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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

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”.

For Micky, wherever he may be... Chapter 1 I knock on the door of room 230 as instructed and M lets me in. "Get in here then, we haven't got all day". M is naked already, wearing his leather chest harness. Businesslike, wanting to start the lesson. If you saw us on the street together you'd peg him as my grandfather - white hair and beard, totally bald on top, weather-beaten face with droopy eyelids and bags under his eyes, super fat and sagging everywhere, short stubby cock. But you can tell he used to be something when he was younger, he still has a bull neck, hairy chest, massive shoulders and huge hairy forearms like Popeye. I mean his wrists are like beercans. The sling is set up by the bed. On the bed are laid out the dildos, the gags, the cuffs, the rope, the gaffer tape. The usual. On the dresser are the drugs. A fresh bottle of poppers. A baggie of weed and some rolling papers. Some blue viagra pills. A plastic bottle of liquid GHB, and a dropper to measure it out with. Another plastic baggie of pinkish powder, ecstasy. Next to them, a baggie of meth crystals, a loaded pipe, and four loaded syringes. "Right, get 'em off and come here," grunts M. I undress and stand naked in front of him. "Take two of those imodium and a viagra." I obey. He leads me into the bathroom. He brings the meth pipe, takes a deep hit, then he puts the rubber tube in my mouth and warms the bowl with his lighter. "Suck." Then directs me to blow the smoke into the extractor on the ceiling. I feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach, the outside world disappearing from my mind. He pushes me up against the wall. "Arse out", he commands. Then he roughly pushes an enema tube up my arse. He forces in water, tells me to push it out into the toilet, repeats the cycle until the water runs clear. Then he showers me down, towels me off and marches me back out to the sling. "Time for some drugs". First is some ecstasy. M tips some of the powder into a couple of shreds of paper, and we down one each. I have no idea how much he's given me - I used to obsess over that stuff, now I just leave it up to him. Next is some GHB. "I want you more out of it than last time," he grunts. He measures it out with a dropper, two mil each, dissolved in a mouthful of ginger ale. That's more than I've ever taken before. The salty taste is strong, I know I will feel it soon. Then he lights a joint and feeds it to me until my head is spinning. Then it's time to get in the sling. He spends ages adjusting the sling so my arse is presented to him at just the right height and angle. He straps my ankles wide apart, winds straps around my knees to pull them back so I can relax my legs. Once he's satisfied, he cinches more leather straps tight across my waist and chest and around my upper arms, then clips my collar to the sling so I can't move my head. Then he brings out the handcuffs. These aren't toys - they're proper heavy duty police-issue handcuffs, from an auction. He reaches under the sling and cuffs my wrists together with a metallic rasp that marks the start of the lesson. "Try and get out of that." I wriggle but I'm locked in tight. He examines his handiwork. "yep, not going anywhere, are you." He selects a cock gag, pushes it into my mouth, then stands behind me and straps it tightly around my head. The rubber cock pushes down towards my throat. I gag. Too late to complain now. No question of any "safe word". Then he makes me wait while he gets all his porn running. Which means an age of messing about getting the wifi working and logging in and finding the right video and making sure there's a screen wherever he looks. While I hang there drooling, trussed up like a chicken. M then sits down on a stool between my wide-spread legs and gets out the shaving kit. He lathers and shaves my pubes, cock, balls and arse, slowly and patiently until I'm his little boy. By the time he's done I can feel the drugs starting to kick in. Cold fire ignites beneath my skin. The air between us twitches and swirls. Red and blue fringes on the ceiling lights. The room is silent except for our breathing, the grunts from the porn videos, and the hum of the aircon. He ties a shoelace around my hard cock, winding it around my balls. It takes him a while as he gets it wrong, unwinds and starts again, muttering to himself. It hurts, it's too tight. He likes to torture my cock and balls as he stretches my hole. Somehow, M has become the center of my universe.

Chapter 2 – The Corruption Begins In Chapter 1, I tell about finally meeting up with David, a hot and hairy 24-year-old that I have been chatting with for a while. We’re naked (well, I’m still wearing a jockstrap) and in my playroom. We sat down on the couch in the playroom and felt each other up while making out. David was a good kisser, and I knew that his tongue would feel good in my ass. He was stroking my cock through my jockstrap and making it leak precum. He noticed the wet spot on the front and rubbed his fingers around it, making the wet spot grow bigger. David’s cock was hard the whole time (ah, youth). It looked great standing up in his dense fur. I would lean down and lick off the precum that he was pumping out but held off on a full blow job for a while. I would also massage his balls and move my fingers further down on his body. When I first contacted his hole, he shuddered in delight. He had told me about getting rimmed by a guy, but that guy didn’t like eating a hairy hole. David was going to experience getting rimmed by a guy who loved hairy hole. David said that he wanted to try T, so I asked him if he wanted to smoke a bit. I had smoked some before he got here, but now was the time to share. He said, “Only if you do too.” Of course, I wanted to and was ready to go with a pipe and lighter ready. He had smoked pot before, so he kind of knew the process. I showed him how to melt the crystals and generate some smoke in the pipe. Once the smoke was swirling, I held the stem to my mouth and took a deep hit. I looked him deep in the eyes while I blew out a nice cloud and said, “Are you ready?” He nodded, so I applied the lighter and got the smoke going. When it was ready, I held the stem to his lips and told him to inhale and hold it in. He did, and I watched the rush come over his face as the T hit his body. He exhaled and said, “That was great!”. Of course, this was the opening of a new door in his sexual experiences. I told David we should shotgun my next hit, so we started kissing when I took a huge hit. Wanting to get him really spun, I blew it out into his mouth quickly so that he would get the maximum benefit. We smoked more, sometimes shotgunning, sometimes blowing out our own clouds. David’s eyes were glazing over, and he was looking hotter than ever. During the whole smoke session, we were feeling each other up, and I was pleased to see that David was keeping his dick hard. “Let’s get you in the sling,” I said. It took a little bit of maneuvering to get him in the sling, moved down so that his ass was hanging off the end, and his feet were in the stirrups. Fuck, he looked awesome laying there, with his hairy ass opened and his hard cock laying on his hairy stomach, oozing precum. He was well-spun and looked totally at ease. I licked up some of the precum and took his whole dick in my mouth. He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. I sucked him for a while but didn’t want him to cum yet. There was a steady flow of precum, which I eagerly swallowed down. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I moved down to licking his balls. They were covered in hair and smelled great. I’d look up at him to see if he was doing OK. He was in heaven, writhing and moaning in ecstasy as I worked on his balls and taint. I slowly moved my way down to his hole. Using my hands to massage and open his ass, I was kissing and licking all over his hairy ass. Occasionally, I’d run my tongue over his hole and was pleased to see it pulse in response to the stimulation. Once I knew that he was ready, I went for his hole, licking around it, moving my tongue in a circular motion, and applying some light suction. David’s hairy hole was awesome. The hair looked so sexy, all matted down with my spit, and his hole was responding nicely to the work. He had reached down to spread his ass wider, so I decided to start tongue fucking him. When my tongue first entered his hole, he gasped, and I felt his hole contract around my tongue. But, then, he got into it and laid back to enjoy the ride. “Let me take some poppers”, he said. The bottle was near him, but I didn’t know if he knew what they were, but it was obvious that he was aware. He took a short sniff in one nostril, then a deep hit in the other. While he held that, I lightly prodded his hole. Once I knew that they had taken effect, I went in for some deep rimming. David moved down a bit in the sling, opening his ass up more and shoving his ass in my face. I reciprocated with some deep tongue work and some suction. I was basically making out with his ass. Once the poppers wore off, David relaxed back in the sling and said he needed a break. Before getting him out of the sling, I cleaned up the precum that had worked its way out of his cock during our rimming session. He motioned me to come up and make out with him, so I licked up a nice blob of precum and shared that with him. I helped David out of the sling and gave him a big hug once he was standing. Feeling his hairy body and hard cock pressed up against me was exciting. We stood, hugging and making out for a while, when David said that I should get in the sling. I got in the sling, and he helped put my feet in the stirrups. Once I was settled in place, he sat down on the stool at my ass and said, “Wow, this really does spread your ass wide. Was mine that opened for you?” I assured him that it was. He just nodded and smiled at that. David started by mouthing my cock through my jock. When I party, I rarely get hard. In fact, my dick often shrinks down to almost nothing. It’s OK because my ass is my primary sex organ when I party. David was having a great time working his mouth over my strap. It has piss and cum stains on it, and I know that it has a great, heady aroma. He pulled the pouch aside and sucked my cock into his mouth, tasting the precum that was oozing out of it. He worked his way lower down and took my shaved balls into his mouth. Either he had done this before, or he was a really quick learner since he knew how to give my balls and good workover. I moved down a bit more in the sling so that my ass was even more accessible to him. He saw what I did and moved his mouth lower down, and started working around my hole. He hadn’t told me that he rimmed a guy, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He spent a lot of time licking my hole on the outside and started a bit of probing with his tongue. He was tentative with this, which is understandable for a first-timer, but he got into it after a while. “I really want to fuck you,” he said. I showed him where the lube was, and he lubed up his cock. I grabbed a bottle and applied some to my ass. He placed his cock at my entrance and slid it in. Damn, his thick cock felt great inside me. He soon had a good pumping rhythm going and was really enjoying himself. I took a few hits of poppers at one point and started to ride his cock, moving my ass back and forth in the sling, which elicited some groans of excitement from him. It wasn’t much longer when he said, “I’m gonna cum.” “Shoot it in me,” I replied. He sped up the pace and soon buried his cock deep in my ass as he pumped out spurt after spurt of cum. He looked dazed afterward and kept slowly pumping his dick inside me. The cum had made my ass sloppy, and he was able to slide around freely. He slowly pulled out and said, “That was fucking awesome!” I told him that we’d only just begun. He helped me out of the sling, and we staggered over to the couch. It was time for some refreshments and maybe another round with the pipe. But, the night was young, and we were just getting things going.

Chapter 7 I woke up to the sound of flapping. A sound I know all too well. It's the sound of a pelvis contacting someone's ass. I'm no longer wearing a pup mask. Instead, my hands are cuffed together, and the chain in between my cuff is hung up to a hook, lifting me just enough off the ground that I have to stand on my toes to give my arms a break. There are these electric shock pads connected to my balls. I don't know if they were used on me while I was out or if they are about to. There is also a giant fuck machine right underneath me pointing right at my hole and both of my ankles also have chains connected to them. If I'm lifted off the ground even more. Those chains can pull my legs wild open for that fuck machine. The magnetic nipple clamps are still on my nipples. My nipples look the size of raisins, and I don't even feel them anymore. My ass is dripping cum all the way down my legs. I wonder if I was bred more after I passed out. I tried to clear my throat bc I'm thirsty af. In front of me is Keith, suspended in mid-air with his arms and legs pulled apart by chains in 4 different directions, getting pounded by Aaron while some sort of suction machine is milking his cock. It looks like it has milk quite a bit of cum out of his cock bc the glass is almost half full. His back and ass have some whip marks on them. Jay is holding a camera, filming a close-up of his gaping hole getting pounded. They heard me clear my throat, so all attention shifted to me. “oh hey Ben, welcome back. Was getting fuck by your uncle too much to handle? You better get used to it bc he put his signature on your back. Meaning he wants to use your ass even more,” said Aaron “we offered Keith a job last weekend. He just gotta satisfy us during his 8-hour shift every day. Do you think he likes his new job? Do you wanna try fucking his sloppy hole?” They noticed my dick was getting hard, so they slid the ceiling connector that suspended Keith in the air toward me. I would have never thought to put those things on ceil track. Aaron adjusted the height of the chain so his hole lined up perfectly with my dick then Jay stood in front of Keith, pulling Keith up to deep throat his dick then pushing Keith toward me so his ass get penetrated by my dick. Like a swing, Keith is getting his ass fucked and face fucked, swinging back and forth. It’s been a while since my dick fuck a manhole. I almost forgot how great a wet warm hole feels. I couldn’t help but have my eyes rolled back and my mouth open the whole time. I want more…more sex, and more high. That’s all I could think about. “So……you've been craving to come back here this past week, haven't you, Ben? Wanna know why??” said Aaron. “Let me ask you this. Did you black out at any point when you were next door last week?” That’s strange. How does Aaron know that? As I thought that, Aaron moved behind me and first lube up the fuck machine then he finally took off those nipple clamps but when he played with my nipples, they were extra sensitive. I started moaning as if I was getting fucked. I responded to Aaron while I was moaning “uuuhh…yee…yeaah..Oh….” “The reason you can’t help but crave for dicks and have a strong urge to be back here is all bc Keith, Marc, and Henrique set you up and installed some triggers on your subconscious that make your hole feel wet and warm when it is activated so you'd come back here on your own to beg to be fucked. It’s a neat trick they do to newbies like you so they are in control of you” Aaron walked away from me for a bit then I felt the hook rising up a bit and chains pulling my legs apart. The fuck machine started to extend until the mushroom head of the dildo on the fuck machine firmly pressed against my hole. Meanwhile Keith had been spun around, still suspended in mid-air and getting annihilated by Jay’s dick fucking him. He does look like he is in heaven, though. He made eye contact with me for a brief few seconds and winked at me. Aaron came back and put poppers under my nose, but I wasn't really feeling it because I wanted to know more about the information he just shared with me. “What did you mean?” I asked. But he said, “do it or not, you know what's happening next. Don’t catch an attitude now. It won’t end well for you. Your deal with us isn't over yet. We aren't going to hypnotize you. We are going to make you a real whore who will voluntarily come back to us again and again bc no one else can make you feel the way we do. Isn't that right, Keith?” “yes, masters. Please fuck my hole,” said Keith. Jay responded to his words bc and started pounding Keith even harder. “Tell me more about what you just said,” I asked “I don’t think you really have time for this conversation right now,” Aaron said “ahhhHHHHH” I screamed as I felt the shock to my balls. I was not expecting that, and it is far stronger than I could have imagined. Then the fuck machine started thrusting up and down slowly but only going about 2 inches higher it turned in a spiral motion as it moved up toward me. The electricity to my balls made me clinched so when it was finally turned off, my whole body relaxed butt then “oooHHh Fuck” I said. As my body relaxes, my relaxed hole descended on a hard thrusting dick ascending toward my hole. It penetrated me deeper and harder when I wasn’t expecting it then it felt just as intense when it spiraled out of my hole. Aaron repeatedly shocked me by my balls, then dropped me on the fuck machine. The fuck machine extends higher and higher. Within a couple of minutes, my hole completely opened up to let the monster-size fuck machine rape my hole. I didn’t really remember when did Aaron stop shocking my balls because just the sensation from the fuck machine alone was too much for me to process. Aaron started filming me with a camcorder, which immediately showed up on the TV behind Jay. There I was, arms tied together and pulled up by a crane and my legs pulled apart by the chain on my ankle in two different directions, breathing heavily with my mouth open and sweating profusely. I kept twitching my body, trying to find a comfortable position. “If you stop fighting it and trying to find the right position, just relax and let it own your hole, it’ll feel a lot more comfortable We want you to surrender your hole to us. That machine is going to stay right there fucking your hole until you fully surrender yourself.” Aaron pulled out a small remote from his pocket and pushed a button causing the machine to trust even deeper and faster into my hole, causing me to throw my head back and uncontrollably scream and moan loudly. “Don't pretend that you don’t love it. Look how hard your cock is” Aaron grabbed my dick that was pointing straight upward with its head touching my belly button, pulling it down, then let go and watched it rebound right back, hitting my stomach. I could hardly process anything Aaron was saying to me, getting fucked by that machine. “Let us help you find a different position,” Jay said. I didn’t even notice that he got done fucking Keith. I have no idea where Keith went, but Jay pulled and slid the crane my arms are tied along the track toward the back, and move my legs in the opposite direction. “Aaaaaahhhhh AHHHH AHHH” I moaned loudly “Yeah…you like that, don’t you pup?” said Jay “It’s hitting your prostate every single pump” Aaron put some sort of rubber thing around my cock that has a hose to a bottle on the floor and said, “enjoy and work hard, boy. When you fill the bottle up halfway, we’ll let you call it a night. Don’t worry. Keith filled up ¼ already. However, it did take him several orgasms to fill it up though. Oh, and I almost forgot…..” Aaron put the pup mask back on my face with popper diffusing and the magnetic nipple clip back on me. Jay positioned the camcorder directly above me and they said “Smile for the camera. Your fans are watching you” Then they walked out of the room. They left me alone in that position for an hour and a half. I’ve had four orgasms back to back to back already. I feel light-headed myself because this pup mask continuously diffuses poppers to my nose. Then Aaron from the speaker, “Well…..not quite ½ yet, but it seems like you aren’t producing any more cum because the last one barely produced anything, so here the deal. You must return next weekend for another session. Otherwise, some of the videos of you might just make it out of our private collection” I nodded. Finally, the fuck machine stopped, and I was being returned to my normal standing position. Aaron and Jay walked back into the room with big smiles on. Both of them are completely nude, so I thought I might not be done just yet. “What did you think? Being a pup and our ‘dungeon’?” said Jay “It was more than I was prepared for, that’s for sure. The dungeon is sweet.” I responded politely. I'm exhausted, and I just want to go home and crash. “so we'll see you next weekend, pup?” Aaron asked “Yes sir” My ass was so sore, and I didn’t love everything they did to me, but without a doubt, I want to come back. Something about submitting to these guys was so satisfying. I just want more. .” Where's Keith?” I asked “he's asleep in a room. It's best to just let him rest” said Aaron “alright. See you guys next week” I said as I walk slowly toward the door. “Wait….here, pup” said Jay, and tossed me a number lock locked case about the size of eyeglasses box. “Call us on Wed for a mid-week check-in” “Yes sir” I said Aaron and Jay returned to a hidden room on the opposite side of the basement, where Keith was tied up in a spread-eagle position. On a bed. His chest is covered with wax. He's blindfolded and has a piece of duct tape over his mouth and a popper-soaked rag tape down and secured right on top of his mouth and sits in front of his nose. There was a massager ribbing his taint in a circular motion. Its other end is in his hole, massaging Keith's prostate. Keith's dick is pointing straight up hard as a rock with a straw size sounding rod in his pee slit. “let's see how you're doing,” Aaron said as he pulled off the duct tape over Keith's mouth. Jay sitting above Keith’s head and had his legs extended on both sides of him and his half-hard dick resting on Keith’s face. “Ohhhhh uuuhooohhhhhh” Keith couldn’t help but to started moaning loudly because Aaron in one steady medium-slow speed pulled the sounding rod out of Keith’s dick slit. Once the sounding rod pulled out waves of thick and creamy cum erupted. It just kept cumming for about 30 seconds. “Niiiiiiice boy” Aaron said before swallowing Keith’s dick with his mouth. He quickly sucked Keith’s dick clean of cum then he walked toward the top of the bed and made out with Jay. The two shared the creamy cum while it was still warm and both swallowed a big gulp of it Aaron and Jay untied Keith, who was exhausted and seemingly passed out. They put a blanket on him, dimmed the lights then exited the room. “These two boys are cut from the same cloth,” Aaron said “And they don’t know when to stop..” Jay responded.

Chapter 3 In chapters 1 and 2, I tell about meeting up with David, a hot and somewhat inexperienced young guy. We’ve made out, sucked and rimmed each other, and he just bred me. We’ve been partying, too, which is also new for him We sat down on the couch and continued making out and feeling each other up. David’s hand went down to my hole, and he started circling around my hole. “Want to feel how cummy you made my ass?” I asked him. He nodded, so I leaned back and spread my legs wider, and told him to stick his fingers in. He slid one finger in poked around a bit. I told him he could put more fingers in me, and he said, “How many can you take?”. “Well, I’ve had a guy’s hand inside my ass.” His eyes widened at that response, and he slid another finger inside me. I suggested we smoke some more, so he pulled his fingers out of my ass. I grabbed his hand and stuck his fingers in my mouth, tasting the cum and juices from my ass. “Wow, you really are a pig!” he said. Seriously, he had no idea. We fired up the torch and blew some clouds. David was getting more and more spun, and I was eager to see how far we could take things tonight. We put the pipe down and started kissing again. He really was a great kisser. I asked him if he wanted to play with some of my dildos, and he agreed if he got to dildo my ass first. Of course, that was fine by me, so we went back to the sling. My toys had been on a table, covered with a towel. I reached over and pulled off the towel to show him the selection of goods. There’s a variety of sizes, from a small probe to a fist dildo. There are a few butt plugs too. David reached for the smallest probe, but I told him we could start with something larger. I had him grab my Mr. Hankey’s Atlas dildo. It’s the smallest size for that toy, but it’s still pretty big. He picked it up and asked, “Can you take this all the way inside you?” I assured him that I could. I told him to apply some lube inside my ass. Part of it was that the lube inside was good, but it was also a chance to get him to work his fingers in my hole. He applied a good bit of XLube inside me and used his fingers to spread it around. Then he lubed up the toy. My ass was hungry after he fucked me, and we smoked some more, so I was ready for the Atlas. David was hesitant at first, just slowly plunging a small amount of the toy inside me. I told him to hold it steady and slid my ass down to the base, feeling a good stretch when we got to the wider middle. David’s eyes grew wide as he realized that my ass had just swallowed the entire toy. I told him to twist it around inside me and to do a bit of in-and-out motion, too. He was a good student and was soon working the toy inside me like a pro. We needed more lube, so I had David pull the toy from my ass. He went a little fast and when it came out, my ass stayed open and dripped out some lube. I heard him groan, and he said, “Fuck, that is so sexy!” Hearing that a young stud like him thought my ass was sexy was thrilling. I told him, “You ain’t seen nothing yet. My ass can take a lot!” He seemed to like that idea. David added more lube to the toy. I took some poppers before he slid it in. This time, it went in all the way without any hesitation. I braced my feet on the sling stand and fucked myself on the toy. David was enjoying watching my ass move back and forth on the toy. Now, I was ready for something bigger, so I directed him to the large Seahorse dildo. In addition to being wider and longer, it’s covered in some bumps that feel great inside me. David lubed it up and stuck about half of it in on the first insertion. This one takes some time to get in deep, but David worked it well and got the whole thing inside me. His look of awe was great to see, and it made me feel even sexier. He worked that toy inside me for a while until I thought it was his turn to ride a toy. I picked up the small Perfect Penis and asked him if he would like that in his ass. He nodded, so I got out of the sling, and he got back in. I lubed up his hole and picked up the toy. Before lubing it up, I grabbed the pipe again for a few top-off hits. I shotgunned a few hits his way and got him flying high. Then, I lubed up the penis toy and started working it around his ass. With the lube that I applied to his ass and the lube on the toy, I was sliding the dildo up and down his crack, slowly inserting it into his hole when I passed over it. I looked up at him and asked, “Ready?” He nodded, so I started to slide the toy into his ass. He told me that he had played with a few dildos before, which let me be more comfortable working this into him. The Perfect Penis is a great toy for beginners since it is realistic and not too big. I worked at it for a while and got it in all the way. His hairy hole looked great wrapped around the toy, with the hairs dragging through the lube as I pushed it in and out of his hole. David decided to do some poppers, and I wanted to see how he would react to being poppered up and having something in his ass. He snorted them, and once they hit, he began to ride the toy, using his feet to brace himself on the sling stand. He pulled back far enough to have to toy come out of his ass, but I’d line it up with his hole so that he got it back in on the return. It was so hot to watch him fuck himself on the toy with such abandon. He was loving the ride, and I was loving watching him and his hot, hairy ass. Once the rush had worn off, he looked over at the toys and picked up my Large Omega. It’s not as long as the Perfect Penis, but it is a lot thicker. “Try this one”, he said. I told him to hold the current toy inside his ass so that it kept the stretch while I lubed up the new one. This was probably the thickest thing to ever penetrate his hole so it would be interesting to see him take it. When the new toy was lubed, I moved his hands away from his hole. The dirty fucker had been fucking himself with it while I was lubing up the Omega, which was fun to watch. But, now, we were going wide. I slowly extracted the toy from his hole and slapped it around on his ass. Then, I started to work the Omega into him. He was so spun and happy that it just slid right into his hairy hole. It was all the way to the base in a single insertion. I played with it in his ass for a while, getting him more open and ass-focused. His cock was drooling precum, which I kept licking off of his hairy stomach. David wanted to ride the toy. He took a few hits of poppers and started a slow rocking motion with the sling. As the fumes took hold of him, he sped up and reached down to spread his ass even wider. It was obvious that his ass could take some deep play, and we were going to work on that as the night progressed. Once the popper rush wore off, he stopped the motion and asked to take a break. Hydrating and relaxing for a bit seemed like a good idea, so I slid the toy out of his ass, gave his hole a few taps, then shoved three fingers into it. He was starting to really open up, which was a good sign for the rest of the session. David got out of the sling, and we collapsed on the couch, leaning against the arms to face each other and show off our holes. This youngster was quite the ass pig!

Chapter 5 – Now We are Three In Chapters 1 through 4, I chronicle the path of a young and somewhat inexperienced guy who wanted to learn all about ass play from me. He’s 24, I’m 64, but we’ve been having a great time. We’ve partied, sucked, rimmed, fucked, and played with toys. He’s just fisted me, and we’re waiting for my friend, Bill, to arrive. David and I replenished some electrolytes while we waited for Bill to arrive. We waited to do any more partying until after Bill got there since he had some catching up to do. Bill and I play often, sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with other guys. We know what we each like and how far we can take things. When I heard Bill’s truck drive up, I went to the door to let him in. I didn’t bother putting on any clothes since it was late and the neighbors would all be asleep. When Bill saw me naked and covered in lube, he chuckled and said, “So, it’s been a good night so far, huh?” Damn right it had. And it was about to get better. Bill started stripping before we got to the playroom. When he walked in, he was shirtless, showing off his neoprene harness, and had his pants open, showing off the matching jockstrap. I made the necessary introductions while he took off the rest of his clothing. He removed the jock but left the harness on. Bill is in his late 50s, about my height and weight, and has a hairy body and a good-sized cock. He was hard now but would get T dick soon. Bill came over and sat between us on the couch. He leaned over to kiss and fondle David, who happily spread his legs for Bill’s fingers. As he was leaning over, his ass was made available to me, so I started to massage it and probe for his hole. The little pig had prelubed his hole, so I was able to shove three fingers in him right away. We played like this for a while until Bill said, “Who wants to party?” I did, and it was likely that David would continue. Bill pulled out his stash and handed it to me to load into the pipe. I did and handed him the pipe and torch. He needed to sit back to smoke, and David leaned over and took Bill’s cock in his mouth. Bill produces a lot of precum, so I knew that David was going to enjoy sucking on him. We traded the pipe around and tapped David on the shoulder to get him to come up for a hit. For a guy who had never partied before, he was certainly keeping pace with me. He had to be totally wrecked. At one point, David was sucking Bill, and Bill looked over at me and smiled. “Get him in the sling,” I said to him. So, Bill reluctantly pulled David off of his shrinking cock and walked him over to the sling. David got settled quickly, and Bill took a seat on the stool. I walked over, grabbed my Handyman butt plug, lubed it up, and shoved it in my ass. I was going to watch them, but I’d also be able to play with the plug. “What have you taken?” Bill asked David. David pointed to the Seahorse, and Bill asked if he wanted it again. David nodded, so Bill lubed it up. He also probed David’s hole for a bit, ensuring that it was ready for the tentacled toy. When Bill had the tip inside David, David held up a hand to stop him. David reached for the poppers and took some huge hits. Then, he nodded to Bill, and Bill shoved the dildo in. This time, it went in all the way in a single thrust. It had to be past David’s second hole. He was clearly loving the feelings and, again, reached down to open his ass up even more. He was becoming more and more of a pig as the night progressed. Bill was twisting and thrusting the Seahorse in David’s ass, and David was loving every inch of it. Sometimes, Bill would be in control, and other times, David would take the lead, impaling his hairy hole on the toy. I was sitting on the couch watching and playing with the fist plug in my own ass. Bill worked David over with the Seahorse. He took it all the way out a few times, added lube, and then shoved it right back. Bill was open and receptive to the toy and was going wild with the ride. Then, David said, “Can you try to fist me?”. Bill, of course, was very happy to oblige. I got up and walked over to the sling as Bill was lubing up David’s ass and his own hands. I wanted to be there to offer words of encouragement as David took his first fist. David reached up and pulled me down to give me a deep kiss. His wandering hands found my hole, and he was surprised to find the plug in me. He asked what it was, so I had him pull it out so that he could see. I bent forward, with my hands on my thighs, so that he could extract the plug. Once he saw that it was a fist, he said, “Fuck, yeah, now we’ll both have a fist inside us.” I grabbed some more lube, squirted it on the plug, and had him reinsert it. Bill was already probing David’s hole with his fingers. He had all four fingers from his left hand inside David and was flexing them open to stretch his hole. After working his thumb in, too, he told David to let him know when he was ready for the whole hand. Shortly after, David said, “Go for it,” and Bill began to push. I told David to push out lightly so his hand could get inside more easily. Bill was nodding as he watched his hand slide into David, and then, it was in. David looked surprised but then reached down to confirm that Bill’s hand was inside him. Once he knew that it was in up to the wrist, a huge smile spread across his face. Bill took it easy, knowing that this was a first for David. He didn’t fist him for a long time, but gave him a ride that he would always remember. Bill told David that he was pulling out, and David was again surprised at the stretch given on the exit. I leaned down and gave David a huge congratulatory kiss. He looked like a kid at Christmas, grinning from ear to ear. We got David out of the sling and settled him in on the couch. He was idly rubbing his hole and said that he wanted to watch me get fisted. So, I got in the sling, the plug came out, and Bill prepped his hand for entry.

Chapter 4 – Serious Ass Play In chapters 1 through 3, I tell about my time with David, a handsome, hairy, and somewhat inexperienced, 24-year-old. He’s gained a lot of experience already and has taken a large dildo up his ass while spun. My ass has also gotten a workout. While we were on the sofa, we were facing each other with our asses on display to each other. I was fingering around and a little inside David’s ass, and he was exploring mine. We took some breaks from the play to drink some fluids and smoke some more. Since he was enjoying the T, I asked David if he wanted to do a booty bump. He needed me to tell him what it was and, true to form, said that he would do it if I would do it too. I love a booty bump, so we decided to do it. He wanted to do me first, so he picked out a good-sized shard, and I walked him through inserting it into my ass. As it was melting and burning, I picked out a smaller one for his ass. When I stuck it in on my finger, I was pleased to feel how open his hole was. The bump would certainly make him more open. We waited a short while to let the bump take effect. It was also a good chance to rehydrate. Once we were feeling the bump, I told David to get back in the sling. By now, he was a pro at this, too, and had his feet in the stirrups before I could help him. He was further down in the sling than he’d been before, giving me fantastic access to his furry hole. Already, he was writhing around, looking forward to what would come next. David wanted to take the Atlas that I had ridden earlier. Even though it is a larger toy, I had little doubt that this pig would be able to take it. I started out with some rimming of his ass, taking the bitterness of the crystal that was working inside him. I added more lube into his ass, rubbing it around and feeling for any part of the shard that hadn’t yet melted. Finding none, I lubed up the dildo and started to work it into his ass. He was ready for this toy, or something even bigger, since his ass swallowed the toy all the way in a single motion. I worked it for a while in his hole, and he reached down to see how much more needed to go in. “It’s all in?” he asked. It sure was, and I let him know how hot it was to see his hole consume the toy. Once again, he wanted to ride it. He took a few deep hits of poppers and started to rock back and forth on the toy. This one is thickest in the middle, so I knew that his hole was getting a good stretch as he pounded it into his ass. He reached down and spread his ass wider, eager to take as much of the toy inside him as he could. Watching this handsome and hairy guy wildly riding this dildo was exhilarating, and I let him know how hot he looked as his ass consumed the toy. He liked hearing this and started to finger around his hole as the toy moved back and forth. He’d stick a finger in alongside the toy, too, to better feel the stretch. Next, he wanted the Seahorse. I let him know that this one was also a depth toy and he was OK with that. So, I let him fuck himself with the Atlas while I prepped the Seahorse. I will admit that I just sat back and watched him work over his ass for a while, enjoying the way his hairy hole extended outwards each time he moved back on the toy. The Atlas came out, and I inserted the Seahorse. It’s both thicker and longer than the Atlas, so I took it slow. There did come a point when it wouldn’t go in any further and I told David that we’d have to work to open his second hole if he wanted it any deeper. I would move a little deeper each time there seemed an opening. He was taking the Seahorse like a champ, but we still hadn’t penetrated his second hole. With all the prodding I had done, it seemed like it might be time to slide through. I told him to take some poppers and be ready for an amazing feeling. David took a short sniff in one nostril, let it out, then took a deep hit in the other nostril. I just teased his inner hole until I knew that he was in a poppers frenzy. Then, with slow and steady pressure, I felt the pop as the tip of the Seahorse slid through to his depths. His moans let me know how good this felt for him, too. That little fucker rode the tip of the Seahorse for a while, flexing his ass around it and moving it back and forth and in and out of his second hole. At this point, I knew that we had a new ass-focused pig. David took a hit of poppers and then really worked the toy deep inside him. It was amazing to see this relatively unused hole enjoying such a combination of depth and width. Once he had tired of the Seahorse, he had me remove it. I pulled it out slowly, twisting it along the way until it was about halfway out. Then, I let gravity take over as it slowly slid out of his asshole. Feeling the tentacles against his prostate brought on another round of precum. I did notice that his cock was no longer hard, another sign that he was totally ass focused. David wanted to work my hole now, so we traded places. He asked what toy I wanted, and I selected my extra-large Boss Hogg. This is one of the biggest toys I own, and it’s an amazing feeling when it is inside me. David lubed my ass up, then added a lot more to the toy. He was able to get it in most of the way before he encountered resistance. David, the ass pro that he is now, told me to sniff some poppers, and he’d shove it the rest of the way. The man knew how to relax a hole, so I grabbed the bottle and took two deep snorts. While holding the second hit, I reached back and spread my ass a little wider. I also moved down a little in the sling, and this all let the toy slide neatly in all the way. The feeling of fullness is indescribable. There’s a stretch from the thickness, but, for me, it’s the depth that sends me over the edge. He knew to just hold the toy in place for a while to let me get used to it and enjoy the deep sensations. Once he started some movement with it, my ass throbbed against the toy, and I shot out a load of precum. The assgasm was intense. David had never seen anyone have an assgasm so he was amazed at what happened. He fucked me with it for a while, and then I asked him if he would fist me. Luckily, I told him how to prep his nails for a fisting. I, of course, always had short, well-filed nails. His eyes lit up at the idea, and he told me that I’d have to walk him through this since he hadn’t done it before. Knowing he was a quick and instinctive learner, I was OK with that. I had him grab my tub of Slam Dunk and really lube up the inside of my ass. After that, he rubbed some on his hands. He topped that off with more XLube. He started out with two fingers in my ass, then added more. I told him to put two fingers from each hand in me and stretch my hole out. Once that was done, he added another finger on each side to really open me up. Now, I explained the duck bill position for initial insertion. I showed him how to fold his hand and had him apply more lube. Then, he positioned his hand at my hole and started to push. Once a guy gets near his knuckles, I often swing forward on the sling to eat his hand. But, I wanted David to have the full experience of penetrating my ass with his hand, so I let him go on his own. He was checking in with me, and once he got to his knuckles, I told him to give it a firm and steady push, knowing that would let his hand into my ass. When his hand slipped inside me, he had a look of wonder on his face. I told him to hold still, and I wiggled around a little bit as my ass got accustomed to the invader. Once I was comfortable, I walked him through twisting his hand, flexing his fingers, moving in and out, and making a fist inside me. He really was a natural at this, too. As he extended his fingers, I could tell he was nearing my second hole. I talked him through the path he needed to take (a little towards the front of my body, then a bend to the left) and how to open my hole. We didn’t get it open on this round, but we had a lot of fun trying. David slowly extracted his hand from my ass and knew to apply more lube. This time, he slid right in and started to stretch my hole. He’d pull back to the widest part of his knuckles and twist his hand around, stretching me to the max. I took a hit of poppers when he did this one time, and he really worked over my hole. He seemed to like seeing his hand inside me, and I certainly enjoyed having him in there. While he was stretching me, my phone rang. I knew from the ringtone that it was my buddy, Bill. I answered the phone, and David pulled his hand out. Bill knew what I was up to and wanted to come over. I asked David, and he was OK with Bill joining us, so I told him to come on over. Bill would be there in about 15 minutes, so David and I took another break to have some drinks and relax.

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

When I want to get plowed, I have a rule: you must be THIS big to ride this ride. That worked out well two months ago on the apps when a smooth college twink wanted to wallow in my body hair. Having my body hair adored is nice, but I want some cock-in-hole. I asked if he liked to take cock: he had not done that before and had no interest. Oh?! So, do you fuck and/or fist? He had never fisted, and he had problems finding guys who could accommodate his cock. On a 5'3" 110lb twink?! This I had to see. The boy came over, and when he revealed his cock, it was a couple inches inches bigger soft than I am hard. I was deepthroating and begging to be fucked in an instant. That was the first time of dozens of times he has bred me, assured by U=U and positioning, including last night. As usual, he came over about 6pm. My hole was immaculate. We took to the bedroom, and he undressed me and nursed on my nips while fingering my pre-lubed hole. Within ten minutes his small hand was in me, and he had removed his pants and Lycra biking shorts to liberate his swelling cock. His semi was oozing precum, and I asked him to feed it to me while fisting me. I swallowed some pre and got him hard. Once his cock was fully erect, the boy removed his hand from my hole, had me lie on my belly, and gripped his meat below whole penetrating with cock and hand. His hand stayed in my rectum while his shaft poked at my second sphincter which opened on command. He licked my back hair while slowly fucking me for 30 minutes of heaven before spooging as deep as he could get. Then, the boy withdrew his left hand from my hole and rested his face and torso on on my back while my sphincters gripper his massive dong to hold it hard in my guts even longer. When my twink master pulled his semi from my hole, he squeeze a nice wad onto his right hand, licked in up and kissed me to shared it.

That would do me! Sounds amazing.

I have a top in my rotation who is good for 3-6 loads per 60 to 90 minute session. I make sure he knows how much he is appreciated too. He makes me lick him clean after each load too. The best part is when I finally stand up and gravity lets me know just how much seed he has pumped into me 😈.

I love FF...but, haven't done it in over a year so you can now stick a piece of coal up my butt and get a diamond in a day!😉 For those of you into wearing other men's underwear etc....when I was younger(legal) I was invited to a university with prospects of going to school there. I had free access to the campus so I was able to go tothe gym..etc...while there I watched their diving team practice and got the hardest boner, I went looking for bathroom to crank one out...I found the entrance to the men's swim team lockerroom and went inside...it hadn't been clean and a bunch of towels and speedos were lying around on the benches, hanging from locker doors, and on the floor....Don't judge me but yes, I stole a few speedos and went back to the hotel and sniffed them and jerked off...while at it, jumped on the internet and looked up the swimteam and match the swimmer by his number that was imprinted on the side of his speedo...two very tall hot all American white boys...one with a smooth chest and one with a huge treasure trail...I still wear those stolen speedos today

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

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.

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

CHAPTER TWO For a couple of weeks after that first conversation, Pat and I became obsessed with getting knocked up. We read stories and posts on Breeding Zone for hours (and then fucked like animals), learning every sexy trick and every kinky tip we could so that we could start our journey. “I still don’t want anything up my ass,” he told me, adding “I love it when you lick me, but I don’t want to get fucked. That’s going to make it harder to get infected, right?" “It’s not just about fucking and cum. It also needs to get into the bloodstream,” I reminded him. Then I had an idea. “How about this: we get me royally fucked up, used by every sick and nasty fucker we can find until I’m infected. And then we rough up your dick, make a few scrapes or cuts so you’re bleeding, and then we bottle brush my ass so I’m bleeding, too.” His crotch was insanely huge by now, and he was smiling so vibrantly. “And then we will fuck and become one,” he concluded. “It’s kind of beautiful in a way, don’t you think?” I never realized how much of a romantic he was when we first met, when he just looked like an intense and studly construction worker who might be a little rough around the edges. Inside he was such a soft, but right now, one part of him most definitely wasn't soft. I slid closer to him, wrapped one arm around his waist while the other went into that crotch bulge. “I think it’s very romantic,” I told him. “It’s like we will become two parts of the same person.” We kissed and then he rested his forehead against mine, sighing contentedly. “I never thought I would feel like this. I barely knew this even existed. Getting married never came near to how close I feel to you.” His eyes were closed and his voice was quiet, tender. “I love you, too,” I told him, sensing that he’d been holding back just in case. I noticed his eyes were now open, so close to mine, staring deep into my soul. He was also smiling brighter than I’d ever seen before. “You love me?” “As if you even have to ask,” I chuckled. Suddenly his behavior changed, almost as if he was possessed. He lunged at me, we both fell back until he was on top of me, as he held my face in his two big hands. Between hard, wet tongue kisses, he moaned “I fucking love you, I fucking love you so much.” Hearing those words, coming from this beautiful man’s mouth, for me . . . that was a moment that would be forever etched in my mind. I never wanted to forget what it sounded like for Pat to tell me he loved me, although, in honestly it was very unlikely I would forget his declaration. I always considered myself on the good-looking side of average, while Pat’s on an entirely different level. I found it almost unfathomable that he would be so into me. But he was. Lucky me. Anyhow, now that we had a plan, we just needed to begin. Our first stop, in a moment of nostalgia, was the book store where we first hooked-up. Pat’s romantic idea. He wanted to fuck me in the same booth that I’d sucked him off. He also commented he was now kicking himself because he hadn’t fucked me on that occasion, so this was the opportunity to correct the error. We went on a busy Saturday night, the place was buzzing, so that was a good sign. We had to wait a while until we could get into ‘our booth’, so we just stood against the wall, making out and pawing each other like horny teenagers. Other guys walked around us, playfully swatting my ass or grabbing one of us, but we just took in the attention and tried to appear we welcomed it. We needed to convey we would be open to having others join us. Finally we got into our booth. Pat was a little nervous but excited as he told me to strip down to my jock strap. He had planned ahead and wore tear-away nylon trackies, so he quickly removed them but kept his tight tee shirt and boots on. I didn’t mind. While I love being shared, I wasn't necessarily over the moon at the idea of sharing my man. I knew it wasn't fair, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, we were there for me that night, and believe me, Pat's needs would be fully addressed, so there was nothing to worry about. We opened by my sucking his cock just enough to get his dick wet, and then he turned me around and entered my ass, grunting loudly how hot it was and how good it felt. We went all out and put on a good show for the guys in the ABS that night. While Pat nailed me from behind, he angled me closer to the glory hole on the left where a dick was poking through, ordering me to suck it, hoping the guys within hearing range would get the hint that he was in charge of me and that I would do whatever I was ordered. It was a nice dick to start off sucking, not small but not big. Just right to take down my throat, and soon I had a man moaning at both ends. Between the dude with his dick in my mouth and Pat, they were surely drawing us lots of attention. Pat slam fucked me, not holding anything back because he knew that if he tore me a little, my chances of infection were significantly higher. After about five minutes he reached behind himself and opened the door so that the guys wandering the halls or standing listening to our show could also watch. I glanced over my shoulder, to take a quick look before resuming sucking, and saw that there were at least half a dozen men stroking and drooling over us. Probably more that were out of my sight line. “You going to let us use your slut?” I heard one of the men ask Pat. “Fuck yeah, that’s what he’s here for. Trying to get him knocked up,” Pat grunted out. “Your bitch is open for business,” one of the other guys grunted. “Poz loads to the front of the line,” Pat panted. His thrusts were getting more urgent, until he gripped my hips especially tight and plunged in balls-deep, growling as he erupted. “Fucking take my load!” he ordered. I was about to pull off of the dick I was sucking to encourage Pat, but at that moment the dude on the other side of the glory hole started moaning and I knew that he was shooting, too, so I kept my suction up and drained his balls as Pat did the same in my ass. When they were done, I stood up, turned around and opened my mouth to show Pat I hadn't swallowed the guy’s load. A few of the guys outside the booth could also see as much. Then Pat and I kissed passionately, swapping the load back and forth until we’d swallowed it all. Then he gave my ass a squeeze, told me quietly that he loved me, and then turning back to the crowd asked “Who is poz?” Shockingly, every guy that I could see put his hand up. My lucky night. “Good, looks like you’re going to have some fun,” Pat laughed. I looked at the crowd of men and smiled. This is what I loved about book stores and bath houses - every man that I could see was just a regular guy. No pretty boys or high-on-themselves younger types. Just men needing to get their rocks off. And a few of them looked a little sickly, too, which is what Pat had been especially curious about. I knew that he would pick one of them to be the first in me, as indeed he did. Pat pointed to a man nearest the doorway and he immediately joined us in the rather cramped booth. Pat stood as far to the side as possible, still having a good angle to see my face and my ass when he wanted. The man who would be my first infector looked late 50’s, very skinny, definitely sickly looking. Or he was just a junkie. Either way, we knew he had tainted cum and that’s what we were there for. We didn’t bother with any preliminaries, the man just sunk his quite nice looking cock into my cum-lubed hole. I moaned out loud immediately. “Fucking right, this pig loves dick in him, doesn’t he?” he asked Pat. “More than anything,” Pat replied to him, his eyes locked on mine. We both knew that I loved him and his dick more than anything, but why ruin the mood with a little reality? These guys want me to be a filthy whore so that’s what I’ll be for them. “Well, my meds quit on me a while back and the doc has me on nothing right now, so you’re going to get a full charge from me tonight. You okay with that?” he asked, addressing both Pat and me. “Give it to him,” Pat encouraged. “Please, give me that fucked up seed!” I begged. “Poz me!” I demanded, sure that everyone in the book store could hear. And, for that matter, hoping any poz guy in the place would want a crack at me. He didn’t take long, (but then I doubted many of these guys would, if only because they’d all been jacking their dicks as they watched Pat fuck me. He’s hot enough that all of them were likely on the edge - just from his presence. The sick man gripped my hips tight with his bony fingers and grunted as I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Giving it to you, faggot. Take my disease!” he yelled as his balls drained. He let his dick in me for a minute as his balls finished emptying, and he sort of petted my back, telling me, “I fucking love giving it to chasing pigs like you. Makes fucking so much hotter and you’ve got a great ass to fuck.” With that he slipped out of me, stepped back and disappeared in the sea of men waiting their turn in me. “Who’s next?” Pat hollered. Still bent over, I glanced back over my shoulder to see that every man had his hand in the air. My stomach did flips, I was so excited. I was finally getting used the way I’d always dreamed about. And with this many men, it was certain to be a long and busy night. Just as I finished that thought, another hard cock slipped into my loosened and wet hole.

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.

I identify as LGBTQ+K Let's Get Biden To Quit + Kamala 👍

Correct, for me it is completely normal behavior.

hmmmmm .... I didn't realize that's a "fetish". For some of us, it's completely "normal" behavior .... count me IN for that one ...

Pig sex, take as many loads as possible, walk in cum-soaked clothing and slither with other Pigs in a cum shower with as many cum donations as possible, rub all that cum into my gear, I love it and yes, I swallow too

I am sure that number was passed for me in my 20’s. On average I am bred around 9 times a month and have been since I was 13. I have had phases where is one or two guys that use me. I have others phases where it’s any random anonymous guy with a load. That’s sort of where I am right now.

Fetishes? WS, FF, cum swapping, felching , selfsucking, selffucking, and others I don't label as fetishes. More lie into.

Chapter 7 – The Fun Continues In chapters 1 through 6, I tell about finally meeting up with David, a guy I’d been chatting with online for a while. He came over for the weekend, and we’ve now partied, sucked, rimmed, fisted, played with toys, and more. Bill, another friend of mine, has joined us, and he just double-fisted me while David watched. I fell asleep on the couch. I was sitting between the two guys, with my head nestled into one of David’s armpits and my feet resting on Bill’s lap. He had been rubbing my feet and I was enjoying the mixture of sweat and T that was emanating from David’s hairy pit. But, when I woke up, I was alone on the couch with a pillow under my head. I looked over and saw that Bill was in the sling, and David was working his hole over with a dildo. This was the large Kthulu dildo, which is one of Bill’s favorites. I was sure he asked to have it used on his ass. This toy has varying thicknesses, with a somewhat normal-sized head, which then expands to a gut-filling middle section. Once past the middle section, it can sit nicely in your ass or you use the middle part to expand your hole. David was pulling the toy all the way out and then reinserting it into Bill’s hole. They must have been playing for a while to get to this level of activity since Bill usually takes a while to adjust to the thickness. Bill noticed that I was awake. He grabbed the poppers, took a few deep hits, and then reached down to open his ass wide. David responded by speeding up the insertions, really giving Bill a stretch. I could see that David was twisting the toy as he moved it through Bill’s ass, which had to be giving him some great sensations. I was turned on enough that I managed to stuff four fingers into my own hole and gave Bill a bit of a show as I stretched my hole open. But, I wanted more, so I grabbed the fist butt plug again, lubed it up, and shoved it in my ass. It’s good, but it’s not the real thing. I was able to sit on it and grind it around in my ass. Of course, David saw me get up and grab it, so now they both knew I was awake again. David motioned me over. I walked over to him, and he said, “Turn around and show me that plug.” I turned around and spread my ass so that he could see the fist plug in my ass. He tapped on it a few times and gave it some twists while he was still working Kthulu in Bill’s ass. The damn kid was ambidextrous with dildos! Bill said that I should take a turn in the sling, so he got out and I got in, still plugged with the fist. David grabbed the plug and started to work it in and out of my hole. It felt great, but I wanted his hand inside me. I asked David to fist me, so he shoved the plug in and got it to sit in place while he lubed up his hands. He pulled out the plug and immediately shoved his hand in well past his wrist. This was what I wanted in my ass. He slowly twisted and flexed his hand inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my ass. I looked down at this handsome, hairy stud who was fisting me and my sexual energy peaked. Once again, I had an assgasm, spasming around David’s hand and dumping out a huge load of cum from my dick. David knew to wait for the spasms to abate before resuming his movements inside me. Bill came over and licked the cum off my stomach. There had to be some T in that too so he would get a nice little bounce from it. Then, he started to add his fingers in around David’s arm, stretching me more. Bill also sucked my tiny T dick into his mouth. I rewarded him with some more cum and a little bit of piss. Bill is a fan of watersports, but chem piss can be too strong to drink. But a little bit would be OK. For his first time as a fist top, David was quite good at it. He had an intuitive understanding of what he could do and what felt good. I was beginning to doubt his claimed lack of experience, but it was OK by me if he had played more than he claimed. Tonight, he was having a drug-fueled pig session that he would remember for a long time. David was tiring out, so he told Bill to take over fisting me. They swapped places, and David went back to sit on the couch and watch. Bill lubed up his arm up to the elbow, looked at me, and said, “We’re going deep.” His hand slid in easily, and I could quickly feel him prodding at my second hole. He knows how to open it and allow his hand to pass through, so I let him work his magic on me. He'd get a finger through, then pull back to let it close up again. Going this deep is a completely different sensation, and each time he passed through, I felt it deep inside me. He got several fingers through and was massaging the walls of my colon. I grabbed the poppers and took a few deep hits, holding the last one. The poppers, plus the T that was flowing through my body, let me feel his actions deeply. I was bucking around in ecstasy as he fucked through my second hole, getting deep into my ass. Once the rush was over, I reached down and felt around my hole. Bill’s elbow was making contact with my hole, which was a new depth level for me. He looked up and grinned. He said, “You are such a fucking pig,” and I felt every part of that statement. He played around in my colon for a while before telling me that was pulling out. He slowly removed his arm from my ass. When he was all the way out, he stroked my gape, then put the fist butt plug back in place. He told me to keep it in until he told me to take it out. Then, he helped me out of the sling. I made sure the plug stayed firmly planted in my ass. David was on the couch, playing in his hole with one of my other dildos. We went over, and Bill took hold of the dildo and started working it in and out of David’s ass. His hairy hole was expanded like never before, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. I told him to get back in the sling, and I was going to fill his ass with something new. David positioned himself in the sling, and I sat down on the stool, still with the fist plug in place. I picked up the Seahorse and added lube to it. It slid easily into David’s ass past the halfway point. Then, we did encounter some resistance. But it was width I was going for this time, not depth, so I just played with the toy in his ass. Twisting and turning it, moving it back and forth, letting his prostate feel the tentacles move over it. I told David to hold the dildo in place. He saw me lube up my hands, and he smiled broadly. “Are you going to fist me?” he asked. I sure as hell was gonna try. Next, I slowly removed the dildo from his ass. My lubed hands went right to his hole, keeping the gape open. I quickly got four fingers from my hand in him and used those to stretch his hole open. I added some fingers from my other hand until I had three fingers from each hand buried up to the knuckles. David was doing well through this and was really enjoying the feeling. Bill had come over, and he dumped more lube on my hands. I funneled some into David’s hole to ease the entry. “Ready?” I asked. He nodded, and I applied pressure to move my hand inside him. It was tight, but he was well primed with lube and T. Once I was in up to my knuckles, I told him that I was almost in. I twisted my hand around so that he could feel the stretch, and he was loving it. Then, I looked deeply into his eyes and started to push. My hand slid into him. He knew it was inside him, but he had to reach down to verify. “Fuck, your hand is all the way inside my ass!” he said. I smiled at him, remembering my first fist. “Now, you’re a fist pig, too,” I told him. He smiled and said, “Work over my hole”. First, I pulled out again to add some more lube. You can never have too much lube, but you can have too little, and I wanted him to enjoy every bit of this event. When I inserted my hand again, his ass swallowed it eagerly. He started moving his ass around on my fist, so I wasn’t fisting him. Instead, he was fisting himself. I just held my hand steady and let him ride it. When he stilled, I started some movements of my own. He really liked when I would flex my fingers to open and close them. Twisting my hand around gave him a whole new set of sensations. Then, we started some in and out movements, with twists and flexes added in. David picked up the poppers, and I prepared for him to go nuts on my hand. He inhaled deeply and held the last huff in. I could see the poppers rush take hold of him, and he started to move back and forth in the sling, riding my wrist. It was so sexy watching this young, handsome stud fucking himself on my arm. The hairs around his hole were all matted down, and his hole stretched out beautifully when he would swing back on the sling. He really worked over his ass while he rode the poppers high. But all good things must come to an end, and I started to feel his ass pulse around my hand. Often, this signals the start of a withdrawal, so I asked if he wanted me to pull out. He nodded, so I slowly extracted my hand from his ass. I did prolong the time that my knuckles were stretching him and rolled my hand around so that he could feel a serious stretch. When I pulled all the way out, his hole gaped beautifully. It was all hairy and sloppy, dripping lube onto the floor. I stroked his hole and told him what a great job he had done. Taking your first fist is a major event for a pig, and he had done an amazing job. We got him out of the sling, and I realized that I needed to take a piss, so I walked out to the bathroom in the hall. That’s when I saw the sunrise starting. We had been playing for hours and it was now, literally, the dawn of a new day. I had to take out the fist plug to piss, and I relieved my aching bladder. When I went back into the playroom, David and Bill were cuddled together on the couch. They had noticed that it was morning, too. Bill needed to leave, but David said he came for the weekend, so he was planning to stay if that was OK with me. It sure was. That meant that we could continue to have more fun, partying and fisting like the pigs that we are.

Chapter 6 – Three Makes for a Good Double In chapters 1 through 5, I tell about my evening with David, a handsome, hairy, somewhat inexperienced boy that I connected with online. He was no longer inexperienced. We’ve done everything from sucking to fisting. We’re partied up and joined by my friend Bill, who is about to fist me for David’s viewing. Bill and I have played together a lot, so we know what works for the other. Bill already knew that I was well-lubed and had just had a fist butt plug in my ass, so there was no need to go slowly. He lubed up his hands, added some more in my ass, and dove in. His hand went in up to mid forearm right away. Bill likes playing deep inside me, and he’s one of the guys that I let do that. There’s a lot of trust involved, and I trust Bill implicitly. Once Bill was in my ass, he started flexing, twisting, and thrusting. He knows what I like and is happy to please my pig ass. I could feel him probing deeper with his fingers, coaxing my second hole to open. He’s gotten deeper inside me than anyone else and knows just how to open up those pathways for me. David had gotten up and walked over to the sling again. I heard the distinctive sound of the torch click, and then he put the pipe to my lips. Damn, this guy had delivered me a perfect cloud, and I eagerly sucked on the glass cock. I held that cloud for as long as I could and then enjoyed the rush that overtook my body when I let it out. David then did the same for Bill. Bill got two hits since he was playing catchup. Then, David took a hit for himself and crouched down near my hole to watch Bill fist my ass. If David was going to watch, I was going to give him a show. I grabbed the poppers, took a short hit on one side, let it out, and then took a deep hit that I held. Once the fumes hit, my ass took over. First, I rode Bill’s arm, working back and forth with the sling. Then I moved further down in the sling to open my ass more. I worked Bill’s arm around inside my ass, moving left, right, up, and down. I reached down and shoved a finger from each of my hands in alongside Bill’s arm and slid those around his arm. He was lightly fucking me with his arm then, and I added another finger from each hand so that I could start to stretch my hole open even more. I’d use my fingers to pull my hole open, and Bill would slide back and forth within that opening. He then pulled back so that his knuckles were giving me a great stretch while I continued pulling my hole open. David was totally engaged in everything that we were doing. He had grabbed one of my dildos and was working it in and out of his ass while he watched us. It was a deeply sexual moment for all of us as we shared in the glory of ass play. I removed my fingers from my hole and was relaxed in the sling again. Bill was probing my ass, trying to get past my second hole again. He had it opened up earlier, but the poppers craziness had shut it down again. But, he’d get there again. I felt more activity at my hole and realized that David was now shoving his fingers in alongside David’s arm. He managed to get three fingers in up to his knuckles but it was hard to coordinate the movements of the two guys. Then, I felt some more fingers. Now David was also sliding his fingers in. Between the two of them, they were giving me a stretch like I’d never felt before. Bill asked David to dump some more lube on his arm and hand, and I felt the cool lube flow over his hands and into my gaping hole. Bill looked up at me to see how I was doing. Everything was good on my end, so he kept working my hole. He had taken his left arm out and now had his larger right arm in about halfway and was using his left hand to tease my hole open more. Bill pulled back with his right hand and placed his left hand next to it. He watched me as he slowly worked both hands into my ass. He didn’t get deep, but he was past the knuckles on both hands. He worked my ass with both hands for a short time before pulling out his left hand. We’d tried doublefisting before but hadn’t made it work. We both knew this was a new threshold for us. Now, with his right hand, Bill made a fist as he pulled out. Then, he inserted his fisted left hand, pulled out, and inserted his fisted right hand. This was true fisting, and Bill knew how much I enjoyed this feeling. I asked him to stop with his right fist inside me. Poppers were inhaled, and he started back, alternating between his right and left fist, in and out of my ass. It felt fantastic, and I knew that I’d have that awesome stretched-out feeling well into the next day. Bill stopped and held his right hand inside me. He slowly pulled it out and left me gaping and dripping lube. They both helped me out of the sling, and we again crumpled onto the couch for a much-needed break.

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.

I've definitely had issues with canola oil on sheets. Only a problem with porous materials, so if your sling was rubber or synthetic, or some kind of well-sealed leather, it would not have been an issue. If I understand it correctly, it's because any kind of unsaturated oil polymerizes (slowly) on exposure to air, and once it does it's no longer water soluble no matter how much detergent you use (or soluble in anything else, for that matter). It's the same reaction that happens in oil-based paint when it dries. It doesn't happen with completely saturated fats, nor with (saturated) petroleum derivatives.

I've only had one guy come close to that. He was a very young, 22 maybe, military brat who dumped 4 loads in me without pulling out. After, I licked his dick clean and then we chatted for a bit and then he asked if I wanted one more for the road. Fuck yeah, after his fifth load he left. I had someone else coming after, but it was sort of anticlimactic. Hard act to follow.

First oral load: 12 First anal load: 14 Went through a phase where I only wanted to swallow every load. Started taking loads anally, got addicted to the feeling and now almost every load goes there. 😅

Well before the start of the poll

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.

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.

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

It's also good for cleaning crudded-up battery cables ....

Hey I am so sorry to hear this. I recovering from pretty traumatic stuff that I never thought in a million years I’d have to deal with. I won’t go through it all in public other than undiagnosed syphilis with vision loss and I have and had hepatitis though but b or c. Please don’t beat yourself up. Chances are the other person had no clue. At the end of the day we all truly want or have is intimacy with another person. There is no shame in that. if you want to talk privately, message me. Just take it one day at a time. It will be sorted out. I’m pulling for you. I care.

@rawfuckr - I am very sad to hear about your diagnosis regarding Hep C. If is is any consolation to you, in recent years there have been great advances in the treatment of Hep C. No longer are there weekly visit to an Infectious Disease Specialist, I underwent a 12 week cycle in 2019 of Mavyret and the follow up blood work showed it had done it's job and I was no longer in danger. Don't beat yourself up about this, you don't have to be a drug user, but you and I are both a case in point in which you can get something just as bad as HIV from bb sex. Every six months my doctor checks to make sure the Hep C has not returned, and I am confident that with the right medical guidance you can overcome this as well. My doctor did screen me to make sure I had no illegal drugs in my system. Once my lab results came back clean, the 12 week cycle of Mavyret was approved. I am blessed that I have an insurance plan that covered the cost - I looked at the retail cost and for the 12 weeks (I had an advanced case) it was $36,000. If your case is not as advanced, you may be fortunate enough to just have to take the medication for 8 weeks. I can tell you I had no side effects from the medication, it was easy to take and the 12 weeks went by quickly. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions, it's great they found out you were infected rather than having the illness run it's course and cause you further complications. I wish you the best.

CHAPTER FOUR By the time the weekend rolled around, I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. The only thing that would make this group setting hotter were for the guys to be poz, but having a bunch of construction hunks working me over? Still a dream come true, status or not. Pat had confirmation from eight of the guy. Not as many as he’d originally thought, but a few chickened out last minute -which is to be expected with straight guys wondering how far they’re willing to go for a fuck. A couple others had commitments come up that they couldn’t get out of. Still, eight men plus Pat are more than enough to give my pig hole a good pounding. He set it up for mid-afternoon, figuring that even if the guys got done with me within a few hours, we’d still have time to post some ads for poz guys or hit a book store or bathhouse afterwards. Pat went to the motel alone and told me he would text me when all of the guys arrived so that I could walk in to a full room of horny men needing to be serviced. I didn’t even care that I was sporting a major bulge in my pants as I walked to the room. There was no way to help it. As soon as I walked in the room, the men all stared at me. I was surprised that they were all still dressed. I guess for a bunch of straight guys, standing around naked wasn’t something they were comfortable with. I actually felt my stomach drop a little -I just knew that this wasn’t going to turn out as hot as I’d hoped. They were probably just going to open their pants, fuck me, blow their load, and take off. Still, I pasted a smile on my face, walked up to Pat, got on my knees and fished his growing dick out of his pants. Hopefully if I put on a good enough show, they’ll get into it. And luckily they did. As soon as I got Pat’s beautiful meat in my mouth, I felt someone behind me, grabbing my ass. I’d only worn my standard nylon trackies, commando, so they would have easy access. And the man behind me easily slipped my pants down to my ankles and, with no ceremony, began to slid his cock into my awaiting hole. “Fuck, he’s already wet,” he gasped loudly for the other guys to hear. “Did you fuck him earlier?” he asked Pat. Pat laughed. “Fuck yeah, we fuck every day,” he told him. "Gave him a couple of loads before lunch," he added proudly. “Damn, ass feels better than I thought it would,” the man grunted, beginning to really pump me now. His dick was nice, about as long as Pat’s but thicker, so I was feeling a nice stretch. Now the other guys were starting to get into it. Slowly they all began to take the bulges out of their pants, and their cocks were free to jack in front of them until they got a turn in me. Pat pulled his cock out of my mouth and guided one of the other men to take his place. I didn’t get a look at him, really, but I had barely registered any of them when I walked into the room. I have to admit that, while I have eyes for cock (and a nice butt to eat), I really only have eyes for Pat. So when I walked into the room, he’s the only man I saw. The rest were just cocks. The man in my ass began to pound me hard and fast and I braced myself for the big load I knew he was going to deliver into me. And wow, was it ever big. It felt like he was pissing! He held inside me for over a minute, sort of petting my lower back as we stood joined. “You got a lot in you, buddy,” he told me. “My wife’s been out of town visiting her mother for a couple of weeks. That’s a big two-week load you got in you,” he said, giving my ass a slap before extracting his shrinking cock. Quickly, I pulled off of the cock I was sucking and spun around, taking the man’s cock in my mouth to clean him off, while I shoved my ass towards the dick I’d gotten wet and ready. So, the second man sank into me as I nursed the first fucker’s cock, milking out every drop before he finally stepped back and allowed another man at my mouth. The guys were all a little stunned that I sucked the cock straight out of my hole, but I guess seeing how slutty it made me, and just knowing how piggy they thought it was, it just got them more in the mood to fuck me like a real motel room whore. The next three hours went just like that. Each of them took a couple of turns on my ass and mouth, but I was happy that all of the men agreed to only put their loads in my ass. While I like a mouthful of cum every now and again, it’s just more satisfying to me to get it up the ass. None of that pesky stomach acid destroying any other gifts they might be delivering. I guess all it really takes to get straight men to lighten up is take their load. Greedily, too. They could see how much I wanted it, and in that environment, everything just turns animal. It’s just men fucking. Doesn’t matter who or what they’re fucking, they are just doing what evolution has programmed them to do. All in all, by six thirty that Saturday evening my hole had received seventeen loads from Pat’s construction crew buddies, not counting the two from Pat earlier in the day that had lubed my hole. He walked the guys out and, as he closed the door behind him, he turned and leaned on it, grinning at me. “That was fucking hot,” he said. “But I bet you’re ready for some more, aren’t you?” All of that cum in me had only fueled my hunger, and I felt insatiable. I would take on a thousand men in the mood I was in. “You have no idea,” I told him, almost in a pant. My heart was pounding and my breathing was coming almost in gasps. I felt desperate. “Hang on, I need to piss, and then I’ll hop online and see if we can find you some poz dick for that hole,” he laughed, heading to the bathroom. In just my jock strap now, I followed him in. As soon as he pulled his cock out of his pants, I grabbed his dick and guided him over to the bathtub where I climbed in and looked up at him. He started laughing and shaking his dick at me. “You want my piss? Want me to piss all over you? Fuck, you’re extra piggy today,” he laughed. “Fine, might as well go all in, then,” he added before going back out into the room and getting my trackies and tee shirt. He tossed them to me. “Put ‘em on,” he instructed. Once I was fully dressed, he began to piss on me. Starting from the top of my head, he then aimed directly into my mouth, where I swallowed as much as I could, and then he hosed me down over my chest, stomach, and then concentrated on my crotch, wetting my nylon pants until they were shiny and soaked. So there I was, with an ass full of cum -which was rapidly oozing out of my well-fucked hole- and fully clothed, drenched in piss. I’d never felt like such a pig in my life. I also couldn’t remember being so horny, either. Pat could see it just by looking in my eyes. “You need it bad, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’re gone into full-on whore mode.” He was not laughing now, as he could see and practically feel my hunger. He told me to wait in the tub and let the excess piss drain off of me while he went to see if he could find anyone to fuck me. Less than five minutes later I heard the door close and Pat returned with someone. I could hear the other man’s voice. “I found you some more dick,” he called to me. “Come and get it, piss pig.” I think he was feeling the same energy that I was, because he was starting to get into the verbal that he knows I enjoy so much. I walked out of the bathroom, still soaked in his piss, and saw Pat standing next to a man I recognized as a pimp. I’d seen him with a few of his girls just outside of the motel entrance. He was taller than me. Black. Grungy looking, tough and mean looking, but the way he was grabbing his crotch told me was into it. “Tony here has seen, and heard, us fucking in here ever since I started renting this room,” Pat told me. “He’s straight, only ever fucks his whores, but he thinks you must be a big whore. I told him that you are a big whore. And a good one.” I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This was surreal. It’s not that I was attracted to this man -he wasn’t even remotely attractive, especially standing next to a stud like Pat. But knowing that he’s a pimp, and only fucks his skanky whores, it just made things that much sleazier. And so much hotter! I couldn’t help but wonder if he was infected with anything. “Come on, bitch, I gotta get back out there and keep an eye on my business,” he growled at me. “Suck it and get it wet,” he instructed, pulling his very long looking dick out of his dirty pants. At only half-mast, this pimp was sporting about eight inches. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began to give him a good tongue bath that had in grunting in no time. His crotch smelled very musky, like he hadn’t showered in a day or two. And his cock, well, that kept growing in my mouth. Fuck, he wasn’t too thick, but he’d grown to at least eleven inches, perhaps twelve. He didn’t let me suck him long -this wasn’t a seduction, after all. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked me off of his cock and shoved me towards the bed, where I landed on all fours. He grabbed a handful of the back of my trackies and yanked them down. Quickly he slammed balls deep into me. Out of all of the men who fucked me today, this pimp was by far the roughest, not to mention he had the biggest dick. This was a man who was used to treating whoever he stuck his dick into like nothing but trash. Practically inanimate objects, just vessels to be filled. As soon as the man entered me, Pat rushed around to my front and watched me with concerned eyes. Sure, he wanted to make this as memorable and dirty as possible, but he clearly was worried this pimp was going to hurt me. Despite the man who was basically punishing my hole, staring up into Pat’s eyes, we were the only two men in the room. His eyes never left mine, but he did reach down and hold my hands on the dingy bedspread. When the pimp was getting close, he grabbed my hips really hard. It was painful as he dug his dirty nails into my skin. “Where you want this stuff? You want it up that faggot kunt?” he panted. “Dump it up his ass!” Pat ordered him. “Breed me!” I begged. “Fucking sluttier than any of my girls, the number of guys I saw leaving this room today. Should be making money with this hot fucking ass,” he said through gritted teeth. I guess I should be flattered that he was actually enjoying my ass, but still all I could see was Pat, and all I wanted was cum. “You really want my load? Huh, bitch? Didn’t even ask me about no condoms or anything? You that big a fuckin’ whore?” he yelled at me. “I don’t care, breed me!” I yelled. Pat was now smiling huge as we listened to this guy insinuating that he might be infected. I wanted to bend lower and take his cock into my mouth again, but he pulled my head up instead, and our lips locked while the pimp finished off with my ass. “Look at the two faggots kissing,” the pimp said. “Fine, you get what you deserve, fucking fags. You want AIDS? I’ll give you fuckin’ AIDS. Take it! Here it fucking comes you bitchwhorekunt!” he roared, ramming balls-deep into me and spray painting my insides with his venomous seed. As soon as he finished cumming he literally yanked his dick out of my hole with a loud sloppy wet popping sound. “Clean this motherfuckin’ dick like a good bitch supposed to do,” he instructed. I removed my lips from Pats and turned around to lick the big piece of meat clean. I was stunned when I saw his still engorged cock swaying in front of me. His dick was covered in blood. Mixed with all of that cum, yes, but it wasn’t pink. It was red. He’d torn me up good. My heart was pounding again, really hard, as I licked him clean. And I was stunned again when I felt Pat’s tongue at my hole -licking my blood as it oozed out of my damaged hole. I finished with the pimp, he slapped me lightly on the side of the head to tell me he’d had enough, and then he stuffed his still semi-hard cock back into his pants. “You ever want to make a few bucks, you come see me,” he said before disappearing out the door. I’d never felt so cheap and used in my entire life. Nothing I’d ever done before at the book stores or bathhouses compared. This was as low as I’d ever sunk. And I was still turned-the-fuck-ON. Of course, that could have something to do with the insane rimming that Pat was giving my ass. This was the first time he’d actually rimmed me -thought I’d done him plenty of times before. I think this was it for him, too. The moment when we truly surrendered to the calling for cum, for us being true pigs, for HIV and AIDS. Judging by the way he held my ass, a cheek tight in each hand, and his face mashed as hard into me as he could get it, he was all in. When he finally came up for air, he was panting loudly. I spun around and just lunged at him. I needed to kiss him. His entire mouth area was covered in my blood and a mixture of all of those loads. Our tongues invaded each other’s mouths as our arms pulled us as close as we could get. And feeling that we were both rock hard, I knew that this day was far from over. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the day that I would get infected. That we get infected. Maybe I already am. And maybe so is Pat. Before I had time to give it much thought, Pat pulled away and hopped off the side of the bed. He grinned at me and said, "I've got another surprise for you . . ."

I was bored and horny, and was just reading through some stories on Breeding Zone with the television on in the background for noise. I briefly remembered hearing that the multi-state lottery was at a large amount and was expected to make someone very rich. The thought played in the back of my mind but I sort of forgot about it as I stroked my boner to the images of the boys mentioned in the stories I was reading. I was mid-forties and in decent shape but life hadn’t been particularly good for me, I was recently unemployed again, having lost my full time job a couple years back, and been filling in with shitty part time retail jobs. I lived in a dingy apartment that had seen better days. It was a nice neighborhood when I moved in, but over the years the management companies changed, as did the nice neighbors, as they moved out in moved trash. I pretty much kept to myself, traveling out for hook-ups, occasionally going out to the clubs and bars, often just hanging around as the cover charge at the clubs was usually enough to keep me sober as, most of the time, I could only afford soda. I scanned A4A and BBRT then came across a hot ad for a cute 22 year old who was into just about everything on BBRT. I oinked him and waited, and waited then went back to cruising the ads, then back to BZ for some more hot stories. I was just about to shoot a hot load to a bug chasing story when my computer oinked in the background, indicating I had a message on BBRT. Checking my mail I found a message from him. H: Hey Daddy, thanks for the Oink, what’s up? M: Just browsing around looking at who’s on-line. H: Anyone catch your eye? M: You did. H: Thanks, I almost didn’t respond when I looked at your age, but your body got me rock hard. M: Then I guess I owe you a 'thanks'. Then BBRT advised me "This member has unlocked his pictures." H: Hope you are even more enticed with my unlocked photos. By the way I want you to know I’m not a hustler, but was wondering if you were generous. There was that question I always seemed to get from the younger crowd, wanting a free ride, a sugar daddy, a john to service. I almost ended the conversation until he continued saying: H: Daddy you still there? Daddy, I meant that I find you interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind if we became friends, not just a casual hook up. But I can’t support you. I’m still in college with two shitty retail/food service jobs, and given the distance it says we are from each other, I guess you’re in a similar boat. Our neighborhood is pretty much a slum. M: Oh so you think I live in a slum. H: That’s not what I meant, but this is certainly a lower income 'hood. Wouldn't you agree? M: Well, I guess you’re right about that. Want to meat up at S for coffee? H: Can’t do that tonight but would love to “meat up” in the morning. I checked out his unlocked picks, thinking 'Damn this kid is cute, and has a great body. I wonder if maybe he has an agenda.' M: Sure. Say about 8:00 or so. H: Sounds cool. My name is Jeremy, by the way. M: Awesome. See ya in the morning then, Jeremy. I relooked at his pictures and began wondering what I was in for, He was 6’1 about 150 pounds had blonde hair, blue eyes and a athletic looking body, looking at that sweet face and juicy cock and tight ass had me extremely hard and dripping pre-cum, but shit he was going to meet up with me in a little over 8 hours, I decided to save the cream for him if he wanted it, after all I could always jerk off to his pics after we met. I turned off the laptop and turned down the volume on my phone and went to sleep, filled with erotic dreams of Jeremy and what we could do together. The alarm went off on schedule and I was up and showered by 7, had thrown together my gym bag and tossed it into my car, going to the gym was one of those little things I struggled to get past in my current financial state, but I figured I was more hirable if I looked good and fit. Around quarter past I drove across the street to the supermarket and did some light shopping, on the way out I stopped off at the lottery machine and purchased a ticket for that night’s drawing. I arrived at the coffee shop shortly before 8 and ordered a white mocha and took a seat facing the door. Just shortly after 8 Jeremy walked in wearing black basketball shorts, a white wife beater, and an oversized hoody, zipped up about half way so that the tank top showed through revealing his muscular hairless chest, carrying a large backpack, his well-toned legs sprouted slightly darker fur, than was on his dirty blond head, he nodded in my direction then went to order himself a coffee. Upon finishing his order he came over and sat down next to me and extended his hand in greeting J: hey there, glad you could make it, I don’t remember if I caught your name on line last night or not M: oh sorry I don’t think I shared that, its Matt J: glad to make your acquaintance Matt His smile was electrifying and melted away any reservations I had about the boy. We chatted for almost an hour over our respective coffees discussing this and that and soon discovered that in spite of our 24 year age gap we had lots in common, and I soon grew very comfortable around Jeremy, almost like he was my son, As we each finished our drinks I asked him if he would like a ride home, having seen the sweat glistening on him when he had unzipped the hoody after sitting down I had concluded he had walked here, not to mention his musk was not only making me hard but he smelled great sitting so close. He accepted the offer and we headed out to my car, upon belting ourselves in I pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. I followed his directions as he led me back towards my apartment, having me pull into my drive and circle around the complex in the opposite direction I would normally take. We rounded the corner nearest his apartment and he turned to me J: you want to come in and hang for a while longer? M: sure J: you can park in any open uncovered space M: tell Ya what I’ll park in my space and walk back to your apartment J: you live here too? M: yeah and it seems not so far from you We both laughed as I parked the car, then walked to his place one building over. We entered his sparsely appointed apartment and were on top of each other as the door closed, his hoody hit the floor first as he lifted my tee shirt off. He began sucking on my quarter sized nipples shortly after we broke our kisses off, his hands found the buckle on my belt and soon I felt my jeans being lowered, having gone commando, freeing my trapped hard cock. I slid his shorts down and fondled his cock through the mesh of his jock strap his precum oozing through the fabric. We stood there groping each other and pressed against the door when Jeremy took my hand and led me to the couch where we began caressing each other anew, Jeremy not allowing me to free his cock from the Jock which was now soaked with his precum, his hard cock straining to be free J: please daddy I want to pleasure you, my release is secondary, please fuck me daddy make me your boy M: you want me to use you as my boy, breed you with my seed J: yes daddy I need you to breed me, make me yours I sank down and sucked the precum from his jock into my mouth then lifted his legs and slathered my spit and his precum on his hole, before rising to my knees and aiming my cock head towards his sphincter M: you sure you want this, there’s no going back J: yes fuck me, give me your daddy seed M: you sure you want my load blasted into your boy cunt? J: yeah daddy give me all you have to give I pushed into the unyielding pucker, but it would not open for me M: you ever been fucked before, son? J: no daddy you’ll be my first Oh my god he was a virgin and he was offering up his cherry to me, I changed my tactics a bit and began licking at his hole tongue fucking him to see if I could loosen him up. I could feel his pucker loosen some after about five minutes of probing with my tongue, I then inserted a finger and it slid in after a brief amount of resistance, I wiggled it around massaging his prostate from within. His tight ring began to yield and loosen enough to slide in a second finger, and after about five more minutes a third, I was now rubbing on that tender spot just inside of Jeremy’s sphincter his moaning beginning to fill the room, I removed my fingers from his hole and replaced it with the tip of my mushroom head, flowing with precum it quickly made the outside ring slippery and slick as I worked my head over his pucker. J: fuck me daddy, do it now M: here it cums son I pushed in as he bucked up to meet my thrust forcing the first few inches into his hole J: oh Fuck, oh Fuck, OH FUCK M: just relax and try to push out a little As he did I could feel his ring relax and I pushed another two inches up into his gut, I pulled out about an inch the slowly slipped the rest of my 7.5 inches into his rectum, he moaned as he felt my pubes on the back of his nuts tickling the taint as I ground my pelvis into his ass J: oh daddy I fill so full, now let me ride it M: mmmm so tight and pulsating around my cock As I rocked back and forth I could feel his ass muscles convulsing around my meat, like Jeremy was orgasming on my cock inside his hole I slid it out the thrust back in, the waves of muscle rippling against my organ increased and I began pumping it in and out of Jeremy faster and faster the walls massaging my cock on each pass, I soon realized I had made the boy have a anal orgasm as I continued fucking him M: I’m going to cum where you want it J: oh daddy breed my ass make me yours forever, give me your toxic seed, POZ my hole I had never discussed my status with the boy but his talk of me POZing his virgin hole just made me harder and after edging in his convulsing hole for about 15 minutes I blasted my cum deep into his bowels. I was still hard after I came so I continued to pump in and out of his flooded hole, I so enjoyed fucking a cum filled hole and then about 5 minutes later I felt the tingling in my balls again and felt the semen shooting from my cocklips again, blasting another load in his gut J: oh daddy we are now one, thanks for breeding me M: it was nice fucking you, you made me cum so hard I rolled off of the boy and we snuggled on the couch for a while before either of us could catch our breath enough to talk M: why’d you tell me to POZ your ass, we never discussed status? J: I just figured, since we meet on BBRT, you said ask me on your profile and you were willing to breed some dumb twink without even asking status or offering yours, you must be POZ M: All good assumptions but in my case wrong J: oh …, sorry hope I didn’t offend you I started laughing then pulled the boy into me and started making out with him, caressing his muscular body and getting him all excited again. M: so are you still negative? Being as you were virgin and all J: yeah I am, sorry about the POZ talk while we were fucking M: no problem, kind of got off on it actually We both began laughing together and resumed our exploration of each other’s bodies and mouths, soon he was sucking in my cock removing the ruminates from our lovemaking, his 8 inch slender cock rock hard, I couldn’t resist as I slicked it up and then climbed in his lap and impaled myself on his drooling member J: what are you doing? I’m all bottom M: you’re a top for now boy, now fuck your daddy I held my ass about three inches away from his crotch and he began thrusting upwards into my willing hole, every now and then I would raise and lower my ass a few inches to get him in me deeper, all the while I had my tongue buried in his mouth and we dueled for oral superiority, he suddenly pulled back J: oh fuck I’m going to cum M: oh yeah give me your toxic load fill me with your AIDS babies wreck my hole J: oh god I’m filling your hole with my POZ cum I ground my ass down into his groin getting as much of his twink cock buried in my ass as I could, I could fill the wetness seeping around his cock pulsing in my hole, I threw my head back and for the first time saw the photos on his bookcase besides the couch. I froze as one in the upper corner caught my eye, it was a man and a woman, the man was in a brown suit and the woman in a teal chiffon dress, it was so familiar, I blinked and went back to Jeremy kissing him passionately, now fearing the photo linked us in a way, that he was unaware of or maybe he was. Jeremy pushed me off and I got up we were both drenched in cum as I had shot again as he was cumming up inside me, blasting both our abs and almost to his neck, Jeremy grabbed my hand and led me to the shower where he tenderly washed me off then himself. J: Matt I have class in about an hour so I need to leave now, if I’m going to catch my bus M: I’ll drive you in if only to spend a little more time with you J: that’ll be great just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you out by your car. I gathered my clothes and hurriedly dressed while Jeremy got himself presentable in the bedroom, I looked at the photo again, not really believing my eyes. I exited Jeremy’s and hurried to my apartment I scrambled around and grabbed a couple dollars for gas then hurried out to the car where Jeremy was waiting for me. I unlocked the door and we both hopped in, about a mile down the road I began to ask the question that was nagging me M: the photo on your bookcase the one that looked like a professional prom photo, might I ask who they are, since it isn’t you J: oh that’s just a Photo of my mom and her boyfriend, she says it was taken when he won a portrait package in some raffle, I always suspected he was the one to knock her up with me, but she never wanted to talk about it but I always suspected. M: hmmm interesting story I dropped Jeremy off at the bus stop in front of his university then did some errands, . I had noticed a strand of dirty blond hair on the head rest in the car, about Jeremy’s color and length, I placed it in a zip lock back, I had a friend who did DNA testing to determine paternity thought this would maybe calm my nerves. it was after 2 when I got home Little did I know how much my life would change over the next 24 to 48 hours.

mostly bottom I like to have my hole clean and ready at any time, usually have at least 1 load before leaving the house from my partner and the best part, I can take it all, my hole can accommodate huge cocks, 2 at a time and even fisted if in the mood and yet it remains tight my tops love it when I am milking their cocks with my ass muscles. writing this as I am getting ready for whatever and whoever my partner invited to use me over the weekend 🐷

I may have posted this before - if so, I apologize for the repeat. Until I saw vids like this I never realized that once the Top reaches the point of no return, the thrusting and fucking are no longer needed - the cock and balls take over and independently pump the seed into the bottom. Aah the marvels of nature! [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video55841019/breeding_asses_compilation

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

I like the way that the author has paced the build up of this story, the eroticism never really stops. It just keeps on slowly building, line by line. 😈 I really enjoyed the well-thought-out conversation between the two main characters, (making it easy to put myself in the place of Jonah and imagine that Larry was messaging/talking/re-assuring/seducing/barebacking/pozzing me).😉 Bonus marks to Toon for the way the conversation is laid out: Dialogue is kept separate (not mixed in) with paragraphs describing what has/is/will take place/moving the story along; Putting emails/messages in italics, helps bring the characters' words/thoughts to life. (wish the author had italicised the later conversation too); A blank line between two pieces of dialogue, indicates that a different character is speaking. Helps avoid confusion as to 'who' is saying 'what'! If any budding authors are unsure how to present 'dialogue', the method used in this story, is an excellent example to copy.✍️ Sadly, I've noticed that this author (Toon) hasn't logged in for over five years, so it's unlikely that there will be any more tales about this horny poz gifter.😢

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

Nick led me past the pool and into the house, with Dane occasionally having to give me a prod from behind to get me to keep up as I got distracted by the incredible surroundings. Once inside, I got a brief look at a rather grand room that was very tastefully decorated, before I was directed through a small doorway leading to a set of spiral stairs that we then climbed to reach the next floor up. As we started walking along a corridor up there, I could hear laughter getting closer until we reached one of the few open doors. Inside were two men painting the room, and clearly enjoying each other’s company. “That’s Kenji and Jake” said Nick from up ahead of me as we carried on walking down the long corridor, taking a 90 degree turn at one point. “They’re so cute together” said Dane from behind me. “They try to hide it, but everyone knows they’re in love.” Before I could say anything in response, Nick got to a door and opened it, marching straight in. I caught up to him and then looked in, perhaps a bit surprised to see a fairly simple white bedroom, decorated with modern paintings and furnished in a very tasteful, laid-back way. I guess I had expected something grander. “This is us” Nick said, as Dane came in and closed the door behind us. “We actually sleep here most of the time, and only use the outhouse when we’re hosting.” “But we’ve made an exception for you” continued Dane, giving me a wink. “Also, and perhaps more accurately, our shower out there is fucked” said Nick with a laugh. “Yeah, that too” chuckled Dane. “Bottom boy here detached the shower head for one too many power douches” said Nick, “and the damn thing broke in three.” Dane went bright red, which surprised me a bit as he didn’t seem like the type to get embarrassed by anything like that. “Anyway” said Nick, moving things on, “speaking of douching, why don’t you get in there to clean up a bit and then we’ll get started.” He gestured to a door at the side of the room, so I headed in to a nice modern bathroom. I stripped myself naked and got in the shower, giving myself a quick clean. I noticed the shower had a douche attachment already on a separate hose, so I rather clumsily used that to clean myself inside too, before hopping out and drying off using one of their amazingly soft and luxurious towels. I then re-emerged into the bedroom to see them both standing there naked, which caused my dick to spring into action. “Like what you see huh?” said Dane, grinning at me. “Yes sir” I responded, licking my lips. “Get on the bed on your back” said Nick, “and get those legs in the air.” I did as commanded, and then Dane climbed up onto the mattress and began to finger my hole. “Still nice and open” he said, before repositioning himself between my legs. He then started to push his cock into me, going firmly until he was fully embedded. I realised he must have lubed it up as it slid in without too much difficulty, although my hole ached a little at being stretched again. “Ready?” he whispered, giving me a warm smile. I just nodded in response. His cock was nowhere near as big as Nick’s, but it still felt amazing as he set up a steady rhythm in my hole. He held my ankles for leverage, and kept his eyes firmly locked on mine as he fucked me. I could not look away from him either, so it felt like the world had fallen away and there was just him and me. It was intense. He did not give me any warning before he came, maintaining his rhythm and facial expression until he suddenly slammed in one final time and held in place, his cock spurting toxic juices into me. Only when he finished did he start to pant a bit, gradually pulling himself out of me and sliding off the bed. “Good work” said Nick, before climbing up to take his place. I had kept my legs raised, and he too grabbed hold of my ankles as he poked his cock at my hole until it found its target. He then pushed into me, causing me to squeeze my eyes closed as he stretched me open again. “Poppers” he growled, and I opened my eyes right as Dane thrust a bottle under my nose. I took some deep huffs as Nick bottomed out in me, but got no chance to adjust as he once again immediately got to the fucking. This was not a man with any patience when it came to breeding. He pounded into me like crazy, his piercing rubbing my insides to the point that all I could do was yelp and groan at the intense mix of pain and pleasure. As with the previous fuck with Dane, Nick and I were staring into each other’s eyes throughout. “About to give you your fourth pozzing” he eventually said, before slamming into me. His body spasmed as he pumped me full of semen. The sight of it, and the thought of what was going inside me, caused me to cum hands-free all over my torso. Nick eventually calmed down and slowly slid out of me, and with my strength gone my legs fell to the mattress. The other two guys climbed onto the bed on either side of me and lay down, with all three of us just staring at the ceiling as we came down from the sex. “It’s probably time you let that wife of yours know what’s up” said Nick, after a while. “Or at least that you’re OK. We’re not going to be done for a while yet.” I sighed, but eventually sat up and slid forward down the mattress to get off the bed, and then went through to the bathroom where I had left my phone in the pocket of my shorts. I stood looking at it for a bit, before deciding what to type out: Hannah. I’m sorry. I thought I could make this work, but some things have happened to me today while you were asleep that have made me realise I can’t keep living a lie. I shouldn’t have married you. I was never going to be able to be what you want me to be. I’m sorry. Jobber I signed it off with that name as only she ever called me it, just to make sure she knew it really was from me. I felt like shit for doing it in this way, but I couldn’t face dealing with her in person or on the phone. Not yet. I stared at the message I had sent for a little bit, then turned the phone to silent, took a deep breath, and headed back into the bedroom. Just as I was crossing the floor to where Dane and Nick were still lying on the bed, now both smoking cigarettes, there was a knock at the door followed by it opening before anyone had responded. Standing in the doorway with a grin on his face was a gorgeous man, grinning at us and clutching a bottle of vodka. “Dannick my boys” he bellowed, “I hear you’ve got yourself a newlywed in here!” “Greg” Nick sighed. “Dannick?” I asked. “My little nickname for these lovebirds” Greg said as he strode into the room, still grinning. “What are you doing here?” Nick asked. “Yeah man” said Dane, “this one is our project.” “Oh I know I know” replied Greg, “but it’s not every day another honeymooner finds his way to this place.” “Huh?” I said. “Greg was on day two of his when Hank and Bill got him” said Nick. “Yep!” said Greg, looking proud. “Fucked me senseless all over the Honeymoon Suite while the wife was having a massage.” “Poor girl” said Dane, but with a big grin on his face. “No woman wants to walk in on that.” “She caught you?” I asked. “Being spit-roasted” said Greg, his grin somehow getting bigger. “Jesus” I said. “What happened?” “Dunno” he replied. “For all I know I’m still married to her.” “Bill and Hank kept him on to be our barman” said Nick. “And here I am with the drinks!” Greg said, holding up the bottle of vodka. “Let’s have a couple of shots, and then I’ll let you get back to it.” He slammed the glasses down on a dresser and messily poured out four shots, before handing them out to each of us. “To marriage!” he said, and we all downed the shots. The vodka burned my throat. “To the getting of gifts!” he cheered, after pouring our seconds. “To fun and fuckery!” was his cry for the third round. “OK, that’s enough” said Nick, before Greg could dish out a fourth round. “Yes boss” said Greg. “You know where I am if you need a bit more of a buzz.” He grabbed the bottle of vodka, turned to me and gave me a wink, and then headed out the door slamming it behind him. “Christ” said Dane. “That man is a menace.” “I kinda liked him” I said. “Seems fun.” “Oh, that he is” said Nick, “until you’re face first in the bushes throwing up pure tequila while he fucks you senseless from behind.” “Fun times” said Dane, grinning. I laughed at the image, knowing there as no exaggeration at all in what they had just said. “Anyway” said Nick, “enough of this. Time for you to get both our cocks in you at once!” They both fixed me with an intense look, and I knew my day was only just beginning. I gulped, and then started walking towards the bed…

I got married to a big-dicked twink after he unknowingly pozzed me. The other gogo dancers in West Hollywood must have INITIATED him into the 'brotherhood'. We have been thick as thieves for over ten years now. Age DIFFERENCE between us is 25 years! Our prenuptial was a pledge that ALL SEX IS SPORT, no jealousy, no shame or hypocrisy allowed! Also not allowed are old-school home-wreckers or those showing the attitude. And ALL SEX MUST BE CONSUMMATED BAREBACK or it's too lame to brag about! Young guys getting bred and submitting OPENLY and proudly to jaded much older, barebackers has become an awesome turn-on for the both of us!

Damn dude! You are hot. I love your ideas of fucking us bottoms all over the place. You could do me in any and all of those places.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.