put the bags down and offered me a drink. ”you want a beer or something stronger” he said assertively ”something strong” I replied, needing to get my mind off everything He poured us both glasses of whiskey and led me into a living room. He asked me a bit about my job and was surprised by my young age. I began asking him about the property while holding my whiskey close to my face to cover up his odor, which somehow made it across the room. ”so what’s the sleeping situation like” I asked “ there’s sixteen rooms all with full beds but every two rooms share a bathroom” he replied “I know it can be strange but believe me it ain’t nearly as strange as the plumbing would be with sixteen personal bathrooms” I chuckled in response beginning to feel the whiskey and my exhaustion more strongly while I continued asking questions. ”how many cabins are on the lake” “ about twenty most of us know each other but I’m the only one that lives here year round so I help out” he said “ ain’t nobody else on the lake right now but some people like to make spontaneous trips” By now I was three glasses in and I really started to feel it ”ha ha” Michael chuckled “ looks like you’ve just about had your fill boy seems like it’s time to hit the hay” I just nodded and tried to stand up but stumbled a bit as Michael caught me he felt warm and slightly sticky. ” Alright boy I’ll show you up to your room, don’t worry you’re just up the stairs right next to me” he said as he guided me up the stairs his sticky smell nauseating me. when we finally made it up to my room he put me down on the bed and walked through a side door that I assumed led to his room. I promptly passed out only waking up a few hours later. I woke up in a sweat and was suddenly disgusted as I realized not only had I slept in my day clothes but that they reeked of both Michael and my sweat. As I got up I knew I needed to use the bathroom and shower but was unsure of where they were. I looked over to the door that Michael had left through and saw it was the bathroom, we must have adjoining rooms. As I looked through the door I saw Michael’s figure and heard a strong spray, almost like a power washer. I also saw that Michael was completely naked, wait no there was a strange band around his waist that connected to two other band on each side of his insanely hairy ass. The flow stopped as he shook the last drops off and turned around. Thats when I saw his massive penis, at least 8 inches long, sprouting out of a dense brown bush. His foreskin was heavy on the front of his cock and seemed to be stretched around something that glinted in the moonlight. He heaved the massive shaft up into a small piece of fabric that was connected to the band at his waist and walked back into his room. I could feel the heat in my face as I went to the bathroom. I noticed as I got to the toilet that not only had he not flushed but the seat was covered in his urine as well. I looked for toilet paper to wipe the seat down but found none. I was scared to wake Michael if I made too much noise so instead I took my clothes off and used my underwear to dry the seat. As I used the toilet I had to resist the urge to gag each time his warm urine splashed my hole. Once I had finished I remembered the lack of toilet paper an noticed instead a strange nozzle connected to the toilet. I realized it was a form of douche that I had seen while shopping for a bidet. I remembered I had read about how to use it and inserted it into my butthole. It felt strange it first but was kind of pleasant. As I looked down however I realized that all the liquid from the bowl had gone and realized that my guts were currently full of Michael’s urine. Horrified i pushed out with all my might then ran straight to the shower. the shower was abnormally large and had a series of attachments on the wall, all of which I ignored instead immediately turning the first knob. As I was getting wet I realized that I hadn’t gotten the soap from my bag, thankfully there was shampoo in the shower. It was somewhat strange for a bald man to have shampoo and I didn’t think he was hairy enough to use it on his whole body. After I shampooed I tried to use it in place of body wash but noticed I had finished the bottle with my hair. After exiting the shower I saw there were no towels in the bathroom either. I began to wonder if he really lived here as I got into my bed wet and naked.

This is a true story of the first time a man fucked me and changed my life. I had had a curiosity about having sex with men for many years before this happened. My perversion and lust is the cause for this life altering interaction, of which I have no regrets; only a longing to dive deeper and deeper into depravity. Masterbating to the thoughts of sucking a man's cock and possibly knowing what it felt like to be fucked as a woman would be was no longer good enough. I wanted to try sucking cock very badly. I was really only turned on by women and transsexuals. A woman's cock would have been preferred yet unlikely attainable. The desire to have a cock down my throat was much too strong so I placed a Craigslist ad in search of a man who I could suck off. It didn't take long before I was exchanging messages with a man much older than myself; I was maybe 22 or 23 he was 48. After some emails had been exchanged we spoke on an instant messenger. I expressed my desire to be fucked by men but afraid to actually do it. Fearing that it would hurt or worse, that it meant that I was gay. He suggested that I start by just sucking cock and after I've had a load shot down my throat I would know if I really wanted to be fucked by men. His logic made sense and I agreed to leave immediately to meet him. He lived 30-40 minutes away and for reasons I didn't understand I felt obligated to get to him as quickly as possible. We agreed that we'd only try oral since I was too timid to commit to penetration and I left. Upon arriving he met me outside on his porch as he was letting his dog out. He instructed me to wait on the porch with him so his neighbors could see me. When the dog finished he made his way inside with his dog and told me to wait while he locked the dog up. I did as I was told. The door reopen and he told me to strip down fully naked and follow him on all fours if I wanted to be allowed in. This surprised me and I tried to resist the request, to which he replied, "I won't wait long" and began closing the door. Immediately I said, "no please" and began undressing. I crawled on all fours into his home, following him to his living room where he sat down pulled out his cock and said, "put this in your mouth." Eagerly I approached his cock and put it in my mouth and started to suck. It was instantly obvious to me that I really liked what was happening! I wanted his cock all the way down my throat and I didn't care if I could breathe. I had been sucking his cock and on his balls for 10 to 15 minutes, all while on my knees still from the floor which was wood. He asked if I'd like to be more comfortable to which I happily said yes. He told me to follow him to the bedroom and that I could stand up and walk now. I followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom towards his bed. I remember feeling very nervous but I wanted to keep sucking his cock. As we got close to the bed he fell behind me, put his arm around my neck and threw me on the bed. He pulled my ass up an placed his cock against my hole and told me to push myself onto him. At this point I was really scared but didn't know what to do so I listened. I did as he said gyrating and rocking my ass onto his cock. It didn't take long before I felt his cock head breach my anus, followed by him fully forcing the rest of his cock inside of me as he told me not to scream. He got really into it when I realized he didn't put on a condom and I got really scared again but once again felt obligated at this point to let him do as he wished. He came inside of me which caused my cock to explode out of sheer excitement. He told me to get dressed and leave, as he was done with me. I drove home wondering what had happened and why I let it happen without any objection. I remember leaving that man's cum inside my guts until the next morning. Ever since this happened I long for men who will use me, hurt me, force and control me. I want to be raped again. Over and over. I want to serve a Master and become his property.

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.

just updating 😅

Filled with loads

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

I met a really fit blond Scottish guy on Hampstead Heath one night. He suggested we go back to his place, which was the other side of London. Ordinarily, I would have said no - there’s always plenty of other catches to be had down the Heath. But the blond hair and Scottish accent swayed me. I followed in my car for an eternity, got to his and then struggled to find a parking space. Anyway, we eventually get to his bedroom and start shagging. Then he stopped and asked me to give him a few minutes. He eventually came back dressed as a schoolboy. Little cap, short trousers, the whole look. He said all he wanted us to do was for me to spank him with a wooden ruler. Then his flatmate came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked like Kathy Burke in Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (Google her if you don’t know) and asked if she could watch! I drove halfway across bloody London at 2am for that.

PART 3 (this part might be the last one, but if you guys want more, I can try to write) I woke up to Uncle Drew slapping me across the face. I felt a huge pain in my ass and realized that he took advantage of my fainting to put his entire cock inside me, balls deep. “Wake up, boy,” he said. “It's really hurting, take it out”, I asked. “You teased me, now you'll have to take it”, the man replied. "And you better not pass out again because I want to hear your screams while I fuck you." “I don't want this anymore,” I tried to argue. "I said there was no turning back." Tears were falling from my eyes; I was in a lot of pain and I was feeling humiliated. My own uncle was raping me, that couldn't be true. I was the one who asked him to have sex with me, but that had gone too far. I couldn't take it. “So fucking tight,” he said. Then Uncle Drew started moving inside me. He pulled out almost his entire cock and I felt relief, but then he entered me again with one quick movement. I screamed out of pain and he laughed. “I thought I would treat you differently because you are part of the family,” he said. "But I'm going to give you the same gift I give to every little fag I fuck." “Uncle, please”. "Jeremiah, my DNA will be a part of you forever when I dump my charged load inside of you." I had no idea what he was talking about, I just felt the pain. He hit hard and deep. When I started to get used to it, I realized that his strokes hit my prostate and that made my own dick get hard. “You're starting to enjoy being fucked by your uncle,” he said. “It still hurts,” I complained. "You'll like it when the sweet venom of the scorpion is inside you." Uncle Drew started a hip movement very slowly, not taking his hairy chest off of my back and his mouth off of my ear. Between kisses and bites, he kept calling me a faggot with tight ass, my uncle's bitch with a hot ass, a cock swallower and a bitch in heat. “Do you want this toxic cum up your ass?” he asked then. "Yes, uncle, I do". The movement started to intensify and my body started to react as the pain lessened and the pleasure increased. So that was when he finally lifted his chest and braced the mattress with his arms to fuck me hard. I just reared my ass, forcing it against his body, and so the movements repeated faster and faster. Uncle Drew was pitching his body forward and I threw my ass back, making a loud noise. The pace was increasingly frantic and strong. “I'm going to fill your hole with cum, I'm going to breed you”, he said. Uncle Drew made a roar sound and collapsed onto my back. His cock throbbed; his body shook. I felt a hot liquid inside me and I knew he had cum. My ass was being flooded with jets and jets of spur. “Take my seed, you fucking fag,” he said. Now it was my uncle's body that didn't respond, he was completely limp on top of me, moaning, howling with pleasure. I swayed and pushed my body against his, wanting him to enter me even more, making sure my ass wouldn't lose even a drop of his precious seed. After all, that had been pretty good, even with the violence. “I said you would regret it,” he said then. “I don’t. Even though it hurt a lot, I liked that you were the one who took my virginity.” “You'll regret it now that I'm going to tell you the truth,” he said. “I am HIV positive and I am not taking my medications. The load I put deep in your hole is full of viruses. And right now, my viruses are invading your bloodstream and taking over your body. I scratched you a lot before, so they would find the easy way in.” “Why did you do that?”, I asked with wide eyes, I was scared. “You asked for it, now it's too late. I'm going to fuck you and dump my toxic cum in you every day until your parents get back from their trip. By the end of this week, you'll have become the cumdump you were meant to be. It's no use crying, Jeremiah, it's too late for that.” Then Uncle Drew slapped my ass hard, laughed, and walked out of my room. What had I gotten myself into?

PART 2 “I always wanted to know the size of your dick, I figured at least eight inches,” I said as I ran my hand over my uncle's pants. “Try ten,” he replied. I widened my eyes and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard as iron. That cock was drooling and very wet with pre cum. “Suck that cock,” my uncle ordered. I knelt on the floor in front of him and licked his glans. Uncle Drew tasted good in my mouth. As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, he took off the white t-shirt he wore. So I could see his hairy belly and his tattoos. He had a scorpion on the left side and a biohazard symbol on the right side. “I always liked your tattoos, uncle,” I said. “Talk less and suck more,” he said. His cock was really big and I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth. Uncle Drew had his eyes closed and his muscular arms were behind his head. “I think you are becoming my favorite nephew,” he said. I continued sucking until my mouth ached, but he didn't cum. Every now and then Uncle Drew would slap me hard across the face, but I kind of liked it. He wanted to make me understand that he was the real man there, while I was just a little bitch ready to serve. “I want to fuck you in your bed,” he said. My uncle got up and went to my room. I ran after him, desperate to please this man who had been a part of my dreams since I was a child. “Take off your clothes and get in bed on all fours,” he ordered. I was nervous, but I took off my shirt and the shorts I was wearing. I had a jockstrap underneath because I had been exercising earlier. When he saw that, he told me not to take the jock off, because he liked it. I climbed into bed wearing only socks and the white jockstrap. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but then I felt something hot and wet on my ass. Uncle Drew was sticking his tongue inside me and it felt really good. I started moaning as he tongue-fucked me, that was the best thing I had ever felt. “You're tight,” he said. I only managed to moan in response. “I'll leave a gap in you when I'm done,” he decreed. Uncle Drew then put a finger inside me and it felt really good. Then I felt a second finger enter me and it started to hurt a little because he scratched me with his nails, but I took it in silence. The man positioned himself behind me and started rubbing the head of his cock in my hole. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. "Yes, uncle, fuck me, please." "There's no going back." "I know, I want you to fuck me hard." “You're really going to regret what you're doing,” Uncle Drew warned me. Then he started to force the head of his cock into my hole. That was really big, but then it came in with a pop noise. And that was when I fainted from the pain I felt.

Hello gentlemen, I know it takes me some time to get chapters out, and I have multiple stories going on at once, but I have so much twisted shit in my head, that I just want to get it out there for you to enjoy! Plus, I don't have a computer, so I do this all on my phone. It takes about 3 hours or more to write a chapter this way. If I had a laptop, I could pound it out (ha-ha, I said pound it out) in probably an hour, so there's that. I do want to take a moment and thank everyone who enjoys my stories. I'm not a social media whore, (I don't have a single social media account, not even facebook) so I don't live to get likes. That being said, I do appreciate those of you who like or comment. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Now on to the next chapter, enjoy. Part 3 Colt collapsed on top of me, our bodies drenched in sweat and smelling like a couple of Broncos that had been ridden hard, which I guess we were. I was starting to come down from the sex high and thought I would feel shame about what had just happened. But I didn't. I felt wonderful. Being here with Colt like this felt like the most natural thing ever. I couldn't believe it, I was fucking gay too! I had never thought about men sexually before, and now here I was, underneath my best friend, his cock still buried in my cum filled ass. I continued to cling to him tightly as he started kissing me again. I just gave myself over to him. Eventually he pulled out of my ass, and I felt empty. He rolled over and grabbed the bong, drawing a big hit before he passed it to me. "How do you feel?" He asked me. "Any regrets?" "No." I replied as I exhaled the weed. "I honestly feel really good about what just happened. I can't believe it. I never thought I was gay." "Good." He replied as he pulled me under his arm. "Cause I want to do this lots with you." He said as he kissed me. "I want to explore everything with you." "So, are we like boyfriends now?" I asked as I snuggled into him. God, I can't believe what a girl I just sounded like. "We can be whatever we want." He replied, nuzzling my neck. "We don't have to be anyone's idea of what we should be. We can make our own rules." I thought about this for a second before I asked him, "What does that mean exactly? Our own rules?" "Look baby." He started, looking into my eyes. "I love you. I mean that, I do. But I have to be totally honest here. I can't do the monogamy thing." "So, I have to share you?" I asked. "Don't be a little bitch." He said as he kissed me. He took my hand and placed it on his chest as he looked into my eyes. "You have my heart, you always will. But I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not anymore. It wouldn't be fair to either of us." I pondered this as I hit the bong again. "Besides," he continued as he nibbled my ear, "Didn't you find it hot when you were watching me? Admit it, you did. You liked watching me get fucked." I didn't respond right away and Colt started fingering my cum filled hole. I moaned as he pulled his cum covered finger out of me and licked it. "Yea you did." He continued as he put his finger back in me. "You liked watching. Come on baby, tell me you did. Tell me you liked to watch me take cock." I moaned as he put a second finger in me. "Yes Colt." I finally admitted as I fell further under his spell. "I loved watching you get fucked." "See, I knew it." He said, moving his head between my legs. He pushed my knees back, exposing my hairless pink asshole. "Mmmm. Your pussy is so pretty." He said as he licked it. A new jolt of electricity flew through my body at this new sensation, and I groaned. "We're gonna have so much fun together baby." He moaned as he licked my hole. I gripped the sheets in my fist as he planted his lips on my asshole and started sucking on it. "Do you wanna be my little slut?" He panted in between sucking and tounging my hole. "Do you wanna take cock for me? Do you wanna make your brother very happy?" "Oh god yes Colt." I moaned, lost in the intense erotic feeling of having my ass eaten for the first time. "I'll do anything for you." Colt crawled up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the muskiness of my ass on his lips, and it made my dick throb. "Good boy. That's what I want to hear. Now, suck my cock." Colt rolled on his back and I moved down to his hard dick. I took ahold of it in my hands for the first time and marveled at how I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. I couldn't believe I had taken that whole thing in my ass on the first try. In fact, there was slime on it, but I didn't care. Colt wanted me to suck his dick, and that's what I was going to do. I would do anything to make him happy. I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could and slid it over his head. I lightly sucked it at first, enjoying the spongeness of his fat mushroom head. I took more of it into my mouth, gagging when I got to about 4 inches. "Here, hit this." He said holding the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits as the rush went through my body. He placed his hands on my head and pushed it down a little. "Relax your throat." He told me as he pushed more. I did and a little more cock slid into me before I started gagging again. I pulled off and gasped for some air. "You're doing good." He encouraged me. "I don't expect you to take it all on your first try. We'll train your throat to take my monster." I smiled at him as I took him back in mouth. I worked his cock in my mouth as good as I could while he fed me hits and continued to encourage me. Soon, I was able to get his fat head just past my tonsils, but that was as far as I was able to go. "Yea baby, you look so good with my dick in your mouth." He growled. "You got your brothers big dick in your cocksucking mouth and it's so hot! Come on, show me what a cocksucker you are. Oh yea, we're gonna get you to take cock all the way in both your holes. You're gonna be my little cock slut. Taking cock to make me happy." I don't exactly know why, but the degrading way he was talking to me was turning me on more. I started sucking his dick harder as I also jerked on it with my hand. "Oh fuck yea. Show me what a little cum slut you are. Suck your brother's cock. You want my cum baby, huh? Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Come on, tell me you wanna eat my cum. Tell me you want to swallow your brother's load!" I pulled off his cock and looked him in the eyes, his beautiful green eyes. "Yea I want your cum." I panted as I continued to jerk his fat cock. "I wanna eat your load bro. Give it to me." "Then get your slutty little mouth back on my cock, bitch!" He ordered me. I dove back on it as he placed his hands on my head. He started thrusting up with his hips as he held my head. "Oh fuck yea! Suck my cock you fucking slut! I'm getting close baby. I'm gonna shoot in your mouth! Are you gonna eat your brother's cum? Are you ready bitch? Cause here's it comes! Eat my fucking load you cocksucker!" Then he shot off. The first shot hit me right in the back of the throat and I choked on it. I pulled back a little bit as shot after shot filled up my mouth. Soon it was full of his big load. I had no choice but to pull off his cock and swallow before I drowned. As his big load slid down my throat, I dove back on his cock as it was still cumming and I wanted every drop of him inside me. "Oh yea. Eat all my cum, bitch. I knew you were cock and cum hungry slut! Aren't you?" "Uh-huh." I nodded and mumbled around his cock. "Come on, look at me and say it. Say you're a cock and cum hungry slut! Say you're MY cock and cum hungry slut!" I pulled off of his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Yes Colt! I'm your cock and cum hungry slut!" He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth. He kissed me as my hard cock pressed against him. "Oh god your mouth tastes so good when it's had my cum in it!" He whispered. "Fuck me Austin. Fuck your brother! I need your cock in me!" I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. Now it was my turn! "Look at me!" I ordered him. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes. I lined up my cock and slammed it into his hole. Colt's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a, "Fuuuuuuuuccccckkk yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" Without even pausing, I started to fuck Colt hard, slamming myself into him. His ass was like no pussy I had ever felt. It was so hot and tight. "Now whose the slut?" I barked at him. "Huh? Whose the little bitch now? Whose the little cock slut?" "I am baby! Oh yea, I'm a fucking cock slut bitch! Give it to me! Fuck me Austin, FUCK ME!" "That's right bitch!" I said. "Open your mouth!" And he did. I spit in it a couple of times. "Now swallow that, slut!" I ordered him. He did, and as he did I grabbed one of his big ole size 14 feet and pressed it into my face without even thinking about it. I started licking his foot as I pounded his ass. I licked his sole and bit his arch as he moaned beneath me. I stuck his toes in my mouth and sucked on them and his eyes rolled back in his head again. "You're a little whore, aren't you?" I hissed. "You're a little cock loving faggot whore! Tell me that! Tell me your MY little cock loving faggot whore!" "Oh my god yes! I'm your cock loving faggot whore. Oh god, fuck me Austin! Fuck me, fuck me FUCK ME! I'm your whore!" When he said that, I threw my head back and buried myself into him as I flooded his guts with my cum. "Oh yea you little cumdump whore. Take my load in your slutty pussy!" I groaned as my body shook in orgasmic ecstasy. When I had deposited the last of my load into him, I collapsed onto his chest, his beautiful, rock hard sweaty chest. He grabbed my head and started kissing me. This time, it was his legs that wrapped around me, holding me tight into him. "I love you so much, Austin." He whispered. "I love you too, you little slut." I whispered back.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.

What are the weirdest requests you've had from a guy before they'll hook up with you? Okay so I'm an anon cumdump and my modus operandi is door unlocked, me on all fours on the bed, hooded/blindfolded, taking all cummers. As I'm sure many of you know, this "no nonsense" approach to hookups is actually insanely complicated so, after a 6 hour session last night where I only managed to get 8 loads in me because of a lot of guys with very specific needs or just plain timewasters, I thought I'd have a bit of a rant about the complications usually encountered and some of the bizarre special requests/mandatory requirements guys have given me before they'll come over. I'm literally just wanting them to come in, fuck me, leave, and yet it requires half an hour of chatting and answering questions before they'll come, or they'll just block me after an obvious wank. Here are mine so far in rough order of insanity. - Would only fuck me if I was wearing football socks. - Wanted to kiss me but only if I hadn't brushed my teeth. - Only if I was wearing a cumstained jock. - That I leave out some dirty underwear for him to sniff. - Only if I was totally silent throughout. - That I called him daddy when he was actually 15 years younger than me. - That I wear his rubber biohazard jock as he fucked me even though I was on prep and so was he. - Only if I had specifically 3 loads in me already. - That there was a dining room chair in the room. I'm not sure why as from what I heard it was never used or touched. - That there was a used condom on the side for him to drink or pour into me when he arrived (they didn't understand how tough it is for a guy that let's anyone breed them raw to find a condom nevermind a used one). - That I had my biggest toy in me already when he came in (he was a bit shocked when he saw the size and probably felt a bit small). - That he could walk in on another guy fucking me and pretend he was my bf. - That he could hide in another room and listen as a different guy fucked me. - The opposite where he needed to know someone was listening as he fucked me (sadly I could never coordinate the above three guys) - That I have at least one untreated STI. - That I had -specifically- a Pakistani guy's load in me. For this I tried to facilitate it but ended up just lying and saying the guy before him was Pakistani (when you're blindfolded and don't ask for pics it's kinda tough to do this kinda thing). So yeah there's probably more but those are the ones off the top of my head. How about yours? Or alternatively what's the weirdest request you've made of a guy? Also there is nothing more annoying than you telling someone on an app that you're putting the blindfold on and to just come in. Only to wait 5 minutes, no sign of him, check your phone and find "Are you sure?" "Hey you there?" "Can I come in?" messages from him. Gah.

Not TOO much to brag about.. But blowing three men in one night is probably my best daily take in a while.. I feel happy heh

incredibly hot story , epic

I used to have sex with my brother's best friend regularly. He was beautifully hung, constantly horny and LOVED to fuck. Always believed he was straight side of bi, just seemed addicted to getting his dick wet lol. 25 years later still married to the girl he met in college and and now has 2 kids that are in college now.

Back in the day, like 25 years ago, truckers used to flash their lights if you walked by and they were interested. That was long before smartphones so I’m not sure if it’s still a thing.

Lovely ass to eat and fuck.

Thanks for making that point. Yet one more example of how destructive the European presence was upon the Indigenous Americans. I reckon I need to read more re: the Native American belief-system(s).

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.

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

No, never. However, my usual sex venue is the local bathhouse. Everyone is there for the same thing. No condoms, no discussion.

I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.

Love busted, sloppy holes. So much easier to slide into and fuck. I get much harder and hornier knowing that I'm fucking some hot, nasty slut.

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.