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After a bad break up years ago, I wasn't interested in a boyfriend or in sex involving any kind of a commitment. But I was horny, and needed an outlet, so I asked a neighbor/friend "Bob" if he'd be willing to act as a wingman for me and pass me around a popular basement sex bar in Chicago. We agreed, of course, bareback only, that Bob would solicit tops in the bar choosing anyone he liked, and bring them to breed me no load refused. The night came. I was cleaned out and pre-lubed. I wore only a jock and boots. In the boots I carried poppers and lube. The basement play area began filling up and became cruisy. Within the first 30-40 minutes Bob brought the first top to my ass. Off on the side of the room I bent over, and took a hit of poppers as the guy opened his fly taking out bis big dick. I took his hard dick into my ready ass. He was taller than me, a bit older, and solidly built. He grasped my hips, thrusted into me, fully occupied my ass with his dick, and used me for his pleasure. Other guys watched as he fucked me bareback. I was hot, horny, and eager, for his hot load. After a few moments he thew his head to the side and with a long, loud, cry out, he blew his load into my ass thrusting in several deep shots. When he finished, he stayed in me for a moment to catch his breath. Then he slid out, zipped up, and quietly walked away leaving me standing with his load in my ass and wet around my hole. Shortly after Bob brought the second top to my ass. I don’t remember anything about him other than he appeared younger than me, was about my height, and he pulled a huge hard out of his pants. As instructed I bent over and took him into my pre-loaded ass. He grabbed my hips, slid into me, and started fucking me using the first guy’s load as lube. In moments he bred me with a load deep in me. The second load within the first hour! And on it went. Over the next three hours or so I took five loads standing around the play space. Older, younger, bigger, smaller. I didn't know anyone. Men used my ass for their pleasure breeding their seeds deep inside me making my ass drippy with cum. Then one of the slings opened up. “Get in” Bob told me, “And put this on!” He handed me a blindfold. Bob helped me into the sling, my legs went up into the stirrups, I put on the blindfold, and waited. Bob eventually brought the sixth person between my legs. The guy slid his big solid dick into my ass and slowly began fucking me. The sensation was monster hot, I’d never before been fucked in a sling so the sensation was incredibly new! Blindfolded I couldn’t see him. I focused on the sheer sexuality of the situation. After a few moments he sped up fucking me and I knew he would soon breed me. When he did he thrusted deep and cried out from the base of his gut. He thrusted several times as his load blew into me. When he finished I heard his voice for the first time. He turned to speak to someone beside him breathlessly speaking in Spanish. HOT! I thought, smiling as I stayed blindfolded and ready in the sling. The first man backed away and immediately (I think the man to whom he spoke) stepped from around my left leg to then enter my well lubed ass. With all that cum in me the now seventh man slowly fucked me for a few minutes. But then he slowly stopped fucking and walked away. I don’t think he came but I’m not sure. A bit later Bob told me the bar was winding down so the fun was over. I removed the blindfold and Bob helped me out of the sling. In about four hours, with Bob’s help, I’d taken at least six loads. That was the hottest sexual experience I’d ever before had, and I’d taken the most loads I ever had in one night! I was grateful! Afterwords, I gave Bob a generous thank you gift. I’d have loved to do that again with him, but Bob moved to Tennessee about two months later and sadly we lost contact. Someday I’d love to again be used up in a bar and exceed my maximum of six loads in one night! Memories!

A good bottom will: Be Cleaned out Be Willing and ready to be seeded Be Not too tight - if he’s got a super tight asshole he will stretch it open with a butt plug before being fucked will immediately spread his legs and present his holes for my cock will obey my orders Will push back each time I thrust into his hole Will moan with pleasure while I’m fucking him Will compliment my cock while I’m riding his asshole Will beg me to pump my sperm deep inside his ass will thank me for breeding him Will keep my seed in his chute after I’ve loaded him

Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.

1. You say "most insurance companies pay for these (ie PrEP) nowadays", but guess what: if they pay for PrEP, they're paying for HIV treatment meds, too. They may prefer PrEP over treatment because it saves money over the long haul, but that doesn't mean the same entity isn't paying for both. It's not like all the cost of HIV treatment gets shifted to the government - certainly not in the U.S., at least. In fact, typically, whether it's an employer plan, an individual private insurance plan, Medicare/Medicaid/VA/other govt. plan, or what have you: the same entity that would cover your PrEP will cover your HIV treatment. The plan may prefer (as noted) that people get on PrEP rather than get infected and need treatment, but getting HIV doesn't mean that it's going to be a burden on taxpayers. For several years I had an individual insurance plan for which *I* paid, out of pocket, 100% of the premiums, and now I'm on my partner's company plan as a domestic partner, which they offer. Neither one of those options cost "the taxpayers" a fucking dime. 2. Here in the US, even with the Affordable Care Act, there's a tier of people who make too much for traditional Medicaid (govt health plans for the poor) but not enough to qualify for a subsidy on the ACA exchanges for a plan. Part of the ACA is an "Expanded Medicaid" plan to cover those people, but the courts here ruled that because Medicaid is a cost shared between the federal and state governments, the feds can't mandate that a state participate. As a result, 13 states (at last count) still refuse to participate in Expanded Medicaid, meaning people in those states who make less than the poverty wage can't get a subsidy on the exchange nor can they qualify for traditional Medicaid. They have NO insurance, because when you make less than $15,000 as a single person, there isn't an individual plan out there you can afford. So at least here in the US, while the uninsured rate is the lowest it's been in decades, it's still almost 8 percent, or more than 25 MILLION people with zero health insurance coverage. 3. Prevention sometimes fails. Some people brought up in restrictive circumstances don't know about prevention. Some people don't even know they might be at risk because sex education in this country largely sucks - it's left up to local school systems, many of which are run by highly conservative, religious people who don't want kids to be taught the facts. Some people are going to get infected no matter how much "prevention" is preached. 4. Lots of things are preventable. Heart disease is heavily influenced by factors like diet, exercise, and smoking. Are you prepared to tell people we won't treat them for a heart attack because we all know how to reduce the risks for that? Are you going to be making exceptions for people with a genetic disposition towards heart issues, and are you going to spend the millions of dollars it would take to screen every heart attack patient to determine whether they're one of the lucky "deserving" ones or one of the "too bad, hope all those hamburgers tasted good, you're on your own" unlucky ones? This whole idea smacks of who "deserves" health care and who doesn't. That, to me, is a nasty way to look at the world.

Just one chapter this time. Fiction. ------- I'm Jay. Not many people know I'm gay - well, actually I don't think anyone knows I'm gay. I'm 18 and in my fourth year of senior highschool and maybe people see me as a bit geeky since I am playing in the school band. Also, since I'm a mix of Dutch and Indonesian, I have the genes that make my skin a bit darker, and I am not so tall, and I have a swimmer's build. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see myself and I don't know if I like it. I think I'm too thin, but yeah, my muscles are well defined anyway. "Jay, we're going on a tour!" - That's Fred. His real name is Fredericius, so we all call him Fred. He's a tall, but also big guy. And not big in muscles. He's got a big ass, a belly, and a bit of a round, smiling face and a mop of reddish hair up top. He's always friendly to people. He's also my total crush. Yeah, look, I'm into big guys. Belly, ass, tits... Not really bears, per se, I rather love smooth big guys. And from after our PT classes in the showers, I know Fred is smooth, has some freckles all over his body, big nipples, and a lovely quite big dick with red pubic hair. I've wanked my cock raw thinking about him, sucking his cock and tits... him fucking me into a mattress. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm not only gay, but I'm also the utmost bottom, I love getting fucked raw by hot cocks. I've been crushing on Fred for the past three years, from the moment I saw him in the band. He's on the bass drum, and I'm playing trombone. I'm usually right behind him in the marching order, and I get to see his ass all the time, which in the quite tight band uniform is a bloody distraction. All I can think of, and have been able to think of is how it's going to feel eating that ass... him sitting on top of me... but I digress. "Oh, we are? Where are we going?" He shows me the email on his phone. OK, so bus tour to a few cities around here in Europe. Cool. The email states that unfortunately we'll all have to share rooms, due to the cost. And at a point it'll be a youth hostel dormitory. Great. --- We've been bussing around now for a couple of days. This night we have the luxury of a hotel, and our band master is handing out the keys and pairing people up. He gives Fred a key and says "Fred and Jay". My heart jumps. Fred looks at me and smiles, saying "Let's go up". We enter our room and ... it's small. A typical small hotel room with - a single double bed. My face goes tomato red immediately. "Well" says Fred, at least it'll be cozy" chuckling a bit nervously. I have prepared for this. In fact, I have actually found some G that I've put in my special water bottle, so I can get over my inhibition and maybe invite him to at least a suck off. I put it up on the dresser and we go for dinner, coming back after a couple of hours, quite tired. He undresses right in front of me, as he has done so many times before in PT class. I... try not to look at him. Seeing him in his boxers... his hot big body in front of me... Fuck. My dick is getting hard! I rush into the bathroom and try to think of whatever while I brush my teeth. Dick goes down after a little while, thank god, and now it fits in my quite small briefs. When I get out, a few minutes later, Fred says "I hope you don't mind, I finished the water you had. What was it, vitamin water? It tasted a bit off" I just looked at him with big eyes. "You drank it all?" "Yeah, sorry, I'll buy some for you tomorrow". Oh, shit... wow. I'm sort of getting hard again and a bit worried over how much he got. But he's a big guy... He looks at me a bit funny, but goes in to brush his teeth, and I slip under the cover of the bed. When he comes out again, he comes straight to bed, and says "Whoa, I'm a bit more tired than I thought", shuts the light off and lies down on the bed and falls promptly asleep. All I can think of now, is him being in the same bed as I am. I am now getting horribly hard. My cock is fucking poking out of my briefs, and it's also pumping pre-cum like crazy. And I'm not even touching it... I look over at Fred, he's on his back, snoring very lightly. I admire his body, his sweet, smooth, chunky body. Slowly, I get out from under the cover. I can always pretend I'm going to the bathroom. I inch forward to him, and let my hand slowly rest on his thigh. Breathing doesn't change, and I get a bit bolder. What the hell am I doing... but now I'm sort of committed. I lean over his torso and hover over his right tit. His lovely big nipple right there, just a centimeter under my lips... and I lower my mouth on it. Holy shit... holy shit... my tongue slowly whirls around that nipple, and I kiss it. It's almost enough to make me cum. He moves slightly, but doesn't wake up - how the hell would I explain that... OK, I now slowly move down along his lovely belly. On his back, it's not that big, but it's smooth and I can't resist caressing it. Now then... what to do next? He's got "old-fashioned" boxers, with a slit for the cock. My fingers gingerly move apart the cloth to reveal his dick, and I think I told you already, it's quite big. But right now, it's resting, and I caress the little shaft, from foreskin down to the base. I listen intensely for his breathing to change, but nothing happens. He's sleeping very deeply thanks to the G. I move over to his dick, smelling a bit of his body, a little bit of sweat, a little bit of pee... my cock is so rock hard now and positively leaking of precum. I can feel the smell of myself, although a lot of it is soaked up by my briefs. I go closer and sniff his cock and crotch... and, finally, I lick his cock. I start off with small licks. A little bit around the base, then up the shaft to his foreskin. I allow myself to nibble a little bit with my lips. I can feel it getting harder. His breathing doesn't change though, and I am confident now, he'll be sleeping soundly. I use my hands to raise his half-hard cock and then I open my mouth and let my lips slide over his cock head, covered with foreskin. A bit of salty taste to his cock... I can now feel it growing in my mouth. And growing... and growing... It's glorious. I love this cock. His cockhead pokes out of the foreskin, and I can now wrap my tongue around it. I'm not moving at all. I am so still - but my mouth is sucking Fred, at last. I use two fingers to make his cock stand up and then I take as much as I can in my mouth. I start to suck him very slowly. It's incredible. It doesn't take long. He cums with a hard spurt of semen, and I swallow as much as I can, trying NOT to move around while doing it. Finally he's spent, and I slowly lick up the rest of it. Now I am moving - I'm going to the bathroom. And in the bathroom I pull out my precum-wet hard cock, and I jerk off like a madman. It takes all of 30 seconds to cum as I've never cum before. I'm so fucking horny for my chubby band-mate!!! After drying myself off I go back to bed, and we don't wake up until morning. And when I wake up, I find myself spooned by Fred, holding me like his little pillow and snuffling into my neck. He's also got a raging hardon, which I can feel although there's a cover between us. I stir a little, although I'd love to stay like this forever. "Jesus!" I hear him say while moving away. "Jay, I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what happened" - he actually looks a bit embarrassed. "It's OK Fred, it's actually quite nice" I said. The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for me beating my cock raw again, now that I'd had a taste of him. I wanted more of that. And there was more to come. ----- A few weeks later, it's time for the third year ball for us graduating school. That ball is held in a castle in the countryside, by a lake, far enough from town as to not bother anyone while we're partying all night long, and it also has hotel rooms for us to rent so we don't have to try to get back home in the middle of the night. Of course, I'm attending, but of course, I dont't want a date with a girl. So I just rent a room anyway. Talking to Fred, I quickly understand he isn't going to attend the ball. When I ask him, he says "Well, none of the girls I've asked wanted to go with me" and he looks a bit down. "Fucking hell, Fred, it's their loss! Besides, I'm going alone, why don't we go alone, together?" "Yeah, but I can't afford the room, and I think all of them are rented out now". "Fred, I've got a room, and it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before" I say, before catching myself. He smiles brightly, then chuckles as he always does, and says "That's true though. Not to mention the spooning". My heart thumps a bit harder in my chest and I think of me sucking his cock while was sleeping. "Hang on, I'll be back" I say, rush to the bathroom and take my cock out to jerk it quickly... I need to cum, now!" I sit on the toilet bowl, spurting my cum into the water. I don't even bother to wipe the rest off, I just tuck my cock into my briefs and then go back to class. The night of the ball, I have prepared properly. Now that I know he's sleeping with me (well, he thinks it'll be "sleeping") I have brought some stuff to help me. Lube... check. Poppers... check. (I've bought it just for this). Jockstraps to wear under the suit - check. Finally, I've actually bought a couple of joints that I have in my suit pocket. I need that so I can get a bit of courage trying to seduce Fred. The ball is winding down in the wee hours of the morning. I've had fun, lots of laughs and got a bit drunk (not too much) and Fred, too is tipsy. Not "vomit-my-head-drunk", but happy, chatty and very cuddly. Yeah, you heard it right. With a bit of alcohol, that guy sat next to me, had his hands around my shoulders, and at a point even planting a big kiss on my head, saying "Thank you for taking me here", although he'd paid hes own dues. I sit outside the castle on a big rock down towards the lake, and I bring up my joint, light it and then puff on it. It feels good and I relax. In the hot summer night, I take off my jacket and tie, and open up my shirt three buttons down, feeling the air on my chest. I don't know for how long I sit there, smoking my joint, but I'm not quite half-way on it, when I hear a voice behind me. "Jay, my man, I've been looking for you" Fred says, carefully heading down the slope towards me. "They're closing down now, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He sits down next to me... very close... and then he notices the joint. "Oh, wow, can I try? I've never done it before" "Here, take this one" I give him the other joint from my jacket pocket, and I light it up for him. He drags the joint and immediately has a coughing fit. I smile, and dunk him on his back. "Take it easy, Fred..." And then I teach him how to smoke it. He's a fast learner. I finish my joint, but he still has a lot left. He smiles a bit towards me and hands it over. "You can finish this one too" He says, a bit blurry around the edges now... LOL, both alcohol and marijuana, well... I suck on it a couple of drags, and give it back. He takes a couple of drags too. I look at him and then I plunge out into the unknown. "You know, there's another way of sharing..." He looks at me and asks "Oh, what's that?" "Ok, open your mouth". I get closer to his face, take a drag on the joint, and then go really really close, our lips almost meet, but careful not to. "Inhale" I say. As he does so, I exhale. The smoke goes directly from my lungs into his. He smiles and says "Oooohhh.... again?" I inhale, keep it in, go close to exhale... and he comes close to inhale... and our lips meet. I exhale right into his mouth as he's inhaling - but then he doesn't move off. He stays, lips together and he moves his hand up and holds my neck while he deepens the kiss. "Again.. " he says after a while. I can see lust in his eyes, but I think it's mostly the MJ "talking". I take another hit from the joint and we share it. His hand moves from my neck down to my chest, finds its way inside my shirt on my bare skin. He's caressing my chest while we kiss. We finish off the joint together with a lot of kissing. I'm hard as hell in my jockstraps. And wet. I can't resist, so I put my hand over his crotch and feel his big hard dick under his trousers. "MMMmmmm..." he says in my mouth. I feel his cock, kneading it through the fabric. He leans back a bit, and then opens up his fly. Slowly. And the reason is... he's not wearing anything under!!! His cock plops up from within his trousers, and he holds it in his hand, jerking it a bit. This, I can't resist. I lean down to his lap. Again, I open my mouth wide, and swallow his cock - as much as I can. I hear him moan and sigh happily. He puts his hand on my head, pushing me a bit down on his cock. "Yeah, man.... suck me" I look up and I see his lustful face looking back at me, now bobbing up and down on his shaft. I use my hand to pull his foreskin down, that's covering his cockhead even in full hardon - as I did last time 😉 but now I can enjoy a bit more ... vigorously. I suck him, oh do I suck him. And, of course, it doesn't take that long, he pants "I'm gonna cum" and I go down all the way, feeling his cock down my throat unleashing his volcano load of cum. And I swallow. Some of it comes out through my lips on his shaft, and I lick it up. He lifts me up and kisses my cum-wet lips. "Mmmmmmm fuck you taste good" he says. "Well, actually, it's you that tastes this good". He chuckles again, and I think I'm in love. "Let's go to the room" he nods towards the hotel wing. He grabs my hand with one of his hands, he tucks his cock in with the other, I grab my jacket and up we go. I open up the hotel room and walk inside, him right behind me. He grabs my hips and stops me in the little hallway, bends down a bit and kisses my neck. "You really have a lovely neck" he says. I turn around and we share a deep kiss again, shedding off our suits, and going towards the bed. My cock is rock hard again, in my jockstraps, and a big wet spot on the front. His cock is hard, too, but he's naked now. I stand before him, reaching his shoulders, but I know what I want. His hands are roaming over my back, down to my ass, feeling the cheeks, parting them, and opening up my crack. We kiss, I feel his hard cock agains my belly, and I just bend my head a little to reach his wonderful big nipples. Starting on the right, kissing, licking and nibbling on the nipple... grabbing his tit and using my mouth to suckle on it like a baby. He's moaning and doesn't really know what to do with himself. "Shhiiiiiiittt babe," he says (Babe?!?! 😄 ) "whooooaaa.. that's so far out, I love that!!!" "MMMMMm" I hum on his tit. I let go, and I confess: "Freddie... I've wanted to do this for such a long time". Then I kneel in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth again. I suck him for half a minute, then turn my attention to his balls, lovely hanging big balls to go with that big cock. I smell his body smell in his crotch, lick and suck his balls, all the while he's moaning and grabbing his cock. I grab the poppers from my bag. He looks at me curiously while I open the little brown bottle and then inhale deeply in each nostril. I do it a couple of times and then I offer it to him. He takes the bottle and mimics me. "whoa, what is that" he asks, as the poppers goes to his head. "It's poppers" I say. I take back the bottle, and put the cap on. Then I move over to the bed and lie down, dragging him on top of me. The big guy is so self-conscious. I love for his big body to almost crush me under him. I pull him closer and push his knees away so he lies on top of me. His cock slides in between my legs, and I spread them and put them around his thicc ass. His cockhead finds my hole and I open up ever so slightly, to just let him know. He pushes himself off and looks into my eyes. I look back and tell him "I want you". I've waited for so long, and now I've got his cock right on the verge to peneterate me. "Fuck me, Freddie... push it in now". Lube or no lube, I need that cock in me. I want it NOW. I don't have time to stop and get it. I lick my fingers and reach down to wet it. I repeat it while he's watching me. I also wet his cock slightly. Then use my hand to guide him to my hole. His cock slowly pushes inside me. It's really tight... his cock is so fucking big. Fortunately it's "torpedo-shaped", so his cockhead isn't bigger than the shaft. I nod to him, looking at his asking eyes, and he pushes all the way to the bottom. I gasp a bit. He stills, until he thinks I've gotten used to his big tool in my cute boy hole. I push my legs further up so he gets in properly all the way. My feet are on his ass and I use them as if I'm urging a horse to walk. He starts fucking me. It's a bit slow, a bit clumsy at first. I have the poppers and I open the bottle and he stops while I take some deep poppers hits. He does the same and waits while I close the lid, and then starts fucking me hard. OH MY GOD, it's just the way I've dreamed it. It doesn't last. It's just a couple of minutes. But then he cums inside me and I can feel his cock jerking when the load exits his cock. He's still hard, though. He keeps on fucking me just a bit. Then he moves his cock out and my hole doesn't close really that fast so the cum is leaking out of me. What he does next is mind boggling - I thought he was this shy chubby boy... but he goes down on me, he lifts my legs up, knees towards my chest, and then dives in with his face on my hole. He licks it, eats his own cum, and makes me oh so horny! Then his tongue moves up towards my balls, he moves the wet jockstrap out of the way and takes each ball in his mouth, and then finally both. He tugs on my ball sack, making my hard cock dance on my stomack, leaving streaks of precum. He licks my belly, and then my shaft and then he swallows my cock. Man, his soft mouth is so good. I use some more of the poppers, and then he takes some, too. He moves expertly up and down my cock, tugging on my balls, and oooohhhhh.... pushing a finger inside me... ohh.. deep inside me? Then he presses forward with his finger and I feel a surge coming from deep inside me, feet tingling and then I CUM HARD!!! I give him my sperm, right into his mouth, but he's a better cock sucker than I am, and he swallows every. single. drop of it. Yes! So fucking hot, the man of my dreams is drinking my cum. He comes up to me, smiling. "Did you like it?" He asks. I'm a bit overwhelmed, I nod. I nod, and pull him against me. "I've waited so long for this, Freddie... you don't even know." "Well," he smiles at me, "waiting time is over, obviously". He's on top of me again. I can feel his hard cock. Still hard. My cock is soft now, as it is when I cum. "Turn around, on all four" he says. I put my head on the pillow, ass in the air. "Ohhhh.... so nice," he practically purrs. Then I feel his mouth on my hole again. He plays with my cock and balls with his hand, while he's sucking on my hole. Yes, you heard right. Sucking. And nibbling, and licking with broad wet tongue. He grabs the poppers and opens the bottle, taking a few deep hits, and then he gives me the open bottle, making me do the same again. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me agains him, and I feel his cock just simply gliding inside my hole. "Babe," he says, "you're so fucking hot... I need to fuck you now, you OK with that?" My fact is in the pillow, but I scream "YEEESSS" into it. He now unleashes his demon cock!!! Oh, my god, how he fucks me. My own dick is flopping around, and I just take hit after hit with the poppers. He slows down when I have the bottle to my nose, but then picks up the pace when I'm done. "Fucking hell Jay, I'm gonna give you my load again" He shouts in the room. "Fucking breed me, Freddie, I want your babies in me" I shout in the pillow. I hear him groan and then feel the stream inside me. How much cum does the man have!!!! He fucks it in real deep, but of course it's leaking out with his shaft. He keeps on fucking me while telling me how much he loves fucking me. Loves loading me. Loves me. He falls down on top of me, his cock still inside me, but I can feel now, that he's going softer. He crushes me down with his big body, big belly, big ass, big legs. And I love it so much. Love his cock in me. Love his load in me. Love him. We just stay like that for a long while. His cock slips out of me. We're wet of cum and sweat. Morning birds are chirping outside the window. But we don't care. We fall asleep and he holds me in his arms all morning.

I woke up this morning with a solid erection. I was lying on my side with Drew in my arms, spooning him with my hard cock pressed on his arse. He was still fast asleep so I used spit to lube my shaft and started gently probing for his hole. My helmet was soon pressed on his hole and I very slowly began to ease my cock inside him. I was over halfway in him and was gently fucking him when he woke up “morning daddy” and he pushed his arse back on to my cock so I was now balls deep. I rolled him on to his belly and fucked my boy real hard. I emptied my balls in him and just stayed in him enjoyin his loaded hole.

Drew's ass. I'm inside him every day.

I like casual sex, so I'm going to go with a bottom that makes it clear they want to, and are ready to get fucked. No long drawn out cruising rituals.

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.

Chapter 3 – More fun with Alex In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about a weekend getaway that our friend, Gary, had gotten us as a present. The weekend was a fister’s paradise; we all had fisted and been fisted by numerous guys. I met Alex, a guy who lived near us, and now we’re fisting buddies. Now, Alex was a fist buddy. He came over to our place, and we had a few fist parties. This time, we planned something special for him. We invited Alex to our place and told him to be ready to spend the weekend. He was due to arrive Friday evening, and Jake and I were going to work him over. Once he was well spun and opened up, we had a few other guys lined up to come and play in his hole. We’ve played with Alex enough now that we know what he likes. He’s 40, about 5’9”, and has a nice thick body. He’s covered in light hair all over, with a good bit of hair on his ass. He likes to keep his cock hidden away in a jockstrap while he’s in a fisting session, and it’s hot to see the pouch get wet when some fluid leaks out of it. I’m especially likely to suck him through his wet strap. We spent some time smoking the pipe, just blowing clouds and shotgunning the smoke between each other. Jake and I were both naked, and Alex was wearing his red jockstrap. This is one that he wears often, and he doesn’t wash it, so it has a great aroma and taste. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other all over, but with a special focus on Alex and his hot ass. I had already worked three fingers in with just some spit for lube, and he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide, moaning as I penetrated him. Clearly, it was time for him to get in the sling. We got him situated in the sling, and he took a few more hits from the pipe. He had to be really spun at that point. Jake sat down at the foot of the sling to start working over Alex into a frenzy. I was positioned up near his head, where I could see what Jake was doing and also feed my cock to Alex. It doesn’t take long to get a fist into Alex. He’s usually pretty opened up, and today was no exception. Jake was able to sink his hand into Alex quickly. Alex moaned with the insertion and sucked my cock into his mouth. Even though it wasn’t hard, he likes sucking on it. Jake was working his hand back and forth in Alex’s ass. I know Jake’s style well enough to know what he was doing inside Alex. He’d extend his hand on the insertion, probe around with his fingers when he got in deep, and then make a fist as he drew back. From how Alex responded, it was working well for him. I was able to bend down and nuzzle Alex’s cock through his jockstrap. This strap has seen a lot of action and has a great aroma and taste to it. Alex pushed out a bit of precum to start soaking the strap, and I eagerly sucked on the wet spot. It’s also hot to be so close to his hole when he’s taking a fist since I can see and hear the action up close. Jake worked Alex over for a while and then told me it was my turn to fist him. So, Jake and I traded places. I lubed up my right hand and slid it right inside Alex, turning as I entered. Alex has a deep hole, so I could get most of my forearm inside him in a single stroke. Some more twisting and pushing let me gain little increments of depth. Alex held up a hand to slow me down so that he could take some poppers. I know that when he is on a poppers high, he will ride my arm like the pig that he is. I slowed to a stop, keeping my hand deep inside him, and waited for the poppers to hit. Once they did, Alex started out by using the sling to rock back and forth on my arm. He’d also move his whole body up and down, making my arm move around in his ass. Alex rode the poppers high for a while but eventually slowed down and collapsed back into the sling. I made minimal movements inside him, giving him some recovery time. Once he had rested for a while, I decided to move on to a dildo. I slowly withdrew my hand from his ass, making a fist and twisting it at the entrance to really stretch him out. He likes having his hole stretched, so he really enjoyed this. I grabbed my Crackstuffers Twisted dildo. This toy is long and, as the name implies, has a spiral design that lets you literally screw it into a hole. It’s great for depth play since you can slowly work it deeper and deeper into a hole. Alex saw the toy I had chosen, and his eyes widened. He had previously ridden this toy but had only gotten about half of it in him. This time, I wanted to get it in deeper, so I lubed it generously all the way to the base. I teased Alex a little by rubbing the toy around on his ass, spreading the lube around. Then, I inserted it into his ass, getting almost half of it in him on the first push. With the spiral design, this toy feels great even without twisting it, but adding some twists makes it even better. Alex was clearly enjoying the ride and reached back to spread his ass for me. Seeing this hairy stud taking a huge toy deep in his ass was sexy and exciting for me too. I pulled it all the way out, leaving his hole with a bit of a gape. More lube went on the toy, and I shoved some more into his hole with my hands. This time, we were going to go even deeper. The toy went in smoothly up to about the halfway point. Then, I paused and let Alex get used to the feeling of fullness. I’d shake or tap on the toy, turning it a little to give him some great internal sensations. When I would turn it, I’d use the spiral design to go a little deeper each time. At one point, Alex huffed some more poppers. I took advantage of that to get another inch or two of the toy screwed into his ass. He didn’t know it, but he had most of the dildo inserted in his ass. The base is also pretty thick, so he was getting a good stretch, too. While I was screwing the dildo into him, Alex was rubbing his cock through the jockstrap and sucking on Jake’s dick. Jake can get hard when he parties, so he has a fun cock for sucking then. Sometimes, though, Alex would get distracted by what was going on in his ass and forget about Jake’s cock. There were moments when he was riding the dildo and rubbing his cock in a perfect expression of bliss. Alex only had a little more of the dildo to take, so I slowly screwed it into him. The great thing about this toy is that it’s almost self-guiding. As you screw it in, the guy’s ass just keeps accepting it. That was how we got the toy in all the way to the base. I told Alex to reach down and feel his hole, and he was surprised to find that it was all the way inside him. It’s over 16” long and over 3” thick, so it was quite an accomplishment for him. Alex asked to have it taken out, so I slowly withdrew the toy, using the spiral to help me unscrew it from his hole. It was hot to see the hairs around his hole clinging to the toy as it moved out of him. Jake had stepped down and lubed up his hands, so the second the toy was out, Jake’s hand went in. Alex sucked in his hand up to mid-forearm. Jake knew the depth Alex could take now, so he kept working deeper into his hole. He had lubed his arm past the elbow, and it was exciting to see him slide it deeper and deeper into Alex. I was sucking on the growing wet spot on Alex’s jock and watching as Jake’s hand kept moving into Alex. Jake looked up at Alex and said, “Have you ever taken a fist up the elbow?” Alex said, “Not yet.” Jake grinned and said, “Yes, you have!” Alex reached down and felt how far Jake had inserted his arm into his ass and let out a huge sigh of pleasure. We knew that this was one of Alex’s fisting goals, and it was great to be able to help him achieve it. Jake slowly pulled his hand out of Alex. His hole stayed open, dripping lube out of it. Both Jake and I played around his hole, sticking fingers in and keeping him open and ready. After a while, Alex said that he wanted to smoke some more, so we helped him out of the sling and relaxed on the bed, blowing clouds and fondling each other. Alex was amazed at how easily he had taken Jake's arm and was eager to go for more. Even though I’m a little shorter than Jake, my arms are thicker, so he wanted to see how far I could get inside him. We blew a few more clouds and then got him back in the sling for the next part.

Smoking, drinking, driving wrecklessly, skydiving, eating fatty foods and a lot of other activities shouldn’t be covered by insurance if you don’t cover HIV treatments. Is that what is wanted?

First I always make it abundantly clear that I only fuck bareback and that I intend to cum in his ass. Almost all men I fuck gratefully take my seed however if I sense the bottom may change his mind when I’m fucking him I will put him on his belly and mount him. That way my weight keeps my cock firmly wedged in his ass. If he does or says anything to indicate he might ask me to withdraw then I will immediately shoot my load in him. You don’t get me horny and allow me to shove my bare cock deep in your ass only to refuse my load. You will be seeded. Never had any kick back from men I’ve seeded like that - they realise they were taking a chance.

I have felt for most of my life that the mistake we make in trying to find relationships is that we also want to have good sex with that person. I suppose it can happen, but I strongly believe that an intimate relationship doesn’t have to have good sex. Hence why truly open relationships for the purpose of the kind of sex we are discussing in this thread is the best solution to satisfying our sexual needs. I need to be loved and I need to be bred, but not necessarily by the same person. I want more than one person to breed me and often multiple men and loads in one “session” even if I get really good sex by the one I love at home.

I agree that relationships should be based on compatible outlooks. But where you are looking at it as the monogamous-preferring guy "restricting" what the other guy needs; I look at it as the non-monogamous one making a promise to do something he has no intention of fulfilling. And that's the problem I have with this: yes, I understand that even people who think they want monogamy may be tempted by someone else, and they may screw up and cheat. It's not that I think cheating is unforgiveable. As Dan Savage says, monogamy is hard, and isolated instances of slipping up ought to be manageable in an otherwise solid and long-term relationship. But the key is "isolated". What I'm seeing here is a steady stream of asshole personalities bragging about how they actually get off on cheating, so they lie and tell someone they'll be monogamous just so they can have the thrill of cheating. That's a shit thing to do, done by shitty people.

Sure you CAN deny yourself the pleasure; you just don't want to, so you don't. You make it sound like you have no choice at all.

Some people get off on choking other people to death. Telling them they can't do that may be "too restrictive for them", but it's still the right thing to do. Both harm the other person; the question is, do we condone harm simply because the person doing the harming "gets off" on it?

Movitrem is the brand name given to one of the non-Gilead, out-of-patent status PrEP medications (I believe it's essentially the same as Truvada). As such, it should work the same way. You posted this question in a topic about PrEP for oral sex. As has been well documented and discussed elsewhere, HIV infection is a lot harder (but not impossible) to transmit during oral sex, unless you have sores in your mouth, bleeding gums, or some other "easy" entry point for the virus. As such, PrEP for oral sex may be overkill, but it will *probably* protect you against oral infection about as good as anything else. Just remember that on-demand PrEP is more sensitive to timing than daily, because you aren't building up a preventative level in your system like you would with a daily dose. That means wait AT LEAST 2 hours (but no more than 12, and preferably somewhere in the middle) after taking the initial 2 pill dose BEFORE you have sex. And try to time the two follow-up doses as close as possible to 24 and 48 hours after sex (which means counting from the time you first get ejaculate in your mouth). If you have sex more than once, keep taking the daily dose until 48 hours after the LAST time you take a load.

This is a story in five parts, the first I've published. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ------------------------------ Red Letter Day, Part 1. As he pressed the buzzer on the innocuous looking door on the side street in Madrid's Chueca district, Dan was shaking. What the hell was he doing here? It was 4:00 AM but the narrow streets were still busy, party-goers enjoying the night air, cooler than the scorching heat of the late Spring day but still without cause for a jacket. He paused again, looking around cautiously, making sure that no one else from his group was around to observe his indiscretion. But they were all back at the apartments that they'd rented for the trip. Ten guys and a token straight girl on a trip to Madrid over the spring weekend. They'd eaten tapas, seen the obligatory tourist sights, drunk copious amount of alcohol, and danced the night away. But whilst everyone else had gone back to the apartments, drunkenly stumbling the three blocks back to their weekend home, Dan had headed just a short walk away to indulge a craving. His boyfriend, Alex had called it an early night, having peaked a little too early and would be blissfully unaware of Dan's late-night diversion. He jumped slightly as a voice spoke at him from the panel. "Third Floor", the North American accent seemed out of place in the hubbub of a Spanish city. But he was reassured, the guy on Grindr who'd invited him to this party, a celebration of sleaziness, was Canadian. The door buzzed, he pushed it open and went inside. The door closed and the dark elegant entrance hall was suddenly quiet, cool, and still. It wasn't too late, he could still turn back, he could go to bed and pretend this hadn't happened, but something drew him on, pulling him by his nether regions up to the third floor. The door was ajar and he could hear music playing, the instructions on his phone had told him just to come in, no one would be greeting, they'd all be too busy. The small room off the hallway to his left contained a myriad of shoes and clothing, some in neat piles, some strewn untidily. He stripped naked, and paused to look in the full length mirror before folding his clothing neatly into a pile on top of his shoes. He was tall, just under six feet with short messy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Clean shaven, his body was toned, with hints of definition that left him not quite a twink and not quite a jock. He shaved the patchy chest hair that naturally popped up leaving him with a smooth chest that showed his muscles. A tight, groomed treasure trail led down to the asset that left most boys hungry. Eight inches of thick uncut meat, not the largest you'd ever seen, but large and inviting rather than intimidating. It curved slightly when hard and grew particularly thick in the middle; that was the bit that made the boys moan the most. His ass was a muscly bubble butt, shaved smooth with a tight smooth hole that begged for a tongue or a nice dick to enter it. Dan always purported that versatility made life more interesting. He walked down the hallway to the source of the music and voices. Entering the large living room of the duplex apartment, he was greeted by the sight of some fifteen or twenty naked guys, variously drinking, chatting or busily engaging in the favoured activity of the night. He spied the party's host who walked over to greet him. Where Dan's look fell somewhere between twink and jock, Greg was a hundred percent the latter. Tall and muscled with tousled sandy hair and white teeth, Dan's gaze was drawn immediately to the large uncut cock that swung as he walked. Dan guessed it would be longer than his, but not as girthy when hard. He began salivating at the prospect of sucking it, and his dick began to indicate his desire. "You must be Dan? I'm Greg, glad you could make it" he put his hands on Dan's hips and planted a kiss on his lips, as Dan felt their cocks rubbing together, not for the last time that night. "Thanks for the invite" Dan replied, still slightly shakily. "Don't be nervous, you'll have a great time, I promise." said Greg, grinning at him. "So, you don't need any paint yet?" Greg enquired. "Nope" responded Dan, "We'll soon change that" said Greg, laughing slightly. Dan knew exactly what he meant, he'd been told clearly how the party worked in a Grindr conversation that evening that had him terrified and excited in equal measure. He'd been intensely hard the whole time the party was described to him, hence why he was standing there naked now. The invite was exclusive, the host wanted only the hottest guys and as Dan looked around the room he couldn't see any he wouldn't be happy to do at least something with. A little over half the guys in the room, and presumably the guys already roamed into other rooms in the duplex apartment, had writing on their chests in red body paint, one word: POZ. The game was simple, you could do whatever you wanted with whomever you wanted, but the real goal was for those with POZ on their chests to add, one letter at a time, that word to those who'd arrived without. Dan figured that most of those already marked were probably undetectable, like the host, and some were negative guys enjoying the power fantasy. Likewise some of the unmarked guys were indulging in fantasies of their own, but his host assured him that he should only attend if he was ready for the consequences of tonight to be more permanent than the paint it was written in. Greg has warned him that several loads in the room were unmedicated, filled with virus that would leave his negative status a thing of the past. "Where do I start?" asked Dan. A drink had appeared in his hand and the fresh surge of vodka buoyed his confidence. "Wherever you want" came the reply. With barely a moment's hesitation, Dan placed his drink on the table and dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's already semi-hard cock into his mouth. It tasted of cum and ass, and Dan was immediately intoxicated by the flavours that revealed his host's previous endeavours. It quickly grew hard and Dan struggled to contain it all in his mouth, but he was an expert sucker, he'd been doing it since he was 13 and knew exactly how to tease a large man cock with his tongue. Cut dicks were a rarity for him but he'd spent enough time abroad to know how best to work them. Greg moaned and began pumping Dan's face with his dick. Greg drew back and pulled Dan onto a nearby sofa, Dan felt the cool black leather on his knees as Greg reclined and Dan went onto all fours, consciously exposing his ass to the few guys now watching the action unfold. As he worked Greg's long dick, he felt a warm tongue around his hole. Glancing behind himself, Dan saw a tall, preppy, geeky blonde with a skinny, pale body and glasses who grinned as he worked Dan's ass. Dan returned the smile and went back to his sucking duties whilst the pretty, preppy blond went to work on his ass with vigour. Greg leaned down and whispered to him "Jamie there won't just mark your body tonight." With a dirty smile he leaned back, enjoying the feel of Dan's tongue working the thick head and shaft. Dan's cock jumped at the thought of Jamie's load and he pushed back, enjoying the expert tongue work. Suddenly a warmth surrounded his dick and he saw a Spanish guy with just the perfect amount of hair on his chest working his hardened dick. His enjoyment of the sensations in his mouth, ass, and dick were interrupted by Greg who pulled him up with his muscular arms and flipped him round so he was facing blond Jamie, his ass exposed to Greg's cock, wet with his spit and copious precum. Greg pulled on his shoulders and Dan felt the familiar pressure of a dick forcing its way into his hole. Dan's mind burned with the three letters written in red on Greg's chest as he heard the slight pop and felt the filling sensation of raw cock entering him. Raw poz cock. Dan's mind blurred from the vodka, the poppers presented under his nose and the sensation of the cock sliding into him in one go. He let out a moan and found his mouth filled by Jamie's dick. Massively thick, Jamie's cut dick left him barely able to breathe as Jamie thrust into his mouth and battered his throat. Behind him, Greg was working up his pace, his long dick spearing Dan's hole rhythmically and Dan once again felt the Spanish guy Antonio, sucking him. He could feel Greg's dick swelling as he urged "Get ready for this huge poz load you little neg slut!" Greg moaned loudly "Fuck yeah", Dan felt his cock spasm and the familiar warmth of cum filling him. "Take my poz babies" moaned Greg as he thrust the last of his orgasm inside Dan's hole. Jamie withdrew his dick from Dan's mouth and he suddenly felt empty at both ends. He collapsed onto his front and Greg rolled him over, "Jamie's saving his load for somewhere other than your mouth, but right now it's time to mark you up." He took a pen from the table and wrote a large P over Dan's right pec in red body paint. It should have terrified him, but he felt nothing except excitement at the idea of collecting all three letters that would mark him as poz.

I went out on Monday night around town, starting out slowly as I wanted to pace myself, as this was the first time I’d experienced a true 24-hour drinking session since the law was passed here in the UK. I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot. The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TVs playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want. As I walked in they were barebacking each other, which got me mega hot. This was a private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it. After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze. In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from a guy who I didn't especially like, but I was horny and…well, yeah. The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck. At about 3:00 A.M. I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Trades Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so. We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut down. By about 5:00 A.M. it was packed. Now, Trades Hotel is a cheap men’s hotel. It is renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning. One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy. Without even thinking about it… I blurted-out "Do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, which I did. I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube. I think this was around 5:20 A.M. The next memory I have is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, with a horrible head ache, spread-eagle on the bed, a guy ramming his cock into my hole. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:45 A.M.! SHIT! What had happened? Then I came aware of the state of my hole. It was so sloppy, sticky, and sore, obviously not from one guy. I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped. I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms and a demonic sort of grin and stare. I guess I made a good decision. He pulled out of me and we chatted for a while. I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened. He just smirked and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side table. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka, so I know I hadn’t ordered it. Then he asked me “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?” I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing. I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it? We exchanged telephone numbers, I made my excuses, stood up and left, spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took. Man, I’d been abused BIG time. In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what the night's activities as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies. I dropped the guy a text and asked what exactly had happened. He just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads, and gave out the room number! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember. God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me. There was young guys to filthy old men at the Trades - some guys who were very appealing, and some I wouldn’t dream of fucking with - skinny, fat… you name it, they were there. I’ve fantasized about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it. Common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not corpus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!

Near Home—April, 2023 It’s the first Saturday in April. And I’m horned. I spent the day making a list of what I needed to pack for CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland. It is the next weekend—and is taking place much earlier in the month than ever before. I even dismantled the sling and got it into the duffle bag. And it left me with the slight ache in my balls. I needed sex. Now. I ate a quick lunch and spent the afternoon at the nearest bookstore… I park in the deserted lot. This is, historically, an active time at this store, but not today, it seems. Is this going to me an April Fool on myself? I go in and sit in the back row of the straight theatre. No one is here, but the porn is good and raunchy. I stroke. I hear movement in the gay theatre through the grate in wall that separates the two. I think about going over there—but just as I’m about to re-button my fly, I hear the door bang as someone leaves. In moments, the person is coming in this door. He is a tall Black man, in his late 30’s. I recognize from here. He loves to watch me play—but never touches anyone or vice versa. We nod to each other. He sits against the far wall—where he has a good view of me. He takes out his bigger than average dick. He seems to like the porn on the screen, too. He jerks rapidly. We are alone for quite some time. Finally, the door opens again. A tall white man, around my age, enters. He looks totally out of place here on a Saturday afternoon. He is dressed like he just stepped out of his law office—a suit and tie, with extremely well-polished shoes. He looks at me. He looks at the man in the chair. He decides to lean against the back wall, three feet away from me. We all watch the movie. I glance over—his suit pants are tented, without him touching himself. Two minutes later, he unzips. It is a gorgeous curved cock, girthy and veiny, pointing up to the ceiling. It is extremely hard. The man, his eyes on the screen, begins to stroke it. The girl on the screen takes two loads on her face. The stroker in the chair, grunts and strokes himself even faster. The guy next to me, stops his jerking. Is he that close, I wonder? The woman on the screen mops up her face and licks her fingers clean. The camera pans away, and the screen dissolves to black, making the theatre totally black as well. “Do you suck?” He sounds closer to me. And he is. The drooling head of his cock rubs my check. Well, fuck! I turn slighty, open my mouth and swallow him down. Damn, his cock is thick. Not long, but I really have to work at keeping my teeth off the flared head. The upward curve doesn’t help either, but he seems to love what I’m doing. Suddenly, we are in light again as the movie starts to replay from the top. I worry he’ll pull out of me, but he doesn’t. I hear the voyeur grunt his approval to the live porn happening in his view. I think the man in my mouth is going to shoot quite fast, but he doesn’t. He sighs, and lets me work on his dick at my own speed. Finally, he pulls out of my mouth and leans over. “You have a beauty. Can I do you?” This surprises me a little. I had him pegged as hetro-flexible, just needing somewhere warm and wet to get off. “Be my guest.” I spread my legs wider. “Maybe let me sit, so I don’t have to kneel.” Of course—his suit on this floor! I stand up and let him sit down. He opens wide and takes me to the root on the first go. Fuck!—and he’s good. He is making my cock drip like crazy. He pulls off me and deliberately licks up the juices from my piss slit. He moans and pulls my cock up so he can get to my balls. I groan. I love my balls licked—and here he was doing it without my prompting him. He makes sounds in the back of his throat, obviously enjoying their taste. Finally, he pulls off me and leans back against the wall, panting. I go to my knees and suck him again. I find it slightly easier to manage his curve this way. Again, I get him to what feels like imminent orgasm. His thick cock head, flaring even more. He stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Give me a minute.” He stands up, zips up and is gone before I can stand. I sit back down and stroke a little. Not very happy at the turn of events. The voyeur gets up and comes over. “What happened? I wanted to see him come in your mouth.” I shrug. The voyeur goes back to his chair. I stroke. Suit & Tie comes back in. He sits next to me on the two--seater bench. “I needed a minute.” I nod. “I really want you to fuck me.” “Really?” He nods. “Are you prepped for that?” “Always. And I want you raw.” “Then let’s fuck…” He stands up and begins to strip, folding his clothes and placing them where he had just sat down. Pants, shirt, silky boxers. He slips back into his loafers, and leans against the back of the bench in front of us, presenting a smooth ass to me. I slip to my knees and spread his butt cheeks apart. Here, he is delightfully hairy. My tongue finds his pucker. He groans—surprised, I think, it’s not a finger. He groans again, louder now, as I burrow into him. The voyeur stands up for a better view. I eat the man out—happily making his curved cock drip. I catch some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his hole. This makes him pant. “That feels so good,” he croons. I grunt, though it’s muffled by his butt cheeks. My cock is throbbing, I am ready to fuck. I stand up and work the head in. He takes me with little resistance. I inch into him. When I am halfway in, Suit & Tie pushes back on me. To the hilt. He pants. “You are biggest I’ve ever had.” I hold a long moment and then begin the fuck. He reaches back for his own cock. I let him stroke himself a little, then I knock his hand away—I’m not going to let him get off before I’m done. “Fuck me harder,” he groans. “Turn me inside out.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin a really hard driving fuck. My open palm slaps his ass—making it tighten ever more around my cock. He reaches back again. I let him jack. “Cum in me,” he begs. “I want your cum in me.” I am actually ready to breed this once well-dressed guy—the last man I would ever have taken for a bareback bottom. “Are you close?” he asks, breathing hard. “Yeah…” And I’m there. I howl out my orgasm. Suit & Tie grabs his dick and shoots right along with me, covering the floor and my boots. I stay in him a long minute afterwards. When I pull out, I kneel and felch a little of my cum, which is running out of him. I also clean his wilting cock. Finally, I let him stand and clean up before he gets dressed. I tell him about my playroom, hoping he might want a re-match. But he does not offer a number. With his tie back in place, he thanks me, then leans close and whispers. “I’m taking your load home to the Boyfriend. He loves fucking me full like this. Not knowing the who’s cum is in me…” I smile. Our lips brush and he’s gone… The voyeur steps closer and with a groan, shoots all over the floor. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Under the Suit & Tie (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2023

I used to meet up regularly with a FB. But since I moved to another part of the city, we were not able to get together nearly as often. Today, out of the blue, I got a text from him saying that he was going to be near me and would have some extra time. I jumped at the chance to see him – and get fucked by him. I hadn't seen him in over a year. He told me he wanted me to wear a blindfold and be ready for him in bed. He had often had me wear blindfolds, use neckties to secure my wrists, and other hot play, so I knew he had not lost his touch. Soon, I was laying in bed in a jock and a blindfold when I heard the door open. I tingled all over. Our play was always hot and he knew how to ratchet it up. He made his way to the bedroom and I heard him taking off his clothes. He crawled in bed and we started making out. Soon, he was entering my ass raw. He fucked me for a long time, guiding me into different positions since I couldn’t see through the blindfold. At one point, he had me laying on my stomach while he laid on my back, still pushing his dick in and out of me. He reached around and felt my crotch. I was limp, so he started to pull his hand out from under me. I grabbed his had and put it back on my jock-covered crotch. He stopped for a moment and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I answered that I was enjoying it very much. And then I somewhat surprised him by telling him that I had tried to train my cock to stay soft when getting fucked. It made me feel more submissive and it showed that only his cock mattered. He seemed to like that idea. He rubbed my soft cock a few strokes and then pulled his hand out. He seemed to be no longer interested in my crotch. I victory for me. I moaned a “Yes Sir” as he removed his hand. That got me several hard poundings in a row. Sub heaven! He had been fucking me for about 45 minutes when I started begging for his cum. I wanted his load in my hole. I can’t actually feel a guy’s cum being shot into my hole very often. But I felt his cum vollies then. He kept stroking in and out, making my hole extra slippery with his cum. I was then begging for him to push his load deep in my hole. He finally collapsed on me and laid there for a minute. When he caught his breath, he rolled over onto his back beside. I pulled off the blindfold and immediately leaned over to kiss him. Once we broke the kiss, I was going to lay back down. That’s when I saw it. He had a bio-hazard tattoo just below his navel. I froze. He followed my stare down to his tattoo. He said, “Oh yeah, there’s been a few changes since we last got together.” I couldn’t move. Well, most of me couldn’t move. He finally reached over and grabbed my rock hard erection still trapped in my jock. I didn’t realize that my dick had responded. Of course, dicks don’t lie. And he knew it. He said, “Looks like your training only works when I am still fucking you. And it looks like its ok that I didn’t tell you beforehand.” I finally snapped out of my trance. I looked him in the eyes, smiled, and then leaned in to kiss him again. Once we broke the kiss, I told him that I loved him. I don’t know where that came from. But that is how I felt at that moment. I loved him. I had his toxic load in my hole, my hole that he had beat up for the last 45 minutes. I finally nodded my agreement. I said, “Yes, I want you to be my Daddy. You will have to find a way to come over more until I test positive.” He just smiled. He had me. He knew it and I knew it. I wanted him to convert me. And we were well on our way.

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Part 5 - Scandinavian Surprise He found the bathroom on the second floor of the sprawling apartment. As he walked into the doorway, he spotted a lithe naked body enjoying the shower. Somehow, Dan's dick still found enough energy to spring to attention as he admired the water cascading over the beautiful man cleaning himself after the night's activities. At least six feet tall, the showering beauty was rubbing himself with soap and spending no short time rubbing his semi-hard dick. Dan stood and watched as the shower god intermittently stroked his dick and played with his hole, keeping both covered with plenty of soap. The three letters blazed red on his chest, marking his new status; while Dan knew the shower would cleanse the paint from his body, he knew nothing could now cleanse the virus that was reprogramming his body from the inside. Dan laid back on the smooth marble bench in the wet room and jerked his still-hard dick as he watched the shower scene before him. So engrossed in pleasure , he barely noticed the water stop and the lithe figure emerge from the large shower. He looked Scandinavian, maybe Danish, with piercing blue eyes, bright blond hair and a chiseled jaw. He towered himself off with a fluffy white towel, one of many laid out for the night, eyeing Dan from head to toe, yet saying nothing. His hair was in a messy, spiky state as he walked over and took Dan’s Dick in his mouth in one go. Dan could feel his meat shooting down his new companion’s thrust, but blond didn’t seem to have any gag reflex. Dan moaned deeply, enjoying the sensation, he didn’t know how long it was before he found his dick momentarily cold as the Nordic stud straddled him and he felt the right sensation of fresh hole against his mouth. Dan let his tongue loose and hungrily devoured the smooth snack forced onto him. The shower left this beautiful figure clean on the outside but Dan’s Tongue still caught the taste of cum inside; this boy had been bred, probably over and over. He dove his tongue inside voraciously, savouring every moment, opening up this fresh hole ready for what he hoped would come next. As his snack receded and ride back down Dan’s sweat and cum covered body towards his throbbing dick, Dan realised that they were not alone. “So you met my boyfriend, huh?” Greg growled with a naughty grin. “He’s a fucking dirty cumslut, and he’s the one that found you online and told me to invite you. His hole is swimming with charged cum from tonight, not that they’ll do anything new to him, right Kristofer?” The blond grinned and leaned back to kiss Greg, arching his back and riding down onto Dan’s eight inch uncut meat. Dan moaned in glorious ecstasy as he felt the warm wet hole wrap around him. But the best was yet to come, as Greg pushed Kris down to kiss Dan deeply and Dan felt a new pressure; Greg was sliding in to join him. Kris rocked, struggling to take the two might poz dicks invading his hole, his face half pure pleasure and half pure pain. Soon both dicks were ball deep and bareback, Greg sliding in and out as Dan laid back and enjoyed the pure sensation of double penetration. He ran his hands over the beautiful lithe body riding him, and the muscle stud running the show from behind. He felt Greg’s dick grow bigger and heard his breath quicken, Dan’s dick began to gush in sympathy as Greg exploded and the both pumped their toxic seed into the tight scandic ass. Dan was gasping as Kris lifted of them, panting hard, his dick solid and quivering. Dan realised his vulnerability only moments before his legs were raised and Kris’s dick plunged into his raw, used, pozzed hole. Greg was beside him, holding his arms above his head, pinning him to the bench as Kris slid in and out of his sloppy hole. “He’s the most toxic guy here tonight, and he’s wanted you since he spotted your profile. If nothing ride tonight takes, his will.” Kris grinned as Greg encouraged him, “poz this little neg chaser slut, Mark him as ours”. That was enough to send this Danish dream over the edge as Dan felt the last load of the night flood him. He lay, alone and exhausted in the bathroom for what seemed like days before finally calling it a night

It's been a while, but Dan is still at it, enjoy! Part 5: The door was open, but a pair of blackout curtains obscured the room. Pinned up was a neat sign "Wait for admittance". He went to turn away, his desire for satisfaction outweighing his curiosity, until a hand on his back stopped him. A beautiful guy, Latino with gorgeous muscles and a perfect smile had his hand on his shoulder and Dan immediately felt his dick rising. This stud had a huge sick handing softly from the only hair on his body and Dan was immediately captivated. The bold letters on his chest only served to make him more appealing. "You want in?" The new stud enquired. "If you're in there, yeah" Dan replied. "Of course, but you need to prepare" he reached back through the curtain and produced a glass of water "drink it all!" He commanded. Dan hesitated, knowing instinctively that this was the start of something, but his inhibitions left as he remembered how much charged cum was already inside him. He downed the glass in one... As he came to, he felt the cool leather of the restraints. He'd never been in a sling before but he'd seen enough porn to understand the position he was now in. He wriggled, testing the restraints, and the clink of the chains attracted several figures out of the darkness into the red spotlight he found himself in. His mouth was filled with cloth, presumably a pair of underwear and his legs raised, exposed his hole. The Latino stud who'd drugged him approached, his dick no longer soft, but rock hard and aimed like a deadly weapon. "Ok slut, time to see how much you can take". In one, he slammed his dick into Dan's hole. It was the thickest he'd taken and he howled behind the gag in his mouth. His desperate pleas only seemed to make his abuser fuck harder as he ploughed Dans hole. "You're getting a massive charged load of me" he whispered in Dan's ear "and PEP won't work, it didn't for me!" Dan had thought briefly of that option after his first load, but knowing it was off the table added to the maelstrom of emotion in him. The Latino stud using his hold moaned as Dan felt his cock spasm and add another charged load to his ruined hole. The stud didn't stop there though, he continued fucking until Dan felt a frothy mess of combined cum leaking from his hole and over his balls. He barely dared to hope that it was over. Soon he found his mouth and ass full of dick from two boys who passionately made out, in the way only boyfriends do, over him as they abused his hole. He lost count of how many loads he'd taken by the time he was released. His face, body and hair were soaked with cum and his ass was leaking the multiple loads he'd been given. Only after he'd seen his last attacked pull out with a mixture of cum and blood did Dan know his ass was done

Predators and prey (Part 3) Only an hour ago Michael has been an innocent teen. His family has been heavily engaged with their church and for all his life Mike heard, that following the gay lifestyle, would enclose a ticket straight to hell. Secretly - he thought about gay sex a lot, but never had the opportunity to enjoy it with a boy of his age. And so he was torn between the restrictions he learnt from an early age and the need that blossomed lately; he never had imagined it would unwrap the way it had within the last hour. Michael was looking for sex, when he came to this place. He was looking for a guy or several guys who would lead him into this new adventure in his life, but little did he expect the way things got handled right now. Mike was sitting on his knees on this well used mattress and was staring at three big dicks in front of his face. His pale and hairless nude body shivered . He was obviously extremely stressed and looked up to the guys who were urging him to open his mouth wider. Mr. Big – the one who had grabbed him before, in this gay cruising area, lowered his pants for the first time to gain more liberty for his balls. He ordered him to take all three cocks into his little mouth. Michael swallowed franticly. He saw some tattoos on those three guys, who were engaging in the ‘fellow mouth rape’. Mr. Big had an impressive scorpion tattooed on his right hip and thigh. In Michaels mind the name of Mr. Big with the huge cock changed smoothly to scorpion. Above the scorpion, there was another tattoo looking like a tribal. This kind of tattoo could also be found at various body parts of the other guys who were right now trying to enter his mouth swiftly. Maybe they were part of a gang, Michael thought. Having the same tattoo might be a sign for membership. He didn’t want to be a gang member. This thought formed in his adolescent mind, when another picture appeared across his memory. In his chemistry books in school, he had seen this symbol before. The words ‘toxic waste’ crossed his mind but he snapped out of it, when the Scorpion pulled his hair roughly, shouting at him to use his tongue and lick the dicks in front of him. Playfully Michael flickered his tongue across their dickheads. That was not enough. While two guys were already pushing their way into his mouth, the third one was still looking for an easy access to Michael’s mug. He used his thumb to pull Mike’s jaw downwards and pushed with his other hand against Mike’s forehead, to force his mouth wider this way. It hurt like hell and Michael moaned in discomfort. The guy showed no mercy. He wanted his penis inside the kid’s mouth, next to his pals dicks. And so Michael somehow managed it to find the strength to open his gullet another inch and the third cock head slipped into his warm mouth. None of the guys could push deeper of course, but they enjoyed the frantic movements of Michael’s tongue, which was trying to push against the intruders and unintentionally cleaned them thoroughly. Michael wasn’t able to breathe properly. His hands were clenching to fists in despair for oxygen. The three guys discussed in the meanwhile what to do next with the brat. “I wouldn’t stick my dick into his mouth if I were you. As soon as I start fucking him, he might bite your best peace” the Scorpion laughed out loudly. “You will be needed to hold him down anyway…” he added with an evil grin. The three guys pulled out simultaneously and Mike was instantly gasping for air. “Can I go now please? I won’t tell anyone. I swear….” the 18 years old pleaded. “You hold him down, while I will try to gain best access to mash his fucking cunt” the Scorpion ordered. “Pleaaaaase…. let me go home. My mom is surely worried about me already. I need to leave now!” the teen wailed. ‘Rape him’ ‘Rip his pussy apart’ ‘POZ him’ ‘Breed his asscunt’ ‘Make him bleed’ There were several voices carried through the night, whispering obsceneties. Michael just looked up to the Scorpion who discussed with the other two guys in the hut how to get the most fun out of this adolescent teen body. Mike reached up and touched the only thing that protruded enormously before him. He touched the Scorpions dick and that brought him the wanted attention. The Scorpion looked down slowly as he felt a gentle nudge against his extremely aroused cock. Michael asked the man again if he could just go. He explained all over again, that this was all a big mistake. And if his church or his school or his mom would find out about this, they would throw him out of town, for being such a lowlife. He understood now, that it was a crime against the bible and against God’s Will. All the while he was slowly stroking the aroused cock of the predator to get some attention to his words. He didn’t hear the laughter out of the darkness and he didn’t care about the two thugs who stepped onto the mattress just to hold him firmly at his shoulders and his nape. “No…. no…. leave him, let him speak…..” the Scorpion told his two buddies to set Michael free. They stepped off the mattress and a glimmer of hope raised in Michael’s eyes. “You want to go home….?” the Scorpion repeated Michael’s wish. Michael nodded and stopped jerking the dick before him. “Who told you to stop?” the Scorpion sneered. Michael continued stroking the guy’s big dick, looking for some sympathy. “I understand your wish” the Scorpion replied. “You are a fagot and you wanted to get fucked. Now that you learnt tonight’s sex is about hard asspounding – without lube..... Beating….. Chocking….. Showing you your place in life….. Swallowing our cum….. Drinking our piss…..” The scorpion focused his gaze at Michael who was keeping the Scorpion’s dick hard through all this talking. “But I want to be fair. We will follow the vote of the majority. It is almost like in congress.” The guys around them grinned viciously. “All in favor to let this cunt leave without us getting the chance to POZ this virgin?” Michael was the only one raising his hand and he started to cry again silently. “All in favor to rape this bitch to shreds?” ‘Let’s do it, let’s fuck him hard’ ‘Start the show, rip up his ass’ ‘POZ him’ ‘Give him your strain’ “You see…. the majority ruled. We will let you go, after we had our fun with you” the Scorpion said authoritatively. “And now lay back and spread your legs, just like the bitch that you are and let me fuck you. I have never fucked a virgin” he snickered. Michael slowly got off his knees and slid on his bare ass over the filthy mattress. It didn’t matter anymore. He was still crying and looking at the two guys in the hut, but they were already stroking their cocks. He supported his upper body with his arms and started spreading his legs. “Lay flat on your back you slut and raise your legs. Spread them for me, you bitch….” Michael was confused. He was devastated, that they would not allow him to leave and he was scared as hell…. The Scorpion didn’t care if the prey would enjoy the fuck.

Thanks for the great response to part 1, here's what happens next. Part 2. With the first letter of his new status on his chest, and the warm poz seed that he hoped would help make it real inside his smooth muscled ass, Dan wandered upstairs with his drink in his hand. Greg had suggested he should good see the rest of the crowd and pointed him towards the beige carpeted stairs that led from the large open plan living area of the duplex apartment upstairs to the bedrooms. He had not yet cum and his dick remained rock hard, eight inches of thick uncut meat that had been toyed with and sucked but had yet to invade a tight ass. His thoughts drifted briefly back to Alex, asleep in bed, he felt guilty for a moment but that guilt vanished as he heard moaning emanating from a bedroom at the top of the stairs. He stood in the doorway, the room was mostly taken up with a large double bed, and the only illumination came from a small lamp on a bedside table. There were four people in the room, one was a beefy black guy, not tall, and bulky without being fat. His smooth dark skin reflected the dim light and a huge cock hung between his legs. He looked up as Dan stood in the doorway and beckoned him in. Dan has never fucked a black guy, Alex suggested it was casual homo racism when Dan turned town black guys whom Alex suggested inviting to their bed. But Dan wasn't averse to the idea, he'd just never met a black guy he wanted to fuck. In other circumstances he would have pondered this further, but the vodka and his persistently hard dick banished those thoughts. Entering the room, Dan could see the focus of activity was a guy on the bed. Skinny and blond, he was a perfect twink. Smooth everywhere except for a light dusting of hair around his dick, Dan guessed him to be still a teenager. He was blindfolded and his wrists were secured to the metal bed head with leather restraints; a gag hung loosely around his neck. The twink's legs were in the air, resting on the shoulders of a broad muscled guy who Dan supposed to be around 35. Tattoos sleeved one arm and his chest and back were adorned with patterns of ink that included dragon wings across his shoulders. As Dan moved to the side of the bed, he could see clearly a thick veiny cock pumping into the twink's hole. The twink was already marked with a P and an O, and the muscular stud breeding him proudly displayed his positive status across his chest. The final person in the room was a tall, slender Asian guy. Smooth, with floppy dark hair his chest was free of hair or letters, but a light treasure trail led down to a cock that he was jerking furiously whilst watching the scene before him. The twink moaned as the tattooed guy pounded him hard, and growled "Yeah, you love that you little slut! You wanna take my toxic load and get that last letter?" The twink moaned in response, "No, stop, please, I don't want it", as he pulled at the restraints. Dan was momentarily concerned as the twink desperately tried to free himself from the inevitability of infection. "Too late slut, two loads and now my precum is enough to turn you on its own, you're already a poz slut so live with it." He leaned forward and pulled that gag up, muffling the twink's desperate cries of defiance into mumbles. Dan jumped slightly as he felt a finger in his cum-filled hole. The black guy was behind him and whispered "Don't worry, there's a safe word, but he won't use it." "Was he neg to start with?" Dan asked. "Does it matter?" was the response, with the addition of "...but he won't be after this load." Dan was jerking his cock hard as he watched the tattooed guy gasping, signalling his imminent explosion into the twink, the finger in his hole felt good as it worked inside, pushing Greg's hot poz seed further into him. Dan imagined the creamy load, filled with its toxic passengers burying itself inside him as tattoo roared and thrust his cock in ball-deep, filling his skinny victim with a dirty load. The twink moaned under his gag as tattoo withdrew, his dick slick with cum and ass, the Asian guy leapt down from the chest of drawers on which he was sitting at the back of the room and eagerly cleaned the messy, still hard, dick as the black guy whispered to Dan "Looks like it's your turn." Dan approached the bed where the twink lay, his hole open and used. He pulled down the gag and went in to kiss the beautiful boy deeply. Almost reflexively, the twink raised his legs in the air as Dan pressed his solid dick against the smooth ass in front of him. "I'm gonna breed you now, slut," Dan whispered as their tongues explored each other, whereupon Dan suggested "but I think you need to struggle." Pulling his face to one side, the twink moaned "No, please, no more, I don't want it bare, I don't want to be poz! Stop raping me." With those words Dan plunged his dick inside the twink's hole, already slick with lots of cum. Dan didn't need lube to get ball-deep. The twink howled with pleasure as Dan piston-fucked him; he'd been needing to fuck like this all day, all week, and this twink was exactly what he needed. Tattoo leaned over as he painted the letter onto the twink's chest, marking him visibly as surely as he had internally. Seeing this pushed Dan over the edge and after only a few minutes he felt his cock surge and the twink's hole tense as he unloaded deep inside. Hoping this was his last neg load, Dan pulled his dick out and the tall skinny Asian went to work cleaning his dick. The black guy released the restraints from the twink who removed the blindfold to reveal quite how model-perfect he was. He rolled over onto his front and closed his eyes. The black guy motioned to the skinny Asian who assumed the twink's place on the bed and as he left the room Dan heard the click of restraints being secured. As he walked down the corridor, Dan felt a hand on his shoulder. Heavily muscled arms pressed him against the wall and he had a glimpse of a familiar sleeve tattoo as a huge dick began sliding into his hole. To be continued...

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.

Chapter 10: Getting to Know the New Guys Through the course of the winter, Duarte had a couple more dates with Archer McManus, although these ones didn’t take place in Twink Heaven – Duarte had gotten enough teasing from the guys after the first one. That didn’t stop Dylan from trying to find out. “So where are you guys going for your date tonight, Duarte?” “We go… somewhere.” “For dinner?” “Yes.” “And after dinner?” “Then we go… somewhere else.” Dylan had just discovered that Duarte was a total expert in the fine old art of acting coy. A couple of weeks later, Duarte was left at a loose end when Archer had to leave town. He’d gotten an extended gig dancing in a club and filming porn on the side in Prague, and would be away for a couple of months, maybe more. Duarte drooped around the house for a week or so, sulking and pining for the man of his dreams, but then recovered enough to start having some visitors again, just to keep his equipment in good working order. Then there was the night when Ryan came home and found a mysterious note from Leo on the door of their room. “Dylan wouldn’t let me have the playroom. Please sleep somewhere else. Urgent!” Fortunately for Leo and his unexpected guest, Ryan was a pretty laid-back guy. He just shrugged philosophically, and after listening at the door for a minute (and hearing nothing very definite, just some heavy breathing) he went back to the living room, via a detour to the linen closet to grab the emergency bedroll, and then went to sleep on the sofa. He was awakened twice: once when Dylan’s hot date of the night left rather noisily, and the other when Leo ushered his guest quickly and quietly through the apartment and out the door. Ryan caught only a passing glimpse of a tall man with curly dark hair. In a set-up with six gay guys sharing one spare room for entertaining visitors, stuff was bound to happen. One day, Ricky happened to be taking a floor-to-floor shortcut on the stairs to drop a borrowed book off at a friend’s apartment. When he came out of the stairwell on the ninth floor, the elevator door opened and Arpad Nagy stepped out, walking down the hall away from him. He noted which door the porn model opened with his key, but then he stepped aside into the alcove of another door to avoid being spotted. Making a note of the apartment number, he smiled to himself and returned to his business. That Thursday, he decided to pay an unannounced booty call at seven in the evening. He walked down to Nagy’s apartment again and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. The door opened a fraction on the chain, and a voice growled, “I’ve got company coming! Get lost!” “Okayyy,” Ricky replied, a shade plaintively, but also curious as hell as to who the evening visitor might be. He slipped down the hall, dodging again into another door alcove as the elevator chimed. He peered around the corner. This was a bigger, huskier man, but that was all he could see through the dark blue hoodie with the hood pulled up over the head. The man was carrying a well-stuffed backpack. He knocked on Nagy’s apartment, the door opened, and the voice said, “Well! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” as the door closed again. Ricky walked back down and leaned against the wall next to Arpad Nagy’s door, listening for sounds from inside. He heard a series of indeterminate little bangs and thumps, interspersed with some plainly sexual moans. Then he heard the voice again. “Fuck… fuck… Daniel, that’s so fucking good. Eat my ass… stick your tongue in me… get me ready….” Ricky had his hand clamped onto his own bulge, squeezing it with considerable energy as it rapidly hardened. The name “Daniel” didn’t convey any meaning to him, but the words and the assorted sounds sure did. He got the front of his trousers yanked open, as he continued listening. More assorted banging sounds, and then the voice again: “Fuck, Daniel, quit wasting time. I can’t wait for it. Get that dick inside me and fuck my brains out!” “You want this cock?” “Fuck yes! Quit teasing me and fuck me!” The sounds got louder and clearer. Ricky had his hand wrapped around his raging erection and was jacking at top speed. From behind the door came the loud slapping sounds of hips smacking against butt cheeks, and the harsh, irregular breathing of the top driving into his bottom’s hole as fast as he could go. At that speed, he thought, they won’t last long. They didn’t. “Fucking cumming….” Then followed the unmistakable grunts and groans of two men in full rut spurting out their seed, followed in turn by the loud thumps of two exhausted sex fiends falling onto the floor. That did it. Ricky moaned loudly as his cock exploded in his hand, spraying a fountain of cum up and all over the painted wall of the corridor. He quickly zipped up and got the hell out of there, leaving behind another mess for the superintendent to clean off the wall the next morning. Back in his own room, Ricky tore off his clothes and lay on the bed, his cock jutting straight up into the air above him. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began pumping, his mind replaying a mental recording of the soundtrack from that hot scene behind the door of Arpad Nagy’s apartment. In his imagination, he was seeing that golden man, the Hawaiian Nine, looming above him and pounding down into his tight hole. In just a few minutes he fired another load into the air, but his cock still refused to go down. It was at this point that Dylan walked in after working into the evening. He took one look at his friend’s naked body and rigid cock, and said, “Oooh, is that for me?” Ricky opened his eyes, and snapped, “No! But I want yours inside me, now. I want you to fuck my hole and breed me deep and hard.” Never one to refuse such an alluring invitation, Dylan quickly ripped all his clothes off and got onto the bed, pushing his hard tool into Ricky’s ass. Ricky groaned and began beating his meat again as Dylan started pounding into him, deep and hard as requested. Dylan could tell Ricky was getting close and he speeded up to match, which was easy since he hadn’t shot off in three days. In no time, Ricky was winding up to shooting Load Number Three while Dylan was himself rapidly approaching the point of no return. It all happened very quickly, as Ricky’s tool convulsed and sprayed yet another jet of cum into the air, while his hole grabbed hard at Dylan’s pounding cock. That death grip brought Dylan right up to the point in short order, and before Ricky had finished his orgasm Dylan was blasting off deep inside him. As the final vestiges of Dylan’s explosion tailed off, he collapsed across Ricky’s prone body, gasping for air. After both of them got their breath back, Dylan said, “All right, now suppose you tell me what brought on that sudden wave of terminal horniness.” After Ricky explained what he had overheard, Dylan nodded. “Yeah, that would do it, especially when you’ve been trying to add his cock to your collection of ‘Famous Dicks That Have Fucked Me’.” Ricky had never told Dylan about the quickie in the alleyway. It was a few months after that before Ricky saw the Hungarian porn stud again. Once again he was sunning out by the pool when he saw Arpad Nagy walk out of the building, followed by a bigger, huskier man whose very brief red swimsuit appeared to be painted on over a hefty bulge. Ricky eyed the big man, thinking that he looked familiar. Then he put down his sunglasses to pull off his t-shirt and Ricky recognized him – the famous porn stud and company owner known as the Hawaiian Nine. He watched the two of them pull a pair of loungers close together and then sit and lean back, linking hands with each other as they did so. Ricky was a little startled. Rumours had swirled for years about these two being an item, as Dylan had told him soon after his arrival in California, but nobody ever had any first-hand report of actually seeing them together. Then the company, Hawaiian Nine Films, had been sold and the Hawaiian Nine himself had vanished, going M.I.A. from WeHo for over a year. Ricky, of course, had no idea of all the complex interplay of attitudes, emotions, and personalities behind the scenes of that story, and wouldn’t have cared if he did know. The foremost thought in his head was simple lust. He’d been dreaming of taking that massive thick cock inside his ass ever since the first time he’d seen the man at work, on Alan’s bedroom wall theatre screen, and now that epic tool was here, and practically within his reach. Just the thought of it was enough to make his hole start twitching. His hole twitched even harder when the two of them stood up and dived into the water for a swim, and then came out of the pool and up the steps near his seat. Just seeing the six soft inches of cock in the front of that tiny red suit made Ricky’s cock start oozing. He gave them a few minutes to settle down again, and then got up and wandered over that way to say hello. The sad truth was that Ricky really had no experience in flirting. It wasn’t something he’d ever had to practise. But this time, Nagy forced the issue by starting the conversation so that Ricky had to reply in kind. “Yes? Do I know you from somewhere?” That was a particularly dirty opening gambit, and the smirk on Nagy’s face showed that he knew it. Ricky, too, knew damn well that with the boyfriend sitting right there, and more than big enough to flatten him, this was not the time to say, “Yeah, have you forgotten how you pulled me into that alley and fucked my brains out last fall?” He fumbled and stumbled a reply. His next few utterances weren’t much more coherent. Ricky was desperately trying to think of something complimentary to say that didn’t sound either sarcastic or like a really bad porn script – without success. Finally, though, the Hawaiian Nine took pity on him and handed him a bottle of suntan oil. “Here. Do our backs.” The two of them rolled over, and Ricky popped open the bottle. This, he could do. He straddled Arpad Nagy’s back first and gave his best in a backrub with the oil, working it right down to the waistband of the man’s swimsuit, and then coming up the backs of his legs to the leg openings. But when he shifted over to the Hawaiian Nine, that was when he really began to lose it. The guy was so beautifully muscular, his rich copper-brown skin tone so enticing, so fucking perfect in every way, and Ricky found that digging in with his hands was just making his cock harder and wetter by the second. Why, oh why, he thought, did I have to go and wear the light pink swimsuit today? The black one wouldn’t have shown the precum stains. But he kept working away, until he had thoroughly covered the back of the hunk’s broad shoulders and taut waist. Then the two of them rolled back over, thanked him politely but with no hint of encouragement, and settled back with eyes closed and hands linked. Ricky walked away, dampened in more than one sense of the word. Damn it all! So near and yet so far. He could see a half a dozen faces around the pool grinning at his disappointment and his even more obvious physical discomfort, as he struggled to contain his hard dick inside his suit which was definitely too small for the purpose. He had to jump into the pool himself, both to conceal the dark, damp patches over his crotch and to try to get his cock to deflate a bit. It was obvious, though, that the two porn guys were now in permanent residence as he continued to see them around the building on occasion, and usually toting bags of camera gear and tripods. Always a polite hello, never anything more. But one thing he had learned by now, via the grapevine, was that both of them were now running an event photography/videography business and had permanently retired from the porn industry. One day, Ricky paid one of his periodic social calls on Jim and Steve. He tried to discreetly drop the name of the Hawaiian Nine into the conversation, but Jim wasn’t fooled for an instant. “Oh, so you’ve got him in your starry-eyed gunsights now, have you? I’d give up on that fantasy if I were you. He’s a changed man.” “That’s right,” Steve chimed in. “For years he never had sex with anyone unless there was a camera pointing at him – strictly business and only business. But now, the little boy with the arrows has shot him through the heart. He’s in luuuve, and it’s his first love as well as the great love of his life. He’s off the market, in no uncertain terms.” Ricky sighed. He’d come to the right place to get the facts, as opposed to the community’s salacious, endless, garbled gossip which so often ended up giving to airy nothing a local habitation and a name, but the answer he’d gotten wasn’t the one he was hoping for. However, Steve took pity on him, and dropped in a note of comfort. “But here’s what we’re going to do. We’re planning a Friday evening drinks and nibbles party for them next week. They’re our friends, and we thought it would be nice to let them meet some of our other friends in the building, and that includes you and Dylan. Seven o’clock till ten on the sixteenth.” “Thanks, Steve. I’ll be sure to let Dylan know. Just give me a second here to block it off on my calendar.” He quickly entered it into his phone. As he did that, Jim spoke. “Okay, that’s enough talk about the Hawaiian Nine, it’s ruining my self-confidence the way you fellows just keep bleating on and on about him.” Steve and Ricky both laughed at him, and the conversation moved on to other topics. And then the visit shifted from the living room to the bedroom, where the highlight was that Steve had promised to let Ricky have the full treatment from the infamous Rod Rammer’s enormous tool. Even for a bottom as experienced as Ricky had now become, it was a struggle. That cock was so damn huge, and he had to really work at it with a lot of patience. It took nearly twenty minutes of effort before he was finally able to drop down the last inch and a half and plant his cheeks squarely on Steve’s hip bones. Riding up and down on that monster wasn’t a bit easier. Jim had to sit on Steve’s face to get his hands into a position where he could help Ricky to keep his balance as he had to slide up for what felt like halfway to their penthouse’s extra-high ceiling, and then slide all the way back down again. He wasn’t able to do it very quickly, but the fact that he could do it at all and take the entire length of the legendary Rammer deep inside him over and over again put him into a very exclusive club. So did the fact that he was able to keep going for ten minutes of it, no less, until Steve lost it and let his balls empty out into Ricky’s hard-working ass. And Steve, in the meantime, had been enjoying the pleasant task of licking and slurping on Jim’s ass to keep him occupied. Once Ricky had finally pulled up and off and laid down at the side of the bed to wait for his hole to close up again, Jim had taken over, giving Steve what he really wanted – a good deep ass fuck and a nice hot load of his husband’s sperm deep inside him. As he had so often before, Ricky found himself shaking his head at the thought of such a gigantic piece of man meat being wasted on a guy who actually wanted to be on the bottom. Later on, after getting dressed again, they settled down for another drink (“Just Perrier for me,” Jim said with a wink), and Steve had to caution Ricky again. “Listen, Ricky, I know you’re just dying to tell the immediate world who fucked you today, but I’m begging you not to tell anyone – please. If the word gets out that Rod Rammer fucked someone again, I’ll have three-quarters of the world’s gay men beating a path to my door – not to mention all the porn producers who will want to tempt me out of retirement, over and over and over!” Ricky promised, but then his curiosity got the better of him. “So how did the Hawaiian Nine get you to come out of retirement if you didn’t want to?” Jim interrupted before Steve could even get his mouth opened. “My job at the time wanted me to go on a field mission in Europe for six weeks, and this poor guy just got sooo lonely without me.” Steve batted right back. “Yeah, I know, Jim, your fatal attraction. Such a sex god.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, and then laughed loudly. “Actually, Ricky, I wanted to do the Nine a favour. I knew he was planning to retire and leave town, and I thought it would be a good way to cap off his career and get people off my back at the same time if I let him fuck me on screen after I fucked him. And by the way, his real name is Daniel, Daniel Nakamura, and his boyfriend’s real name is Laszlo Kertesz. And don’t forget, he really hates it when people call him the Hawaiian Nine now so please remember that when you meet him here.” Ricky and Dylan arrived at the party at 7:30, late but not fashionably late – in other words, not the first to arrive but also not the last one who always has to make a Grand Entrance. Alan was already there, standing back in a discreet corner as usual, but they swung by to have a quick hello and chat with him for a minute or two. Then they headed for the drinks table, helping themselves to a couple of glasses of Perrier with lime. At that point, Steve and Jim were chatting with Daniel and Laszlo, so they headed that way next. “Daniel, Laszlo, this is our resident young go-getter, Ricky, and his equally energetic friend Dylan.” “We’ve met Ricky before. Dylan, good to meet you.” “Thanks,” Dylan replied. Then Laszlo decided to get a bit catty. “So, Dylan, do you have a hard time keeping him under control?” Daniel elbowed him discreetly. Dylan chuckled. “Not at all. That’s his problem. We’re roommates and friends, but that’s all. Any messes either of us get into, we’re on our own to fix them.” Ricky chimed in, “So, I’ve heard that you are running a photography/videography business now?” Daniel replied, “Yes, we’re doing both. Laszlo is the photographer, and I’m on video.” As he said that, Laszlo pulled out a card and handed it to Ricky, who looked it over and slipped it into his pocket. Then, proving that he could be much more controlled on his own, he asked another question about their business and the conversation flowed smoothly from there. After a few more minutes, he and Dylan excused themselves to let other people meet the guests of honour. Later that night, Daniel and Laszlo sat over a final drink with Steve and Jim. Daniel was musing over the people they’d met. “Steve, that young friend of yours, Ricky, really surprised me tonight.” “That’s good. I know you told me about how clumsy he was about trying to flirt with you at the pool, but that clumsy flirting is only one part of Ricky. There’s a lot more to him than that, and I’m sure he’s going to go places in the world – if he ever learns to keep his horse in the stable.” They all laughed, but then Jim added his two cents worth. “And after all, he’s still young. Still a month or so shy of his twenty-first birthday.” “Really?” Laszlo had raised his eyebrows a bit. “And he’s already an acting store manager at Teed and Tylor Bespoke? That’s impressive for such a young fellow.” Jim smiled reflectively. “I think he’s a bit like you, Laszlo, in that he’s gone through a lot more than most people his age and picked up a whole range of life lessons very quickly. It’s all gone to make him a lot more mature than most of his contemporaries – except when he thinks about sex.” That drew another laugh from all four of them. In another apartment of the building, somebody else was getting catty. “You did really well tonight, Ricky. Ten whole minutes of conversation and your eyes never once dropped below the belt.” “Very funny, Dyl. I think perhaps you weren’t quite so controlled.” “Maybe not, but it was the first time I ever met them close up. You’ve already had a couple of chances.” “It’s funny.” Ricky’s voice was dropping into a more thoughtful register. “We gay guys can be so bitchy when we feel like it. Sometimes we do it way too much – and sometimes we spend way too much time and energy focusing below the belt. But I enjoyed meeting those two tonight and learning a bit more about them besides what everyone can see on their films. That was intriguing. I think I’d like to get to know both of them better. Interesting personalities.” “While not forgetting their cocks and asses, right?” “Well, duh!” That set both of them laughing.. Over the next few months, it became apparent that Daniel and Laszlo shared Ricky’s feelings. A meeting in the lobby now became a chance for a quick moment’s conversation – Laszlo’s exclusive photo work for FourWinds Resort in Kauai, Ricky’s promotion to permanent store manager, Dylan nailing a manager’s job at Shell Games, a new deluxe seafood restaurant owned by the same company which owned Shooting Stars. Daniel and Laszlo both perked up their ears at that one. “I hadn’t heard of that. Where is it?” “Just another block and a half down the street past Shooting Stars, same side.” “Laszlo, we have to try it out.” “Definitely. Dylan, real change of pace for you.” “Sure is. I got the line on the job from Steve, he’s working for that holding company now. Hope to see you down there soon.” In this way, in bits and pieces, Ricky and Dylan built another key friendship into their circle. The four of them got so comfortable with each other that conversations often became flirtatious – but nothing more than that. A part of Ricky still found that hard to take, but only in part. Overall, he felt that he was ahead in the Game of Life by virtue of having two more solid, reliable friends in his circle. He would find out in due time just how right he was in that feeling. A few months later, they got a surprising email from Daniel. If you’re free tonight in WeHo, Come on down to Shooting Stars at 8:30! It’s a Coming-Out Party for Silvio!!! He just joined the tribe this morning, so Come on down, enjoy some tunes, Dance up a storm, share food, drinks and kisses, And we’ll show Silvio a whole lot of love! Let’s make this the biggest night of his life!!! Needless to say, they went – and brought along the entire Twink Heaven crew with them. Everybody they’d ever met in WeHo, and a good number more, had packed into the bar. There were twink boys, daddies, porn performers, muscle beach men, and so many more. The huge roar of approval when Silvio arrived with Laszlo nearly blew their ears off. Everyone was cramming onto the dance floor with shirts off, sweating, drinking, laughing, moving in unison to the music – and a fair bit of groping and pinching and squeezing too. The bar staff were going crazy trying to keep everyone well hydrated. It was the blowout party of the year, some said of the decade. And Ricky and Dylan were right there in the middle of it all. At midnight, when Daniel got up to make a speech and introduce Silvio by name, Ricky couldn’t help thinking he’d seen Silvio before, but it took him a minute – and then it hit. As soon as Silvio finished speaking, and the music started again, he made his way over to Leo. “You’ve fucked with him, haven’t you, Leo?” “Who?” “Duh – with Silvio!” “Yeah – but how did you know?” “Because I saw you whizzing into the condo with him that night,” Ricky said accusingly. “I knew too,” Ryan put in. “I woke up a bit from sleeping on the sofa and saw him leaving.” Leo looked crestfallen. “Fuck, a guy just can’t keep any secrets around Twink Heaven!” They all laughed, but then he went on. “But I was being secretive for Silvio’s sake, and now you know why. Damn! I’m so happy he’s finally gotten out of the closet. For his sake!” he added hastily as Ryan shot him an X-ray look. Later on, Ricky and Dylan were dancing in the middle of the crowd when they found themselves close to Daniel and Laszlo. Ricky just “accidentally” let his hand brush against Daniel’s pec. Daniel laughed, leaned in close, and said, “Still trying, are we?” But it was the measure of how good friends they were all becoming, that Ricky, Dylan, and Laszlo all laughed with him. A few months later, they got an even more intriguing email. This one came from Silvio and was an invitation to a stag weekend for Laszlo and Daniel, who were getting married at the end of the month. It was in a clothing optional resort in Palm Springs. Dylan looked at the details, and said, “Ricky, we have to make up our minds and get in there fast – that place, I’ve been there, and it isn’t that huge; this party is going to sell out in no time!” They filled in the form and emailed it back, sending their money online at the same time, and got themselves a room in the resort. Then they asked around for any friends who were also going and got together to arrange a ride. Once they arrived, they found themselves in the room right next to Silvio, and the handsome younger Hawaiian guy who was sharing with him. They stopped in to say hello, and Silvio introduced them to Daniel’s younger half-brother, Darren. Ricky was all set to race Dylan for the privilege of getting into bed with these two studs, but Silvio waved them off. “You need to save it all for tomorrow, and so do we. Right, Darren?” And he winked at Darren as he said it. “Maybe we can catch up with you two and your cute little twink asses on Sunday,” Darren put in, not wanting to seem disinterested. Ricky and Dylan ended up hooking up that evening with Will and Eddie, the two guys who’d been responsible for all the amazing camera work on the Hawaiian Nine movies and had even jumped in for an impromptu guest appearance in one of them. That gave both Ricky and Dylan a good pair of loads to start off the weekend. By one o’clock on Saturday afternoon, the deck area around the resort’s pool and extra-large hot tub was full of enthusiastic partygoers, and a fair number were already in the pool and hot tub. Ricky and Dylan wandered around, completely butt-ass naked like most of the men there. They took in the sight of the large deluxe sunbed at the far end of the courtyard, which had been decorated with a canopy fringed with multicoloured condoms and sex toys, and a huge sign reading “JUST (ABOUT) MARRIED!” The two grooms-to-be were to make their grand entrance at half past one, but nobody was waiting that long to get things going, especially Ricky. He’d just spotted an impressive dick on a tall, lean black man, and he wanted to get that meat into his mouth and up his ass as soon as possible. “Catch you later, Dyl,” he said quickly, and then headed over to get the action moving. Dylan shook his head with a rueful smile on his face, watching Ricky go right into full-on orgy mode. He dropped right to his knees in front of the black stud, whose name was Marcus, and began going crazy on that cock which rapidly swelled up to a full size that challenged Steve for length if not for thickness. Marcus was quick in another way, too. It took no time at all for the taste of precum to make itself felt in Ricky’s mouth. He was plunging all the way down, almost to the root of that giant black tool, when a storm of cheering erupted. Ricky didn’t even look up to see the grand entry of the guests of honour; he was preoccupied with what he was doing to Marcus. In another minute, Marcus pulled him to his feet, spun him around, and pushed him down onto a nearby lounger. Ricky scrambled onto all fours, thrusting his ass out eagerly for that huge black fuck rod. Marcus planted the tip against Ricky’s hole which he could feel was already lubed up, a sensible precaution. Marcus grinned as he pressed inwards in one long smooth stroke, in and in and in until the blond boy’s ass had swallowed all but about the last inch of his shaft. He then stirred it around a bit inside the hole until something shifted, and he was able to push the last bit deep into Ricky’s fuck tube. Ricky groaned deeply but didn’t try to get away. He couldn’t have if he wanted to, because Marcus had a death grip on his shoulders, holding him all the way onto that monster dick. Marcus began thrusting deep into Ricky’s tunnel, pulling almost all the way out, and then plunging all the way back in. In no time, he had worked up to a furious storm of fucking, while Ricky clutched desperately to the frame of the lounger and held on for the ride. He’d been pounded before, to be sure, but this stud took the whole thing to a completely different level. The loud smacks of Marcus’ hips against Ricky’s butt cheeks quickly drew an audience, and soon there was a good-sized crowd of fifteen or twenty horny men, standing around and stroking their own or each other’s cocks as they watched Ricky getting hammered. “Fuck, man, look at that cock going in him,” one awestruck voice said. Marcus ignored the audience, simply getting faster and faster and, impossibly but actually, going deeper inside. It was as if he’d opened up a whole other cavern inside Ricky that no one else had ever reached. His dark hips became a flying blur, the smacks blended together into a drumroll of noise, and then Marcus shouted, “Fucking breeding you!” as he erupted inside Ricky, pumping a huge load of his seed deep inside the WeHo twink bottom. Ricky blew off at the same time, hands free, and three or four of the onlookers lost it and spilled their loads too. Eventually Marcus slowed to a halt, and pulled out, wiping the last drizzles of cum from his cock onto Ricky’s ass cheeks. That cock was still twitching slightly, as if it wanted to pump out a few more squirts. Marcus gave Ricky’s ass a slap, and said, “Great hole, slut – get some more in there.” Ricky leaped to his feet with a yell of triumph, giving a fist pump, and then reaching back to swipe the cum off the outside of his ass. He licked that all up off his hand, and then called out, “Okay, who wants sloppy seconds?” At once, a stocky, muscular man with a beard stepped out of the crowd. He was shorter than many of the guys there, about Ricky’s height in fact, but he wasted no time putting himself in charge. He shoved Ricky down onto the lounger on his back, lifted his legs up, and sank a thick seven-incher deep into Ricky’s hole. This guy was so wound up already from watching Marcus at work that he lasted for only a couple of minutes of pumping before blasting off inside the hole. When he pulled out, another man, taller and thinner, slipped his cock into Ricky’s ass while his friend pushed another big rod down Ricky’s throat. The two of them kept spit-roasting Ricky for the next five minutes until the guy in his mouth came. He then bent down, slurped some of his load back out of Ricky’s mouth, and straightened up to swap it with his buddy in a wet kiss. That set the other guy’s explosion off, and a third massive load blew into Ricky’s hole. But the audience had vanished. When those two pulled out and left, Dylan was there to get Ricky to his feet. “Come on, Ricky, you gotta see this – it’s wild!” Most of the men had crowded around the canopied sunbed. Ricky and Dylan pushed through the crowd until they could see the sunbed. At first, Ricky couldn’t quite make out what he was seeing. Eventually it resolved into six guys, in two groups of three, all plainly engaged in some hot sex but – equally plainly – not with each other. That was when he saw the two grooms lying flat on the sunbed, and figured out that two of the six men were sitting on their faces, two were riding on their cocks, and the last two were balls deep and fucking Laszlo and Daniel at top speed. All six were naked except for black hoods pulled over their heads and faces. Suddenly, Ricky jogged Dylan’s elbow. “Hey, Dyl, notice something odd? All six of those guys are exactly the same colour.” “So?” “It’s not natural. Look around you. Do you see six guys anywhere here with exactly identical skin tone?” “What about it?” “Body paint – that’s my guess. They’re trying to look identical. And it looks like they’re all the same height and similar build. That’s no accident.” “Ricky, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “Uh-huh. ‘You need to save it all for tomorrow, and so do we. Right, Darren?’ Remember when he said that last night?” “Wow…!” But their conversation didn’t get any further. They heard a couple of muffled yells from under the two butts planted on two faces, and the guys riding their cocks jammed down all the way and held it there. At the same time, the two guys fucking them speeded up and released within seconds of each other, breeding two hot asses. Then a voice yelled, “Switch!” All six of the nameless men jumped up to change positions. That was when the boys could see that Daniel and Laszlo had been shackled to the sunbed. None of the guys changed victims, but all six of them settled down into new positions, in the same distribution. It was at this point that Ricky felt a hand groping his ass and squeezing his cheek. A deep voice sounded in his ear. “Are you getting as hot as I am?” Ricky nodded. “Let’s go.” The man led him away to a lounger in a corner near the hot tub. “Go ahead, lie down.” This was an older man, one Ricky had never seen before, but he was attractive, with a good taut body – and that deep, almost hypnotic voice. Ricky settled down on the lounger. Past the man’s legs, he saw Dylan disappearing with another guy. Ricky lay back, lifting his legs up to expose his hole. The stranger leaned down and fingered his hole. “You’ve been fucked already today, haven’t you. How many?” “Three loads in my butt.” “Hmm. I’m not too thrilled. I prefer a fresh one. How about you fuck me instead?” “Of course.” They changed places, the older man sinking down on the lounger and rolling onto his back as Ricky stood up. The man handed him a pocket tube of lube, he applied some to his cock, and then closed it and handed it back. He bent down, planting the tip of his cock against the man’s ass, and then leaned until he slipped inside. He began fucking, and slowly began building up speed. But then another voice sounded in his ear, and he stopped dead. “That looks like fun. Are you enjoying fucking my husband?” Ricky figured he’d better take a strong approach. “Yes. He’s got a great ass. It feels wonderful.” The new man chuckled. “I can’t argue with you. Did he ask you to fuck him because you’d taken a load already?” “Three loads, actually.” “Mmm, that’s great. Unlike Henry here, I love sloppy seconds.” The man placed the tip of his cock against Ricky’s hole and sank all the way in with only minimal resistance. “You ever done a fuck train before?” Ricky nodded. “So you know the middle man has to control the train, right?” Ricky nodded again. “Okay, Champ, over to you.” Ricky began moving slowly, back and forth, taking his time to get everything properly aligned, and then slowly added speed, accelerating the motion. The cock in his ass was hitting nicely and, from the sound of the moans, the guy under him was getting it just right too. He was also enjoying the way the man on top was playing with his nips – just lightly, teasing them, not yanking them right off, and that made Ricky extra-sensitive. Soon the three of them were attracting an audience again, and with good reason. It couldn’t last long, though. The combinations of different stimuli on so many levels were pulling Ricky closer and closer to the point of cumming, even though he didn’t really want to. “You’re going to cum?” the top guy asked him. Ricky nodded. “So am I, so just go for it.” As for the one on the bottom, he heard the words and immediately grasped his cock, speeding up in a hurry to catch up to the two guys doing the fucking. Ricky came first, exploding with a loud cry into the ass of the man under him. Then the guy on top blew his load into Ricky’s ass. That left the bottom man, and he was still pulling hard on his cock. The top man knew what to do. He pulled out of Ricky and urged Ricky up and away. As the bottom guy plaintively called his name – “Joe!” – he plunged into his husband and fucked him vigorously, wrenching a load out that spewed all over the lounger as he came again inside his husband’s hole. Then the two of them dropped onto the lounger to kiss and cuddle, leaving Ricky standing there, feeling like the fifth wheel. He shrugged philosophically, and walked away, calling “Thanks” as he went. They gave no sign that they’d heard him. Back at the sunbed, the six guys of what Ricky was thinking of as the SWAT Team were busily cumming on or in the two grooms again. Then they stood up and marched away over to the bar for some drinks and eats. The onlookers stared in awe. Then a whole series of the guys who had been watching stepped forward until there were about ten of them standing around Laszlo and Daniel, who had apparently passed out or fallen asleep from their exertions. The group stood around the grooms, pulling hard on their cocks and egging each other on. Ricky joined them, thinking to himself, “Well, at least I’ll get to cum all over them.” Dylan joined them too, and the circle jacked their cocks harder and harder until their loads spilled out onto the two prone bodies, coating them with splatters of man cream from head to foot. After that, Ricky and Dylan headed for the bar to get some drinks and something to eat, and to listen to the chatter of the six guys in the SWAT Team. They didn’t pick up any clues, though. The guys were totally taciturn – “Uh-huh” or “Nope” being the sum total of what they said. No names, either, they just called each other “Number Two” or “Number Five,” not by name. As Ricky said to Dylan afterwards, the only clue was who was clearly missing in action, and the only two they could be sure of were Silvio and Darren, who were nowhere to be seen. After a breather, the SWAT Team went back to work and repeated the entire script of round one with their tied-down victims. Ricky guessed that they had switched up so that the ones previously doing Laszlo were now doing Daniel, and vice versa, but he couldn’t be sure. What he could be sure of was that there were still lots of rampant cocks looking around for places to drop their loads, and he wanted more. He decided to head for the hot tub, since he didn’t recognize any of the guys in there as having done him already. He got down in the water, and quickly found himself being fondled all over by numerous hands. Three more guys came along and sat down on the rim of the tub, feet in the water and cocks jutting up from between their thighs. “Come here, boy, and make our tools feel good.” Ricky went over and bent down to begin sucking. He worked on them one at a time, down the row and back again, getting all of them more and more ready to fire as he slurped on their dicks. After about five minutes, he had all three of them oozing plenty of precum, and that’s when he decided to go for it. He went right down, full throttle, on the first guy, sucking and slurping on his cock like a madman until the guy groaned and pumped a load of seed into his mouth. Holding it there, he moved on to the second one and drew his load up and out too. The third one was a bit slower, but Ricky managed to work a finger up into the guy’s ass and teased him down below as he sucked up above, and finally got his reward there too, sucking and swallowing a third load down. As he went back to his seat on the other side of the tub, a guy sitting there drew him over and got him to sit down on his lap – which meant, of course, that Ricky was impaling himself on the guy’s cock. They sat there, in the bubbling water, with Ricky slowly working up and down on the shaft inside him while they chatted with the other guys around them. The man who had Ricky on his lap began to get close, though, and grasped Ricky more firmly, holding him still so he could begin to thrust up inside that cute boy butt. In another minute or so, he let out a low groan and blew his sperm up inside Ricky’s busy ass cunt, and there was Ricky’s fifth load of the day. He took another breather then, leaving the hot tub and looking around. He saw Dylan lying on a lounger and getting plowed by a muscular Asian guy. He headed over that way, straddling Dylan’s face and giving his friend a cock to suck on while he got fucked. Dylan worked hard for his reward at both ends, and soon had the top blasting off into his hole while Ricky shot a load down his throat. The Asian guy wandered off after that, but Dylan and Ricky switched up, and Dylan began fucking Ricky. Before long, there was a Brazilian man – Ricky thought he was one of the models from the Hawaiian Nine films – standing there watching them, and Ricky threw caution to the winds. “Get that cock into me! I want both of you in me at once!” The Brazilian man got behind Dylan, slid his cock forward under Dylan’s balls, and slowly forced his way into Ricky’s hole, which stretched farther than ever before. Ricky was hissing, moaning, gasping for air at the massive invasion. It was the first time he’d ever done DP, and he was finding it a bit of a struggle, even for such an experienced ass. But he hung in there, and the two men worked him over harder. It didn’t take long, though. Dylan was almost ready anyway, and the other guy had gotten himself wound up by watching them. Dylan was the first to cum inside Ricky, and the feel of his hot slime pouring all over their tools soon brought the Brazilian guy off as well. And just like that, Ricky had collected two more loads inside his ass. When they slid out, he had a tough time getting his hole to clamp shut again. He lay down on a lounger, with cum oozing out of his ass. In no time, there was a willing volunteer to eat his ass, slurping up all the cream that came sliding slowly out and down his taint. By the time he had finished his clean-up task, Ricky had fallen asleep from his exertions. The ass eater considerately spread a towel across his body and left him to sleep. He woke up an hour later, feeling very much the worse for wear in his ass. Any more action would definitely have to wait for another day. The sun was dipping lower towards the mountains, and it was getting chilly. Ricky sat up and pulled the towel around him, and just then Daniel and Laszlo came sauntering by. Their tormentors had finally finished working them over and had left the key so an onlooker could release the shackles. “How many loads today, Ricky?” Laszlo asked. “Four here,” and he gestured to his mouth, “and seven in my ass.” “Sounds like a good day’s work.” “I’m not finished yet,” Ricky said hopefully, even though he knew he was. “Sorry, but both of us are.” “Yeah, I actually stopped fucking around to watch some of that action. Seeing those guys working you two over – man, that was so fucking hot. I fired off a load just from watching them going at you two.” They chuckled and walked on – and that’s when Ricky saw that Darren and Silvio had finally put in an appearance. He grinned and winked as Silvio walked by. Then he got up to go and get some clothes on before returning for the dinner buffet, as the sun was setting and it was getting chilly.

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Huge counterpoint... am millennial, still wanting lots of sex & have a pretty good sex life... and have noticed a similar drop off. I don't think it has anything to do with the reasons you mentioned, because those "reasons" were all around 5 years ago and 5 years ago sexual promiscuity in general was as crazy as ever, at least around where I live (SF area). People would throw fuck parties and they'd be packed. Lots of action on any weekend night at steamworks. My mid 20's self was surrounded by like minded people, all around my age. I can confidently say, millennials aren't having less sex for any of the reasons you mentioned. Really, what happened was COVID mixed with people getting older, mixed with general life anxiety increasing. Suddenly for 3 years you just couldn't do this stuff. Then next thing you know, it's too expensive to live in the cities where a lot of these biggest events were going on (and/or event rent was too expensive so events stopped happening). Both helped make things much more "app" and "one-on-one" focused if you were even bothering to get your horn dog on. Then, right when all of this was happening, many millennials are entering into their 30's. Not everyone in their 30's "slow down" but a lot do, and you know what helps force you to slow down? A global pandemic. Combined that with getting used to just using apps, the draw of going to fuck parties just isn't the same for many of these people (not me!). Hell, my husband is the perfect example of this. He was, defacto, one of the horniest cumdumps I've ever known, even online. Like, hitting 150+ load record weekend in his early 20s. When I met him, the pure instinct cumdump energy was strong and its part of why we're such a great sexual match. Then... covid happened. He went through some hard loss in his life as an indirect result of COVID, and I helped him through. Plus, just the act of being cooped up for over a year settling the brain down and reprogramming it a little. Now, he's actively just not interested. We'll fuck around with ourselves and friends, sure. And the sex is as great as ever. But he genuinely only goes to fuck parties now if I want to go and want him to be my wingman, and even then I can tell he's not really "into it". Which, was a shame... because right before COVID happened we has big discussions of taking an "off year" from playing around with friends to truly sexually let loose and go to tons of events. I think genX is used to only getting their rocks off through the help of things like saunas, bookstores, events, cruising, etc, which might by why you're seeing an age bias at the things you are going to. They're the kind of people who are going to stick with that approach and not just stick with apps. And I feel like if you're genX and still horny, you didn't get hit with the 30's libido drop that a lot of millenials are getting hit with the first time. As for genZ, I know a good handful of very horny genZ but yeah - the horny ones are a bit more of an exception. I think it's for similar reasons though that I outlined above. COVID just stole everyone's winds from everyone's sails and not that many people have bothered to put the wind back in them. I think the reality is, when times are good and things are bountiful, people fuck - a lot. When they aren't and when things are stressful - people tend to withdraw. The entire generation of Baby Boomers is proof of this.

I have to agree, the geo locators can be problematic. I've received messages while having someone over my house, telling me they knew a particular guy was with me, and could they join? Well, it's happened more than once, so I've learned to turn that off on my phone and log off the site. I had one guy, under the influence, show up at my apartment complex and couldn't figure out which unit was mine, so he started knocking on doors. I happened to have a family living below me with three children, I know they didn't appreciate a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It didn't take them very long for them to figure out who the guy was looking for. I ended up moving, not just for that reason but by the time I left it was well known I was gay and had a lot of traffic, at all hours of the day and night. The apartment complex was thrilled when I told them I was not renewing my lease. There was a lot of issues at that complex, I just added to the headaches for management. Technology is a wonderful thing, but along with that can also include some embarrassing moments.

Live in a small rural town outside Toronto. Finding a hard cock in this sleepy town is like finding water in the desert. However last night when I was leaving the gym I got a message from a 23 yr old young fit guy with 8in thick veiny cock that he wanted to fuck my ass. Went to his house. Fucked me doggy and gave me his first load. Since I was still beating myself the ass muscles clamped on his cock getting him hard again. Fucked a second load in me and by the time I had come he went for a third one and this time my favorite position in missionary. When he was walking me out I saw a picture of him with an older gentleman. Upon asking who the person is he said that he is his father. Of course I didn't tell him but his father had fucked me a few times last summer outdoors. Now I have his son's load in me as well. Left his place so full and so satisfied that my ass is still gaping from his love making. World is full of coincidences and wish I can take both father and son together once.

No condoms / No gloves - Only way

Sure there is: anonymous fucking removes all the barriers we normally associate with interacting with others. We neither know nor care to know their names, what their issues are, what their lives are like, on and on. We only care that they're our sexual brothers-in-the-life needing what we have - and we need what they have. Other than the most basic human instincts; behaving decently, not harming others, etc, is all we need to observe. This is particularly obvious in the fuckjoints, where a T can rut in Hole after Hole - a form of "connection" or even validation for both the T and b. I wouldn't call it "dehumanizing", as Mammut does above: I see it the opposite way. It's completely "humanizing" to share our sexual depravities with each other. All the cultural bullshit gets checked in the locker, right along with our clothes. The act of celebrating our Lusts with other men - holding the same Lusts, one after the other, is an affirming, uplifting act that benefits and reinforces the 'personhood' of each guy. No names, no faces, often no talk at all - just the sexual exchange of expressing our basic sexual needs.

Glory hole breeding is nice. I have bred a lot of bottoms through glory holes. I like them spread and ready, and I don't mind rimming first, especially if he has already taken a few loads. And I agree that the sloppier the better. Love it when another top's cum squishes out around my cock and down onto my balls when I slide into some fag's sexy ass. I also love the skin to skin contact, the whole body experience of breeding without the restrictions of a glory hole.

quickies are hot!

I hope you like this installment Amy, from the doorway, let out a catcall. Cody tried to jump up, but with Andy laying on top of him made it difficult. Cody was leaking cum from his well fucked ass. “Don’t let me interrupt, it looks like you're having more fun with my brother and my ex than you ever did with me.” Amy cajoled him, With that i felt Cody’s cock get hard again and poke at my ass. I guided it back into me and Andy slipped his into Cody. We were back into a hot 3way fuck again, and Amy disapeared from the room. By the end of the night, I fucked Cody once and Andy bred him twice more. Amy watched for a while, but left to go look for more prey. Andy was laying on his back while Cody rode him and I stood on the bed and fed Cody my cock. Andy pulled out some poppers and took a huge sniff and then handed them to Cody who expertly took a giant drag on them. Andy reached up pulled Cody back exposing Cody’s ass with Andy’s cock still firmly in place. Andy instructed me to add mine. Cody fought a little, but Andy held the poppers to his nose. It was tight, but the more he sniffed those poppers the more he opened up and soon we had both of our cocks in Cody. Andy whispered into his ear, “We took your mouth, we took your ass and you are taking our gift.” “We are going to knock you up, take our gift and then go out and pread it around to whoever you like” Cody just moaned in agreement. I am not sure he understood what the ‘gift’ he was getting. But he certainly went from straight to gay pretty damn fast. After that night with Cody. I woke up chilled to the bone and sweating profusely. I called Amy and Andy and they both rushed over to take care of me. Andy told me I was converting. They both stayed with me for a few days and even Cody came by to see what he was in for in a couple of weeks. I guess Amy took him aside and told him what the gift was. I guess he had been working his way through his closeted homophobe gym buddies one-by-one. (Maybe more on his adventures later). While he was there he coaxed me into a blowjob which led to him fucking me. I was in no condition to say no. Hell, even Andy took advantage of me in my weakened state fucking my ass several times a day. Of course, I sucked them clean when I was done. Fast Forward a few weeks Cody came down with the “flu”, and we all took advantage of him and surprisingly a lot of the gym studs did too. I guess when Cody decided he was going to get anyone that showed interest in him. He was the manager of the local chain gym that caters to the MILFs, guys with dad-bods and college jocks trying to hold onto their prime. He gave me and Andy free memberships. Within a week, we had scoped out about 10 guys we wanted to add to our little club from some hot dads to the college jocks. Amy had some MILFs picked out but that is another story in another forum. So Andy being the aggressor picked his first target. Jake a 35 year old, college QB who added about 30lbs since college and was now struggling to get it off. His wife no longer interested in sex. He hit on anything with a pulse. He even flirted with Andy and I knowing we were “friendly” having caught me sucking Andy in the shower. All part of Andy’s plan to get Jake comfortable with the idea of guys sucking. Andy figured if he did not report us to Cody. He was cool with it and maybe even down with it. Sone we learned his gym schedule. He would be there until close on Friday nights. So, we made a deal with Cody for his first conversion to do it at the gym. He was all for it. We all toiled away at the weights and cardio making small talk about this and that. Jake avoiding eye-contact with Andy and I as much as possible. Cody locked up for the night and told Jake that he, Amy, Andy and I were going to hang out and hit the sauna and hot tub that was for the exclusive members and drink some beers and he was welcome to stay. He tried to say he had no swim trunks and Cody assured him that we were all friends and he would not need them, and with that Amy flashed him her boobs as enticement. He was all-in. We all stripped down in the locker room with Andy fluffing his 8inch cock, Cody pumping his seven and me with my six gun leaving Jake with a 10 inch python. No wonder his wife had lost interest. He probably wrecked her everytime he fucked her. Cody grabbed us all a beer and we eased into the whirlpool with Amy sitting next to Jake and Andy next to her then Cody and I close-by. Jake was looking relaxed, but I could tell something was going on underneath the bubbles. Jake looked over at Amy, she just smiled and slipped out of the water. It was then that he realized the hand on his cock was Andy’s, but he did not fight it. His eyes rolled back into his head. Andy had magic hands. Cody convinced him to sit up on the edge of the pool and Jake did. Cody swallowed his cock as far as he could. Andy sucked on his large nuts and I kissed and licked his nipples. Amy, her job was done, She just watched from the corner. Cody slowly let his fingers swirl around Jake’s rosebud of a virgin ass. The 4 of us spilled out of the whirlpool and into the sauna. Where I got behind Cody and started to eat his ass. Cody was now throating Jake’s over-sized cock. Andy moved me out of the way and spit-roasted Cody for Jake to see. Jake was enjoying his blowjob, but wanted to fuck. Andy pumped into Cody for a good 5 minutes when Jake asked if he could fuck Cody. Andy nodded yes, but not before pumping a toxic load into Cody. Cody had Jake lay down on one of the benches then he straddled him and lowered himself down on Jake’s massive tool. I could see Andy’s load dribble down Jake’s member. They were a little awkward in getting their rhythm, but son Jake was slamming his 10 inch pole into Cody’s eager ass. I did my best to eat Jake’s virgin untainted hole, but I was able to get a finger in him and help him cum a little quicker. HE was totally flush from the fuck and the hear of the sauna. So, we scampered into the group showers. Where I got a chance to lick JAke clean and eat his ass a little more. I opened him up for Andy. I got Jake hard again. He was lost in lust. His dick seeing the first action in months. He didn’t care if it was from a man or not. What he was not ready for was Andy's big 8 inch prick up his virgin ass. Andy with my help slipped his cock between Jake’s ass cheeks, and slipped some poppers under his nose not giving him a choice but to inhale deep with the help of lube and spit Andy was able to wedge his thick cock into the former college qb’s virgin ass. Jake’s eye show wide-open, his mouth agape. I just had to kiss him. He was not repulsed. He even allowed my tongue to explore his mouth while Andy fucked his all too willing ass. Cody lined his cock up with my hole and easily slid into my well deflowered cunt. Andy and Cody both took their time to brutally fuck us both in the group shower. Andy had both hands on Jake’s shoulders as he railed his now all too willing ass. While cody hate fucked my hole. I begged for his poz cum. As Andy impregnated the fertile field of Jake’s ass. Before it was all said and done, Jake fucked both Cody and I, Andy and Cody fucked JAke twice each, and i got to clean them all up. Within a month or so, more than half of the gym studs were poz and some of the MILFs were as well Amy and Andy had sites on a bigger prey I hope you all like this one. It felt forced Sorry Joey

Part 6 The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Colt and I couldn't get enough of each other. We were fucking like animals everyday after school as well as finding more secret places at school for a daily blowjob. Sometimes Colt sucked me off, sometimes I sucked him off. And I have to admit, I liked sucking him off because I loved having the taste of his cum in my mouth as we sat in Trig. On Thursday, when we were behind the bleachers and he was on his knees sucking me and jerking himself, I told him to cum in his hand. When he did, I licked it all off. He loved that I loved the taste of his cum so much. On Friday, Colt told me he had to run an errand after school and that he'd pick me up at 6:00 for a surprise. Knowing him, it could have been anything, but as long as it involved sex with him, I was up for anything. That evening found us in his truck driving into Ft. Worth. Colt drove an 88 Ford F-250, black, and jacked up with monster tires. A perfect beast of a truck for a perfect beast of a man. He was looking his hottest that night with his black cowboy hat and sleeveless checkered shirt, his big ole belt buckle proudly sitting above his crotch in the tightest jeans he owned. I was snuggled up against him like his bitch, with his arm draped around me, lightly stroking my nip. He hadn't told me where we were going, but then, I didn't really care as long as I was with him. "So, don't you want to know where we're going?" He finally asked me. "I guess." I answered. "It's showtime. Gotta do a cam show." "Well Colt, I don't know about that." I said, sitting up a bit. "See, that's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be a pussy. Look, I'm not asking you to do anything, I just want you to be there. You know I love you." He said as he stroked my cheek. "I wanna share everything with you and not feel like we have secrets. Besides, you've already seen my shows, and you sure seemed to like them." He had me there. "Yea, you're right I suppose, as always." I laughed. "So, what kind of show is it tonight?" "A gangbang. Dante said he's got 15 guys lined up for tonight." My dick stirred in my pants as I pictured Colt taking 15 cocks up that perfect ass of his. Damn, I was turning into quite the [banned word]. Eventually we pulled up to a nice house, one of those Victorian ones in the older part of town. Carlos answered the door and let us in. The parlor and dining room were full of men already. All kinds, mostly older, a few younger ones, with all different body types. I recognized Ron and Billy and they gave me a little wave as I followed Carlos and Colt up the stairs. We entered a bedroom where everything was already set up, including a bag of powder, a pipe, some syringes and brown bottles on the night stand. "Here, drink this." Said Dante as he handed Colt a bottle of Gatorade. "The show starts in 20 minutes." Colt chugged the bottle down. "This your friend you were telling me about?" He said looking me up and down. "Yea, this is Austin. He's gonna chill and watch the show." "He's tasty." Dante said as if I wasn't even there. "Let me know if you ever want to make some money kid. I can make you a star like Colt." I blushed. "I don't think so. I'm just here for moral support." "Morals?" Carlos laughed. "You're boyfriend ain't got no morals. That's why he's so popular. He's a pig and he's fuckin hot as shit." "Oh you sweet talker." Purred Colt as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, kissing me deeply. "Mmmmm, you two look good together." Said Dante. "Seriously kid, think about it. It's good money!" I just kinda laughed as Colt pulled me onto the bed, sitting me next to him. He lit up a pipe and took a big hit before shotgunning it into me. I could see Dante rubbing his crotch out of the corner of my eye as Colt's tongue explored my mouth. My cock was rock hard in my jeans. After a few more shotguns Colt stood up. "Go sit over there." Colt directed me, pointing towards a chair in the corner. As I walked away he slapped me on my ass. "I love ya bitch." I just smiled and sat down, ready to enjoy the show. "All right stud, it's showtime." Announced Dante. "We got about 60 people watching, so let's give em what they paid for!" Colt's eyes just lit up as he started giving the camera his best slutty face. God he was such a whore, I thought as I rubbed my hard cock. "Hey guys." He began, looking right into the camera. "You ready to watch my teenage jock pussy get gangbanged?" He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his big flat pecs and washboard abs. He held up a pipe and took a big hit, slowly exhaling a big white cloud as he removed his shirt. He took another big hit and exhaled as he rubbed his chest and stomach. "Is the what you like, fuckers? You like watching me get fucked up before I get raped? You like it when I'm a high, slutty pig?" He took another hit, exhaling as he unbuckled his belt and popped his fly buttons, the thick white cloud washing over his naked torso. "Well I've taken a nice big hit of G, and I'm feeling good and slutty, like the cumdump I am." Colt smiled as he leaned down and pulled off one of his boots. With half closed eyes he brought the boot up to his face and licked it seductively as he groaned. "Mmmmm, I love the taste of a leather boot." I just sat there, mesmerized by Colt's performance as he slathered the boot with his tongue. It took me a moment before I realized Carlos was tapping on my shoulder, holding out a pipe. I smiled as I took it and inhaled a big hit just as Colt was taking another one. He brought his second boot up to his face and licked it as he slowly exhaled the cloud out of his nose. Then he stood up and teasingly pulled down his jeans, exposing a tight, yellow jockstrap. The pouch bulged with an odd shape. Colt just smiled into the camera as he pulled the pouch aside, revealing that his cock was locked in a cage. The huge monster was visibly straining in it's confines. "You like that guy's?" Colt cooed into the camera. "Tonight it's about this faggot jocks pussy, and nothing else!" He said as he turned around and bent over, spreading his cheeks and showing the camera his hot fuckhole. He turned his head to the camera and said, "I'm Colton Sawyer Cooper, I'm an 18 year old high school jock, and I'm ready to get gang fucked!" He sat back on the bed and pulled his jeans off his legs and his socks, and sat back in all his jock strapped glory as Carlos proceeded to tie off his bicep. Then Colt stuck out his tongue and groaned as Carlos slowly dragged the rig across it. Then he looked at Carlos with pure lust and said, "Yea, give it to me. Fuckin slam my faggot jock ass!" Carlos pushed the plunger on what looked like a big slam, and Colt's eyes and mouth flew wide open after the band was released, and he started panting like a bitch in heat as the bedroom door opened and the men poured in. Most of them wore some kind of mask and they varied from basic eye masks to full hoods. 5 of them wore none at all, including Ron and Billy. All of them were hard and stroking their cocks. Colt rolled on his back and spread his legs wide, showing the men his hungry hole. The men made all kinds of comments. "Fuck yea, look at that whore." "What a slut!" "He can't wait for cock in his hole!" "Fucking jock pig!" "Stupid fuckin cumdump!" "God yes!" Colt begged. "Fuck me like the whore I am!" The men just laughed as they surrounded the bed. The first guy climbed on the bed. He was apparently middle aged with a furry beer belly and an average sized cock. He slapped Colt hard across the ass. "Get on your hands and knees cunt!" He ordered Colt. Colt scrambled into position. I have to say, I loved seeing Colt in this position. It showed off his body so well from his big strong arms and broad, bull like shoulders to his flat stomach and small waist, culminating in his big, round white muscle ass sticking proudly out, awaiting its destiny. The man spit on Colt's hole a couple of times before spitting on his cock. He grabbed Colt's curly hair and twisted his face toward the camera. "What's your name again cunt?" He demanded. Colt looked into the camera with his glassy, lust filled eyes as another man held a brown bottle under his nose. Colt took two long huffs before he replied. "Colton Sawyer Cooper, Sir." Colt huffed more on the bottle as the man asked, "What high school do you go to bitch?" I was a little shocked when Colt answered, "Cleburn High, Sir." But I guess at this point the viewers pretty much knew everything about him. Colt huffed more as his face turned bright red and his eyes crossed a bit. "And what do you want slut?" Demanded the man. "Cocks, Sir!" Replied Colt as he huffed more, his head now being held up by the man gripping his hair. "Cocks in my hole, cum in my pussy!" "Anyone's cock? Any total stranger's cock, no matter what they look like?" "Yes Sir. Please Sir!" Begged Colt. "And why is that?" Growled the man. "Because I'm a pussy jock cumdump!!" Colt shouted. "That's right bitch!" Hissed the man as he yanked Colt's head back and simultaneously slammed his cock balls deep into the waiting hole before him. Colt let out a howl as his hole was ripped open with nothing more than spit. This gave the man who was holding the poppers a chance to ram his longer than average cock right down Colt's throat. Colt was obviously not prepared for that as he coughed and gagged. The man fucking him slammed Colt's head up and down on the cock like a rag doll as he power fucked Colt's ass, not giving either hole a chance to get warmed up, they were both just brutally battered. I hit the pipe again as I watched the man I loved more than anything get brutally raped in real life right in front of me. And my dick was hard as steel. The man fucking him didn't take long before he buried himself in Colt's hole and pumped a load of cum deep into him. As soon as he pulled out, the guy that had been fucking Colt's throat moved to his ass and rammed his cock into the hilt while the first guy moved to Colt's head and stuck his slimy cock into Colt's mouth and he cleaned it off like the hungry pig he was. It went like this for the first 4 men. The 5th man was a big bear of a man, with a huge cock to match. His large barrel of a body was covered in grey hair and tattoos. He rolled Colt onto his back and spread his legs apart. Dante got a close up of Colt's already gaping hole as cum dribbled out of it. Another man held Colt's head in his lap as he fed him more poppers. The tattooed man smiled down as the whore beneath him. "You want this cock boy?" He asked, showing a blurry eyed Colt his fat 10 incher. "Oh god, yes Sir!" Colt slurred. "Fuck me, PLEASE!" He begged like a wanton slut. The man stuck his fingers in Colt's mouth, pulling his jaw down, making his mouth wide open. He then proceeded to hock a loogie right onto Colt's tongue, followed by two big spits right into his mouth. He pushed Colt's mouth closed and rammed his fat cock into the waiting hole as Colt groaned and swallowed his piss and snot. The man held onto Colt's massive thighs as he plow drived his cock in and out of Colt for a good 10 minutes before he too was adding his seed into the mixture within Colt's guts. After he pulled out and another anonymous man enter Colt, he moved to Colt's head so the slut could clean off the slimy cum and ass covered cock. When he was clean, he slapped Colt hard across the face. "Open wide pig!" He ordered my man. Colt obeyed and within moments, the tattooed man was pissing into his wide open hole. The guy fucking him started pounding him harder as Colt valiantly tried to swallow all the piss, but it nevertheless poured out of his mouth and sloshed over his face and into his hair. The various men around him laughed at him and called him more degrading names. "Look at that nasty little piss pig!" "Yea he's not only a cumdump, but a toilet too!" "What a pathetic jock bitch!" "Someone else piss in that disgusting whore's mouth!" Another man stepped up and started pissing into Colt's mouth and all over his face as the guy fucking him dumped another load into his increasingly sloppy cunt. I sat there, glued to the scene playing out before me, my pants and shorts around my ankles, stroking my throbbing cock. I had obviously watched Colt be a submissive slut in his videos, but sitting here, watching it happen live was so much nastier and hotter. I watched as 4 more men fucked Colt's slutty hole and more used his mouth as a urinal, making the bed around his head a wet sloppy mess that his face was continually shoved into as he was fucked on his stomach. Finally, I could take no more and decided I needed in on the action. But I didn't want to show my face. I motioned Carlos over and told him I wanted a mask. "Hot damn!" He said as he fetched me a leather executioners hood. Perfect, I thought, as I was feeling very dominant and that fit perfectly. I put it on and walked naked to the bed as the last fucker was cumming in Colt. I grabbed his piss soaked hair and pulled his face into mine, staring right into his glassy eyes. "Guess who bitch?" I snarled. "It's your Master." Colt's fucked up eyes looked into mine and he smiled as he whispered, "Master." "That's right bitch." I said, really getting into the dominant role. "You've been putting on a good show for the audience like the good teenage jock faggot slut you are, but it's time to up the ante and really show them what your cumhole can take!" Colt just smiled. "Yes Master, please use me for your pleasure!" "Oh I will, whore. Don't you worry about that!" I said as I motioned for Ron and Billy to come over. "Your nasty slut hole is about to get double fucked!" I knew those two big cocks were going to split Colt wide open, and my heart pounded at the thought of it. I had Ron lay down on the bed and made Colt lie on his back on top of him. Then I grabbed a baggie of T and used some of the cum leaking out of Colt's blossoming rosebud to coat their cocks till they were nice and slick, then covered them with crystal. I could see Colt visibly shake in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen. I ripped his jockstrap off of him and soaked the pouch in poppers before I placed it over his nose. Then I sat my hole right on Colt's mouth and hooked my elbows around his knees, spreading him wide open. Billy placed Ron's cockhead against Colt's puffy, red hole, and Ron rammed it in. Colt shook and whimpered as his inflamed ass tissues started to burn. The he really screamed as Billy plunged his T covered cock in next, ripping Colt's hole wide open, however, his screams were muffled by my asshole covering his mouth and the only air he could get was through his popper covered nose. Eventually his body went kind of limp, but his tongue and mouth ate my hole with gusto as the boys pounded their two cocks into him. "Yea, fuck that slut!" I egged them on. "Show that whore what his hole was made for! It's nothing but a faggot jock cum receptrical!" Ron bucked his hips beneath us as Billy pulled out his cock all the way before slamming it back in while Colt moaned like a bitch and devoured my hole. I could see that Billy's cock had some red streaks on it, and I smiled knowing how busted Colt's ass was. Eventually, both boys shot their loads into my whore and pulled, leaving an angry gaping oozing red hole in their wake. I motioned for the last 2 guys to come over, both again with big cocks, bigger than the last two. This time I had Colt lay face down on the bottom guy as the big cock slid into his cum pudding hole like it was nothing. Then the other guy lined up his cock and stabbed it into Colt. Colt let out a loud groan and I grabbed his head, turning it to face the camera. "Look at your audience!" I ordered him, as I got even further into this dominant role. "Let them see your whore face as the big, bad high school football player gets his slutty faggot pussy used for what it was made for!" I fed Colt some fresh poppers as he just kinda babbled gibberish. I forced my hard cock into his throat and held him there as I pinched and pulled his nipples.Eventually, I started pissing, pulling back so only the head of my cock was in his mouth. "That's right bitch! Drink your Master's piss, and don't spill a drop, or else!" Like a good piss pig, Colt gulped down every drop as two more loads flooded his hole. They were the last two. Colt had taken 15 loads. But there was still more. I took the camera and handed it to one of the guys as Carlos and Dante climbed on the bed. This time they both laid on their backs and scooted their asses together. Dante's massive black cock and Carlos's fat Mexican pipe combined to make one, immense ass breaking cock. I measured and both my hands barely fit around it. "I think our whore could use a little booster first." Said the tattooed man as he picked up a rig. "I agree." I said, as I moved behind Colt and slid my arms under his pits, locking my hands behind his neck. The tattooed man tied off his arm and had the needle stuck in before Colt could even realize what was happening to him. Then the plunger went down, the band came off, and Colt was off and coughing. "Come on," I told Ron and Billy," grab his legs, you," I said to the tattooed guy, "We'll grab his arms. Let's lift him up." Now Colt was a big, heavy muscle boy, but the four of us were strong and we lifted him up and positioned his leaking rosebud right on the tip of Dante's longer cock. "Ok, on the count of three, drop him!" I instructed. "One." I said as another guy covered Colt's nose and mouth with fresh poppers in his jock. We held him there for a few moments as Colt breathed fast and deep from the slam. "Two...." "Three!" We all let go as Colt's heavy body dropped straight down onto the massive cock pole waiting for him. Even as fucked up as he was, Colt let out a scream as his hole was stretched wider than it ever had been. I held onto him enough so that he wouldn't topple over. "Come on guys, let's help this bitch get REALLY fucked!" I told the men. Ron and Billy each grabbed an ankle, spreading them wide apart, giving a full view of the insanely huge double cock as it ruined Colt's pussy. The tattooed guy and I each lifted Colt under his arms, and soon we were lifting and lowering Colt on the huge double cock, making sure his flaming hole rubbed into their pubes with each stroke. Soon, we were lifting him up and off the cocks, letting the camera get a good view of his distended ass lips before we dropped him back down, full force. Colt's head just flopped around, like his metal encased cock, as he was reduced to a mere thing. He wasn't even just a faggot jock pussy, he had become nothing more than literally a gaping, oozing hole. He grunted like a pig each time he was dropped onto their pubes as what was left of his hole became hamburger. And my cock throbbed harder than it ever had. Thank goodness it didn't take Dante and Carlos too long before they were shooting their loads into the fuck toy being forcibly bounced on their cocks. Colt flopped back onto the bed as the huge double cock slipped out of him. As high as he was, he was too fucked out to even move. But I hadn't cum yet. I lifted his legs to show the audience his bright red rosebud. Then, without even giving him a chance to breath, I started pushing my fist into him. Unsurprisingly I met zero resistance as his hole practically sucked my hand in. I marveled at the wet, gooey mush I felt in his guts. In no time I was halfway up my forearm as the tattooed man fed him more poppers. Colt gasped and groaned as I pushed my fingers deeper into him, past his second sphincter. My dick leaked like crazy as more of my arm dissapeared into him. Colt's eyes just rolled back in his head as he panted and whined as I made a fist inside of him and started pushing in and out. With each push I went a little deeper as the the tattooed guy worked Colt's titties. Before I knew it, I was elbow deep in that sluts wrecked cunt. And the next thing I knew, Colt was shaking and crying out like a girl as a huge load of watery cum flowed out of his caged cock. This was too much for me, and I pulled back my arm till only my fist remained in him. Then I shoved my throbbing cock into him. I wrapped my hand around my dick as they were both buried inside Colt, and jerked myself off inside my best friend, the love of my life as he continued to jerk and whine like a bitch. I shot my load into his mushy guts as I dumped what felt like a gallon of sperm. After I pulled out of Colt, and collapsed on the bed next to him, I watched as Carlos approached with a huge buttplug. It slipped easily into Colt. Then Carlos grabbed Colt and jerked him off the bed. He held Colt's arm behind his back as he pushed the exhausted teen out the bedroom door and down the stairs. He opened the front door and pushed Colt out, making him fall onto the grass. "Now beat it Punta!" He said as he spit on Colt. "Get your whore ass out of here until the next time." He said as he slammed the door. I watched through the window as a naked Colt scrambled to his truck and crawled in the cab. "Just a little extra fun for the audience." He laughed as Dante filmed it. Back upstairs in the room, as I got dressed and gathered Colt's clothes, Dante handed me $3500. "Three grand is for him." He said. "He totally earned it tonight. We're gonna make a fortune off this tape. Although, I don't know how we're going to top that. $500 is for you." "Thanks man. Can I buy some of that shit from you?" "Here." Said dante as he handed me a fat baggie, 3 loaded points and couple of pipes. "Consider this a bonus. Your slut was more than worth it tonight." "Thanks." I said, as I exchanged numbers with Dante as well as Ron, Billy, and the tattooed man whose name was Hank. "Here, you can keep this hood too." Added Carlos as he tossed it to me. "It looks hot on you." "And here's the whores cage keys." Said Dante as he handed them to me. "I think that whores weekend is far from over." I said with an evil smile as I took possession of the keys.

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.

My older brother started playing with me young so I had hair envy. Somewhere I got the idea to piss on my bare pubic area thinking it would sprout hair. Well they came at 10yo so I thought I was a genius. Didn’t get my chest hair till. 22-23 though

Chapter 24 Scotty It wasn't long before our newest slut was a confirmed card carrying member of our poz family. A couple of weeks after it was official I took him down to Max's place to get his biohaz tat. When we walked in Adam was working the front desk. "Scotty hey stud," he greeted me coming around and giving me a big kiss. "Max has talked about nothing but breeding your ass all morning. Good thing I'm not the jealous type." I burst out laughing, "Adam my dear boy with as much dick as Max gets for you how could you possibly get jealous?" He playfully punched me in the shoulder, then turned and noticed Brandon for the first time. "Damn! Please tell me you're a top because I'm going to need your dick in my pussy before I can allow you to leave today." He grabbed Brandon's crotch and gave it a squeeze. "Fuck boy, you just took three loads. You can't still be hungry," Max said entering the room. It was pretty funny to see these two standing side by side. Max at 6'4" and Adam at 5'5". I had introduced these two when I'd come in to get my bio haz tats. Our shy little Adam had instantly fallen under his spell and was proud to become his boy. He even quit his job and was now working for Max running the place and doing piercings. They looked happy. I'm sure the fact that Max loved watching his boy get used by other men didn't hurt either. I heard they even convinced Tommy, the other tattoo artist at the shop, to finally go off meds. So you could now come get a tat and pickup the bug or a recharge all in one stop. "Mmm mmm, who's your new friend Scotty and do I get to breed him?" Max said licking his lips. "Down boy," I chuckled, "all in good time. This is Brandon, the doc's nephew." "Oh I've heard about you. Several of my clients told me about the hot young man at the last conversion party. I was sorry we missed it. My boy and I did however love watching some of the clips that the guys filmed of you taking all those loads." "Oh shit, daddy is this the guy with that beautiful hairy cunt that was dripping cum?" Adam asked getting very excited. "I wanted to bury my face in there." I was laughing hard now. "If I didn't know better I'd say you guys haven't gotten laid in weeks." "Try twenty minutes," Tommy said coming out front. "They fucked my last client." "What?" Adam asked trying to act all innocent. "Our clients have come to expect a certain level of customer service when they visit us." "And I didn't hear you complaining when you took your turn sliding your cock deep inside his ass," Max said slapping Tommy on the back. "Seriously, how do you guys get any work done in this place?" I looked over at Brandon and could see the outline of his hard dick in his pants. "Told you you'd like these guys." He just had a stupid grin on his face. "So son, where are we putting you badge of honor?" "Well I'd kind of like to do it similar to Scotty's. One on my hip that I can always see and a larger one on my back. I know it can't be the same design but I love when I'm running behind him and he's got his shirt off and can I see that hot as fuck tat." He blushed and looked at me. "Is that okay, I won't do it if you don't want me to copy yours." God this kid was so fucking adorable. I just wanted to bend him over and breed his cunt right there. "I think that would be awesome and I'm guessing Tommy and Max can probably come up with a unique design to go around the one on your back if you want them to." I gave him a hug and a kiss. "Okay if we don't start right now I'm guessing we're going to have full-on orgy in about five seconds," Max said taking Brandon's hand and leading him back to his station. While Max did his hip tat Tommy and Adam worked on the design for his back. They came up with a simple Celtic type design to encircle the large biohazard tattoo that would go between his shoulder blades. "Fuck that's hot," I said. Max had just finished up with his hip so they both came over to take a look. "Oh my god, that's perfect. Thank you so much. Is there time to do that one tonight too?" Brandon eagerly asked. "Of course. We might not get it finished depending on your pain tolerance but we should be able to make good progress." Max and Tommy took him in back and started working. Adam looked at me with lust in his eyes. "Why don't I keep you entertained while daddy works on your boy." "Oh, Brandon's not my boy." "He may not be your boy but there's definitely a connection you two have that goes beyond just being friends." Okay, that I couldn't deny. Adam flipped the open sign to closed, pulled the shades down, walked back to me, dropped to his knees and proceeded to release my growing cock from my pants. "Mmm yum, I haven't had Scotty cock in awhile," he said then dived on my dick. It didn't take long for me to get close but I didn't want to waste my load down his throat. I pulled him off and told him to show me his cunt. He took his pants off and I noticed he was still locked away. "Your daddy ever let your dick come out to play?" "Nope I don't have a cock just a cunt that's made for real men to use over and over." I shoved my hard dick all the way in and started pounding his ass. It was hard to believe this was the same shy kid I first met a couple years ago. I just loved watching guys realize who they really were deep down inside. Whether it was a total daddy‘s boy or a power top, it was just hot as hell to watch. After about thirty minutes I could feel I was closer. I slammed in balls deep and unloaded in his cunt. He immediately flipped around to clean me off. We relaxed for awhile catching up then walked back to check on Brandon. They'd made good progress but you could tell he was getting to the end of his tolerance for the night. The biohaz tat was complete and the outline of the surrounding design. It would probably only take one more visit to finish up. I took a couple pictures and showed them to him. "Fuck that is so hot! Thank you," he said as he hugged Max, "would you please breed my hungry hole now." He kicked off his shoes, undid his pants and bent over the table presenting his ass to Max. Max didn't miss a beat. He had his dick out and shoved in Brandon in less than a minute. Both guys let out a satisfying moan. Not to be left out Adam scooted under the table and took Brandon's dick in his mouth while Tommy told me to get on all fours so he could fuck me. It didn't take Max long before he was grunting and firing off his load. We switched positions and partners several times with all of us both giving and receiving except for Adam, who of course only got fucked. After a couple of hours of exchanging fluids we all collapsed in a heap of sweaty bodies. "Fuck Scotty, I can see why you love getting tattoos," Brandon said tiredly. We all started laughing. I insisted on paying for his tats which he wasn't too happy about. I loved that he was so determined to be responsible for himself, but I told him this was a special gift from me to him just like my friends did for me when I joined the family. Damn I was really getting attached to this fucker. With my new position at work I was traveling a lot and my current assistant, who was out on maternity leave, had just informed me she wasn't coming back. I was now scrambling to find a replacement as I had a big convention coming up and desperately needed the help. A few weeks after we visited Max's I was out to dinner with doc and he was telling me how frustrated Brandon was with his job. "He likes it but they're a small practice and I think he's bored. I was talking to his boss and she loves him, he's doing great they just don't have enough to keep him busy or give him enough hours." "Is he looking for something else?" I asked. "He's applied a few places and I've put some feelers out for him but haven't heard back on anything yet." "What do you think of him working for me?" He got a weird expression on his face. "No, you're right terrible idea forget I mentioned it." "No actually, I think that just might be an excellent idea." Now it was my turn to look confused. "That boy idolizes you. You've already taught him how to be the best slut in the world just imagine what you could teach him in the professional world." "Are you sure?" "Yes. I think you should really talk to him about it." He started laughing, "shit, I can just imagine you guys on business trips together fucking your clients to seal the deal." "Hey I've only done that twice, and the deal had already been closed, we were just celebrating." Now I was laughing. Brandon usually joined me on my runs a few times a week. He spent the other mornings in the gym working out and damn he was looking better than ever. "So how's work going?" I asked as we were cooling down, both of us covered in sweat. He had his shirt off so I could admire his newly completed tat. "It's okay, but honestly I'm bored and they only have enough to keep busy a little more than part-time." "Would you be interested in coming to work for me?" He gave me suspicious look. "Everything's on the up and up I promise. My current assistant isn't coming back from maternity leave so I need to replace her, interested?" We talked about what the job would look like and arranged a time for him to come into the office for a formal interview. He came down to my office the next day and we spent several hours going through in detail exactly what the job would entail. When we were done I took him to lunch so we could discuss it further. "So what do you think?" "Scotty this seems like a great opportunity but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this for me." "I can assure you I'm only offering you the job because I think you'd be a good fit. I can be a complete asshole sometimes and I expect the best from my employees. Listen before you make a decision I want you to talk to my current assistant ask her all about the job and about working for me. Believe me she'll give you the honest unfiltered truth." "Okay that sounds fair." That night he came over to my apartment to talk. "So did you get a chance to speak with Shelly?" "I did. You didn't tell me how funny she was and you weren't kidding about her being unfiltered. Man does she have some juicy shit on you," he said grinning from ear to ear. I chuckled, "yep that's an understatement. So did that scare you off?" "Nope, if you're serious about this then I'd like to give it a shot. I spoke to my boss and she's agreed to cut me back to half days during my two week notice to let me start with you right away but also give her time to find a replacement." "Well perfect! Sounds like we have a deal then. Come by the office tomorrow and we'll start your paperwork. But for tonight I think you need to fuck your new boss. I told him to follow me and walked into the bedroom while taking my clothes off. He pushed me down on the bed, lifted my legs up, placed them on his shoulders and then rammed his hard poz dick inside my ass. He then proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. Damn, he was going to be an excellent employee.

Chapter 23 By now there were about fifteen guys in the room. Josh excused himself from our little group and went up on the small raised stage in the front of the room. "Hey guys, if I can have your attention for a few minutes. There's been a slight change in plans tonight." Several of the guys let out a moan and you could hear someone say 'not again.' "Yep sorry our scheduled neg bottom bailed yet again but I have a special treat for you all," he managed to get out before the group really started to get vocal. "Brandon come on up here." He walked from the back of the room through all the guys, many of who reached out to touch him, several grabbing his ass as he passed. By the time he was standing next to Josh there was no mistaking his hard cock through his tight shorts. "Alright you twisted fuckers, this here is Brandon." He gave a little wave and of course started blushing. "Tell the hungry men how old you are." "I'm nineteen." Several of the men started cat calling and whistling. "And I understand you just took your first poz load earlier today." "Actually it was my first time getting fucked period." Now all the guys were whistling and cheering. "You mean to tell me you were a virgin before today?" Josh asked barely containing his delight. "I mean I've sucked a lot of dick but never been fucked until today." "And the loads you took were poz?" "Yep, both guys are toxic." He had a huge proud smile on his face. "Are you on PrEP?” "Nope." "What do you want from us?" "You men to fill my neg pussy with your toxic cum." With that he turned around, dropped his shorts, bent over and used his hands to spread his ass cheeks giving everyone in the room a perfect view of his beautiful, hungry cunt. That did it for Josh. He had his hard dick out and slammed into Brandon's hole in one go. It didn't take long for Josh to start blasting his load deep inside. He bent over Brandon's back and whispered in his ear, "welcome to the family, whore." He pulled out and turned Brandon back around to face the crowd of very horny men. "Can I get two volunteers to get this slut in the sling?" Two big muscular older daddies who were closest to the stage jumped up and grabbed Brandon. They both had managed to lose their clothes why Josh was breeding him. On guy took his legs while the other took his arms. They secured him in tight then the one by his feet shoved his dick inside and started to pound his pussy. "Dumb fucking faggot chaser, I'm gonna knock you up with my high viral load." The other guy was busy chewing on Brandon's nipples, while a third was fucking his face. Everyone was naked, stroking their hard dicks, patiently waiting their turn. Josh came over to join us. I noticed his cock was still coated in cum and ass juices so I did what any good faggot would do, dropped to my knees and cleaned him off. "Damn, he has an amazing cunt. Thanks for bringing him, I really hope he's okay with getting knocked up." I stood up and just chuckled, "doesn't matter what he wants, he needs to be pozzed. He's right where he's supposed to be." One by one the guys took turns loading him up with poz cum. After every few loads Jimmy would jump in and eat him out trying to make room for more cum. Watching Brandon embrace his sluty side was making my hole itch for a hard cock. I had started fingering myself when I noticed this extremely hot guy enter the room. He was 6' short blonde hair, goatee, with hairy arms. He was wearing a vest with no shirt underneath so you could see his extremely fit body with a beautiful biohaz tat on his right shoulder. God he was hot! He gave Josh a hug and a kiss and said, "looks like the animals are having fun, that kid's not gonna be able to walk for days." Josh turned to us, "hey guys this is Mitchell, he owns the club. Mitch, this is my uncle Scotty and Dr. Manning." He shook our hands and doc said, "you can just call me Pete." "Well Scotty, the way you're fingering your cunt makes me think you wish you were the one up there on that stage," Mitch said. "Can't deny that, watching him get abused up there is making me horny as hell." "Why don't you turn around so I can check out your hole. Damn," he whistled as he ran his fingers around my cunt. "I can tell by the state of your ass you definitely love having a hard cock stuck up there." "Guilty," I moaned. He dropped his pants and shoved his dick all the way in. "I know all the loads are supposed to go in the neg boy tonight but I can't help myself, your ass is begging me to add my strain to yours." He started moving in and out. He grabbed my hips and pounded my cunt good and hard. "Fuck yeah," I moaned, "recharge my pussy." He let loose and flooded my guts with his cum. As he pulled out he turned me around and attacked my mouth with his tongue. Damn I liked this guy! Josh dropped to his knees to clean off his friends dick and doc just kept stroking. After that it was kind of a free for all. I ended up taking a couple more loads and even gave one to Jimmy, with the permission of his daddy of course. Brandon ended up the winner that night with 28 toxic loads. It took a couple of days for his cunt to return to normal but after that it didn't take him long to be begging for more cum. Which he did, of course taking any load offered no questions asked. We even reinstated our Friday fuckfests so Matty and Chris could help impregnate our newest member. A few weeks later Brandon came down with the fuck flu. As I was taking my turn taking care of him he mentioned he was so happy and couldn't wait to get his badge of honor tattoo. "You okay not knowing for sure who your poz daddy is?" "Honestly, it's kinda hot not knowing. I like the fact that I was a total fucking cum slut, no load refused whore, so anyone of a hundred plus guys could be the one." Yep he definitely belonged to our twisted family.

Chapter 19 Brandon had a big smile on his face the entire way back to the train station. “So what’d you think?" I asked as we waited for the train. "That was pretty amazing. I still can't believe he swallowed my cum, isn't that dangerous?" "One thing you need to know about gay men, you never waste a load. If it's not swallowed it should be planted deep inside an ass" "But don’t you worry about catching something?” I smiled at him, “but that’s half the fun. You never know just what special gifts you may be receiving." "Umm, okay, umm." The train arrived at that moment so we made our way to our seats. "Let me ask you a question. If someone gives you a gift but you say 'no thank you' isn't that being rude?" "Yea I guess, but it's not like we're talking about receiving a book or something. I mean I don't think a sexually transmitted dease isn’t something I would call a gift." "I don't know, a lot of guy think any gift received from their top is very special and they're grateful to accept them but I can see what you're saying too. I guess it's something to think about." I winked at him and changed the subject. He'd made great progress today. I never would've thought he'd let someone suck him off yet so I didn't want to push to fast; however, at the rate he was going, I'd be planting my poz load up his ass very soon. I didn't see much of him during the next week as he'd started his new job and was trying to get use to everything. I hoped it wasn't a sign that he was having second thoughts about getting sucked off. Saturday morning I got to the park for my run and was pleasantly surprised to find him waiting for me. "Hi Scotty," he said smiling at me, "sorry I haven't made it for our runs, this week has been crazy getting accustomed to my new schedule." "No problem kid, how's the job going?" "I like it. They're actually giving me more hours than they'd plan. I think based on what my mom told uncle Pete they didn't think I could handle much, so I've been trying to prove myself." "Damn, it's only been a week." "What can I say I like to prove my worth." He winked at me, smacked my ass, and took off running. Damn, he was progressing nicely. We finished our run and as we were cooling down he said, "umm, Scotty, can I ask you a question?" "Of course, anything." "So, if I was interested in getting another blow job how exactly would I go about finding someone to help me out?" He was blushing again. "Damn kid you really need to learn to talk about sex without getting so embarrassed. It's perfectly natural, especially for hot blooded young men." He got even redder. "On second thought never mind. When you blush it's sexy as fuck!" I chuckled. "I have an idea. Why don't you come back to my apartment and I'll suck you off," I could tell he was liking that idea as his shorts were starting to fill out. "But one condition." Now he looked nervous. "What's the condition?" "After you cum in my mouth you have to suck me off." "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." "Well, when you are let me know and I'll be more than happy to help you out." I turned and walked out of the park. It didn't take long before I heard footsteps behind me and felt hand on my shoulder. "Wait Scotty, you're right, it's only fair I return the favor." I tried to hide my smile from him. "Good boy, let's go." We got to my apartment and thank godbManny wasn't on duty or he'd want to join us. We made it upstairs and Brandon seemed really nervous. "Relax and remember you wanted this. Take your shorts off and sit on the couch." He did as instructed. His dick was a rock hard 8" veiny cock that was dripping precum. Looks like your pretty excited son." "Please suck me, I'm so horny." "You gonna suck me when I'm done with you?" "Oh my God yes! Just please make me cum." "You got it," I said as I started to give him one hell of a blow job. I deep throated him all the way to his bush. He started moaning and was soon fucking my face. I reached around him and started to rub my finger around his hole. That did it, he was soon shooting his huge load down my throat. I pulled off his dick just a bit so I could be sure to get a mouth full of cum. When he stopped shooting I got off my knees and kissed him deep feeding him back his cum. He was hesitant at first but was soon kissing me back with full force. "Your turn son, time to suck your first cock. Take my shorts off and kiss the head of my dick." He was sitting on the couch so I stood up in front of him and placed his hands on my shorts. He pulled them down and my very hard cock sprung out almost hitting him in the face. He took hold and started kissing the tip. His tongue came out and he got his first taste of precum. He must of liked it because the next thing I knew my cock was in his mouth. "Easy, watch the teeth, oh fuck. Yes that's it, damn you sure you've never done this before?" I took his hands and brought it to my ass. "Play with my hole like I did to yours. Oh fuck yes just like that. Oh hell yeah boy stick your finger all the way in my cunt. I love things inside me. Fuck I'm getting close." His finger found my prostate pushing me over the edge. As I started shooting my load Brandon's mouth clamped down on my cock and started sucking even harder. Damn this boy could suck. He made sure he got everything drop of my cum. He pulled off my dick and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh my god that was amazing. Thank you for making me do that!" "Anytime, so is it safe to say you enjoyed giving as much as you like receiving?" "Yes! Absolutely yes! And who knew cum was so delicious?" I like laughed, oh trust me Brandon gay boys know." "Thanks for that. So I don't suppose we'll be able to do that again, will we," he asked shyly. "We can do that and a lot more. If you enjoy sucking wait until you try anal." "I'm not so sure about that." "Well you seemed to like it when I started to play with your hole." "Oh fuck you're right that was pretty hot." "Trust me, something tells me you're going to love it."

Thank you aeroboi69, I am totally aware about the violent aspects of my story, but then - I enjoy as a top being rough and voilent. Okay - the bttms I meet know about me being not so nice. I tell them before, that they will be black and blue.... but on the other hand - this is the fiction section. By the way. You got a nice body, lad.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..