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I've topped all kinds of guys. From the closeted guys who just lie down, pull their pants down a bit and let me fuck them with maybe the occasional growl or grunt, to the guys who want to kiss, hug and make love. Nervous first time or low experience guys who take time to open up, or guys who my dick just glides up them. I've had good times topping all kinds, but the one thing he's got to do is give his hole for a complete fuck, no messing around, a good bottom is there to be fucked and he wants that specific top to feel his dick and his fucking style. My dick needs to go in him and I need to pump it until I cum. I want to fuck him for my pleasure at the speed and length of time I need for the best orgasm, and don't want to be stopping and starting, or pulling out to cum or anything like that. Interrupting the fuck because it hurts is ok, but other than that the guys has offered his hole for another man to fuck and should just take it properly until he cums. That's what makes a good bottom. He lets you fuck him your way and he enjoys it. What makes a great bottom is a whole other thing, but any good bottom can be a great time when you're horny and the situation and attraction is right.

Part 4 I folded my clothes and sorted through some of uncles as well. They weren’t warm from the dryer but they were at least dry. I wanted to get dressed but I smelled and still had uncles sent all over me. I used his shower after the recon boy was sent away. His bathroom counter had a bunch of bottles strewn about. Aspirins, Viagra, Advil PM, stuff I recognized. There were other bottles that I didn’t know what they were. Trivacy, Descovy, Duviral, and a bunch of other confusing names. They were all empty and had various dates going back months, even years. Typical of an older man to have pill bottles everywhere. I got my first shower in several days. The hot water felt great cascading over me. The shelves in the showers were just as cluttered as the sink was. Lotions, Vaseline, body wash. Shampoo too of all good that would do what with uncle having almost no hair left. I used some of his soap cleansing off the grime. As I was looking through the multiple body wash bottles bunched together I discovered amongst them was a large dildo. It was as big as uncle Chester, and looked very realistic in its shape. I hadn’t gotten off yet and I was still horny so I figured it was okay to have a little shower play. Using the conveniently placed Vaseline I greased up my ass. Vaseline wasn’t my favorite lube. It does the trick alright but it lingers for a long time. I tried inserting the huge rubber toy but my ass hadn’t had much play recently so it was a struggle. It took a while but eventually I I managed to force it inside. The feeling of being filled up was intense yet satisfying. Once I had it all in I wasted no time fucking myself with one hand and jacking off with the other. It felt so good. The dildo was larger than anything I had taken but I loved the shape. All it’s proportions were hitting me just right. It’s wide head hitting my inner ring, the shaft bulging slightly in the middle allowing it to stay in easier, it even had a few bumps on it here and there that enhanced the experience. Fuck this toy was perfect. I must have lost track of time due to the anal play, and spent a bit too much time in the shower. As I was pumping the dildo in and out, I heard the shower curtain open up. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been in here so long.” I stopped pumping and turned around. Uncle Chester was grinning at me. His cock was fully erect again and looking at me. Normally I’d die of embarrassment being caught by a relative doing something like this, but since it was Chester I was only a little flustered. “Oh, sorry uncle, I couldn’t resist...” “That’s alright. You have your fun. I won’t rush you. Take your time with that dildo. It’s a special one.” “Why is it special?” I was a little confused and morbidly curious. “It’s a custom product. Made from a mold of my own cock.” His what?! The realization made me jolt and the dildo slipped between my fingers and fell out of my ass. Before I could retrieve it, uncle Chester grabbed it. “Bit of a butter fingers aren’t you? Turn around. I’ll pop it back in for you.” “I think I can do it myself.” “Oh just turn around” uncle grabbed my arm and turned me around facing the wall. “Now bend over and spread those legs.” He put a hand on my shoulder and with my legs spread, I felt him slap the dildo on my ass a few times. Then took it away. There was a moment where I didn’t know what he was doing with it. Then I felt him poke it at my hole. “Here it comes Will.” With a gradual push, he slid it slowly up in me. “Ah there we go. Nice and snug.” Uncle Chester started pumping the toy in my ass. He pushed it deep and it was hurting. “Ouch, I think I can take it from here…” He pumped it faster in me. “I know, I’m just priming you up. Keep facing that wall.” It was awkward having my uncle use the dildo on me, even more so how enthusiastic he was with it. It was like he was using his whole body in his technique. I was having a hard time with taking the depth at which he was pushing it in me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was also stretching me deep inside. I could barely handle how rough he was. “Uncle that’s too much. I really should take over.” Uncle Chester stopped. Then pulled the dildo out of me. It was a relief to get a pause in the action but then he stuck it back in me. “Alright take it. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself.” He let go of me. I grabbed the dildo poking out of my ass and turned towards him. His cock was still erect and wet. Uncle Chester just smiled and left me to my ‘shower’. I stood there with my hand holding the toy in place, not sure what to do. It was strange to have a copy of uncles dick in my ass, but it was just a piece of silicone after all. My horny mood was strong and I tried thrusting the dildo up in me for a while longer. But the thought of uncles cock kept flashing in my mind. This was uncles cock. Shit i was fucking myself with a Chester dildo. I gave up on it. As good as it felt, I couldn’t keep the flashes of uncle Chester out of my mind. I continued my shower like normal and finished up. Walking out naked to the laundry room feeling refreshed yet still horny. I noticed my pile of folded up clothes were gone. Uncle Chester came in and put his hand on my hip. “I took your clothes and put them away already. There’s something you should know Will. I’m a nudist you see? I tend to have a no clothes policy here in the house. I wasn’t going to bring it up the first day because I wanted to break you into the idea first. But while you are staying with me we’re both going to bare it at all as long as we’re in the house, understand?“ No clothes the entire time? What with how he normally walked around in little to nothing, I guess I should have expected this. I might not have been too keen on the idea yesterday, but since he’s accommodating me, I’ll abide by his house rules. “Yeah, I understand uncle.“ “Excellent, now come with me to the bedroom. I need some quality time with my favorite nephew.” He took me by the hand, and we walked into his bedroom. The smell of musk and sex lingered strongly in the air. He positioned me on his bed and crawled on top of me. He laid down and his semi hard cock rubbed up against mine. He rubbed his fingers through my still damp hair. I had just showered, and now I was getting a new layer of his musky sent on me again. “Um, what is it you wanted to do?” I asked not sure what his intentions were. “Just cuddling. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?“ He caressed my face and looked me up and down. He looked like he was admiring me. “Thanks uncle. That’s really kind.” “You really do look a lot like your father when he was younger.“ He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why did you and dad have a falling out?“ Uncle Chester looked at me as if contemplating, whether or not to tell me. “We were in sort of a relationship back in the day.“ “What? Really?” “Well relationship wasn’t really the best way to describe it. Your father was my fuck buddy. He was such an eager, bottom slut, and I fed him my cock day in and day out. Some of the best years of my life.“ “I can’t believe it. You and dad really did that stuff?“ It was a lot to take in. My dad gave no indications of being into guys at all. And to top it off he had sex with his own brother? “Yeah, your father and I were inseparable. But as time went on, I ended up becoming poz and he limited what I could do with him. For one, I wasn’t allowed to cum in his ass anymore.” “I could understand that.” “I still played around with other men on the side and got into the giftgiving scene. I pozzed up a lot of men in my day, but I wanted your father’s ass most of all. So one day I told him that I wanted him to commit to me completely. To become my sex slave for life. And for that he would have to become poz too. I wanted to infect him you see? That way we could fuck all we wanted uninhibited.” “Oh my God. You wanted to give dad HIV?“ “Yes. It’s not as bad as you think. All gay men get it eventually. It was better that he got it from me. But he didn’t like that idea so he decided to end our physical relationship, which eventually led to us not speaking to each other anymore. He wouldn’t even let me see you as you got older.“ I was having a hard time processing all of that. Uncle Chester’s passion for pozing seemed to know no bounds. My father’s past was a lot more complicated than I thought. And far more on the wild side then I was led to believe all my life. He was always so strict with me. But he had the carefree lifestyle that he warned me about. On one hand I was frustrated that he didn’t tell me about all this. But then again, how do you explain to your own son that you used to take it up the ass from your older brother? “Well all that is water under the Bridge. You’re here in my arms now and we can make up for lost time bonding. You would like that wouldn’t you Will? Bonding with your uncle?” He gave me another kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, of course. I don’t hold any of that against you. I’m glad we can reconnect.“ His face was really close to mine and I could feel his breath on me. “Hey uncle. Why do you like pozing so much?” That got him excited. “Curious are you? Well, there’s no better feeling then shooting a hot load into a boy that will change his life forever. The power of imprinting something permanent on him. My cock has the power to transform, corrupt. It’s a dangerous weapon that can eat away at virile young men.” “Oh, I’m no stranger to kinks but that’s definitely the most extreme I’ve heard of.” “Oh silly child. I’ve been around the block. I know of plenty bastards that are into worse. I know a guy, Clyde, he has cannibalism fantasies.” “Jesus Christ!” “He’s never done it of course. At least not that I know of. Still I wouldn’t go home alone with him. Another guy I know, Arthur, owns a ranch. He ties up guys in his stables and watches as the stallions mount them.” “Wouldn’t that be way too big?!” “He he, yeah. More than once, he’s had to send people to the emergency room for perforated colons.” “I get it. There are a lot of strange guys out there.” “I don’t judge, Will. I’ve done crazy things too. Nothing surprises me anymore. You should get used to more wild things too. That way you won’t get to surprised either.” “I will. I mean, I want to experience new things. I just don’t have many opportunities.” “Well that’s where I come in. The place I’m gonna take you to tonight is on the more hard core side. It’s a bar with a cruising area in the basement. You’ll find all types there. Plenty of poz fuckers there. Who knows, tonight you might get charged up.“ “I don’t want to get HIV uncle.” “Now Will. You will get HIV. It’s inevitable. There is a lot of potential in you for becoming a kinky pig boy. Within this community it’s only a matter of time.” I gave a semi concerned look. All of this talk about HIV and toxic balls was scaring me a little. It wasn’t really inevitable that I was going to catch it, was it? “You shouldn’t be afraid of poz cocks Will. They’re everywhere, even if you don’t know it.” He sat up on my lap. I felt his ass against my dick. It was still a little hard from the shower and I hadn’t gotten off yet. The heat from him was stimulating me. Embarrassingly I could feel myself growing under him. “Feels like you’re still horny Will. Haven’t had enough in the shower?” He was grinding his hips back and forth. His hole was sliding up and down my shaft, even up to my head and down. “I wasn’t able to finish…” His hips were moving around in circles. His hot wet hole was smearing my cock head. “That’s no fun. You shouldn’t blue ball yourself.” His cock was leaking onto my belly. He was clearly very still horny as well. The contact with his ass on my dick was getting a little intense. “Uncle, should you be rubbing your ass on it like that?” “What’s wrong? My cock has rubbed your ass. Your cock can rub mine.” He grabbed my dick and aimed it as his hole. He raised his ass so I could see my tip pointing up at him. His ass rubbed around on my tip, nearly engulfing it. “See? Nothing wrong with a little kiss.” “Um, I guess so….” “I can give it a deeper kiss like this.” Uncle Chester lowered his ass down and the full length of my dick disappeared inside him. I was immediately overwhelmed with the moist heat from within him. “Oh my god! Uncle! I can’t- ah!” I couldn’t contain myself. I came as soon as his hips met mine. My dick throbbed and spammed as it unloaded inside my uncle. “Oh dear. Did you cum inside me Will?” “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too! Your ass just-“ “It’s quite alright my boy. I’m happy to have helped.” “But we technically had sex. Isn’t that bad?” “Did it feel bad?” “…No.” “Then there’s nothing wrong with a little discharge. You were just pent up. I’m here at your disposal my sweet boy. And if my body can give you relief then that’s a bonus.” Uncle Chester slowly got up off of my cock. It popped out of his ass with a trail of cum dripping out of him and onto my thigh. I knew he was always okay with his sexuality and nudity, but I had not expected that I would end up shooting a load inside of him. Did that really count as sex? Sure my dick went inside of him and I came, but it was all so quick. “All right, then, since you were able to release, I think you should help me shoot off a load.” Uncle Chester laid on his back with his cock pointing straight up in the air. Pre-cum leaking out his tip. “Come on then Will. I want you to make me ejaculate. I’ll let you decide how, but you’re not leaving this room until you make some potent poz cum shoot out of me.” He wiggled his cock like a lure to a fish. “Is it okay? I’m okay with being nude around you but isn’t this a bit much?” “Of course. Besides, you got to shoot off inside me. You don’t want to be greedy now do you?“ “No of course not.” Somehow, I should have expected to get to this point. Uncle was such a sexually open man, but I didn’t think he would be willing to have his nephew do something like this with him. I crawled over in between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was definitely thick and hot in my hands. Squeezing the shaft it made another glob of pre-cum ooze out his tip. It was impressive how horny he was all the time. “So what are you gonna do Will? Use those soft hands, put it in your mouth, or are you gonna sit on it like I did?” Uncle wrapped a leg over my shoulder and pulled me down. My face rubbed up against his cock. A trail of pre-cum smeared from my chin to up my cheek. I sat upright again, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I started stroking his shaft up and down. “So a hand job. Fair enough.“ He relaxed with his arms behind his head, while I worked on his shaft. I moved my hands up and down along his length. It was so veiny and hot. I was apprehensive at first about it, but it wasn’t so bad. It was just like jerking off anyone else. The fact that it was my uncle didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I could make him feel good, then it wasn’t all that bad. I spat on it a few times to slick it up more. He watched me as I worked. He seem to be really enjoying himself. As I worked on his cock, he put a foot on my belly and was rubbing me with it. The more I stroked him the more he moved his foot up towards my chest. Pinching one of my nipples between his toes. “Do you like that Will?” “Yeah, it feels okay.” “Do you want to make me cum quickly?” That’s when he moved his foot up and planted it on my face. “Lick this and you’ll really make me shoot.” His foot smelled, and it was clammy with sweat, but I remembered how much he liked foot action, so I open my mouth and started licking it while I stroked him. His flavor was strong, but if it was going to help, then I was happy to do it. “Hell yeah, I can feel myself building up already. Get those toes in your mouth“ He didn’t even wait for me. He stuck his toes in my mouth, and I was sucking on them while his hips were humping to meet my hand strokes. “That’s it Will. I’m going to shoot. It’s coming. Get your head down there.“ Uncle Chester took his foot out of my mouth and swung it around my head. He pulled me down and his cock head pressed against my face as he began to orgasm. Jets of cum blasted out from him. My face got covered in it. He was grunting as his dick throbbed in my hand. Both his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me down onto it. My lips were getting coated in his semen. Some of it almost went into my mouth. His flow calmed down and he eventually let go of me. I sat up, my face covered in it. It dripped down onto my chest and belly. It was all over my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was looking around for any sort of tissues, but didn’t see any available. “Oh, that was wonderful. Thanks for helping me out with that Will.“ Uncle Chester sat up and started licking my chest. Swallowing his cum he shot all over me. He worked his way up to my face and was cleaning me off. But then his mouth met mine as he licked the cum off of my lips and started kissing me. He held me tight as his tongue parted my mouth. He spat a mouth full of cum in me. With his aggressive tongue action, I couldn’t help but swallow the incredibly bitter and salty gunk. We broke away and uncle was licking his fingers, being nonchalant. I was conflicted about giving him a hand job and getting kissed. He seemed to sense my discomfort. “Don’t be so uptight about it Will. Two men can enjoy each others company. It was just a bit of fooling around. It felt good. And you seemed to enjoy yourself too.” “Yeah. That was just a bit intense.” A bit intense? At one point my cock went up his ass and I came instantly. We should probably restrain ourselves. The nudity and body contact is okay. But full blown sex is taking it too far. That’s what I wanted to say in the moment. But he seemed so happy and I didn’t want to bring down the mood. This sort of thing should be wrong but he was so carefree about it that it didn’t totally feel as bad as it should have. “It’s all apart of living young man. You’ll get used to it. Now let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with.” He got up off the bed and grabbed me by the hand. We wandered into the living room where uncle Chester was going through a cabinet. “What are you looking for?” “Just some fun things. There’s porn, movies, board games. What are you in the mood for?” As he was bent over looking through the cabinet, I could see his backside spread. There was a bead of white dripping out of his ass. Oh that’s right. That’s my cum. My cum, leaking out of my uncle’s ass. I can’t believe he just swallowed my dick up into him like that. “How about a board game?” Something that will be a nice distraction from what went on in the bedroom. “Alright I got just the one.” He pulled out a white box with multiple colored dots on it. Oh, it’s Twister.

Tonight I had an exceptional experience. I was driving home from errands in town, and got a message on grindr from a DL guy I’d hooked up with once before last year (Two loads in the park) last time was a hot quickie, and I was definitely up for meeting him again. He instructed me to head to a park known for being cruisey. I have been meaning to check this park out, but there are two parks in this small town with the same name, and being pretty new to cruising, I’d talked myself out of it. I drove over, and the small parking lot had 5 cars with kids and parents, so I parked on the side of the road a ways off to see what was up from a safe distance. He texted that I should walk to his truck in the lot, and off I went. The last time we’d only exchanged a few words, and so I was surprised that he was fairly chatty through his pickup truck door. I appreciated breaking the ice. It was dusk, and it was starting to rain. He told me to head over to the baseball pitch dugout that had a roof, back behind the park’s bathrooms to avoid the rain, explaining that he would join me once all the cars in the lot had gone. I sat on the bench there and watched it get dark through the chainlink. Once all the cars were gone, he appeared. He’s probably in his 50s, and I am in my 40s. He’s lithe and has a thick local brogue with a big, beautiful cock. I went to work sucking him on my knees. Then he had me lie on my back on the bench so that he could facefuck. me deep. Normally my gag reflex is easy to control but he tested my limits a few times because of how deep he went without enough pacing to breathe, but it was still hot. What a great cock. I was delighted when he said he wanted to fuck my arse. We started with me bending over the bench. I offered him some lube, but he declined saying his wife might notice the lube (which didn’t make sense to me?) It was a tight fit at the start, and I was worried it would hurt, but he is a leaker and soon it was bliss. Before long, he told me to lie on my back on the bench with my legs in the air. This was a bit risky to my mind, because there are no visual obstructions between the parking lot, road and the dugout, but it was dark and I decided to trust him. It would be hard to say no to this sexy man anyhow. He sunk in balls deep very smoothly and went to town on my arse. He did some verbal narration of his enjoyment, which I always appreciate, and praised how my arse felt. He wasn’t quiet either, which was a surprise since I thought public sex was usually non-verbal or whispering, but I was in the moment with him and really enjoying the perfect fit between us. Soon came the miracles. He came once early on, then stayed hard and kept fucking, coming again within another minute. This continued for 10 minutes during which he shot a total of SIX LOADS BALLS DEEP in my arse without ever going soft or pulling out! It got wetter and wetter, and yet nothing leaked out, even when he pulled out at the end! It helped that each time he shot, be buried in super deep and groaned loudly, swearing whilst tallying the load number. He seemed equally proud and surprised. It was so hot, and so unexpected since he only gave me one load when we fucked last year against that boulder in that other park. I’d been tensing my abs and holding my legs up in the air for 20 min straight, so it was a relief to let them down after he pulled out, but honestly I could have taken him all night if he had been in my bed. I hope we hook up more often. Clearly he enjoyed himself. His cum still hasn't leaked out 5 hours later.

Back in the days I started fucking (1998) I would mostly use Vaseline as lube (although some older dudes had KY near their beds). I remember the slick, somewhat greasy feeling that would make my dick slide easily into my partners' holes. Nowadays guys insist on water based lube that evaporate / absorb in our skin within a very short time. Some guys do use silicon based lube, but I really miss the feeling of Vaseline. Unfortunately, hasn't had the chance to explore Boy-Butter sex, but I guess it would be quite the same as Vaseline. So, Vaseline guys, where are you?

A bud brought Peto Coast over and he fucked me. But then I’ve filmed for TIM and RFC so I guess there are any to list. Tober, Boomer, Roman, Michael Boston

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Adult bookstore with video booths. Bathhouse, Uber driver, be my live-in houseboi

For myself, Covid actually played a big part in who I am today. When we went into lockdown, fucking was nearly impossible. Unable to meet/meat anyone, I turned to porn and my right hand. I jerked off more, but I grew bored of the vanilla porn I'd always watched. Barebacking was the first step. I loved watching men go in raw. Then breeding followed. Soon I discovered the concept of searching out STIs and HIV. I couldn't believe anyone could do such a thing, to do something so risky, so wrong, so... fucking HOT! Quickly, poz porn became my normal. I found BZ and created a profile. I started posting my own stories, finding that the twisted stories I had in my head were liked by men here. Since then, I've continued down this depraved path, and I've loved every part of it. And I'm still discovering new aspects of myself that get me insanely HARD!

For those of us who love to rim (and afterwards felch) Vaseline is my least favorite lube. It tastes horrible...

It’s so hot and rare to find a guy that can cum multiple times. you gotta keep him on speed dial! Getting fucked outside in public is so hot too. I’ve only had one guy that was able to do that and he’s the owner of the cock in my ass in my profile pic 😉. He always came three times deep in me without pulling out and a couple of times there was a fourth.

So I just posted my first BBRT ad and I'm finally ready to begin taking bb loads. It's taken me a very long time to fully accept my deep need to offer my ass to another man fully and completely, but I've come to recognize that I have to experience the thrill of feeling some stranger shoot his load deep into my hungry ass. Not currently on Prep but will probably start taking it, since I'm not really ready to be pozzed, however hot the idea of it has become. Anyway, I'm excited to be beginning this new chapter in my journey of gay self-discovery.

So I was on Grindr and the sky messages me to say that he wanted to fuck me. I said sure but I was out shopping so I couldn't host. He said he could host if I didn't mind being at his business and he was alone there. Of course I didn't mind. So I come into the door and I see this young black guy well built and well actually it was very dark I think he was Hispanic because he was uncut I really couldn't see him that well. Anyway right there in the stairwell coming into his business he said drop your pants which I did and I sucked him for a while. And then he motioned for me to stand up and turn around which I did. There was no mention about condoms or bareback raw whatever but he just shoved his cock into me and started pumping away. Which suited me just fine. After a couple minutes he shot a huge load in me and it's stealing me now as I'm going through the store and then heading home. I told him I would love to get together again and I think he is game. You just never know when someone messages you.

I love hanging out in bars, finding hot horny men who happen to be married. This one tonight is eyeballing me, so he comes over and buys me a drink. While he’s talking, I drop a little something in his drink to get them where I want him. he thinks he’s going to be fucking me. Little does he know in an hour or so, I will be wrecking his life forever. The GHB has done its jobnce. He is in his hotel room. I get him out of his clothes as his will to do anything is basically gone I figured let’s take them all away I pull out the syringe I tie off his arm. I put the needle in the vein, I see the flash of blood it’s now or never. I push the plunger. He’s coughing I put his legs over my shoulder and say my dick is too big for me to take off my P.A. I Ignore his please as I put the head right on his hole. I smiled to him and slap him in the face. Enjoy bitch. your life is being wrecked this has to be a virgin hole as I fight my way in. I know I’m tearing his hole up as I pump away, it feels good to be fucking a tight hole he is now enjoying as he is no longer asking me to stop as my 6-day toxic load is being pumped into his hole. I get him on his knees to clean my dick I can see the blood but with the slam, I gave he does not care. I hear the door open and it's his wife as he continues Polick and clean my toxic load off my dick. I pull away and push him onto the floor as I could see he’s scared shitless I walk up to his pregnant wife and say you might be pregnant for nine months but your faggots husband will be pregnant for the rest of his life with my babies and his blood, in a few weeks, he will be sick. You’ll either be taking care of him or putting him on the street.

To some extent I struggle to relate as I've only known bareback starting in the 1970's. For me there is no "going back". Plus at this stage there is no way for me to UnPoz. What's done is done. No regrets though... That said, I really want to encourage my brothers to proceed with knowledge; do your best to avoid a future "aw fuck I wish I ...." day.

hey congratulations man. I am telling you the first time a guy shot his load in me it was one of the two or three most incredible moments of my life. It feels so fucking awesome, and the great well of emotion you feel for the guy who just pumped his cum into you is pretty intense. I was hooked right away and never looked back or had any kind of sex with a condom ever again. Enjoy yourself sexy...you will have a blast

Taking all dna offered regardless of status. Being a vessel for his cock. Doing whatever asked. im 150% bottom pig.

Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble Will gets in at the bar…

Chapter 13: Late But Not Too Late Ricky was sitting in his favourite café some seven years after Terry’s funeral, chatting with Dylan and some other friends over a coffee, when the door opened, and a man walked in. A tall man, now a little stooped, and the remains of a handsome face, although now lined with the stress that arises from pain. He moved with the slow careful steps of one who knows that going faster will only make it worse. Alan Bryors. He ordered a drink, and then turned and saw Ricky. A gentle, reflective smile crossed his face, and he tossed Ricky a casual wave, then took his coffee and headed for the table by the window. Ricky sat, stunned, his face turned to a mask that concealed a whirlpool of emotion under an icy calm surface. Dylan suddenly noticed that Ricky had dropped out of the conversation and turned to look at him – closely. “Ricky! Are you all right? You look like you just saw a ghost.” “I think I did.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Try not to be obvious about it but take a look at the table by the window.” Dylan looked -- and then he gasped. “Alan!” “Yes. And looking like death warmed over. I’m going to go and talk to him.” “Ricky, do you think that’s a wise idea?” “Maybe not, but I have to do it. I need to know what’s wrong with him.” Dylan shrugged and watched, sadly, as Ricky got up and crossed the room. He feared that his best friend was about to get his heart broken yet again. Ricky placed his hand on the chair back across from Alan. “May I join you?” “Of course.” “Alan, I’m going to come right to the point. What’s wrong with you?” Alan smiled sadly. “You never did mince words when you were on a mission.” Ricky continued to hold his gaze, eye to eye. “It’s cancer. Stage Four. It’s spreading all through my body. I’ve just got a few months.” “Any treatment?” “I declined it. Palliative care only. I’ve spent enough time living off other people’s backs, even though I worked so hard to convince myself that I was doing it in an ethical way. Self-deception, of course. I’ve chosen to leave the treatment options for younger people, people whose lives, their families, the work they do, make them really important to the world. I have no reason to moan or complain. It’s been a great ride while it lasted.” Ricky choked back a sob. He couldn’t believe that this wealthy, energetic man was prepared to let it all go without any regrets. But Alan was still speaking. “But it is getting hard now. Harder for me to take care of myself, to manage my daily life. So difficult. I should perhaps get a private home nurse, but….” He paused and took a deep breath. Alan could see the compassion, the caring, in Ricky’s face and decided to take the biggest gamble of his entire life. “Ricky, you came right to the point and I’m going to do the same. I’ve decided to live out my life at home. This is going to be brutal, it’s going to be hard to take. So hard that I’ve got no right to ask this, it’s selfish as hell – but I’m going to ask it anyway. Ricky, can you come and live with me again – so I’ve got someone with me who matters to me?” Ricky sat back, stunned. Coming from anyone else, he’d have called the request sheer brazen effrontery – but that had never been Alan’s style. This was a man who had always been an absolute king in the realm of consideration and caring for others. Ricky could only guess what it had cost Alan to make this plea, to admit his own human need for closeness when he’d never had to do so before. But it was also the index of the depth of suffering, the fear of facing the end alone, which afflicted him. In the end, Ricky didn’t have to think at all. While he was thinking, his heart had already made his choice for him. Ricky stretched his hand out across the table and took Alan’s hand in his. “Of course.” He used the rest of the day to explain the situation to Dylan, to arrange a leave of absence from work, and to pack what he would need -- and then he moved back into the penthouse that afternoon. It was a long and strange four months that he spent back in the luxury condo where he’d begun to grow up, from a Boy to a Man. Strange, too, that all that time was less than ten years ago. Stranger still that he had returned as Alan’s equal. Each of them now felt a licence to say what was most real to him, without hiding behind roles, to lay it all out on the table without any hesitation. The strangest thing of all for Ricky was the realization that this wasn’t just something he was doing to help the man who had helped him so often. Ricky wanted to do this, needed to do it, from the very depths of his heart and soul. Sharing Alan’s final journey became the culmination of everything he had learned, of all the stages of the life he had lived, and it mattered to him, more than he could ever have imagined, to bring it all back at last to Alan, the man who had helped him set so many of those wheels in motion in his youth. Ricky was in charge of the kitchen now, and he took great care in preparing the limited meals which Alan could still eat. He slept with Alan at night, not for sex now, but for comfort and companionship. He would wake up each night to give Alan his pain medication, or to help in any other way as needed. Some nights he stayed awake with Alan, holding him close in a caring embrace, helping to strengthen him, to keep at bay the terror of the unknown yet to come. He walked with Alan to the café for that daily fix of cappuccino, as long as Alan could still walk there and keep it down. Dylan came several times a week to visit, sometimes at the café, sometimes in the penthouse. And they talked. For hours and hours, Alan and Ricky talked the long days away, sharing very much more of themselves than either of them had ever shared with anyone before. They spoke of their times together, of hopes and fears and dreams, of Alan’s past, of Ricky’s future. A look of peace gradually came over Alan’s face through those weeks as he realized how much his bright-eyed, eager young boy had grown up, matured, taken hold of the control levers of his own life, and made himself into a formidable force to be reckoned with. More than anything, he was moved and stirred to the depths of his being by Ricky’s unshakeable determination to make the world a better place for other gay men. When Ricky told Alan about how he was laying the groundwork for a help and counselling centre, Alan made up his mind. “Ricky, there’s someone important coming to see me on business tomorrow. Can you do me a favour and be out of the condo for the morning? I’ll be finished this business by noon.” Ricky waited in the morning for the unknown visitor, who proved to be a white-haired gentleman of distinguished appearance, dressed in full business attire and carrying an expensive briefcase. He admitted the visitor and left the penthouse himself. When he returned three hours later, Alan was sitting in the chair by the panoramic windows with a look of satisfaction, a look that said, Well, that’s all done now. Ricky settled in the chair beside him, and asked what it was all about. “That was my lawyer, George Carstairs. I was finalizing some revisions to my will. You already have my power of attorney for personal care. Carstairs holds the power of attorney for business matters. But now, it’s the will that matters, that you need to know about. Your plans… it’s such a great idea, and there’s such a crying need for it, in this city especially. I’d already planned to leave the bulk of my estate to a charitable trust for LGBTQ causes. The money has already been partly transferred there, to enable the trust to be established under direction of a board. The balance will pass to the trust when my estate is completed. “But I’ve now directed Carstairs to write a new section in which ten million dollars will go directly to your center as an endowment fund to help establish it and support its operations for years. He’ll be in touch with you to explain what steps you will need to take as the center is constituted and gets up and running. You’ll have a five-year period from the date of my death to get it all in place. The money will be held in trust, under the direction of the charity, until that time. “There’s one fixed condition. You are not to name the center after me or refer to me as anything other than an anonymous donor.” Ricky thought for a moment. “Alan, people will guess. And they’ll talk.” Alan actually laughed, in the midst of this serious business. “So what else is new? Ricky, have you ever heard this saying? ‘Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.’ Yes, the ones who know us will talk – for a while. You can’t prevent that. But I don’t want any focus on me. I want it on the people you are going to be helping.” Ricky thought, That’s Alan. It’s totally in character. All his life, he’s flown under the radar, helped people on the quiet, never drawn attention to anything that he’s done. But Alan still had two more items to cover. “I’m also going to ask you another favour. I’d like you to take a seat on the board of the charity. If you’re willing to do that, Carstairs will make all the arrangements there as well. “And finally, I’ve made another change to leave you a small personal gift, as a thanks for coming to live with me and take care of me now.” Ricky sat, too emotionally stirred to speak for a moment. “Alan, that is so generous. Thank you so much.” He could feel his eyes growing wet, and saw that Alan, too, was tearing up. “Your kindness really is overwhelming.” “Ricky, I don’t have to tell you what to do, because you’re already doing it – you’re taking all that kindness, making it your own, adding full measure of your own kindness and compassion to it, and spreading it into the world around you. That, more than anything else, is what makes me so proud of you, as proud as if you were my own son.” “I guess I really am your son now, in so many ways more than I ever thought I could or would be.” A gentle smile spread across Alan’s face. “That’s my good boy.” He said it with his old, characteristic jaunty wink. “Thank you, Daddy.” They both laughed at that, and Ricky went to prepare some lunch. He was still laughing, and he could hear Alan chuckling away in the armchair by the window too. Carstairs returned three days later with the updated document for Alan to sign. Dylan came that day as well. Meticulous as always, Alan reviewed it all and read the new sections with extra care. He signed, and Dylan witnessed the signature. When Carstairs left, Alan sat back with an immense sigh of satisfaction. The pain was more intense now. In a few more days, Alan was bedridden. Ricky cared for him in every way, helping him with the bedpan and sponge baths, giving him the pain medications, turning him in bed regularly when the pressure on one side became hard to bear. Then came a night when Ricky awoke in the small hours, feeling a hand clutching at him. He sat up, switched on the low bedtable light, turned to look at Alan, heard the harsh breaths in his throat. At once he knew – this was it. Alan reached for him again. Ricky lay down one last time beside Alan, letting the sudden strength in the wasted arm draw him close. Just like when we were young, Ricky thought. Alan was trying to speak, to form words between the little gasps for breath. Ricky moved his head right next to Alan’s face, listening intently. “Ricky… I know now… you were the one, always… I… I love you… forever....” Ricky’s eyes were streaming with tears as he realized at last the bitter truth about himself and knew in full what he had thrown away so casually, years earlier. “I love you, Alan.” He kissed Alan fully on the lips. The muscles contracted, tightening in a final grip around his shoulders, and then the arm fell away, lifeless. Epilogue: Legacy Ten years to the day after Terry’s death, the Terry Westover Memorial Center officially opened its doors to clients. Richard Manningtree, the Executive Director and Founder, spoke about the Center’s guiding philosophy of providing maximum assistance and options to LGBTQ people who chose to make difficult and significant changes in the way they lived their lives. He paid tribute to the late Terry Westover whose life had inspired the whole concept of the Center. He outlined the services the Center offered, from substance and sex addiction counselling and therapy to transition assistance and services for gay men exiting from porn and sex work. He also described the quite separate but equally vital work of providing end-of-life counselling and assistance, and access to grieving therapy, two more areas lacking in services geared to the special needs of the LGBTQ community. He then introduced the executive members of the Center’s Board of Directors: Steven Rotherham, Chair; Daniel Nakamura, Treasurer; Dylan Carroll, Secretary; Dr. Siegfried Magnus, Medical Director. Among the other members of the board were more of Ricky’s friends, including Ryan and Leo who had known him for years, and had known Terry as well, ever since the Twink Heaven days. The official opening concluded with the unveiling of two dignified wall plaques: In Honour of Terry Westover Leader, Supporter, and Head of his Chosen Family. That one had been paid for by Paul, who had not been able to attend. Ricky paid for the other. In Grateful Memory of an Anonymous Donor. After the ceremony concluded, the board and the executive director went together for lunch, not to transact business, but to reminisce about everything that had happened between them over the years since they had all come to WeHo, at different times and for different reasons. The lunch was Ricky’s personal thanks to all of these friends who had made such an impact on his life in their various ways. After lunch, as they were saying goodbye, Dylan said wistfully, “I wish Alan could have been here to see this day. You must really miss him, Ricky.” “More than you’ll ever know.” “You loved him, didn’t you?” “Yes. But I never realized that until the last moment, when he told me that he loved me. His final words. That’s when I said it. ‘I love you, Alan.’ And I meant every word of it. I’d finally figured it out – late, but not too late.” Dylan said no more, letting a long and heartfelt hug speak for him before he and his best friend headed home together. Alan’s “small personal gift” to Ricky had been the penthouse. Ricky had been shocked at first, when Carstairs had told him. But then he put it together with Alan’s final words to him and deciphered the hidden message behind the gift. He could almost hear Alan’s voice explaining it to him: “This was our home. Not mine. Ours.” But Ricky couldn’t live there. Not without Alan. The memories in those rooms, and the realization of what he’d lost when he’d left, were more than he could bear. The eye-popping sum for which it sold made him a multi-millionaire in his own right, a status which he’d neither sought nor desired. But now he had it, and the penury of his early arrival in California was long gone, but not forgotten. This sudden access to wealth allowed him to help individuals and to donate to community causes that lay close to his heart – very much on the quiet, just as Alan had always done. Behind his back, some jealous members of the gay community took to making sarcastic reference to him and his new-found wealth by calling him “King of the Twinks.” By this time, of course, he had long since ceased to think of himself as a “twink.” He would always show a slim build to the world but “twink,” as he saw it, was a label for a boy. He didn’t know about the unofficial title, and if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. Small minds discuss people, as he was now only too well aware. Also gone but not forgotten were his wild and promiscuous younger days. Now he had become a man who was only attracted to the idea of sex if he felt an emotional connection to his partner; random hookups were no longer of interest to him. He was uncommonly young to reach that point, but then (as he often reflected) he had pretty much crammed fifty years of living and learning into less than a decade. Nor was it surprising that he and Dylan had wound up sharing a permanent home, as Dylan’s trauma had driven him into the even sterner feeling of being completely asexual. At the first meeting of the board of the Alan Bryors Foundation, Ricky had been shocked to look at the financials and see for the first time the sheer size of Alan’s fortune. Even with the penthouse passing to him, a few bequests to other institutions, and the ten million dollar donation to the Terry Westover Memorial Center, Alan had still left an estate not far short of eighty million dollars. That meeting elected Richard Manningtree as the Chair of the Foundation Board, and with that vote Ricky truly became a king in the world of benefactions. Alan’s legacy of kindness and service continued to colour the outlooks on the world of both Ricky and Dylan, as they pursued their paths through life. Both men had become empathetic old souls, long before their years as measured on the calendar suggested advancing age. It was on Ricky’s thirty-fifth birthday that Dylan brought up the key point. They’d gone out for dinner together, and had a great time, laughing and joking together as they had always done – in between quieter moments of recollection and reflection. After dinner, back in their new condo, closer to the ocean in Santa Monica, Dylan turned serious. “You know, Ricky, if you look at us carefully, we’re carrying on just like an old married couple now. We’re sharing a home, sharing a life. We go places and do things together. We sleep in the same bed more often than not, and you’re one of the very few people I can bear to have touching me and holding me. We’re both over the whole casual sex thing for good, and what we have suits us both right down to the ground. Why don’t we just drop the other shoe?” “What are you saying, Dylan?” “Let’s get married. In reality, we’re ninety-five percent of the way there already. Each of us fulfils a central role in the other’s life. We might just as well acknowledge that truth to ourselves and to the world. There are married couples that have been together for years and never achieved the kind of closeness and common wavelength we share.” Ricky thought about it and laughed, with a wry edge. “You know what, Dyl? You’re right again – as usual. But no big show or celebration.” A week later, the announcements went out. Mr. Richard Manningtree-Carroll and Mr. Dylan Carroll-Manningtree are pleased to announce that they’ve finally given up fighting to escape their destiny and decided to confirm the obvious by getting married last Friday, October 21st, 2039, at City Hall, Santa Monica, California. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

So I went to my usual Spanish sauna today. I started off in the darkroom and immediately got kissing with a group of about four or five hot Spanish men. Very quickly one of them started fingering my hole that was already prelubed. I ain't messing around anymore wasting time so I always pre lube before going in. As I was wet kissing one bearded guy, another guy slipped into my hole. As he was fucking me the guy I was kissing supported me from falling. They may have been together and working as a team I don't know. When the top fucking me shot his load and pulled out, the guy kissing me spun me around and took his place, sliding easily into my lubed and cummy hole. I was then kissing someone else. This process continued until I was fucked by about four or five Spanish tops. All in the same group. When the men had finished with me and the group dispersed, I left the darkroom. Outside I saw a guy who is my absolute perfect dominant top. He has fucked me many times going back about three years. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He kissed me passionately, then pulled my head back and spat in my mouth. I was putty in his hands. Again. He is a massive man. Strong, muscular, dominant and at times I am slightly scared of him which adds to the attraction. He said to me in Spanish... Cabina... Now. I'm going to impregnate you. He is an alpha male. I cannot refuse him. Which again, slightly scares me at times again. We went into a cabin and he stood beside me. He told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. To show him respect. I immediately obliged. He then pulled me up and pushed me face down onto the bed. He put his mouth to my hole. He felched a lot of come from my hole, grabbed me by the neck and spat it into my mouth. He then kissed me passionately. He asked how many loads I had taken. I told him 4 or 5. This made him even hornier and again he pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the bed he fucked me so hard I hit my head against the wall. I begged him to give me his load. He insists I refer to him as Señor. I have no problem with this. He shot his load deep inside me and held me down for about a minute after he came. When he pulled out he grabbed me by the hair and told me to clean his cock. As I was doing this he told me to savour the taste of the five loads coating his cock. I did this so willingly. I have never showed such care and attention cleaning a tops cock......

Chapter 1 – We Meet at Last I’d been chatting online with David for a while. He is a 24-year-old guy and says that he has never been with a man but knows that he wants to experience everything that two guys can do together. He first hit me up because he likes older guys and is looking for someone with experience to introduce him to gay sex. As a 64-year-old, I was doubtful that we would ever meet but it was fun to chat with him and find out more about him. He told me he is 6’2”, 190, with dark hair and blue eyes. We never exchanged face pics, but he sent me several other pics. He’s well-built with a nice hairy chest. His cock is larger than average, and his ass is hairy too. I convinced him that some guys, like me, really like a hairy ass. He had tried shaving in the past and felt that it was tough to maintain, so he had let the hair grow back. He also told me that he had a beard. I’m shorter than him at 5’11” and weigh about 195 pounds. I have blond hair that is going grey now, with hazel eyes. My body is only lightly hairy. Overall, not bad for 64, but it is hard to see how a handsome 24-year-old would be interested. Nevertheless, we continued our online chatting. We’d gone through the standard laundry list of things guys do when David asked me if I had ever partied. I told him I had, and it made a fun experience even better. He said he wanted to try T but had never had the chance. If we got together, I’d make damn sure he had the chance! David asked me if I had any plans for an upcoming long weekend. Some buddies and I had talked about getting together to party and play, but I told David that I was free. He asked if it would be OK if he came down to see me. I said he would be very welcome to come and visit and told him that he could stay as long as he wanted. He said that he would be there Friday evening. Before Friday, I made sure that my playroom was well stocked with poppers, lube, toys, and all the other things that we might end up needing. The sling was ready to go, and I had lots of food and drinks for us. David arrived around 8:30. He was quite handsome and was dressed in shorts and a tight polo shirt. Some chest hair peeked out around the collar, which is always a turn-on for me. His arms and legs were also covered in some nice fur. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a T shirt, with a jockstrap on under my shorts. We started out in the living room, taking the time to learn a little more about each other now that we met in person. I offered him something to drink, and he chose beer, so we both had cold bottles in our hands. After some awkwardness, we started talking about our sexual wants and needs. David confessed that he had gotten and given a few blowjobs and had once had a guy eat his ass. Unfortunately, that was the guy who suggested that he shave his ass to be more acceptable. I assured him once again that a lot of guys like a hairy ass. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and show me your hairy ass?” I said. David demurred a bit, so I suggested that we could both undress each other. He was OK with that. First, he took off my shirt, and then I reached over and lifted his polo over his head. Damn, he was a hot guy. Defined chest with hair in all the right places. I felt him up a bit, then licked his nipple to see how he’d react. He responded well, so I spent some time working over his chest and nipples with my hands and mouth. I worked my way lower and played around the top of his shorts. I could tell that his cock was straining against the fabric. I unbuttoned his shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. He was wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein underwear. I buried my face and nose in his open shorts, mouthing his hard cock through the fabric. He was moaning and writhing around and then got up to take off his shorts. I said, “Let’s take off your underwear too”. David replied, “Only if you do it too”. Of course, I was happy to oblige, but I was planning to leave my jockstrap on for a while. It’s gotten a lot of use, shows some wear, and has a great, sexy aroma. My shorts came off, and I pulled David’s underwear off his tight body. He had a nice bush surrounding a sweet cock. It was hard and throbbing and about 8” long. Reasonably thick too. His balls were hairy, and when I reached back to pull his cock towards me, I was able to feel his wonderfully hairy ass. His cock pumped out a spot of precum, which I gladly licked off his dick. He shuddered in delight as my mouth touched his cock. David stood there, so I crouched down in front of him to take his cock in my mouth. I love this position since it allows my hole to open up. Knowing what was coming through the night, I wanted to be as open and available as possible. While sucking his dick, I was also massaging his ass. While his dick was great and kept giving me more precum, I really wanted to see his ass. I sat down on the sofa and said to David, “Turn around and show me your ass.” He did, and my cock leaked some precum. He had one hot ass! Nicely furred with dark hair, I could see how it got more dense in his ass crack. He also had that sexy triangle of hair on his lower back. I leaned forward to rub my face all over his ass, licking and fondling as I went. I probed a little bit around his hole but wanted to save the best for later. “Let’s go in the bedroom and get more comfortable,” I suggested. He nodded, and I led the way into the room. David’s eyes grew wide when he saw the playroom. He said, “I guess you have had some good times in here”. “And we are about to have some great times,” I replied. “Let’s get the party started”.

Hey, you can call me Jack. It all started about a year before. My wife divorced me and took my house and hall my money. Why? She found out I am Bisexual. Here is the thing, I never cheated, never watched porn, never did.anything that could be considered unfaithful. She asked one day, I was honest and said yes, and she left. After the divorce, I decided that if I was going to lose my marriage over this, I would go ahead and embrace it. I went out and fucked around with guys. I am in great shape and am well endowed. Eight inches hard and thick. Getting guys was.not a problem. With all that I let a top have his way with my ass one night. Great sex. The thing was, he gave me the bug. I found out I was.HIV+ as a result. After that I stopped, for a while. It was after that when my daughter, Terri, moved in with me. She was on my side during the divorce. She left college to help me with all that happened. When Terri moved in she changed. She started wearing less around the house. Showing off her body. Encouraging me to.go out and fuck guys. Wanting to hear the details about it afterwards. Sitting on my lap. While I tell her. After a month of this she finally just said what was going on, "Daddy, how many hints do I need to drop until you give me what I want?" I was.confused. She was wearing a robe and took it off, revealing her naked body. "I have been trying to get you to fuck me and infect me with your HIV. Daddy your little girl wants your bug." What happened next was a flash. I was in my bedroom,.naked myself, kissing my daughter and scraping the inside o her pussy with my fingernails. I knew she was bleeding inside. There was no need for foreplay. I just pushed my hard dick into Terri's wet cunt. It felt so good to be inside my daughter. I have never fucked anyone so hard. She was screaming, "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your poz.cock. Make me an infected slut. Make me your AIDS whore." That was all I needed to hear, my load was coming. "Here it comes baby, your first toxic and tainted load." She came while !y load shot into her, infecting and.corrupting her. "Thank you daddy." "We are not done yet." I said with evil intentions. I flipped her onto her belly. I was still hard and horny. She wanted to get pozzed, properly. Her juices was all the lube I needed. I forced my dick right into her virgin ass. Her scream was loud and intense. She couldn't speak. I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She was enjoying her father forcing her into anal. I lasted longer this time. She came several times. "I am close darling. Daddy is going to give you a.second load. You ready?" She barley spoke, but managed to squeak out, " do it daddy. Let the dick that made me be what kills me." I unloaded more HIV sperm into her. I kept going for a third one. She was too worn out by then to do more than groan with pleasure. When she came down with the fuck flu we went to the ER to confirm what we already knew. Her was HIV positive. When she recovered, we celebrated. We went to a sex club and let several men fuck her raw. They had no idea what was going to happen. My daughter is now my HIV wife. We share the bug with both men and women. Stealth sex with unsuspecting victims.

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Cant thank you enough for sharing this with us @daddybear54 , but will try: Thank you! This community is lucky to have you here with us, sharing your talents, your words, your artful expression of it all. Thank you!

Reminds me of the cherry pie recipe on cans of Crisco!

As a teenager jerking off multiple times per day, vaseline was the go to, available lube. I remember it most a few years later training my hole for dick. Guys had tried to fuck me but it always resulted in failure as it hurt so much but I so wanted it. I began using a candle and finally brave enough to buy a dildo at the adult book store, both coated with vaseline. Within a few months I was getting fucked...bb of course

Vaseline for the base coat. Reapply silicone, water-based or spit as needed. Your choice.

I almost always use Vaseline 😁💅🏻💦 it lasts a long time, it’s mild for the hole and gives just enough friction to make it a perfect fuck

I do ATM in a group setting, even if the dick is coming out of someone else ass. It shows respect and lets others know how much you appreciate their actions.

My young FB asked if he could bring a buddy. Always!! I love younger guys for their stamina. He's really into daddies and I'm sure I'm not the only one he fucks. I didn't think buddy was really into daddies as much as his friend. His cock wasn't as big as his friend but once we got going he turned out to be a very horny enthousiastic fucker. Maybe it was just the idea of fucking someone together with his friend. I didn't really care. The both nailed me really good and pretty long. Four loads! Yum!

Got a load from André Hunke when I visited Brazil last year. He's got!

Today at my place. Had a 25yr old hottie over with a good thick 7 inch dick. He’s just entering my hole when we hear something downstairs, my husband was home unexpectedly! I’m a cheating whore so the hottie jumps into the closet, I grabbed his stuff and hide it and jump back into my shorts. Finally husband goes on a work call. I sneak the hottie downstairs into another room, he went to put his jeans back on but instead I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, he was hard again in seconds so I turned around and let him push that dick into my hole where he blew a load. He kept using his dick to push his load in further. I’d say he would of pumped loads into me all day if we were alone. this is one I won’t forget #closecall

Do I need to give dates - okay, here we go" Jeff Allan (P-Twon Paul) - Hot Desert Knights, Raging Stallion Austin Shadows - Treasure island Media Okay let me check through my old phone book, I have their "REAL names: but I can't mention those for fear of being charged with doxy-ism. I have several others but I need to look through and get the studio and screen name ---- more to follow.

Bare sex with a top finishing inside you is out of this world. There is no way to describe it. Soon you will find out!

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss. As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form. Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now. Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve. “Oink pig” “Oink Boss” “How you been keeping?” “Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick” “Nice one. How does it feel?” “It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?” “Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful” “I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now” “You not gone out yet to celebrate?” “No, part of me wants to obviously” “Why don’t you come over, boy?” Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then… “Sure, when you free?” Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and… “I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on” Jason got harder at the idea “Okay, sure” “That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother” It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother. Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit. As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on. However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch. Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it. “I’m in here” Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve. “Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.” Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed. Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating. “Here, strap me in brother” And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight. “How do you feel, Boy?” “Fucking horny, Boss” “Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.” “Yes, brother” Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him. “I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.” “Yes boss…” “Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother” Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother. “Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed” It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in. “Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?” “Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.” “Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation” It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural. Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right. Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything. As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again. “Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.” Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel” Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never know, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling. “Now it’s your turn brother.”

Late bloomer. 22 found a hot white man on xtube to be first to pop my cherry. 🙂

Alligators have to eat, too. And the planet has an enormous surplus. Second only to chickens...

"Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman" - not a bad combo.

Fisting trade lad My Grindr sounded with a message from a fit as fuck tradie lad working nearby and asking if he could toy my hole while he wanked off over his lunchtime. The thought of perhaps having him wank over my hole was too much to resist so I agreed. I asked him what he needed and he asked me to leave a couple of toys out for use while he wanked. I was to be hooded and ass up for anon and he loved playing with a cunt when his Mrs wasn’t around. I agreed and was in my pup mask and ass up when he arrived with a large butt plug fully inserted. He stripped off to his white Nike worn socks. He was soon pulling on the plug and stuffing it back it as he stretched my hole with it. I could hear him huffing on poppers. He swapped the plug for a dildo and gave my hole some deep and hard thrusts with it. Then he swapped to using his fingers to open and stretch my hole, I huffed on poppers and let him. It felt amazing as he took his time opening me up with one hand and wanking with other. He was trying to get his wanking hand into my hole. Then he changed his plan and used both hands to stretch me open. He was using his thumbs on the stretch when I felt his dick inside the gape. I could tell he was teasing my cunt and he removed his thumbs so my hole closed around his dick. He was suitably turned on to start fucking my cunt. So much for just wanting to toy my hole. I’m not sure if that was his intention but he was now just giving my cunt a good horny fucking and he was good too making use of my opened sloppy cunt. Then he was back on his knees working my hole open more stretching me to the limit with his fist and cock together. When he was done he shoved his dick back inside and told me it was time to get a load in that stretched cunt. He banged me until he was ready to breed me. He clearly got off using a sloppy cum bucket and was soon shooting jizz inside me. When he was done, like a typical straight guy, he couldn’t resist pulling his semi cum cock out and waving it about against my ass and sliding back inside my cummy hole for good measure. He tagged my ass FIST n FUCK, got dressed and left me used n dripping.

Nice starT. We all know that orange these days for btms means pnp (NB: it's the same tint of orange as a syringe cap).

Met a young 22 yr military soldier from the military base near my town. Picked him up from his barracks and drove to Toronto to a sex party. A joint and poppers with weed laced lube and I was ready to rock. Got to the corner of a semi darkroom and bent over to suck him. Felt a finger probing my ass, first one then second. Satisfied that I was sufficiently relaxed and lubed a hard cock 8in got up my ass. Got my first load within minutes. Got another one before taking a break. Round 2 I was bent on a soft bench and I got 3 more loads. Round 3 my buddy exclusively used me and gave me his load. I was delirious ad flying high due to weed and poppers and all those internal orgasms that I got. Lost count of how many anal orgasms I had last night. I still haven't orgasmsed with cum since last night but feel like my ass is gaping for more cocks tonight.

I was visiting a mid west town and stumbled into a small college gay bar. Not much going on but I did see a few cute young boys drinking it up. That's where I noticed him. A young and tight looking boy maybe 21 drinking it up with his buddies. I saw him break off and walk to the bathroom so I followed. I could tell walking behind him he was drunk and was hiding a nice ass in his jeans! I pulled up to the urinal next to him and whipped out my semi hard 8 inch cock with a massive head and just left it hanging out as I pissed. Then he looked over at it and looked up and saw me sniffing some kola. He said what's that? I told him Kola, He said "no shit. Never done it before." I turned facing him with my cock and asked want some? He said sure how much. I told him was from out of town and looking for a place to crash we could party and hang out. He said Yeah, His drunk body not thinking of what he just committed to. We walked out he said goodbye to his friends and we drove back to his apartment on campus. He said he lived alone cause his roommate always stayed with his girlfriend. So I knew this was going to be a good night. We got to his place and we sat on the sofa, I asked for a drink so as he got up I set up some lines - mine with kola his with kola and meth. I blew my lines and he did both of his. Eager, cause for a first time he took a lot. Within minutes I could tell his mind was spent and rolling on the alcohol and drugs. So I offered another line. He eagerly said sure and sniffed down two more long trails of sex dust! We started to talk about sex. He had only been with two guys, and he had only topped. I knew I wanted it and moved in, I started kissing and undressing him seducing his fucked up mind with my body. He began to slurp on my cock with enjoyment. I let him slurp as I knew his mind would even weaken more. He started to really relax and then I knew he was there for the taking, I pulled off his clothes revealing a young smooth body with a nice pale cock. He laid back smiling up at me as I moved in licked his cock and began to eat his hole. He moaned and whimpered as I danced my tongue over his tender hole. Tight and smooth I could smell its innocence. I then came up leaving my dripping cock in his crack as I started to kiss him. I paused and looked into his eyes and asked you like that? Yes he whimpered. My cock head found his hole and pressed into it, I looked him in his eyes and said I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to slid my cock into you're your hard body. He said okay and closed his eyes. I told him to leave them open. And I looked deep into his sole as I pushed my cock hard into his sweet hole. My dick forged a path through his muscle and deep into his body until I could feel my balls slap his ass. I looked into his eyes and told how nice he felt, how warm and hungry his ass was. He smiled. His brain obviously on overload. I smiled at him and kissed him the told how my cock felt, hard, swollen. I looked into his eyes and told him how I was going to fuck his ass and convert it. How my poz cum was going to flow into his body. His eyes just looked up at mine and he smiled. I was in heaven. I started pumping his ass hard and with furry. I smiled at him and asked if he wanted it, he smiled back and said yes, yes yes. It was hot, I was telling this boy over and over how I was going to poz his hole, convert his ass... He was so fucked up I don't think he thought much about it - he just loved how it felt and laid there and smiled. I love boys in this state. I told him here it comes baby to prepare for a big poz load to poison his hole. My cock began to poor out creamy viral cum deep into his ass. The whole time the boy smiling and asking for it. I fucked that boy 6 times that night each time giving him a new load of my jizz. After I was done the boy passed out on the bed, spent and used and now pozz. I looked around his place and gathered up some kewl clothes he had, and some tommy undies, and cleaned out his wallet and left.

Took two loads at ABS in Troy for lunch. One through glory hole -thick cock, and one thinner cock in my booth. Had some blood when I expelled the loads at home, so if they had a gift I surely go it. Then licked the urinals at Waterworks. No luck with additional loads-promising sniffies chat for possible play tomorrow. Being a pig is a lot of work-oink.

Sex is easy to get (particularly for a top). Discretion is not. Many customers are not necessarily paying for sex. They are paying for silence. Good rentboys keep every hole open for their client during their meeting and keep their mouth shut after the appointment.

Part 3 After we moved the clothes to the dryer, uncle Chester was still walking around with his impressive hard on. He was playing with it periodically as we moved to the living room. I was sipping on the remains of my now lukewarm coffee on the couch. Uncle Chester sat on the other end with his feet pointing towards me. He was playing with his dick in one hand, and going through his phone with the other. “I got to get this thing taken care of. All those photos of my younger days really got me horned up. I’m going to see if I can get someone over two drain my balls.” “Looking on Grindr I assume?” “Recon. The kinkier boys are usually there. I want these feet licked as well as my cock.” Uncle Chester lifted his legs and placed his feet in my lap. This close I could pick up the odor wafting off of them. “What kinks do you like Will? Maybe I can find someone on here for you too.“ “Oh, you don’t have to go through that kind of trouble. I don’t think I’ve really done much in terms of kink. I mostly just done sucking and fucking. I know I’m pretty boring.“ “Nonsense. You just haven’t branched out. What kinks have you been interested in?” “Um, maybe rimming, teabagging, wrestling.” “Fairly tame but it’s a good start. Ah, here’s a 65-year-old bear chub, who says he loves to sit on guys faces. You might like to eat his ass.” Uncle Chester showed me his phone screen. On it was a profile picture with bad lighting and a pretty shady looking fat old guy was looking menacing towards the camera. “I think his ass would eat me, ha ha.” “It’s an option. There’s no shortage of kinksters out there. While you’re here, I’ll be your wing man. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t help my nephew have the best experiences he can?“ “I appreciate it. I’ve always been open to new experiences.“ “Good. Here’s a good one for me. I think I’ll have him over for a nice romp in the sack.“ He showed me the profile. Slender 20 something year old. Light brown hair, still within his preferred type. “I’m sure he’ll provide you good service.“ I looked down towards uncle Chester‘s feet in my lap. He was rubbing my torso with his toes. His feet were big. Much bigger than mine. Even though the rest of him was fairly rough, they looked pretty smooth. Uncle Chester peered past his phone and saw me looking at them. “What do you think?“ He lift a foot up towards my face. I ended up holding it in support. The smell much stronger now. “They stink.” “It adds flavor. All the boys love it. Feel free to plant your nose in there and savor them.” he moved closer to my face “I’m not sure” “You mentioned you would do it for the right guy. You should know what to expect when you eventually do. Go on just humor me.“ He had a point. If I was going to do something like this with a guy in the future, I wouldn’t want to go in unprepared and embarrass myself. I pulled his foot close and pressed it up to my face, giving a long inhale. Immediately my head was spinning as the scent of uncle Chester’s dirty, sweaty feet were intoxicating me. “Wow, that’s intense.“ I suddenly felt a tingle in my nether regions. My dick was starting to react. Uncle Chester noticed as well. “What’s this? Looks like you’re responding to it quite well.“ He used his other foot, and started tapping my now stiffening cock. He spread his toes and gripped the head of my dick between them and pulled back my foreskin in slow stroking emotions. “Uncle Chester, should you be stroking my dick with your foot?“ “I’m not, I’m just inspecting your penis.“ He brought his other foot down away from my face and sandwiched my shaft between his soles. “Well this coffee is giving me a bit of harsh morning breath, so I think I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I took his legs off my lap and got on my knees on the floor, digging through my mostly empty backpack looking for my toothbrush. “Yeah, me too. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet either.“ uncle Chester stood up to move past me, as he shimmied between me and the couch, his hard on tapped me against the side of my forehead, it made me jump a little. “Oh relax. You had my cock poke your ass and it was harmless. A little fascial action is practically PG.” “Yeah, I guess I’m still getting used to casual nudity.“ “OK let’s get you more used to it then. Hold still.” Uncle Chester put a hand on my chin and grabbed his cock bringing it close to my face. He lift up his hefty cock and brought it down across my nose, the smell of it assaulting my senses. He had it lay on my face there for a moment while I winced. Then he started sliding his cock all over my face, on my cheeks, my chin it was irradiating heat and I’m pretty sure some pre-got on me. “See? Nothing wrong with that.” “I guess so.“ “Like I said. Now get under my balls.“ “What?“ He then moved to straddle my face. He picked up his ballsack and plopped it on my forehead. It was very saggy and wet. He held my head in place as he moved his hips forward and back, sliding his large wrinkly ball sack up and down my face. He stopped below my nose, and it melted over my mouth and chin. He pulled my head into him. His cock shaft on my forehead, almost my entire face being absorbed into his mature scrotum. “That’s it. Just breathe that in. This is teabagging Will.” he moved his balls upward just enough so I could speak. “Yeah, uncle, I get the picture. You’re very slimy down here.“ “You think that slimy, try this” he pushed on the top my head and walked forward a little. My nose was sliding against his taint and that’s when I saw it. Chester’s dark puckering asshole was hovering over me. It was very plump and glistening. It had a very rugged texture that probably came with years of anal play. Slowly, it was coming down towards my mouth, opening and closing like a fat leach excited to latch onto something warm blooded. His hands pulling my head towards him as he squatted down on me. My lips were just about to make contact, probably a millimeter away. That’s when he released me and stepped aside. I was able to gasp and catch my breath. The musk of his crotch coated my entire face like a thick film. “See? You can trust me. Now that you’ve had all that quality time down there. You shouldn’t be shy about us having a little bit of body contact, right Will?“ I was a little dazed from nearly doing ass to mouth with my uncle. But he didn’t actually go that far. What with my ass getting poked by his cock and my mouth nearly connecting with his slimy doughnut, I had to agree that his dick slaping my face was fairly tame in comparison. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I replied, while internally trying to readjust my expectations of personal boundaries. If this was the sort of thing that was going to be common with him, then I guess I’ll just have to roll with it. “Oh, and if you ever want to plant your face in my balls, again, feel free.“ While getting tea bagged by uncle Chester wasn’t really a bad experience. I am not sure that I would actively dive in between his legs again. I mean, Chester is family after all. But his balls were quite warm. “Thanks I’ll keep that in mind.“ I rummaged through my bag again, and pulled out my toothbrush. I let out a sigh, and instinctively licked my lips. I could taste ass on my mouth. I think when uncle Chester moved to get off of me, his asshole did slide across my lips briefly. I brushed my teeth and we went about our morning fairly regularly. Both of us still nude. Uncle Chester told me that his dryer was semi-broken and didn’t have heat, so my clothes would take an extra amount of time to dry. I hadn’t yet gotten a shower. Chester maintained a lot of conversation, so it was hard for me to find an opportunity to ask if I could use his shower. It had been a couple days and I was a little grimy from traveling. Previously I could smell my BO, but now my face was covered in his ball sweat so the odor of his sack was constantly present for me. My thoughts kept going back and forth. Uncle’s free spirited lifestyle was fun and quite liberating. But letting his genitals touch me as casually as a handshake was very far from the norm. With other friends I wouldn’t mind it at all and would even enjoy it. But that would involve some sort of intimate component. Chester assured me there wasn’t a sexual component to how he behaves around me. But being face planted in his balls earlier definitely tested the limits of that, even if he was just fooling around. Uncle Chester kept sporting his hard on around the house, waiting for his hookup to arrive. He casually stroked it while he was making toast in the kitchen. I handed him jelly from the fridge and he smiled at me. He had such a warm disposition. When the toast popped up he had me spread the jelly, standing behind me watching. Then he stepped closer and his cock pressed on my butt crack. I was contemplating if that was okay. Since I had arrived, I looked at sex photos of him, had his pre cum drip down to my balls and ass, got my asshole poked by his dick, smelled his foot, got my dick sandwiched between his feet, and had his dick and balls rubbed on my face. Anyone I would mention that to would tell me thats all crossing boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. I know it may seem that way, but whenever Chester had the opportunity to take advantage, he didn’t. When his dick poked my ass with my legs over his shoulders he could have attempted to fuck me. When his ass was over my face he could have plopped it on my mouth for a forced rimjob but walked away instead. In conclusion I determined that Uncle Chester was good intentioned. He’s just very comfortable with his body. So I didn’t objected to his cock touching my crack in the kitchen. Sure it’s eccentric, but I feel safe with him. “When is your recon boy coming over?” I asked not moving my ass. Uncle Chester put his hands on my hips and wrapped his arms around me for a hug. His cock slid down my ass and went between my legs. I felt his tip hit my balls. “Soon, which is good. I really need to blow a load in someone.” “I can tell, your dick is poking my nuts.” “That’s okay with you right?” “Yeah it’s fine. It’s really warm.” “Your ass is really warm.” He was rubbing his hands up and down my stomach. “It is a little hot today so that’s probably causing it.” Uncle Chester stepped back, pulling his cock from between my legs and stopped below my ass. He grabbed his cock and slid it up between my cheeks stopping at my hole. “Nah thats definitely your natural body heat. I can feel it from your sensitive areas. I really need that trick to show up. I can’t wait to plow into that ass.” I felt him press a little against me. I was sure he wasn’t trying anything bad. Just like previously. “Hey Will, spread your legs and bend over the counter.” “Why?” “Because the recon trick is your hight. I might want to fuck him in the kitchen. I need a reference.” “Okay.” I spread my legs slid the toast to the side and leaned over the counter. My ass naturally spreading apart. Uncle Chester put a hand in my back and kept his cock on my hole. “Yeah I think this will work. I’m gonna slide my cock up in that boys ass right here.” He slapped my ass a couple times with his cock and swirled it around it a bit before centering it again. He moved his hips forward and I felt his cock press against my hole. That’s when there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be him.” Uncle Chester let go of me and left to answer the door. The two of them entered the living room, and uncle Chester introduced me. “And that’s my nephew Will, don’t mind him. He’s just visiting for a while” The recon trick, (I never got his name) smiled and waved at me. He looked back-and-forth between Chester and I inquisitively. I guess he was surprised to see that I was nude as well. “I’m waiting for my clothes to dry.” I explained. The two of them went to the bedroom and I was left to enjoy some toast. It didn’t take long for them to start making some noise. They really seem to be having fun in there. I checked on my clothes to see if they were done. They were still wet so I restarted the dryer time. Guess I’ll have to keep on walking around like this until whenever it finishes. I sat on the couch, going through my phone, and some other items I had in my bag. The sounds of them going at it was putting me in the mood as well. I browsed online looking up some porn, playing with my cock. I searched older men fucking younger twinks. There were plenty of video links available. One video I clicked on had a cute bottom in the thumbnail. The top was revealed to be an older man in his 60s. A little older than I was normally into but he was still good looking. I felt a little awkward playing with myself while my uncle was just in the next room getting down, but if he was cool with being sexual with company around then so would I. I didn’t really reach any sort of finish line, just casual browsing. After about an hour, with my still raging boner, I heard the bedroom door open. Chester came out to get a drink of water from the kitchen. Despite how long he had been in there, he was still hard. His dick had a glossy sheen on it. “Hey Will, could you grab a glass for me out of the cubbord? I have cummy hands.” I got up and grabbed a glass for him. I surprisingly wasn’t worried about my cock being hard in front of him. He took notice to it. “Have you been entertaining yourself while I was at it, or are you just happy to see me?“ He turned towards me and out cocks were almost touching. “Oh, yeah, I was just browsing some porn.“ “Let’s see what kind of porn you’ve been jacking it to.” He reached for my phone and was looking through it. He seemed to approve of the video content. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to the arm and put his feet up on the table. I fallowed and sat sideways on the arm. “That’s the type of older man you like? Very seasoned. The bottom boy is a cutie. Did you cum yet?” “Not yet. It might have been rude to cum in your living room.” “You can cum anywhere you like. I encourage a healthy sex drive in this house. But you’re watching tame stuff. I’ll find you some really hot videos. Come let me show you.” Uncle Chester then put a hand around my ass and pulled me off the couch arm and onto his lap. His moist cock was under my ass. We were now watching him search porn videos on my phone. “Here, this one is really nice.” He played a video of a really thin older man fucking a tied up boy. I saw that the older man had a biohazard tattoo below his belly button. He was fucking the boy hard and the boy was moaning like crazy. He looked like he was in heaven. “What do you think? Hot isn’t it?” “Yeah he looks like he’s really loving it.” “Well what are you waiting for? Stroke your cock Will.” “While on your lap?” “You don’t like sitting on your dear uncle’s lap?” “No it’s not that…” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my dick. I was a little hesitant but I started stroking it again. “Good boy. I only want you to be comfortable with your self. You shouldn’t be afraid to jack off with me. And speaking of which, raise your ass up so I can reach my cock. I wanna rub my meat too.” I raised my ass up as I was stroking my dick. I was getting really turned on by the porn and how much the bottom was loving getting fucked. I was basically squatting on the couch with my back laying on my uncles chest. Chester grabbed his cock and was stroking it too. He aimed it up and I felt his tip slide between my cheeks. “Uncle Chester, your dick is pointed at my ass.” Now I am focused on keeping my leg strength up, because if it starts to waver then I’ll end up, lowering down and penetrating myself on it. “Yeah it is. Nothing wrong with that. Careful though. If you let your hips slide down, you’ll swallow up my cock. Wouldn’t want that now.” He gave a playful thrust of the hips hitting my hole a little harder than he should have. My ring hurt as his cock head rammed. “Ouch! Okay new position.” I moved over to the side and sat down beside him. Giving my legs a rest. “What a shame. I liked having you on my lap.” “My legs were getting tired.“ In actuality, I felt like his playful thrust cause a minor entrance. My ass was a little sore and felt slippery from it. I know he’s just teasing me, but that level of fooling around might have actually resulted in an unintentional penetration. God for bid we actually cross that line. With my own uncle, my father’s brother. On top of that he has HIV. I couldn’t imagine having that conversation with my parents, explaining catching it, and more specifically who it was from. We sat there next to each other for a few more minutes playing with our cocks. Before long uncle Chester was ready for another round. “Well, it’s time that I get back in there. I’m sure that boy in there has had enough of a break. How about you come join us? I’m sure you would enjoy watching that little slut get pulverized by this thing.“ “Would that be all right? Is he interested in having someone watch“ uncle Chester grabbed me by the hand and guided me to his bedroom. “He’s a completely subservient boy. He’d love it. And I’m sure you would have more fun watching it live rather than on your small phone.“ When we got inside, I saw the recon trick tied to the bed posts, legs spread on his belly, ass up in the air. His mouth was gagged, and he looked expecting towards Chester, excited for more. Uncle Chester got on the bed and straddled him. “For this next part we’re gonna have a little bit of an audience. My nephew here is going to watch your hungry hole swallow my poz cock.” He said that more like an order rather than a request. He raised his hips and positioned his long rod at the boys gaping hole. Inch by inch I watched it disappear inside him with ease. He wasted no time jackhammering away. The boy was moaning through his gag. Admittedly, it was quite the erotic sight, watching two people fuck in front of me. I was there in the corner, watching them go at it for quite some time. Uncle never lost any energy. It was quite impressive for a man of his age. The boy he was on top of moaned loudly, and it was hard to tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. I imagine it would have to have been both due to the sheer size of the dick inside of him. “Hey Will. How about you come here and give me a hand.“ “What do you need?” I slowly walked closer to them. Not sure what he was expecting me to do. “I’ve came so much that I’m having a hard time getting this last load out. How about you massage my feet? That will help me nut.” I looked at the tangle of legs by the foot of the bed. It wouldn’t actually be participating in the sex, so it seemed like it was fine. “Okay.” I got down on my knees and brought myself eye level with uncle Chester’s large feet. They jiggled a little as his hips were plowing up and down into the moaning boy. I grabbed one of them and started rubbing the soles up and down. It was surprisingly soft and warm, albeit a little smelly. “That’s a good boy Will. That feels nice. I can feel myself building up here” Being able to assist my uncle felt pretty nice. I was glad I was able to give him some comfort. Rubbing his feet wasn’t all that bad either. After a while, uncle was getting fairly enthusiastic. It seemed like he was going to shoot off. That’s when he reached his foot out closer to my face. “OK Will I am about to bust inside of this dirty little fucker. I need you to suck my toes.“ What? Wasn’t that a little too sensual for us? The thought of it sat in my head very briefly, because uncle Chester pressed his foot up against my face making me breathe his sent. I felt my head to go a little fuzzy on it. He was wiggling his toes against my lips and my mouth fell open. It was only for a little while right? I’m just helping him get off. This can’t be crossing any sort of weird line. I took his toes in my mouth and I started sucking on them. The flavor was salty and meaty. His toes found my tongue and curled around it. I ran my tongue between them. The flavor of his feet thoroughly coating my mouth. “Fuck! That’s a good boy Will. You’re such a good boy for working that tongue on my feet! Oh shit here comes! Going to charge this ass up with another toxic load!” Uncle Chester squeezed my tongue between his toes and his hips slammed down into the boy. He let out a grunt and shot out a load deep in him. I saw his ass cheeks flex in rhythm to his orgasm. I removed his foot from my mouth, the taste still persisting. Chester got up off the boy and sat on the edge of the bed towards me. His semi hard cock was close to my face. It had a fresh sheen of cum and ass juice. White drops fell from his tip. “Ah, that was fantastic. Thanks for the assist Will.” He put a hand in my cheek and smiled at me. It felt like he was pulling me closer to his cock. The head was already nearly touching my chin. “Glad I could help.” I muttered while opening my mouth as little as possible. “What’s wrong? Worried I’ll make you suck my cock clean?” He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. “No, it’s just, it’s very drippy.” A drop of his cum hit my chin. I pulled my head away and wiped my face. That’s when I heard the dryer buzz. “Oh. Looks like the clothes are done. You tend to those and I’ll clean up this mess here.” He pointed towards the completely cum drunk boy on the bed. “Right.” I went to the laundry room to fold clothes. I could still taste uncles foot in my mouth. It taste bad but bad in a strangely good way? My heart rate was up. That was such a wild scene. That was definitely a progression of things. Was that incest? Nah, it couldn’t have been. I didn’t suck his dick or get fucked by him. I was just giving a little help is all. Right?

I rejoined everyone at the party. The two shots were doing their magic, and after a while so was the edible. It was pretty strong actually. M brought over a couple more shots, but i told him I couldn't and that I needed to drive home. He scoffed and told me that wasnt happening. That he wanted me to stay all night and party with him, since he never gets to get out of the house. Then he pulled S over and told him that I turned down shots. M told me to just stay the night at S's place. He lived only a few blocks from the gym. S looked at me a gave me a devilish smile. Then came over and said I had to do at least one more. And that I could definitely stay at his place, and that his wife and kid were out at her parents and not coming back till Christmas day. I was sold. M, S, and I all did another shot. I was feeling very warm and relaxed. The edible was kicking in and I was less nervous about being there and how I was going to get home. My guard was coming down a little bit and i was starting to laugh more and enjoy the party. Some of the girls from the gym were talking with me and telling me stories about some of the guys that we worked out with. One of them was telling the rest of the group about how big one of the guy's cock was because she had recently fucked him. One of the firefighters. He was 6'6" apparently his dick was actually proportionate to his size. Then she put her hands out to show a rough measurement of it. The other girls in the group were practically dripping wet. And very envious, even though they just laughed. But they all started to treat him a little differently. They were giggling around him and touching him a little more than before. I was definitely intrigued, but my mind was still on S and what had happened in the bathroom earlier. I kept playing it over in my mind. I comvinced myself that he was just drunk and high on coke and teasing me. Then S came up with two more shots. He handed one to me and leaned into my ear and asked if I was really gonna stay over at his place. I nodded and said, "If you're ok with that," he nodded in agreement and we did a cheers and knocked back the shot. And his hand found its way to my ass. Like actually on my ass. As he talked to the rest of the group. He acted as if he didnt realize it was on my ass. He was leaned in and talking to the whole group and noone noticed but me. I didnt stop him and i didn't bring anyone's attention to it either. His brother M came up to me, told me to come with him, grabbed my arm and pulled me away. We went back to the bathrooms and we went into the first free bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. Then lifted the toilet seat and pulled his dick out and started peeing while he was talking to me. Now, this isnt unusual. Ive been in this situation before. Drunk straight guys wanting to talk to me while they're peeing. I didnt actaully think anything of it. He was asking me how the party was. Telling me how happy he was that I made it and that I was actually drinking, because we havent drank together in so long. Then he turned around with his dick still out and in his hand. He noticed me look dowm at it while he tucked it back into his pants. I just said, "No undwear M?" He answered, "Never!" We both laughed. I was laughing in an awkward way, because I'd never actually seen M's dick before. I'd seen his ass many times. Very muscular, very round, and kinda fuzzy. But this was the first time that I'd actually seen his dick. It was thick and uncut. But his foreskin didnt fully cover the head of his dick. And it looked heavy. Then he asked if I was gonna keep partying with him and S back at S's place? I told him I didnt know that we were gon a party back at S's place, but that i was gonna head there for the night after the gym party finished. He then asked if I wanted to party with him and S. I said sure and said I didnt really party much anymore, but that Id be down to keep drinking. M then politely asked me if I wanted to party. He said that theres lots of blow if I wanted some. And to be honest, i really really wanted to. But i said I was good. But that if there was some MDMA i would do some of that. He went to the sink and started washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and said, "I can get some for you if you are serious." I was kinda shocked and a little excited. I answered, "I mean...yeah...I'll do some M." He smiled at me through the mirror. The same devilish smile his brother had given me earlier. He jusy said, "cool!" And left the bathroom. I followed him out. We went back to the alcohol and we did another shot. What was happening? I didnt really think they were in the same pervy place my mind was going. Honestly, it was so far away from anything I knew from these brothers. Ive been friends with them for years, and nothing has ever happened. So i just thought i was reading too much into things. They were just drunk and high and wanting to keep partying.

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

Part 13 Luke’s lower lip hung slacked after I face-fucked him, well he wasn’t sucking with much conviction, so I decided to feed him my cock… I was amazed on how much the presumably straight guy was so easily enrolled in gay acts by me! He must have been curious at least. Magoo had done the same with me, but at least I was gay. Unwilling and gay. For a cop representing authority in public, Luke was pretty submissive in bed. I didn’t cum yet. I was edging, slowing down when I felt too close to the point of no return. I had no reason to rush this. I had a neg guy for me to play with. My hard cock was pulsing against Luke’s tongue, and on each beat, precum leaked copiously toward his throat. He swallowed it all, and when he did his lips pursed at the tip of my cockhead, kissing it briefly before reopening his puffed lips for my cock to slide in back. I could have stay like this forever. I pulled back, straddling his crotch again. I caressed his pecs and abs, paying a lot of attention to his nipples. “Feel good?” I asked, knowing the answer already. I tighten my fingers around both tips, triggering a moan from the nice cop. “hmmm… it hurts” said Luke. Unconsciously, Luke complied to my ministration of his body. I caught them again, but pinched them harder. Luke arched is back, pushing out his pecs, offering them to my sexual/sadistic will. Under my warm ass, I was able to feel his cock getting alive again. So, I continued playing with his tits, gently loving them, dominantly torturing them. If I learned something from my first bathhouse visit is that time is meaningless. I don’t know how long we were at it, but it sure came to an unexpected surprise for both of us. “Fuck… urrgh… urrgh…” Only by the nipple-play session, he had reached an orgasm and spewed his hot load! Luke’s cock never when hard completely before his body started shaking from the impending orgasm. I felt his warm ejaculation under me, his cock snot landing right on my perineum. I shifted my body up, staging his face between my ass and balls. “Go on, lick me clean” I looked down and saw Luke shaking his head. “Come on, it’s your own cock juice. I ate your full load earlier.” I had finger-fed me all his sperm from my torso, delighted by the salty and creamy taste. “You are clean, aren’t you?” I asked. Still looking up at me, he nodded. “So, come on them, nothing to be ashamed of… all guys taste their load once in their life. There you go… see, you are just another cum-gobbler like the rest of us…” He really didn’t like me calling him a cum-gobbler. His eyes were daggers. In the end, I got him lick his own load, my balls and my ass until his face was covered by saliva and ass sweat! “It’s too bad, grandpa hasn’t returned yet” I said nonchalantly, now positioned over Luke’s thighs and lubing my cock generously. Slowly and almost mechanically, obviously down from his sexual height, Luke rose his head. “Why?” “He might have saved your ass from being fucked” My hand was at his ass before he realized what I had told him. A finger fully-deep in his straight ass, the gooey lube doing its magic. “Unngh! No…” he raised his head and let it drop back, “it’s only your finger… ah… for a second I thought you meant to fuck me… you know… with your cock.” “My finger is okay then? playing his hole. “I am good… strange feeling, but okay” he replied. “I am pushing my thumb now. How is it?” “Aah… bigger… slowly.” “Let’s try this now…” I said after few minutes of finger-stretching. We felt asleep after the fuck. It was in this cuddling position that Magoo found us, shaking my shoulder to slowly. “Hey Max, wake up…” he whispered. “Luke’s partner his looking for him. He needs to go back to his room and dressed. They are leaving.” I stretched my arm around Luke’s chest and started caressing him, “hey sexy… how are you doing… it’s time to go with your partner…” I stood up. A small puddle of cum had leaked on the mattress sheet. “Is that cum?” Magoo asked pointing at the wet spot. “Huh huh…” I replied still waking up. “You fucked him?” a mid-astonished, mid-horrified Magoo asked. “Ungh…? Yeah. We didn’t find the dominoes.” “He’s a straight cop!” “I know.” “You will have to tell me the full story later” Luke was feeling his hole. I thanked him for keeping me company. His mind was preoccupied, with reasons. Magoo and I were alone again. But the mood wasn’t there anymore. “How’s Bob?” I asked lying down on the bed again. “Fucked. Someone brought him back home. It doesn’t look good”. For a moment I saw in the old man a caring person for his friend. I felt sad. But the moment was gone! The “old” Magoo was back! “Hmmm… where were we before this brief and unfortunate interruption?” he asked, a hand sliding between my cheeks, “Oh… I see that you kept yourself lubricated… Luke’s cum?” He was pushing two fingers in my wet hole. “I’m kind of tired right now… can we…” “Nope. No more delays. No more Bob. No more “I don’t want” from you. It’s time.” He had put the poppers to my nose. I wasn’t really into it, so I fake sniffing it. “It’s time for me to collect all my efforts with you. So, turn around and suck me good because it’s the only lube your cummy ass will get. Your neg ass has defied me too many times.” It took a long time to satisfy the old man and get him hard. Although, when I felt it, it thrilled me. I buried my face in his crotch, licking the root of his cock down to his balls, smelling the manly sweat. Magoo pointed his cock at me and with one slow, tight, all-length jerk, the cock produced a drop of precum at his piss slit. “Listen carefully Max, from now on you will never waste any cum, precum and eventually piss from any men.” I lick the head clean. “It is your duty, Max.” I took over his cock and jerk it few times to get all the precum he had to offer. “Their status is not your concern anymore. Only cocks and what they gave you. Now get on the bed.” Unlike the lamb brought for the sacrifice, I knowingly and willingly laid on the bed to accept my first poz cock, and ultimately receiving a toxic load. Is my mind really made the decision? What a timid 19-year-old guy, year long sex-deprived, overwatching web porn with a bad-case of hand jerking habit can do when he found himself with 108 other naked men, all animated by a carnal desire to suck and fuck? The answer is simple: he succumbs to lust. I was fucked again like a whore in my favorite position. Déjà vu? Yes! This time it was Mr. Magoo. With his 9 ½ inches cock (how many times I told you he had an amazing cock?!), he was relentlessly pounding my hole like an Olympic marathonian. His cock was long, definitely disproportionate on a 5’ tall man. The pleasure was doubled by the average girth of his cock which allowed me to take him without much pain. “You see, and you thought you couldn’t take a poz cock up your tiny ass!” He was leaning over me, with his hand moving from my smooth chest down to my tight stomach, playing with my tiny trail of dark-blond hair which was running from my belly button to disappear in my trimmed bush. Magoo was now cock-stabbing me. I had to lift my nuts to prevent them being crushed with each short thrust. With a kind of glint in the eye (which told me that wicked Magoo was about to reoffend), he leaned further on me, putting the fuck to a halt, and kiss my lips. “Now that I got your undivided attention, I have something to confess…”

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“Need to extend your room?” Javier smiled at me. The hot little Latino had been working the counter at Club Z for about two years, and knew I was a frequent flyer. “Am I that predictable?” “I saw that blond tweeker pulling them in upstairs. I figured you’d probably hang around to see what comes out,” he grinned. “Last time you were here, we had a deal…. you still interested? 10 bucks a bag?” “You know it.” “I started collecting ‘em when you checked in….just in case.” He stepped into the laundry room and returned with a chrome dog dish, containing six knotted condoms, full of thick white cock snot and covered in stray pubic hairs and ass slime. They looked like massive albino banana slugs involved in a cluster fuck. “I only count five. That one’s used, but not really full.” “Tell ya what? You buy ‘em all, and I’ll fill the sixth one myself.” “Installation included in the 60?” I asked. “Hey Dave,” he yelled to someone in the back. “I’m taking 15.” As I followed him to his favorite storage closet, I handed him the lambskin rubber Psycho Mike had given when I left him upstairs with Tweeker Timmy. “Will you stuff this in there while you’re at it.” “Dios Mio! What kind of fucker filled that thing? It looks like there’s a cup of spunk in there.” “It’s all from one milking,” I told him. “Bullshit! I never met a guy who could shoot that much.” “He’s…. a…. more of a monster than a man,” I said with a smile. Before hitting the counter, I had stopped by Timmy’s locker and retrieved his stash from where he had hidden it in his sock. Out of courtesy for the kid, I’d split the bag in to two matching parcels, so he wouldn’t finish it all in one snort. There was a hell of a lot of Tina in the one zipped bag. “You want a line?” I offered my assistant. “Si papi!” I passed along a bump to my buddy and then poured about half the powder from the smaller bag into Mike’s monster condom, before retying it. “This one’s got to go in last. We’ll pop it once its inside,” I instructed. Locking the closet door, he dropped his shorts down around his tennis shoes before stepping out of them. Javier little brown dickhead was covered in skin, but I was much more interested in his sweet round bubble butt. Laying on my back on the grungy janitorial floor, I wiggled my ass up against the wall giving him full access to my fuck-hole as he squatted down on my face. He started fingering my slimy ass-ring as I began tonguing his butt. Lost in the smell of garlic, green chilies and buttjuice, time became meaningless. He poked and pulled on my pliable sphincter as I French kissed his tight little ring. The scumbags he’ couldn’t untie, he simply nipped of the tip with his teeth before massaging the leaking baggies into my guts. After spending so long sucking on Timmy’s dripping dilated cunt, the brown hair on my lips made a nice change. Getting my tongue up into his gooey mucus membrane took a little while. Sealing my lips around his tight hole, I sucked his pucker until it began to pout, then I’d push my taste buds deep into his colon, sodomizing him repeatedly with my mouth and nose. It wasn’t until his hairy little ring began to loosen and then clamp, loosen and clamp, that I realized he was beating off as I ate him out. Suddenly he groaned and shuddered, rubbing the whole weight of his body down on my gaping mouth and nose. Looking down at me between his legs, he held the freshly filled rubber with two fingers, and asked if it was full enough. He didn’t wait for a reply before pushing the warm fuck-sock inside my hungry crack. Finally he told me to open wide, as I felt him push the biggest bag into my butt. For just a split second I thought I felt his lips on my own asshole, as hit bit the reservoir off the last scumbag tucked up my butt. Suddenly, he gave may ass cheek a quick, sharp slap and said, “Tighten up, Esse! It’s a long climb up those stairs.” Even as he stood up to let me stand, I could feel my head begin to swim. Despite all the dildo pounding earlier on, my ass reacted to the chemicals leaking from the last torn condom he’d stuffed into me. I didn’t need to thank him, and I couldn’t if I tried as my language skills were giving away to wave after wave of pure, unadulterated lust. How long it took me to waddle up stairs with my ass clamped shut, I have no idea. My key opened the door and I was accosted by the smell, even before my eyes could adjust to the hazy light. My heart raced and my head spun from all of the chemical coursing through my brain, pounding in my blood, making it hard to focus on the bizarre tableau before me. Tweeker Timmy lay on his back wedged between Bear 1 and Bear 2 as they double fucked his little ass. Attached to his face was a piss gag with a funnel, and Psycho Mike sat above him on his rim stool, talking on his goddamn cell phone. Under the suspended toilet seat, Bear 2 held Timmy’s head in place below Master Mike's exposed ass, growling obscenities into the struggling kid’s ear. It took me a moment to realize that, although Bear 1 was plugged into the kid, instead of pounding the punk’s pucker, he too was chatting on another fucking phone. Between the stink and the fucking techno-culture, I almost turned around and walked out of the room. “It’s about fucking time,” Psycho Mike said, standing up and stepping over the boy and the bear, adding “The kid drank all six beers and now I’m a little fucked up, too,” he said rubbing his big, bloated belly. “Take the gag off,” I told Bear 2, who laid on his back, holding the kid on his belly. “I think the boy has earned his treat.” “Yeah that’s right, we’ll need the donkey and both of the horses,” Bear 1 said into his phone, “Sure, you can call Ted. Give us about two hours…. Hell yeah, you can video tape it….he wants to send a copy to his folks for father’s day…..Seriously, he asked us to…..sure, but if you sell, it we want a cut for providing the talent….” “How much longer will you be using It for?” Master Mike asked. “I don’t know….30 minu…Jesus Mother Fucking Christ!” That’s when I saw it. The kid’s disco dick was over and his monster had returned. Even with his ass turned up so that both the Bears could fit inside his ass, the skinny blonde’s tightly bound cock reached past his bellybutton. I knew it had been inside me, but I never imagined it was so long. Maybe the rawhide stings wrapped around it, biting into the skin, had something to do with it. “He owes me a load,” I said amending my time estimate, asking “Why, what are you fuckers planning?” “When we unplugged his sewer hole, he started going on and on about “Barnyard romance” and it just so happens my buddies here have a farm, half way to Tacoma. Wanna join the party?” My head spun. The speed soaking into my ass walls made it impossible to focus. The boy’s dripping monster-meat hypnotized me. My bowels burned. The giant cum slugs wiggled and writhed inside my itchy, manhole, lining my guts with their gooey slime trails. Slowly the stink transformed into nature’s musky perfume. “There’s some dick-on-a-stick, if you want it?” Mike pointed to the full hypodermic sitting between my used, greasy butt-toys and a couple empty beer cans. “I reloaded it when these freaks were done.” “Did you all use it,” I asked, suddenly thinking about getting my dick back. “I don’t need that shit, but the bears sure like it. Want me to stick you?” Mike with a needle was a dangerous idea, but the Kaverject whispered how much it needed to be in me. “Let me give the boy his treat. You can do me while I’m on the rim seat.” My mind returned to my mission. “Okay son, how many loads have you taken for Daddy?” Looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes from inside the recently vacated toilet seat, Tweeker Timmy almost shouted, “Twelve!” “Good job, son. I guess you’ve earned it.” He struggled to get up out of the bear trap, but I told him to stay put. “A buddy down stair shoved TEN full, used rubbers up my ass. Your stash is in one of them, and I’m not gonna let you use you fingers to get them out” I said as I stepped over to where the boy and the bear could look up at me from under the rimseat. “My whole stash?!?” he whined. “Stashed in my hole. If you want it, then you’ll just have to eat it out of me, pussy boy.” The conversation ended with me sitting down on the warms suspended toilet seat. “Count them out as you go. I expect you to show me them before you swallow ‘em.” The starving boy’s mouth attached to my sphincter, before I could even get balanced. The big bear gave a low yummy growel. “Eat up, Cumdump” he snarled into the little junkies' ear. Mike smiled as he brought the point, and reached through my spread legs for my drug-withered weenie. This is the sort of thing that got Psycho Mike off, plunging a needle used by three guys into another guy’s stump. The rational part of my brain had been burned away by the amphetamine fire. All I wanted was wood, so I let him do me. “ONE!” The boy shouted, before the Bear snarled, “Swallow it." I didn’t bother to look down as the base of my dick suddenly exploded. Mike stepped away and I allowed myself to focus on the feeling of the kid's lips, suckling my most private prize. He started retching, but Mike just looked at me and said “He does that.” “….So nasty…” the kid whimpered, and the bear below him inquired if it was one of Mike’s. “Yup.” “Get used to it, shit for brains,” he said to Timmy, adding "That’s how you gob is gonna taste for the next 24 hours. Now Kiss it. Kiss It. Don’t get all piggy, yet. Kiss it like you’re gonna kiss my sister. Real sweet. Right on the lips. Just like it’s your first time. Kiss his hole real nice now. Okay now give him a little French kiss. Just slip your tongue in there a little…. That’s it.” The kid already new how to suck ass real well, but the coaching helped ad to the atmosphere. His tongue found another surprise in my rectum, and he began wiggling fiercely, trying the loosen my grip. “Oh look at that, it looks like you’ve got two there.” Glancing over at the mirror beside where I sat, I could see the fat white tips of two partially full cum bags hanging out of my dripping asslips, like thick globs of spunk frozen in time. “Milk on em, boy. Don’t pull ‘em out yet. Just chew the tips off.” Now that his mouth was filled with liquid crystal, I though he’d start loosing it but, he could still manage a little oral control and was rewarded with the rewarmed jizz that dripped on to his taste buds. “Show Daddy,” the Bear commanded. Pulling my cock and balls aside I looked into the kid’s shiny toilet hole. “Eat em both, Son,” and a split second later I felt the latex worms sucked out of me with a slick pop, followed by the sound of him chewing. Bear 1 grinned from where he knelt across from me, his fire plug prick still jammed in the boy’s over stretched cunt. “I gotta piss like a race horse,” he snarled, “but I don’t want to sour the kid’s implantation.” I responded “Hold on to it a second there, bud. You can rinse me out when I’m done here,” thinking to myself So the kid had been telling people what a foul deviant fuck his father was, huh? Baring down, I tried to push out a good, sloppy fart over the boy’s probing lips and nose, and Tweeker Timmy went nuts. Like a little kid licking a bowl of frosting, he tried to stuff his whole fucking face up my butt, and by pushing down, I made room for his mouth, nose and chin, up in my guts. Another good deep grunt was all it took, and the kid’s whole face fit up inside my ass-mask. I swear I could feel his nostrils snorting the lining of my rectum. A second later, scum bags 4, 5 and 6 sloshed from my insides into his, but the pressure of squeezing them out took its toll. “Show daddy what you found,” I commanded, and the boy responded by opening his mouth and rolling the used sperm bags around for me to see. Stuffing my swelling dick in his mouth, I started pissing right away. He coughed and choked and swallowed as fast as he could. Wrapping his slimy lips around my cock head, he began drinking, and to my amazement, he was actually sucking the urine straight from my bladder with all the force in his body. It couldn’t last. The drugs in my dick started boning me up, making it too hard to piss or even keep my baby-breeder pointed down at such a sharp angle. “Starting fingering my hole,” I told the Bear below me, and he gladly accepted. His furry fingers pushed into my ass, and then he shoved them in the kid’s mouth. Again, he shoved four fingers up my butt and wiggled them in my gut-slime, before smearing them all over my boys’ face, spending extra time pushing his slimy fingers up into the kid’s crusty nostrils. Mike, who’d been packing up his gear, stepped over to me with two more huge lambskin rubbers, as full as the first one he’d given me at the door. “Here’s an extra,” he said, “I thought I’d save it for myself, but I guess the kid will be milking it straight from the source in a couple hours.” Having promised the kid 10 cum sacks, I’d felt a little bad knowing there were only 6 for him to find, but the extra rubber inspired me. Setting one on the table next to my dildos and cunt-plugs, I untied the knot on the other, and looked down past my rock hard fuck pole to the grimy, grinning sickos below me. “Hey, Man-Bear-Pig,” I said catching the big dudes eye. “Stuff this as far up into my belly as you can reach.” His fingernails felt fine when he was digging around earlier so I wasn’t too worried as he squeezed the mouth of the massive jizz bag tightly between his thumb and first two forefingers, making the proper homosexual fist. Mike used the Joyrider brand rim seat, which features a toilet seat suspended by four springs, allowing for more bounce and control, as I sat up slightly, letting Bear 2 reached through the seat. After the dildo ramming I’d given myself earlier followed by one of the best rim jobs of my life, my hungry hole didn’t need lubing or coaxing. Sitting down on the big hairy hand, I worked my slick ass lips around his thick knuckles, then his thumb, and with one serious push, down around his wrist. Fireworks, gut searing fireworks. Even with my swollen prostate, his hand felt like it was built to fit in my bowels. And as I grunted and squirmed further down, the farther up into my stomach he reached. At some point, I stopped to breath in and adjust, and that’s when I felt him squeeze the overflowing scumbag in his hand. The extra juice was all I needed, and my intoxicated fuck hungry twat went insane, trying to swallow his entire sweaty, tattooed arm. Wringing out the deformed and bloated prophylactic with his thick fist, the big bad Bear massaged nature’s perfect steroid all over my intestinal lining, pure all natural testosterone mainlining into my blood stream. Rage and Lust pushed me up and own, rage and lust with each squish, squish, squish of my swollen ass lips on his hairy forearm. The sharp taste, bitter but something savory underneath, filled my mouth, the back of my nose and my throat. I road my prostate hard against his wrist, lost in the depraved fantasy of what was going to happen to the kid over the next 24 hours. Squish, slosh, grunt, squish, slosh. Riding up and down on the horse shaped appendage, listening him grunt at the kid, “That’s it slick up my wrist, lick that animal juice off my arm, buddy. That’s what your little cunt’s going to look, all stretched out like that real soon, Breeder boy. How’s that ass soup taste?" Master Mike had double dosed me, the son of a bitch. Weight and gravity normally did a good job of keeping my dripping prick sloping toward the ground, but the angry red fuck salami pointing out at 95 degree angle ached something fierce. The kid could only mumble and all I could do was grown. Cock sauce is the only kind of lube, and Mike’s beasts made the best semen in town. The kid didn’t know what he was licking, but I sure did, and it made my fuck hole ravenous. But I was going too far, too fast. My prostate was on the verge of detonations. Looking over at Bear #1, I stood-up, asked at the same time “You mind if I slip in there?” As I reached full height, a flood of goop splashed out of my ass along with the big bear’s fist, washing over the faces beneath me in a dense wave of gut warmed cock sauce and ass goo. And back into the kid’s mouth went the bear's slick fist, followed by his tongue and nose. They shared deep, slimy kisses as the Bear with the fat dick slid out of the boy, allowing me to pound my rock hard cunt-wrecker in alongside his friends. The change startled the boy. My dick was too long and too hard to be happy with his rectum alone, and following the other fucker's bumpy shaft. I pushed past his second sphincter into the twisting boy’s lower intestine. All his coughing and struggling wouldn’t stop me, and my buddy Bear held his gross, slimy mitt over the kid’s mouth while Tweeker Timmy screamed into his cum-covered palm. “You fucking WHORE,” I cursed, adding "You stupid, demented cum dump. Letting all theses mean men take your little cunt, spunk for brains? You let all these dirty fuckers Tag your twat, when YOU KNOW your hole belongs to Daddy!” The kid thrashed under the onslaught, inspiring the other dude to start grinding deeper still, slapping his balls against mine, as we threw the meanest fuck possible into the struggling junkie youth. “Daddy’s dirty, little Spermbank,” I repeated over and over, my mind lost in the sickest imagining of how I would have raised Timmy if he were mine, and the shit that Psycho Mike and the farm Bears were going to put him through in a few short hours. “He’s ours! Now, you sick bastard,” the ooze covered bear roared, pounding his rock hard cum gun against mine with each syllable he bellowed. “What kind of fifthly, sick, fucking pig brings his little boy to a sleazy fucking bathhouse to suck the seed out of nameless strangers? We knocked him up! He’s ours now. His insides are festering with our lethal demon seed. You gave up your right to this cunt when you pulled your dick out of him!" We waged war in his hot clenching oven, digging in deeper, trying to take more ground, carving our filthy signatures on his cave walls- his sloppy, over stuffed, cum covered walls. “Shut Up,” roared the Bear to the bo, "You think this is rough, you fucked up little bitch? This ain’t shit next to the meat that’s going to get stuffed up inside you when we get you to the farm. Cry all you want now, because I’m expecting you to take it like a man with the big horsies start riding you.” I giggled, and the Bear snarled at me, “You sick degenerate….” Timmy’s eyes rolled in his Head. Heart attach or seizure, it didn't matter to me. I had my second wind, and I was going to decorate the kid's bowels with some more of my fatherly nut-slime. His little body trembled and shook as we sword-fought inside his body, the other guy's hairy, veiny shaft working like a piston against my own. “Make room for a billion little brothers,” I shouted before I let loose, with thick rope after rope of vile, charged cock snot. The last load of the night, the copious dense cock-sludge that had collected at the bottom of my balls, blowing into my baby, big gobs of jizz as thick as chewing gum, exploding against another man’s dick a he pounded it further and further into my son’s convulsing innards. Even his little bowels craved the taste of his father’s incestuous seed. The thug beside me mashed my gunk into his own, smearing my DNA all together with his, in a sick and twisted experiment in eugenics. Slapping the boy, the Bear ordered, “Thank Daddy for his seed. Tell him why you were born." Little Tweeker was crying (and/or hyperventilating). “Thank you Poppa….Thank…." Suddenly someone shoved a fist in my unsuspecting twat…no….not a fist. Bear # 1 dropped his hairy belly on my back and stuffed his fireplug fuck knot, up into my colon. “I said,” he grrrrrrrroweled “….I gotta piss like a race horse….” And so he did. My mind couldn’t tell you what the Bears had been taking. The mucus membrane in my ass was so saturated and abused, all it could do was drink and expand. Swallowing the fire-hose straight down as it erupted inside me. “He’s our BreederBoy now,” snarled the my new Gut Master, “our sister’s ov-U-latin’ in two weeks and keeps askin’ us to bring her a pretty little sperm donor. We’re gonna pump Timmy here full o’ Zink and B6, and he’s gonna bang her cervix blind, for four days, none stop. Timmy here’s promised us triplets. He’s gonna breed us a whole bunch of little of nephews with big dicks like their daddy, and they’ll all be pre-fucked up and ready for rollin’!” The Kaverject and Padingtons humping dick kept me from getting soft or relaxing enough inside the kid to fill him with my own warm piss enema, as my lower intestines quickly filled with the urine of the beast on my back. “He’s gonna make us batches of puppies to play with,” his voice echoing in the back of my poached brain. Breathing through my nose, I tried to make room, to rearrange my inside for the filthy waste that was filling me, passing into my blood. There was a moment of silence. Pure, perfect Zen light….how long it lasted I can’t say. My inner ears were numb. My nose deaf. My skin sparking with sheer electricity. The cock yanked out and a plug slammed in. “Are we done?” Bear 2 asked Master Mike. “The car will be here in twenty minutes,” my mentor offered. Shocked by the sound of my own voice, I grunted. “Timmy owes me a load. You can’t take my boy, until he pays his daddy back for his first unfinished fuck.” “Where do you want it?” Mike asked. “In the sling…, but grab me a plug, first.” Reaching for the first cunt-cork on the table, Padington used the same slick plug I’d stuffed into Timmy earlier on for the very same purpose. This time the Bears lifted me. "But first, I got some thing for my boy…..” Neither Timmy nor I could stand very well. He’d been on his back for hours and, I had to concentrate on clamping down on the twat-stopper, holding back the gallon of bear piss, squishing around in my belly. Balancing one hand on the dildo table, I retrieved the last of Psycho Mike’s super-sized sperm samples. “Do you know where these come from, Son?” The fucked-up kid stared blankly at me, still trying to find his sea legs. “Here,” I grabbed my mega plug from the table and passed it to Pooh, “He’ll need this, you don’t want him loosing all that evil shit you pumped up into his little tummy.” Timmy shouted, but his spine straightened immediately. Untying the thick swinging scumbag, I poured the final few rocks and powder, from the smaller zipper sack into the gaping mouth of the jizz filled condom. Timmy’s eyes focused suddenly. “You want me to drink that? 'Cuz I’ll do it. I don’t give a flying fuck. Give me that…” he reached, but I kept playing keep away. “No son, if you want it, you’re going to need to snort it out.” I smiled handing him half a straw. “Gentlemen? Hold his hands.” Placing the straw in the spiked spunk, I inserted the other end into the kid’s dry nostril. And just like a little boy with a thick vanilla milkshake, he snorted in as much cock-snot as he could. “These bags were filled by Master Mike's two big buddies, REX and Marky D,” I explained, pulling the half empty bag from the dazed kid. “I’m sure they’ll make you dance with REX and Marky D before they let you go for your donkey ride.” The blond boy’s face twisted in disgust, as the ejaculate filled and then drained his dry crystal coated sinus. “That’s fucking disgusting,” he grumbled tasting the slob draining down the back of his throat. “Was it old or frozen?” “No,” I assured him, “That’s farm fresh. Mike milks it before he comes out to play.” Moving the straw to the other nostril, I couldn’t hold the secret back any more. “REX is a Bull Mastiff and Marky D is a Great Dane.” Confusion played on the kid’s face for a second. “Dog jizz?” He asked out-loud. “That’s right, crystal fortified canine ejaculate. Now finish it off for daddy,” and with one mighty snort, the sick little fucker did. Holding his head back at an angle, he shouted, “Get this Fucker into the sling!” He shook his head violently, and the Bears obeyed. My ravenous ring didn’t want to release the kid’s warm, greasy cunt-plug, but it didn’t have any choice. Squeezing my innards as tight as I could, I tried to the pull the Bear’s sewage back into my stomach, but the kid rammed his flagpole up in me before I could spill a drop. The little rings inside my ass had clamped shut to keep the piss inside me, but my boy wasn’t going to stand for it, pushing in as hard and as deep as he could. All the stretching from the butt bumps, the bear fist and my own dildos made it easier for him to slam his way into my lower intestine, brutally pushing the other guys urine deeper into my system. “Carve your name in his ass,” Bear 1 coached the boy. “Spray-paint your DNA all over your daddy’s sloppy cum-chute,” added Bear 2. “Charge him. Charge his ass good. Spark up your Daddy.” “Make ‘im your first convert.” "Yeah, breed him with your sick seed. Plant your germ it your poppa’s ass.” “Breed, BREED, BREED!” They chanted as the kid pounded, and I ground down as hard as I could, trying to mash his teenage testicles into my bottomless pit. “Make him cry, Timmy,” Master Mike instructed, “Make your daddy cry as you poison and pollute his insides. Hurt him, boy, hurt him real good.” The tweeked out little freak shook insanely as he put his roto-hammer to work. He snarled and grunted like a dog. Foaming white froth seemed to form around his nose and mouth. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the sound of one of the sweaty spectators slapping his ass, smacking the buttplug with hard, loud pops. “Come on Son, show Daddy what’s in your nuts, you stupid little pussy….” That set him off. “I Am Not Just a Fuck Hole For You and Your Friends To Fucking Violate every Fucking Day of My God Damned fucking Life you Fucking Filthy bastard,” the boy cried, “I am A Man, I am a Fucking Breeder, I’m Gonna Be a D….”” “Breed him, boy….” “Get daddy preggers with your demon seed, Buddy-boy. Shove it up deep inside Daddy, mark up his walls….” “Come on, Son. Tag me, boy. Whitewash my insides and go.” And he did. He howled and jerked and thrashed and fucked, pumping a nights worth of pent up ball juice up deep inside my worn and battered bowels. Despite the drugs and the piss and the bruised tissue inside me, I could swear I felt his goop fire up into my stomach- wad after wad of backed up baby-batter, spewing all over my insides, as he tried to hammer it and mash it into my tender mucus membranes. He grunted and groaned and dumped and grunted. The men behind him where congratulating him, telling him what a good father he’ll be, and how he was the perfect carrier for their toxic waste. Their words helped him slow down a little as he tried to catch his breath. Bear #1 asked him a question and he nodded. “Do it now,” said the Bear 1, “Do it now so we can be done with him.” My mind couldn’t quite grasp what had been said, but it didn’t matter. Something happening in the pit of my stomach held my attention. Fire down below. The pressure of pent up piss began to increase at a gut churning rate. My asshole bit down on the base of his prick but it didn’t stop the swelling inside me. His fever burned my bowels once again. The hot flashes of his piss blending together with the bear’s set me spinning. The shitty six pack enema the boy drank earlier had worked its way down his throat and into his bladder in a very short time, and as my stomach began to buckle, I tried pointing to my towel. I tried to focus on all of the grinning whiskers that looked down around me. “For my boy” I whispered, and Bear 1 seemed to hear. My throbbing, bruised prostate, my heart, my brain, my eyeballs, my tongue all floated in a sea of warm, noxious piss. Words weren’t forming, just wave after wave of stinky, stale salt-water, pushing into me as it soaked into my bloodstream, absorbed through my lining of my bowels. “Good boy” was all that I could get out, when Pooh returned with the other baggy full of Tina, Timmy’s shiny face lit up like a little cherub on Christmas day, grinning at the sight of all the snow still waiting for him in his bag. “Wait ‘til you get him to the barn,” I tried to say to his new pals… his brothers.. in law, if I was really remembering their plans… “Good luck with the triplet’s… don’t clamp down when Mr. Ed cums or you’ll…. Kill your self.” “Too late,” Master Mike chuckled. As he removed his rod from my Honey Bucket, he very gently slipped the fat plug back in its place. Stretching over my body, laying his smooth sweat soaked skin on my furry bloated belly, Timmy tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let the little fuck-hole embarrass himself in front of his new friends. “Jesus mother Fucking Christ,” I said so they all could hear me, “Your breath smells like you’ve already blown the whole fucking kennel.” The kid stopped and smiled. Slapping his palm on my forehead, he pushed my head back, stuffed his nose in my mouth and gave a mighty blow. Before they left, I asked them to turn on the porn and shut the door. They invited me to join them, but I knew if I did, I’d end up trying to steal the spotted donkey dong form the hungry boy’s cunt-mouth. Laying on my back with my swollen dick of death pointing like rock hard arrow up at my chin, I marinated, lost in the clamping and relaxing of my aching gut-ring, wrapped round the fat pacifier, holding back the jizz of ten men and two massive dogs, along with the piss of a bear and a boy. My convulsing heart beat caused the plug to hump me with little conscious effort. I rubbed my swollen, bloated belly, and basted, savoring the warm, salty-sour mixture of canine ejaculate and bitter Tina dripping down the back of my throat, just waiting for another second wind.