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Chapter 2 I felt a sudden slap across my face, and I saw white in my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. This dude just slapped me across my face for no reason, what the hell. "It's not Adrian any more white boy, you can call me Daddy or Sir. White slut boys like you need to know your place." Adrian let go of my dick that he had been firmly holding and twisting this entire time. My dick stung like crazy as the blood rushed back and it the numbness started to wear away. The brute of a man sat at the edge of the bed and just stared at me with this piercing brown eyes. "Don't just stand there baby boy show me what we got to work with. I knew I wanted to fuck your preppy little college ass when I saw you sitting there in the airport, with your little booty shorts that only went down to the middle of your thigh, like all you little slutty college boys wear, and those white tube socks and white Converse. Goddamn you looked so fuckable, it took me all I could not to fuck you right there. I couldn't believe you agreed to come to my room. I knew right then my dirty dick would be in your ass tonight". My face went beet red hearing Adrian, or I guess "Daddy", talking to me like that like I was some kind of chick. I squirmed and didn't know what this man was asking me to do. I also wondered why the hell he referred to his dick as "dirty". He suddenly reached up and ripped away my towel, and I stood there fully nude with my cock hanging free just a few feet from this stranger. "Ok ok, looks like baby boy has a nice little baby dick. Not bad for a white boy, but I know you're not pleasing any women with that thing". I was so embarassed, but I also felt my anger rising inside me hearing this man insult me like that. My cock was about 6 inches long and nicely thick, and I had never heard any complaints from the women. It was average from what I had seen in locker rooms growing up. "Turn around and lets see the business side. Show me that college dumpy. Lets see if those cakes look as nice as they did in this little shorts you were wearing". I slowly turned around, awkwardly, having never been in this position before. "Oh look at those two tight white cakes. Goddamn my big cock is gonna look so good pushing between them. Spread those cheeks faggot let me see that little pucker." I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, with my eyes closed, hoping that would somehow help spare me the embarassment if I pretended I wasn't in the room. I felt Adrian brush his finger around my crack, pressing at my hole. "Thats a tight pussy. You ever put anything up this tight ass boy?'" he asked me. "N..No....No Sir" I told him back with a shaky voice. "Mmhmm. I knew you were a little virgin college prep. Thinking you're straight jock with a girl. Wait until you get this black rod up that ass pussy. I guarantee all you little white fucks are the same. Once you take this cock balls deep you'll be begging for more. I bet you'll be a true little cock slut by morning". I told myself there was no way in hell I would ever let myself enjoy this. I was a straight man who loved women, there was no way I would ever enjoy a dick up my ass. "Bend over my lap here boy I wanna get started". I shuffled around and laid across this mans lap, like a little kid who was in trouble. I could not believe I was doing this. "This is whats gonna happen now slut. I'm gonna slap this ass around a bit, bring a little color out of it. I think it helps my boys realize whos in charge here". I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't already know I clearly was not the one calling the shots here. As I laid across Adrian's lap I noticed a new tattoo that I had not noticed before. Just above his waist line of his boxers was a weird symbol, kinda like the ones you see in the chemistry lab on dangerous chemicals. I don't think what Adrian told me totally clicked, because when I felt the first blow to my ass cheek I let out a squeel and stood out on my tip toes, trying to move. But Adrian's other hand held my firmly in his lap."I like when they squeel and squirm", Adrian said to nobody in particiular. "I'm gonna gonna forgive you this time white boy, but a good little faggot always thanks Daddy when he gives him something". "Yes sir" I responded, just before another blow struck my ass. "Thank you...Sir" I grunted out, with tears my in eyes from the pain. This was followed by a quick succession of three more slaps to my ass cheeks, which I quickly thanked him for to avoid any trouble. This went on for what felt like forever, with no random order. My ass would get spanked once, followed by a long silence as I laid across his lap, followed by three slaps, silence, then two slaps, silence, then three again, and then 1. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was pretty sure I was not gonna be able to sit for a week. Tears from the pain were rolling down my face, but I tried to keep it togther to show I wasn't weak. The weirdest thing was that my my cock got hard as Adrian beat my ass, and stayed hard the entire time. This didn't go unoticed by him, "Look at that hard little dicklet. Looks you are already turning into a little faggot, hard like that just from getting your ass slapped around. Straight men woudn't do that." As quick as it started, I was suddenly pulled off Adrians lap and told to get on my knees. I didn't know what he had in store for me next, but I was so happy to get a break from the spanking. "That ass is red as a tomato boy. You should see my handprints all over it. Its kinda cute. If you forget who's calling the shots tonight you will find your ass bent over my lap again until you remember who's in charge. Stay on your knees fag I gotta grab some stuff for our next lesson". Adrian walked away and I could hear him digging in his suitcase. I was afraid to look over, mostly because I didn't want to see what he was doing, but also because I didn't want him to think I was disobeying him. I kept my eyes looked on the flower pattern of the bed comforter in front of me for several minutes before I heard Adrian walking back. "Put your hands behind your back". As I moved them behind me, Adrian quickly grabbed one wrist and put some kind of leather strap around it and buckled it. This same process was followed by my other wrist. As soon as both wrists had the straps secured, I felt Adrian pull them together and I heard a clasp. My hands were stuck behind my back, and could not move them or get out of the straps if I tried. "That should keep those little white hands out of the way as you suck my big cock" Adrian whispered in my ear as he now grabbed my foot. The same process was repeated on my feet, the only difference was there was about a foot of chain between the two straps that allowed me to move them, ever so little but I could still move them. Adrian told me "I always care a little fuck boy kit when I travel, just in case I come across a little white slut boy like you who needs to be broken". Adrian came back around and sat on the bed in front of me. I remained kneeling in front of him, with my heart racing. I didn't know what was next, but I knew I had now given up total control to Sir. This was my first chance to really take a good look at Adrian up close. I could see his chest had a small amount of hair that covered his tight pecs. His stomach was tight, he didn't have a 6 pack but it was firm with a definite v shape. He had bulging veins that ran up both arms. It was apparent he spent some time in a gym. My eyes again noticed the biohazard tattoo, but I still had no clue what it meant. I could see the large bulge in his boxer briefs staring at me, intimidatingly. Of course this guys got a big cock I thought to myself, nervously, not knowing how I was going to manage this. "Time to meet your new friend fag" Adrian said to me as he roughly grabbed my head and rubbed it against his crotch. I could feel his cock rubbing against my face through his boxers. I could smell a musk, and a hint of piss. My own cock continued to betray me and was hard as a rock, even though I told myself I was not enjoying this. "I like you little bitches to have your hands tied down when they suck my cock for the first time. Keeps 'em out of the way, and that way you fucks can't try and push away the first time this big hog stretches their throat." Adrian pulled his boxers down to his ankles and he pulled my face in closer to his crotch. "Get that mouth on my cock slut boy. Keep this teeth off my dick or you're gonna regret it." I knelt there, frozen, not sure I could find the strength to put this big cock in my mouth. His cock was semi hard, and was already 6 inches and thick, with a big set of balls hanging low below it. Even his cock looked like it worked out, it had veins running all around it in all of the right places. "You like what you see? Thats what a real mans cock looks like fag boy. Get a good look at what gonna break that cherry ass here in a little bit". I must have waited too long, because Adrian grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled me by the hair in closer, "open that little mouth bitch and start working on this cock before you really regret it". I took this as encouragement and took another mans cock into my mouth for the first time. I had the big pink head in my mouth and it tasted kind of salty and felt fleshy. I started to suck, trying to replicate that way Audrey went down on my dick when she gave me dome. "Back and forth, just like that. You're getting the hang of this baby boy. You're doing good. You sure this is the big black cock in that pretty mouth?" I didn't answer, my mind numb with focusing on working this cock in my mouth, with the focus of maybe getting him off now and saving my ass. His cock was now rock hard, and looked to be about 8.5" long, and fairly thick. My mouth really had to stretch to take that log into my mouth. I was able to work about 4 inches in before I would gag and sputter. I felt a light slap to my face, and I looked up at Adrian with his cock filling my mouth. "Daddy asked you a question you little faggot. When I talk you better answer. This the first cock in your mouth boy?" "Mmmpmmph" I tried to answer back, with saliva now running out the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. Adrian continued pulling my head by the hair up and down his hard cock, back and forth, for what felt like forever. I could feel it twitch in my mouth, and Adrian would let out an "oh fuck baby", "goddamn work that cock", fuck that mouth feels so good on that big cock". I had a weird sense of pride that Adrian was enjoying this, and that I was doing a good job. Adrian was getting rougher and rougher with my mouth, and I was talking more of his cock. I could get about 5 inches, but every time it hit the back of my throat I would gag and sputter like I was gonna throw up. The back of my throat was starting to hurt as his cock head repeatedly slammed into it. Adrian took a more sympathetic tone, and told me I had to breath through my nose and just open my mouth and swallow his cock. He kept a hold of my hair, and rubbed my face softly with his other hand. His foot rubbed at my cock, "Look at that little white dicklet, hard as a rock. I knew you were gonna love being a fag. You were always a little fag deep down inside. I just had to bring it out". Tears ran down my face, I was unsure if it was from shame or from the cock in my throat. Maybe both. "I didn't tell you earlier, must have slipped my mind" Adrian smirked, as he continued "if you do a good job tonight you might get a gift later". What the fuck was this guy talking about. At this point, as my mouth was still being fucked by his cock, I didn't care and thought nothing of it. I am sure it was just some other twisted game he was trying to play with my head. After about 15 minutes of sucking Adrians cock my mouth was a total mess. There was spit and slobber running all down my face and chest. Adrian pulled my head back one last time and told me that was enough sucking his cock. "Not bad for your first time, don't worry we will train that little mouth to deepthroat my cock. Time to get on the bed put this cock up your pussy and take that cherry". Adrian pushed me forward onto the bed and I felt his body on the bed behind me. I knew I was about to get fucked and my heart was racing. I thought there was absolutely no way I could take his cock. "Da...Daddy....I don't think that big cock is gonna fit up my ass. It's gonna wreck me. Can I just keep sucking it until you cum?" I asked Adrian, trying to sound cute hoping he would take sympathy on me. I felt his hands softly rub my ass checks. I could feel his hard wet cock head touch my ass from time to time as it moved back and forth. He tapped my ass cheeks and told me "Baby boy this big cocks going up your ass tonight. You're not the first cherry I've broken and you're gonna love it once it's in, like all little white fuck sluts do. But it's gonna hurt like hell first". I was sick to my stomach and sweating. My heart was racing. How the fuck was he gonna fit the cock up my ass.

Visiting London for a business trip and i arrived yesterday evening, while I was checking in the concierge was checking me out and we exchanged some small talk and i headed to my room and waited for my luggage to be brought up by the bellboy. I stripped down the second I walked in the room cause i thought it would take a few minutes but then heard door knock so I covered up with a towel and opened the door to find a stunning young man, black and taller than me, I laughed and apologized as he organized my luggage in the room and he too laughed and mentioned the liked the view with a grin. bingo. i dropped the towel and tolled him he could come up anytime for some fun and gave him my number as he mentioned he'll finish hus shift soon. as I was waited I hopped in the shower to freshen up and make sure my hole was nice and clean and opened the apps as i was getting hungry for loads. immediately i was hit by a blank profile 2 meters away, sending a body and cock pic. he had a swimmers body, 19 and what looked like a nice thick 8" dick, i invited him to my room and he said that he's just changing hus clothes from the uniform cause he also worked at the hotel. bingo!!! 5 min later he knocks on the door, I didnt bother with clothes and opened the door naked to his surprise lol, he was gorgeous looking and l let him in and we started kissing while i stripped him off his clothes and he was feeling my hole and cock as well, I dropped to my knees ans shoved his hard cock all the way in till my nose was buried in his blond pubes and he gasped. a few min later he pulls out, raised me and dropped me on the bed on my back, pulled my legs up and started eating my hole like a pro, shoving his tounge deep and expanding it using his fingers, 1, the 2, 4 until I begged him to fuck me now!!! he asked if i wanted him to use a condom or not so i just pulled him closed and guided his big raw cock to my hole, he took the hint and started to penetrate me, it felt sooooooo good and in no time he was balls deep. gave him the nod and asked him to fuck me hard, and fuck me hard he did! 30 minutes of rough fucking me deep, choking me and calling me a cumdump slut (which totally turned me on!) till he started shouting he was about to cum and I just held him closer and deep in me till he deposited a huge load! he kept hard and started fucking me gently a feeling my cum filled hole around his hole he told me he had Hyperspermia and can cum large volumes multiple times!!! BINGO!!! so he slowly picked up the pace till he was fucking me hard again, this time i was in doggy as he was pounding me hard working towards his second load till it arrived 15-20 min later, flooding my hole with so much cum adding to his first load. he looked at the time and told me he had to get to his bf but they might come back later together! i cleaned off hus cock and tasted his sweet cum and while he was getting dressed I found my big plug and asked him to shove it in so i could keep all his cum in. as he was leaving the black bellboy messaged and said he'll be off in a few minutes ans asked if i wanted him to come over now. i filled him in that i already had 2 loads in me and he got excites and said he'd be right over. less then 5 min later he was in my room, stripping and revealing a muscular body and an impressive 10" thick cock with a huge head that got me drooling! on my knees, with a plugged hole and full of cum i started deep throating his beautiful cock, feeling his huge head widening my throat making my eyes water. he gently started skull fucking me while he bent over feeling up my plugged wet hole. this went for a while and he told me he can fuck for long ans cum multiple times. bingo! then we moved to the bed, back on my back and he started to pull out the plug and my hole was leaking so much cum so he asked me how i managed to score so many loads so fast so I told him it was actually just 2 loads, his eyes lit up and asked if Rob fucked me and he described exactly the previous guy that loaded me up lol as he was telling me they were friends that played together also with their bf's he shoved his huge cockhead in me making me feel so full and happy. very soon after he was balls deep and fucking me very long and hard, making me squill from pleasure till I realized I was cumming all over myself hands free, causing my hole to grip his cock tight and him to flood my hole with big load number 3 of the evening!!! He pulled out and climbed on top of me, bringing his cock to my mouth to clean while i was clenching my hole tight to keep all the cum in me, feeling is sloshing inside me. he never got soft and soon after be laid on his back and i was riding him hard. I enjoyed it so much i didnt was it to end! his second load took him longer and he was we fucked almost 45 min, both working up a sweat till he was panting and dumping his 2nd load deep in me. by now my hole was a complete mess and felt so good!!! we cuddled a bit keeping his big cock lodged in my hole making out and he never got soft. soon he was rocking back and forth slowly fucking me deep, this went on for while and we switched positions all the time, doggy, on my back, riding him, standing up, bending over the big window hoping someone will watch and more. the best part was when he asked if i brought a dildo with me so i took out my 10" dildo and he started shoving it in me and then he added his own cock. by now my hole was so well lubed with so much cum and stretched from being pounded so hard I took it in like the good cumdump i am. he managed to cum 2 more times as he double penetrated me with the dildo, making me cum 2 more times hands free! by the time he was spent we were both 2 sweating bodies, my hole was buzzing and overflowing with cum which was plugged again. we headed for a quick shower and he said that he'll chat with his bf and Rob and try to organize a group fuck for us all, and maybe they'll bring more friends. bingo!!! 4 hours since i checked in was full of 5 loads, by hotel employees, having plans with 4 hot lads to fuck me hard and potentially even more to join. i went to sleep a happy cumdump last night with my hole remaining plugged lol in the morning before breakfast I managed to score one more load from a hot 40 year old dumping a quick load before he left to the airport. now i am in meetings, chatting with Rob and Marcus organizing the activities for the night. so far they'll be 6 guys (some are also working at the hotel) and they are talking with more friends to bring over. This is going to be a fun trip!

1 Adam It was just past midnight as I made my way to the kitchen. Stopping just long enough to look through the Jack and Jill bathroom towards my step-brother Shayne’s bedroom, it appeared that the lights were out so I proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen. The room was dimly lite by a nightlight, and I made my way to the refrigerator and opened the door, bathing the kitchen in the glow of light, I pulled out the jelly and some bread, closing the door extinguishing the light and sending the kitchen back into a mellow glow of the night light. I popped the bread in the toaster and opened the jelly, pulled out a knife and waited for the toast to pop up, upon so I spread across some peanut butter and jelly folding the halves together I turned to see Shayne standing in the entrance. Mom was on a business trip and my stepdad was having a boy’s night out, playing poker or whatnot, it was just me and Shayne home alone. II had turned 18 back in October and it was just past the New Year, Shayne being home from college for the holidays. Shayne was just two years older than me, he had a older brother James who was 21 and a younger brother, Mark who was just seven months older than me. As I looked across the kitchen wearing just some checkered boxers and a oversized tee shirt, I gawked at Shayne in just a Jock and a tight wife beater that showed off every muscle in his toned body, every one of his sixpack was on display. I quickly took a seat at the table to hide my growing erection, while Shayne clicked on the light and sauntered across to the kettle and turned it on. S. “I thought I heard a mouse, midnight snack eh” A. “yeah, I got hungry, pizza just didn’t do it for me” S. “I got thirsty, decided on a hot Chocolate” There was silence for a few minutes. I could feel my hard cock leaking precum, dampening my boxers and running down the inside of my thigh. Shayne poured some hot water in a cup and blended in a packet of powder, then came over and sat next to me, gripping my knee hard he suggested we get to know each other better. I’m Adam and I stand about five foot ten and a half, athletic body from playing sports for most of my life, doing football and baseball, Shane was about six foot one, he too was an athlete excelling at wrestling and water polo. My parents were friends with Shayne’s parents growing up and still remained friends even after the divorces. So I had actually known Shayne most of my life, actually looked up to him and his brothers as I grew up, he was one of my first crushes when I realized I was into guys, but realized he would never be that way being so macho. I realized I was gay when I was younger and my best friend and I would hang out, I had the biggest crush on Robert, but I could never tell him I was falling in love with him, that all sort of ended in 8th grade when his parents moved him to a different town a couple cities away, we stayed in touch but rarely got the chance to hang. Shayne gulped down the last of his chocolate as I finished my P.B. and J. I awkwardly got up, facing away from Shayne so as not to reveal my boner and the huge wet spot on my shorts I walked a couple of steps and suddenly felt Shayne behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ear. S. “I think now is as good a time to get to know each other better’ He led me through the kitchen flipping off the light as he went, his arm draped across my shoulders and guided me up the steps, past my bedroom and into his. As I entered his room I noticed some LED strip lights across the headboard and around part of the room at ceiling level, his laptop was open on his desk, the bed covers were a bit disheveled, he pressed a button on his laptop as he led me to the center of the room next to the bed. He turned me around, pulled me towards him, taking my face between his palms, he bent down and kissed me. I was startled at first then went with the kiss, his tongue lapped at my lips and I parted them, his kisses became more passionate and he was soon groping my hard cock through my boxers and I fondling his engorged member through his jock, soon both boxers and jock lay on the floor and he lifted my tee shirt over my head and his tank top from his torso we were naked together exploring each other’s bodies. He laid me down on the bed and placed his body weight on top of me, we were actually compatible in weight, both weighing in around 160#, he ground his cock into mine and began licking his way down my body, while caressing every inch he could reach. He soon had my cock between his lips and was giving me my first blow job, it sure beat jerking off, he wet his fingers and probed my ass, he licked down my sculptured thighs and calves and sucked in my toes first one foot then the other, he raised my legs and licked down the backside of them finally lifting me back so my legs were behind my shoulders my ass exposed as he began tonguing my hole, probing a little with his fingers then sucking on my pucker, I soon felt his tongue enter me and I knew I must be dreaming. He had me loosened up in no time then placed a little brown bottle under my nose and commanded breath in deep, I did as my older step brother commanded, a buzz came across my head as my body began to heat up, I breathed in again through the other nostril the buzz intensified and I felt full, my stepbrother was balls deep in my ass. It felt good to be filled then sudden pain had subsided and he was working his magnificent cock in my hole, my fantasy was coming true. Shayne pumped for a couple minutes, then it all sort of became easier, my ass suddenly slicker and his pounding became intensely pleasurable I soon found myself moaning and pleading A. “fuck me bro, I have fantizied bout this for a long time, pound my hole make me yours” ”ah yeah fuck me, mark me with your seed, breed your little bro” It went on for about thirty minutes before Shayne bellowed out S. “ Aw fucking A, breeding my Baby Bro with my Tainted seed, going to knock you up, make you Mine” He kept grunting and pumping into me my ass getting slicker than it was before, he shoved a little harder and a burst of pain shot through me as I realized he was pushing past my second ring and cumming deep in my gut. Shayne collapse on top of me, smothering me with kisses and pushing his pelvis harder into my ass, I felt so full, but my cock was still rock hard and precum was filling my belly button and coating my abs. through all that I had not cum, I felt his cock twitch inside me as he began another volley of thrust, he was still rock hard and was gearing up to fuck me some more, as I felt the head repeatably push past my inner ring new feelings of pleasure began to wash over me, I was orgasming in my ass but wasn’t Cumming, my hole clamping down and convulsing around Shayne’s cock milking another load deep into me. Spent Shayne rolled off of me pulling me on top of him while passionately kissing and biting my lips and neck. I returned the kisses and began licking my way down his sweaty body, giving him the same treatment he had given me, cum dripping from my hole I reached around and gathered some up and slicked it on his hole, lined my 9 inch cock up with the opening and pushed in. I had been so stimulated it only took me a few minutes to fill up my step brother with my load, I started to push hard and soon breached his inner ring making him grunt then I kept pumping until he too began to reel from a anal orgasm. I rolled off Shayne then looked over at him with a sheepish grin. A. “I think were on our way to knowing each other” S. “you might be right, now come here” Shayne pulled me up close to him as I became the little spoon and we cuddled together his cock buid in my ass, and soon fell asleep. We changed positions a couple time me spooning him and sliding my tool deep in his gut breeding my step-bro

Hey guys. This is the first story I've written in awhile. I used to have an account as btm4bbrn, but deleted it awhile back for personnel reasons. This first chapter has a bunch of lead up, I promise there will be more exciting chapters soon. As always, feed back is always a appreciated! Check out my other stories. They are: Scorpion Bikers Turned Over Christmas XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 1 This is a story about how I, a once straight college jock boy, was turned into a bottom slut for black cock overnight by a random stranger. A little about me. My name is Riley, and I am about to start my Sophomore year of college. I'm about 19 years old, and stand about 6'2" and 170lbs. My white body is not overly muscular, but I was pretty toned from playing sports in high school and hitting the weights during my freshman year. I have brown hair, with a high fade on the sides that led to longer hair on top that I kept in a messy look. It all started as I was waiting at the gate to catch my flight back to college. I had just flown into Chicago from Iowa, and was waiting to catch my connecting flight. I grew up in a smaller midwestern town and I was going to college in Georgia. I did not want to be so far from home, but I had gotten an academic scholarship. Due to the distance, my parents decided to pay for me to fly back to school to save on a multi day road trip in my car that was not all that reliable. They had drove me down to school last year, but this year they decided that I could make the trip down myself. I sat at the gate, waiting for the 830pm flight, scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone with my airpods in. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and saw somebody sit down across from me. I looked up and saw a very large black man sitting there, also scrolling through his phone. This man looked to be in his late 30's, and he was wearing dress slacks and polo shirt. This man was ripped, with bulging arms with big veins that were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His pants were tighter, and I noticed his calves and thighs looked solid against the fabric. He looked to be about 6'4", with hair buzzed short on the sides that led to longer curly hair on top. He and black scruff on his face, and I could see some tattoo's stretching out from under his sleeves and going down his arms, but I was unable to make out what they were. I went back to my phone, and soon heard the gate agent come over the PA to say that the flight was delayed due to maintence. About an hour later, the gate agent came back on and told us that they were unable to fix the issue and that the flight would be cancelled. The next flight would be the next day when they were able to get a spare part in. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone, calling my girlfriend over my airpods. I had been dating Audrey since the middle of my freshman year, and we had managed to do the long distance relationship over the summer. The phone rang, and she eventually picked up. I told her about the flight, and she was upset that it was now going to be even longer until we were able to see each other, even if it was only another couple hours, or at most a day. I told her I would spend the night in the airport since I didn't have money for a room, and we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. No sooner then right after I hung up the phone and took my airpods out did a hear a voice, and realized the black man sitting across from me was talking to me. "Bro you really planning to spend the night in the airport? Thats fucking brutal!" the man said. "Yeah dude, headed back to school and I'm pretty tight on money. Looks like I'm camping out tonight" I smirked and said back to him as I gathered my things. "Nah man. I just booked a room at the airport hotel here. It's got two beds. I can't let you stay here over night buddy thats just wrong". I told him I appreciated the offer, but I would be fine staying for just one night. The man was persistent, and would not talk no for an answer. He was adamant that I take up his offer, telling me he just felt bad knowing I was gonna be sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. He eventually wore me down, and I agreed to stay with him, mostly because it was apparent he was not going to take no for an answer. I figured whats the worst it could be, it's only one night and it beat sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, as he drug his small carry on bag behind him. We made small talk as we walked across the airport and over to the hotel across the street. I found out his name was Adrian, and that he was here visiting for work and trying to get home as well. I told him I was going back to college, and that I was from Iowa. We stopped at the baggage carousel on the way out of the airport to grab my luggage, but the airline said the luggage was already loaded into the plane and they did not have the staffing to have anybody unload them. I just laughed to myself, my day had gone from bad to worse.What next I thought to myself. I did not have any spare clothes or anything to wear besides what I had on. Adrian just laughed and "Boy they are really screwing you over tonight. Don't worry we will figure something out", and with that he kept walking. We got checked into the hotel, and Adrian insisted we grab food at the restaurant in the hotel lobby. I tried to just sit there and not order anything since I did not have money, but Adrian insisted I order and that he was buying. I ordered a burger and a water, and we made small talk as we ate. Adrian asked about school, home, and if I had a girlfriend. I filled him in on Audrey, and he just smiled and said "good for you bro." I found out he was single, and had just joined a business firm after getting out of the military and he was traveling for work. Adrian sat and drank whiskey while I sipped on water as we visited. I wanted nothing more but to get to the room so I could get to bed and get on my flight the next day, but Adrian seemed to be in no sense of a hurry. We continued talking, mostly him asking me questions and staring at me with his brown eyes. His attitude was matter of fact, and he was kind of arrogant, but who was I to judge a man who was giving me a place to stay and even bought me a meal. Eventually the restaurant said they were closing and forced us out. We grabbed our things and I followed Adrian up to the room. Once in the room, Adrian told me I could hit the shower and wash the travel dirt off of me. I didn't particularly want to shower, but he said it in a way that made me feel like I should, and I felt like it was the polite thing to do if this man was suggesting it. "I know you don't have anything to change into, I'll see if I have anything for you to wear buddy" he called out as I went into the bathroom. I told him that was not necessary and got into the shower. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. As I pulled the curtain back I noticed all of my things were out of the bathroom. My clothes were gone, and my wallet and cellphone were missing from the bathroom counter. What the fuck I thought to myself. "Hey Adrian have you seen my things?", I yelled out of the bathroom. "Bro I grabbed them, come out here I found something for you to wear". Jesus I thought to myself, this guy is just over the top. I tucked a towel around my naked waist, and awkwardly walked out of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and a gold necklace. I could see his chest was firm and round, and the crotch of the boxers had a rather large bulge. This threw me off at first, but then I quickly figured Adrian must be getting ready to hop in the shower himself. "Get the fuck over here faggot and get on your knees". What the fuck I thought to myself, there's no fucking way. This guy must have me confused for something else. "Ah...ha...I don't swing that way buddy, remember I told you I have a girlfriend?" This seemed to put Adrian into a rage, and I saw fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, and grabbed my dick through the towel with his other hand. I immediately panicked, and tried to back up and break free, but this man towered over me and was much stronger. He held me with a firm grip, and I struggled to breath as he held my throught and it felt like he was going to rip my dick off. "Did you think you were getting all of this for free boy? You think you were just gonna take advantage of a free room, eat a meal on my dime, and not have to pay for it? No I know your white college ass is broke as fuck, but you're gonna pay another way. Maybe next time you should think twice about staying with random strangers". My heart race and I panicked, not knowing what the fuck was going on or how I was going to be able to talk myself out of this predicament. "Please..just let me...go man I'm so sorry" I struggled to get out, with the large black hand still firmly around my neck. "You got two options here white boy. Either you can walk out of this room right now, stark naked and figure out what to do with yourself, or you can spend the night with me and work off your debt in other ways with that sexy body of yours. If you stay, you're gonna become very friendly with my big cock before you catch that flight tommorrow. Also, I got your phone and wallet locked in the safe, so those will be staying with me until I decided to give them back in the morning". Adrian eased up on my throat, and asked "Well whats it gonna be boy?". I sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do. It felt like I had a frog in my throat and my stomach had dropped to the floor. I had no idea what other option I had other than to stay, because god knows I couldn't walk into the lobby naked as the day I was born without being arrested. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was repulsed at the thought of what this man planned to do to me, but I decided that I would do what I had to do to get through the night and get on my plan tommorrow and let all of this be a distant memory. "I...uh...I guess I will...uh...guess I will stay Adrian" I gulped and looked down at my feet, wishing I could just crawl into a hole and disappear. My hands were trembling and I dreaded what the rest of this night might bring.

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

I recently ended a relationship were I was a top only and it was kinda frustrating. Finally got a douche again and put it to use. Texted this muscle hung top and asked if he wanted to breed me and he said yes!. Two hours later he was entering my office while grabbing my ass. I was wearing some loose sweatpants and a thong as he asked. We kissed for a bit and then he bent me over slide the thong to the side and started shoving his bareback cock up my previously dildoed hole. We recorded a bit of the action, wish we wouldve recorded more. He was so into it and I was loving it since it had been a while since Id gotted barebacked. He finally started cumming inside me real deep. He left and I hurried home and started playing with my biggest dildo. He came tons and I churned all his cum! Definitely wanna start getting bred often!

More is on the way, either this upcoming weekend or the next. I'm considering bringing this story to a close soon (not sure how yet) either temporarily or with a final chapter. I don't want Will and Dom to overstay their welcome. We'll be coming up to 2 years in a few months. I honestly never thought I'd write what is a full-length novel. Thanks for reading. There may be a future for Peter stories or even stories of Doctor Wade fucking up lives somewhere. A traveling doctor leaving toxic men behind... Not sure. If there is something you haven't seen yet that you want to see (beyond Ryan and Lewis converting) let me know. I'll see what I can do. No promises. Until my next post, happy cumming!

I was traveling for work and checked out Grindr. Being in a smaller town there wasn't much around. I came across a profile of a mid 40s black guy. Toned body, claimed he had a ten inch cock. I was skeptical, but he showed me his album and I could see he did have a big cock. He was in a hotel 40 minutes away, and I agreed to meet up with him. I prepped and left. When I got to the hotel he opened the door wearing only a pair of jeans and no shirt. His cock was rock hard and looked MASSIVE. It went down to his mid thigh and looked like he seriously had a cucumber in his pants. I went inside, and he grabbed me and started kissing my neck and pinching my nips. I was rock hard immediately. I got on my knees and he dropped his pants. He was going commando, . and he wasn't lying about the ten inches. I thought there was no way I was going to be able to take something that big in my ass. I started sucking it and my mouth barely fit around it and I could only take about half of it down my throat. My hand didn't close when I stroked it. Eventually he decided it was time to fuck me. I told him the only way I would be able to get that big cock in right away was if I rode it. I slowly slid down his cock, and after a bit I had the whole raw cock in my ass and his balls were resting against my cheeks. My ass had never felt so full. After I stretched a bit I started going to town. The guy stopped me and told me he was close and didn't want to come yet. He pushed me back, his cock never left my ass, and started fucking me doggy. He came after a bit and collapsed on my back. His cock never went totally soft. After a few minutes he was hard again and started fucking me again. His cock still had never left my ass. I was amazed. He blew a second load and collapsed on my back again. After a minute his cock shrunk and slid out of my ass, followed by a little of his cum. I told him I wanted a 3rd load and he told me if I could get him hard again he would. I started sucking his dick again and after about 15 minutes he was rock hard again. Fucked me rougher than the first two times and gave me a 3rd load. I left there wanting more. I could tell my whole was gaping and I could feel my boxers were already wet with his leaking loads as I walked thru the lobby to go home. His loads leaked from my ass the whole way home.

You love it because you’re getting used by a real man and experiencing true submission. It’s liberating for fags.

For good reason. If you've heard any of the things he's been saying, it's not hard to notice that he wants to become a "strong-man", just like the dictators of any number of countries around the world. Can you point to any worthwhile policies his (presumed) candidacy is touting? (the golden slippers don't count) The man is a clear and present danger - described clearly by his own lips - to our system of Government, and unless you believe that Democracy needs to be discarded, it's no wonder the Democrats are going on about the threat Trump is. On the contrary, replacing old, crumbling infrastructure is one of the hallmarks of the Biden Administration, plus, advancing new energy-saving infrastructure. I know we're pumping more oil at the Administrations behest, and I don't think that's a terribly good idea, but I'm no expert on the issue. Biden got a collapsed bridge on I-95 replaced in an astoundingly short time. He's replacing the bridge that's been crumbling for years over the border with Canada. There are brand new energy plants (solar, wind) being built in many parts (Red as well as Blue) of the country, and in a mere 3 years. What can T. show that he's accomplished in any of these areas? The answer would be nothing. If by "weak security" you mean the issues on the border with Mexico, who promised to build a wall, and never bothered to get around to doing it? Who is blathering about getting out of NATO, which security treaty has kept the peace since WW2? It's been 80 years since despots around the world have dared to actually threaten peace, and it's not Biden who's giving these despots the green light. Was it President Biden who finally agreed to sign a "border-bill" that the House constructed, giving the R's everything they wanted (because an unelected private citizen) decided he wanted to use it against the opposition) in their border proposal? And the R's still refused. I would be interested to know what vantage points those are. Everyone gets to follow what makes the most sense to them, so please share that information. Thanks.

Chapter 7 – Brian’s Turn In Chapters 1 through 6, I tell about a weekend at my friend Brian’s place. We’re both ass obsessed and have partied up, then used taken tongue, fingers, toys, and fists from each other. Another friend, Lance, has come and gone. Now, our top buddy, Vic, is here. He just double-fisted me, and Brian will be next. Before Vic started on Brian’s ass, we decided to party a bit more. This time, Vic suggested that we do booty bumps. That sounded great to us. He picked up a sizable shard for each of us and said he wanted to insert them in our holes. He did Brian first, then me. While we were waiting, I thought Vic would smoke more, but he asked me to bump him. I was surprised since he’s a pretty strict top, but I was happy to accommodate. I told Vic we needed to get his hole open and lubed before pushing in a shard. He lifted his legs and said, “Go for it.” Fuck, it was so sexy to see this guy, who was usually a top showing his hole off to us. I asked if I could rim him, and he said yes, so I dove in, licking and tonguing his hole. He has a sweet hole, with hair on his ass that gets denser as it approaches his hole. He was tight (unsurprisingly), but I got my tongue in there to help him open up. Next, Brian went at his ass with some lube on his fingers. He put in one, then a second, finger to get Vic’s ass lubed up for the shard. Vic really enjoyed being rimmed and seemed to love being fingered. Brian applied more lube to his fingers and got Vic’s ass nice and slippery. I picked out a big shard for him since I knew that he was still catching up with us. I asked him if he was ready for the burn, and he said that he was, so I curled my finger back a bit to keep the shard in place as I inserted it into his ass. Once I was inside his ass, I uncurled my finger and pressed the shard against the wall of his chute. I couldn’t resist a little more fingering while I was in there, and Vic didn’t seem to mind. Then, we hung out for a while, waiting for the burn to subside and the T to hit our brains. We did blow a few clouds, but it was the bump that we would be feeling rather than the clouds. Brian stood up and started over to the sling. I got up and followed him to help him get settled in comfortably. Vic started lubing his hands. Once Brian was ready and Vic was seated, I grabbed Mordax and lubed it up for my ass. I planned to crouch down next to Brian’s ass to see Vic’s work up close. Vic didn’t bother with a toy for Brian. He went right in with his left hand, shoving it in up to his wrist. He spent some time working Brian’s entry, expanding it as he twisted and flexed his hand. He pulled out for more lube, which I squirted onto his hands. He spread it around and reentered Brian. Meanwhile, I had driven Mordax deep into my hole. The T, and Vic’s earlier work, made it an easy entry. I was bouncing around a bit but mostly shifting the angle against the floor to push it around inside my ass. With the extra lube, Vic was starting to go deeper. He was in about halfway when Brian picked up the poppers. Knowing that this would open Brian’s ass up even more, Vic and I just smiled at each other as Brian huffed. Once the poppers hit, Vic began working deeper into Brian’s ass. Watching closely, I could see him make the slow climb into Brian’s colon. I squirted some more lube on his upper forearm since it looked like he was going to be able to go deeper. Brian was enjoying the ride, bouncing around in the sling and moaning like crazy. Vic was in deep. I could see his hand reflected in Brian’s hairy belly and enjoyed watching as it crawled deeper. The cock ring that came down from Brian’s harness was pulling his dick upwards, and it looked to be kind of painful. I asked Brian if he wanted me to free his cock, and he nodded yes. In order to slip off the metal ring, I stuck his dick in my mouth to use the saliva as lube. I had to reach back to hold Mordax in me, but I didn’t want it to come out. The feeling of having my ass filled while sucking the cock of a guy getting fisted was sexy and exciting. After I got the ring off, I stuck Brian’s dick back in my mouth. He spurted some precum, followed by a weak stream of piss, into my mouth. He and I do a bit of watersports, so he knew I’d be OK with it. His piss was bitter from the partying and being a little dehydrated. But I happily swallowed it down. Vic, of course, was still deep inside Brian’s ass. I held up the poppers for Brian, but he shook his head no. Since they were in my hand, I figured I’d do a few snorts and ride the toy in me. I shook the bottle, opened it up, and inhaled deeply. Then, I capped it and put it back within easy reach for Brian. I sat back on the floor, feeling the poppers hit as Mordax started to move around inside me. I grabbed the dildo with my feet and started to ride it. Taking long strokes, I’d rise up until it almost came out and then slide back down to take it deep in my guts. I rode it like this for a while, still watching Vic’s hand moving through Brian’s ass. In the end, I took the toy all the way to the base and settled it there. This is the largest size they make, so 13” of toy was embedded in my ass. Meanwhile, Vic was still working over Brian’s ass. He had pulled back and was now stretching Brian’s opening. Vic used both hands, folded into fists, to pummel Brian’s hole. Brian was clearly enjoying it and, when I caught his eye, nodded over towards the poppers. I stood up, letting the Mordax come out of my ass, and picked them up for him. Seeing me move, Vic slowed down his movements, too. I uncapped the bottle for Brian as lube was running down my leg from my gaping hole. Brian took a short sniff in his left nostril, another short one on the right, then a long one on the left. This one he held. I took the poppers from him, recapped them, and sat down to enjoy what was to come. Vic didn’t wait. Once the poppers were out of Brian’s hands, Vic’s fists were back at his hole. Brian would hit the peak popper high while already being worked over by Vic and his huge fists. Brian groaned when the high hit and scooted down in the sling to give Vic better access to his hole. Watching Vic’s hand pound Brian’s hairy hole was very sexy. Brian was flexing his ass and bouncing up and down with the slings to let Vic’s hands find new touchpoints with each entry. Then, Vic slowed down and put both hands at Brian’s entrance. I picked up the lube and applied a generous amount to Vic’s hands, which he used to funnel some into Brian’s ass. Vic started the back-and-forth motion that feels so good. Fingers from one hand would go in, then be joined by fingers from the other hand. The first hand comes out, then slides in again. For Brian, it’s four fingers, eight fingers, four fingers, and so on. He was loving it and smiling from ear to ear. Vic slowed down and slid his thumbs into the pocket between his hands. I looked at Brian, then the poppers, to see if he wanted them, but he shook his head no. He was going to get double-fisted without any additional relaxation aid. Vic slowly slid his right hand in partway, then started pushing his left one in alongside its partner. Brian was focused on relaxing his hole to allow for easy access. When the knuckles from Vic’s left hand disappeared inside Brian, I knew that he had taken both hands. Vic just held them there while Brian made small motions to ride them. His pleasure was obvious. Now, Vic slowly removed, first his left, then his right, hand. Brian’s hole was gaped open, with lube dripping out of the swollen lips. They looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist fingering them and sliding my fingers inside him. He easily took all four fingers, but I knew he was ready for a break, so I did not fist him. Using his harness, I helped Brian out of the sling. He and Vic hugged for a while, passing comments back and forth that were meant for their ears only. I was fondling Vic’s ass when he turned to me and said, “Want to play in my hole?” Of fucking course I did! He climbed in the sling, and I helped him get his feet in the stirrups. He needed to move down more to give me the best access, but Brian and I got him well-positioned for some ass play. Brian smiled at me, and I knew he shared my excitement at the prospect of topping Vic.

After spending an extended time away from the hookup sites and apps, I recently found myself hungrier than ever for the feeling of a hard raw cock in my ass. I reactivated some lapsed memberships, including my subscription to BBRT. Scrolling through the guys in my area, I came across an interesting one: versatile top, my age or a bit older, kinky and nasty like me (for example, we had both listed "ws" as a kink). There were a lot more "ask me" responses than I would typically be interested in, but I had a sense that he and I had chatted before, long ago, and that his status used to read "positive." So of course, I had to reach out. I introduced myself, explained that I, too, was looking for some non-vanilla fun, and made a point to tell him that I didn't care about his status. We chatted back and forth for a while. He shared his cock pic - about 6" cut, nice and thick - and before long we had agreed that I would drive to his place, about 10 miles away. I was already all-in when he messaged me the clincher: "Would you be open to a couple of my top friends joining?" Would I?!?! While I have always enjoyed playing one on one with a guy, once that first cock gets in my hole I never want the sensation to stop, so I have always been partial to servicing groups of tops. "I'd love that," was my emphatic reply. A half-hour later I was parked in front of his house. It was a cul-de-sac neighborhood, with trees and cars lining the street. There were three cars already in his driveway. Seeing this, I felt the first trace of nervousness creep in to join the horniness and excitement I had been feeling since chatting with him. I took a few hits from my brown bottle to relax before exiting my car, putting the bottle in my pocket as I did. I don't remember walking to his door, but suddenly I was standing in front of hit and ringing the doorbell. It was answered by a slender guy in his mid-60s. He was naked, unabashedly showing off his taut stomach and a 0-gauge piercing at the tip of his long, slender cock. "Your guest is here," he said to someone inside, and a moment later the homeowner - the guy I had been chatting with online - appeared. He, too, was naked. He looked older than I had expected and was built like the first guy, but his flaccid cock was slightly shorter and lacked the piercing of the other's. "Come on in," he said, waving me inside. The door opened directly into the living room. It was a typical room with a TV, a couch and an easy chair, but in the corner a sling had been hung from heavy-duty eye hooks that were screwed into the ceiling. The coffee table had been moved from the center of the room and in its place sat a small, inflatable kiddie pool. As I looked around the room I saw there were two more guys, presumably also the host's friends. One looked like he was close to my own age, with more of a 'dad bod' that was covered in light-colored hair. The other was younger and more muscular. The thick piece of meat hanging between his legs had to be eight inches soft. I wondered in passing if he was a grower or a shower. The four men surrounded me and began to pull at my clothes. In no time I was naked, and they guided me into the kiddie pool, pushing me down to my knees. They had placed a folded towel on the hard wood floor under the center of the pool to provide cushion for my knees. Once I was kneeling, someone behind me placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it tight. Then my arms were pulled behind my back, and I felt the cold touch of metal on my wrists as a set of handcuffs clicked shut around them. Another pair of cuffs was then locked around my ankles. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not big on bondage, though I've been a blindfolded cum dump on many an occasion. As they shackled my arms and legs I had to fight a feeling of panic that began to rise within me. It helped that the next thing they did was to hold an open brown bottle beneath each nostril. I took several deep breaths and felt some of the panic subside as my head began to swim. No one spoke. The only sound was that of a car passing by on the street outside. Then the plastic pool bottom made a crinkling sound and I knew someone had stepped in front of me. I felt my muscles tense as I waited for something to happen. After a moment of suspense, I suddenly felt a strong stream of warm liquid splash against my chest and run down my stomach, trickling over my balls before dripping into the pool. Then a second stream hit the back of my neck, running down my back and my ass crack. Still no one spoke as a salty, ammonia-like scent filled the air. They were using me as a piss mop! My cock stiffened a little at the realization. The first stream petered out and soon was replaced by a third. He picked up where the first had left off, but I felt him working the stream upward. I tilted my head back in an instinctive move to get my face away from it, but all that did was delay the inevitable. He worked up my neck before the golden stream splashed onto my face. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes under the blindfold. It was everywhere - in my nostrils, in my hair, even trickling into my ears. The piss fell like rain into the pool as they used my body as a urinal. The second and third guys finished, leaving me soaked and, now that the piss had cooled to room temperature, a bit chilled. I stayed there on my knees, droplets running down my body and dripping into the puddle that had formed around my knees. I was sure that the fourth guy would soon take his turn, and I was right. He stepped into the pool in front of me, his feet making slight splashing noises as he did so. I felt a pair of hands on my head and then his cock pressed against my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. He slid his cock inside and began to empty his bladder down my throat. My mouth filled with the warmth and salt of his piss. I began to gulp greedily, careful not to waste a drop. "That's it," he said, the sneer on his face audible in his voice. "Swallow that charged piss, pig." I kept swallowing until at last the stream died away and he took his cock out of my mouth. I heard the host's voice say, "Let's get him in the sling." Two pairs of arms helped me to my feet. The shackles on my ankles had a slightly longer chain, and I was barely able to step over the lip of the pool and hobble across the floor. I was still wet and cold, but that was obviously of no concern to them. They spun me around and helped me get seated in the sling. My hands were freed momentarily so they could lift my arms over my head. My wrists were manacled to the suspension chains. Then the same was done to my feet. Soon I was helpless on my back, my hands and feet tied above me. The brown bottles were placed under my nose again, and I took a few more deep breaths as I felt someone smear lube on the outside of my hole, then two fingers penetrated me to coat my insides. They worked around in circles inside me, loosening my sphincter for the assault that was to come. Then the fingers were removed and I felt the tip of someone's cock pressing on my hole. There was a momentary flash of cold, and I realized that it was the guy with the piercing who was going first. I felt a sting as he pushed his way inside. He was going to tear me up before the other guys took their turns. He started slowly, the PA dragging up and down inside my rectum. It felt like a hot poker and I squirmed and moaned involuntarily. I had been fucked by a PA before, but this felt different. The pain was much greater than I would have expected. "I think he likes it," said the sneering voice as the pace quickened. I smelled the brown bottles under my nostrils again and breathed heavily, trying to relax away the pain. It worked, but only slightly. Before long I heard the voice announce, "Here it comes! Take my load, slut." With that, the cock inside me began to spasm, pumping the contents of his balls into my now torn-up hole. I felt one more jab of pain as he pulled out. I felt some of his cum dripping out of the gape he left behind. "Mmmm, nice and pink," said the host. "You tore him up good." Another cock positioned itself at my hole, and once again the brown bottles appeared under my nose. My ass burned as it slid in and out, causing me to squirm and moan some more. Before long it, too, was spitting its load deep into my guts. Then it was the third guy's turn. He must have been especially turned on, as it only took a few pumps before he added his DNA to the others'. Finally it was the fourth guy's turn. As he entered my hole I felt an explosion of pain, as though I was bring physically split in half. I tried to stifle a scream as I rocked my body, trying to pull away. "I don't think he likes your monster cock," said the sneering voice. "You'd think with three loads already in him he'd be ready for it." The brown bottles made a final appearance under my nose, and as I inhaled the top grabbed my thighs and rammed the entire length of his cock inside me. I moaned - loudly - in pain as he bottomed out in my hole. As the poppers took effect he began to pound me, gripping my thighs tightly to keep me from pulling away. My hands grasped the suspension chains and squeezed tight as I did my best to withstand this latest assault. He drilled me for what seemed like an eternity before he at last announced that he was going to cum. I am convinced that had I met that fourth guy one on one, I would have had no problem taking that massive cock - with lots of lube and hits from my brown bottle, of course. Ordinarily I would want him to stay inside me after he came, in the hopes that he could go again. But with the damage done to my insides by the first, pierced top, all I wanted in that moment was for him to pull out. And as the spasms subsided and my guts absorbed their fourth load of DNA that evening, he finally did just that. I heard a splat on the floor beneath me as all the cum that had been dumped inside me spilled out of my gaping hole. I hung there in the sling, panting like a dog, totally and utterly exhausted from my experience. After a few minutes my wrists and ankles were released. Two men helped me to my feet, then guided me back onto my knees on the cold hardwood floor. What were they doing to me now? One by one, each cock that had been in my ass entered my mouth. The first was the one with the PA, the one that had destroyed my hole. As I cleaned his cock I could taste ass and cum but also blood, and of course metal. My tongue found the piercing and discovered that it was not a 0-gauge loop as I first thought. Instead it was cast in the shape of a "C", with a barbed hook on one end and a smooth round ball on the other. That explained the extra pain I had felt when he fucked me. I finished cleaning cum and ass and blood from the other cocks, then was helped to my feet and the blindfold removed. The lights had been turned down but they still caused me to squint as my eyes adjusted. The host motioned to the easy chair, where my clothes had been neatly folded and placed sometime during the evening. "Go ahead and get dressed," the host said. "It was great to meet you." I stammered some kind of response through the mental fog I was in, then got dressed and left. My ass hurt, and sitting in the car made it worse, so I drove home as quickly as I could. Reaching my apartment, I showered and lay down on the couch, where I promptly fell asleep. I slept soundly and didn't wake up until the next morning. As I sat up I felt a momentary sting of pain that settled into a dull throb once I was upright. Pulling out my phone, I opened BBRT and found a new message in my inbox. "Welcome to the brotherhood." It's been three weeks and with all the viruses going around - COVID, RSV, flu, the cold - I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure that I'm in the midst of the fuck flu. After giving my hole a week to recover, I went back for Round 2, though this time the guy with the pierced cock wasn't there and I swallowed everyone's piss. Round 3 was just me and the super-hung guy, who turned out to be 8 inches soft and 11 hard - and I took every last inch without issue once my hole had healed. These guys are quickly turning into regular playmates, and while I won't ever get tested to find out for sure, they’ll always be the men who converted me.

Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”

Chapter 1 – Outdoors Is Great My buddy Brian and I have played together a lot. Sometimes, it’s just the two of us, and other times, more guys come over. We’re both ass focused and like to use tongues, fingers, toys, and fists on each other’s holes. Both of us can handle a lot of play. In addition, we enjoy partying when we play. Brian is 52. He’s about 5’7”, 190 pounds, with a stocky body. Short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He’s got hair in all the right places, which for me means a hairy chest, arms, legs, and (most importantly) ass. I’m 48, 6’1”, 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I have a full beard and a moderately hairy body. We both have playrooms in our houses, but Brian’s place is more scheduled and on lots of land. His playroom is in a separate building, while mine is in one of my bedrooms. The plan for the weekend was that I’d come over to Brian’s place on Friday and stay until Sunday. That gives us time to play, relax for a while, and play some more. Usually, this means there is very little sleep over the weekend, and returning to work on Monday can be tough. But it’s definitely worth it. I got to Brian’s place around 6. It was summer in the mountains, so the sun was still shining, and the temperature was pleasant. Knowing how private the place is, I undressed in the car and grabbed just a few essentials, like my phone, poppers, some T, and a chest harness. Brian likes me to wear a harness when I’m in the sling so that he can drag me further down on a toy or his arm. I knew there wouldn’t be any need for clothes for the rest of the weekend. I did keep my shoes on. We usually play in the studio space that he has. It’s nice that it’s separate from the house but has a bathroom and a small kitchen area with a fridge for drinks. In the winter, it’s heated by a wood stove. There’s a big TV for porn, and it’s got good WiFi. For new guys who come over, there’s a path that leads from the driveway to the studio, so it’s easy for them to find as well. I headed that way. When I got to the porch, a note was taped there saying, “Head down to the creek.” I knew the way, and we often hung out there on nice days since it was a great place to party and relax. We’d jump in the water on really hot days to cool off. I walked down that way and saw Brian sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs he has down there. Then I noticed that he had also brought the sling out, hanging from a big branch on one of the nearby trees. This could be interesting. Of course, Brian was naked, too. Seeing his cock hard and glistening let me know that he had been playing with it. It also made mine plump up even more than it already was. Even though we are both all about ass, it’s sexy to see a guy naked and hard in the woods. We hugged and gave each other a kiss. He had a nice setup here with the sling. There was a table nearby with lube and poppers, and he had a plastic bin with some of his toys in it. There was a stool at the foot of the sling, and a blanket was spread underneath it all. It looked as comfortable a place to get your ass worked over as any indoor space. Tonight, we started out blowing clouds. We smoked a lot since we knew this was just the start of the weekend. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other, with a big focus on our asses. Brian’s hairy ass is such a turn-on for me. There’s something about playing with a guy with a hairy ass and hole that amps up the excitement for me. Seeing all that hair matted down with spit and lube and watching a toy or a fist dragged through the hair around a guy’s hole unleashes something primal in me. We headed over to the sling, and I told Brian that I wanted to work over his ass. He got in the sling, and I helped him get his feet situated in the stirrups. Then, he heaved his ass a little further down in the sling so that it was spread open for me. I love seeing a guy like this. His ass was presented for my pleasure, and I was ready to pleasure it. I started with some rimming and fingering. While I knew he had prepped for me, his hole had a great, musky smell from being outdoors and doing all the setup for tonight. The smell makes me crazy, and I just drove my tongue into his hole. He responded by reaching down to spread his ass open even more, giving me great access to his hole. When I’m eating ass, it’s more like I’m making out with it. There will be licks, pokes, sucking, tongue swirling, and more. Brian’s hole was responding well to my efforts and was opening nicely. He reached over for the poppers and offered them to me first. I took one hit, and then he started inhaling from the bottle. Brian knew that offering me poppers while I ate his ass would turn me into an ass pig, and I was determined to make his hole feel all the pleasure that I could. Sucking, light nibbling, and driving my tongue deep into his ass made him moan and squirm. I looked in the bin with the toys and pulled out one of his favorites. He’s a fan of Topped Toys, and I was going to start him on Artemis. This toy is more realistic than some of the others and provides a good stretch. I pushed some Slam Dunk into and around his hole before lubing up the toy. Then, I shoved it in his ass all the way to the base. We’ve played together enough that I know what he can take, and Brian’s ass happily swallowed the toy. We got into a nice sling motion as I fucked him with the dildo. It was hot to see his hairy hole expanding around the toy. After I fucked him for a while with Artemis, he wanted to get me in the sling. I grabbed a Gape Keeper from the toybox and shoved it in his ass to keep it plugged and happy while he worked on my ass. Once he was plugged, I helped him out of the sling and climbed in. My bag was over by the chairs, so I didn’t have the harness on yet. Brian likes to start with a toy when he’s working my ass. He grabbed Erebus, which he knows is one of my favorites. It has a nice easy entry head but then widens out with some ribbing that feels great inside. He lubed up my ass and the toy, then waited while I did some poppers before he inserted. Once he knew that I was ready, he slid the head of the dildo into my ass. He worked it around a little bit, inserting it further and further. “Someone’s ass is hungry tonight,” he said. Damn right it was. He had the toy in to the base in no time and started twisting it around and moving it back and forth inside me. I love the feeling of being massaged internally by a toy like this, but a fist feels even better. Brian knew that and was ready with his greased paw when he pulled the toy out. First, he put four fingers into my ass and spread them out while rotating around. This opened my hole for the wider part of his hand. He got me well-prepared and then shoved his fist in. The feeling when his knuckles pass through my hole is amazing, and I shuddered in delight. He pulled back to give me the stretch that he knows I enjoy. With the widest part of his hand stretching me open, he twisted and thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He said, “Let’s take it slow tonight and go smoke some more. I want to use your ass all weekend long.” That was OK by me, so I prepared to get out of the sling. But Brian wanted me to be plugged too, so he grabbed a Lotus plug that he used to fill my ass. Then, we walked over to the chairs and sat down to blow some more clouds. The babbling of the creek, plus the sounds of nature all around was relaxing, and we sat and smoked and chatted for a while. We noticed it had gotten dark, so we lit a few lanterns and carried them back to the sling. I also put on my harness so he could drag me around by it.

I can butt munch for hours. Love it.

My first gay experience was with a man in his 70s when I was in my late 60s. We corresponded a few times, and then we agreed to meet. He had a partner who had recently had surgery, so he couldn't play. We chatted a bit and then went into the front room; we dropped our pants, and he asked me to suck him, which I did, and then he did me. After a bit, we went up to the play room (complete with swing); he wanted to fuck me (which I wanted as well); he had been tested earlier that week and had the paperwork showing him clean. I was still anxious and asked him to use a condom, which he willingly did. I hadn't really expected to be fucked, and so I hadn't cleaned out which showed almost immediately; he said it was no big deal and we went to the bathroom to shower and clean out. When we came back up to the sling, I told him he didn't need to use the condom, and he was happy to oblige, but when he got close he pulled out and shot over my stomach. The first time I was bred was a couple of years later (covid had intervened); we chatted for a bit one evening on one of the social media sites, and he asked if he could come up; it was already late in the evening, and he arrived around midnight. We chatted a bit and he showed me his testing; then we went to the bedroom. Pretty vanilla stuff at first -- sucking, kissing, rimming. After about a half hour, he asked if could fuck me bare; having seen the testing, I agreed, and he slipped in and began fucking me, at first missionary style, and then he wanted to take me doggy style. After about 10 minutes, he asked if he could cum in me, and I agreed (I was curious to see what I could feel). He sped up, and then rammed himself as deep as he could get several times, and stopped. I could feel his cock pulsing, and the warmth growing in my innards, which I liked very much. We then fell asleep -- I should have had him do it again in the morning, but he didn't. I really enjoyed the experience, and especially his courtesy in asking. Haven't been with anyone I liked as much since then, though I've be bred a few more times by guys with testing.

My 15x4 cm cut cock

Just bareback!! You're going to get there anyway soon enough. Why waste time and pleasure?

Chapter 6 – Double Time Chapters 1 through 5 describe an evening with my friend, Brian. We’ve partied and then played with tongues, fingers, dildos, and fists in his sling that was hung in a tree near a creek on his property. We were joined by Lance, another friend of ours. His ass was worked over, and he worked over ours too. He had to go home. Brian and I checked the apps to see if any other contacts were around, and luckily, Vic was available. He’s just arrived, and we’re about to party with him. We all ended up on the bed again. For Brian and me, this was a rare moment since neither of our asses had anything in them. Vic is a top, so it’s not odd that his was empty. What wasn’t empty was the pipe. In fact, Vic added some of his to the bowl and then applied the torch. He had some serious catching up to do, so Brian and I watched as he blew clouds for a while. Then, Brian leaned in for a kiss after Vic had taken in some smoke. They shotgunned it back and forth for a while. Vic loves kissing, so he handed me the pipe and torch while he focused on making out with Brian. I figured that I could watch them and blow some clouds myself. I topped off, then put the pipe and torch down. Of course, this got my ass itchy for something in it. I fingered it but still haven’t worked out how to get my own fist in there (I can get all my fingers and thumb, but then the calisthenics are tough), so I grabbed the nearest toy. It was the Pegasus that was last in Lance. I lubed it up and shoved it all the way into my ass in a single push. The head is bulbous on this toy and the insertion felt great. Now, I could twist it around and fuck myself with it. I had thrown my legs up and was really working the Pegasus in my ass when Vic took notice. “You’re ready,” he said. Then, he grabbed me by the harness and pulled me over to the sling (OK, he didn’t need to do much convincing to get me in the sling). I kept the toy in my ass, swinging between my legs with the head just inside my ass. Once I was in the sling, I reached down to shove the toy deeper. Vic just chuckled when he saw me do that. Then he said, “Let me take that,” so I let him grab the base of the toy. He pulled it out rather quickly and then sunk his hand into my ass. He had lubed up his arm all the way to the elbow and got almost all the way in on the first push. He has large hands that were expanding my ass even more than it had been before. Vic plays piano and has long fingers. He was certainly hitting all the right notes in my ass. His fingers slid easily into my colon, and he was wandering around in there, sending massive sensations through my body. Of course, the T that we had smoked and slammed were contributing to my openness and my heightened reactions. He moved back out a little bit and said, “I’m gonna fuck your ass with my fist.” I said, “Let me do some poppers first,” and he waited while I huffed on them. Then, he pulled his hand all the way out, made a fist, and shoved it in deep. He repeated this, alternating hands as he went. Eventually, he was just getting his fists inside my hole, not going deep anymore, but giving my hole a fantastic workout. He would twist and flex his fist on entry, making my hole gape with each new movement. He slowed down and used fingers from both hands to widen my hole. He had four fingers from each hand inside me and would stretch my hole left to right and up and down. I knew what he was after and was excited to be able to accommodate his desires. Once he had me well opened, he pulled out his fingers and had Brian dump more lube on his hands and wrists. He spread it around and shoved all of his fingers in my ass. He was shoving all of his fingers in and out of my ass when I felt things get bigger. He had added his thumbs into the mix. He shoved his entire right hand in and then slid his left hand in alongside it. Fuck, this feels awesome. I was squirming around as he filled my ass with both hands. He could only do minimal movements, and I couldn’t take his double-fisting for too long, but we both were really pleased with the achievement. Vic started quickly alternating his hands as they slid alongside each other. Sometimes, it would be one hand in me, sometimes two, and then they’d slide next to each other to alternate. This was another great feeling, and I asked him to slow down so that I could do some more poppers. He grinned knowingly and said, “You fucking pig. You love having your ass ruined by my hands.” I nodded as I was sniffing from the brown bottle. Brian grabbed the bottle and cap from me so that I could focus on my ass, and then Vic resumed his work on my hole. If it felt good before, it now felt even more amazing. Poppers make me focus completely on my ass and I was spreading it open and bucking back and forth in the sling. My vision was minimal; all I could see was a glowing purple eye. But none of that mattered because the only thing that was important was what was happening to my ass. As I was coming down from the poppers, Vic slowed his pace, going for slower and deeper strokes into my ass. I knew that he’d be pulling out soon, but I felt completely satiated. He pulled out one last time, and he and Brian both massaged my gaping hole. I reached down to feel it, too and was pleased with how swollen my lips were. They grabbed the harness and helped me to stand. Vic grabbed me in a bear hug and whispered, “Thank you” in my ear. I thanked him as well and then moved back to the bed. I knew that Vic was going to fist Brian, and I would have a front-row seat to that hot action.

There's something intense born within pain. When another man creates that for you, his own pleasure the key, it becomes something you shouldn't want... but do. It makes you feel wrong, but in the hottest way. Plus, you carry with you the sting, acting as a little reminder of what felt so wrong it was right.

pre-cum is the entrée, piss the main and cum the dessert

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.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

I am the original author of this. I took a break for awhile but just opened a new account and plan to finish it, along with some of my other stories 😏

I love rimming... both giving and receiving. I'm a good bit older than most here and was in my late 20's the first time I experienced this. I remember thinking that I never wanted it to end as my eyes rolled into the back of my head 🙂 I was probably not the freshest down there at the time but I didn't care 🙂 For those that have never experienced a good rimming I'd say don't knock it until you've tried it.... and remember it's polite to return the favour.

older top here it a start

I'm now 100% certain I got Hep C at the lab in Berlin in my trip mid december. I can pinpoint the infection all the way down to my 2 visits to the lab on thursday and friday. Been tracking my ALT levels weekly and they've already peaked. From the literature ALT peaks around 8 weeks, and timeline exactly matches my days in Berlin where I only bottomed at the lab. I also had brutal flu like symtomps 2 weeks after this, with stubborn fever it would not go down even with ibuprofen/paracetamol. I never get the flu or colds. I also didn't have much going on before this Berlin trip and even had a neg AB Hep C test beginning of November. So it's clear I got it there at the lab. Reading your comments here has been revealing and everyone seems to agree, with multiple accounts saying the same @Leather69 @biobare. You get hep C through group sex, specifically with something being inserted in your hole that has been in other holes before. That can be a cock, a condom wrapped cock, a fist, a toy.. with the key being, not being washed or clean before going in you. Ironically condom wrapped cock does nothing unless it's a fresh condom, and it could even be worse as it could cause even more irritation and tearing on other bottoms drawing more infected material to transport into others. And indeed, this is exactly what I was doing while at the lab: me on my 4s with all the busy crowd of the lab plowing holes left and right mine included. I can't remember how many loads I got, I think I counted 7 on friday, so multiply that by the load-to-fuck ratio and it could be a significant number. There's another striking connection from the comments, and it's 3 people got Hep C in Berlin including me, but that may be completely accidental... Also, the case where you get HepC from a load can't be completely ruled out but must be at the level of geting HIV from oral sex: Hep C viral load is only present in semen during acute phase (~3 months) then goes UD. So you need a Vers top, that's on Hep C acute phase breeding you with a torn hole... Things are moving along with me to start treatment and insurance should cover Epclusa. I got HCV genotype 1a and Epclusa seems to be very effective for type 1, so I'm hopeful. I'll update when I've got more news.

Chapter 8 – Vic is in the Sling In chapters 1 through 7, I tell about a weekend at Brian’s place. We’re in his studio/cabin and have been playing with a hot top guy named Vic. Earlier, Vic took a booty bump, and now he’s in the sling with his hairy ass ready to be explored by me. Maybe he’s not all top after all. Vic looked so fucking sexy in the sling. Any guy looks good in a sling, but make it a handsome, built, hairy guy, and it’s amped up a few notches. On top of that, Brian and I thought that Vic was a total top, so this was extra exciting. Vic’s hairy hole was pulsing with anticipation. It was hot to see him with his ass spread open, hole displayed to the world. The booty bump must have triggered something in his ass to get him to want his ass worked over. I started with some rimming. Just light licking, maybe a little sucking, and lots of general ass massage. My tongue was moving in circles and figure 8s over his hole when I heard the cap come off the poppers bottle. Vic was getting poppered up while I was eating his ass. This could only mean good things were on the way. Once Vic was flying from the poppers, I went deep in his ass with my tongue. His hairy hole was happily taking everything my tongue was doing, so I decided to add a finger or two to the mix. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and got them wet with my saliva. Then, while I was still rimming him, I slid one of the fingers into his ass. He moaned when he felt the entry but seemed to like it. I poked and prodded with that one finger and my tongue, getting the entrance to his ass good and slippery with my spit. Cautiously, I inserted the second finger. The poppers had mostly worn off by now, so any reaction was not popper induced. Vic moaned again and pushed his ass closer to my face. This seemed like a positive sign, so I continued to use my mouth and fingers on his hole. Brian had been watching, and he had lubed up his smallest Mare Maker. He waved it in front of Vic to see if he was interested, and Vic nodded yes. Fuck yeah, I was going to get to shove this toy in and out of this hairy top’s hole. I took the toy from Brian and slid just the tip into Vic’s hole. He doesn’t take ass play much, so he has a tight hole. Between the rimming, the T, and all the lube, he was OK with the initial insertion. Watching his face carefully for any signs of discomfort, I slowly pushed on the toy, sliding it ever deeper into his ass. This plug is a little over 6” long, which is not tough for Brian or me but might be a challenge for Vic. The toy went all the way in without any issues. Vic’s ass was now plugged with a toy and looked so sexy as he lay there in the sling. His hairy ass was spread wide, and his hole was plugged to the base. The hairs around his hole were all matted down with spit and lube and framed the plug nicely. Vic looked like he was enjoying the fullness, so I thought it was a good time to start to work the toy inside his ass. I started with some mild twisting motions. Since the dildo is smooth, this would just give Vic some light sensations in his ass. I didn’t want him to have any concerns about what was happening. After that, I started pulling back on the toy before letting it slide back to its original position. Vic responded well to this, so I kept it up. I’d pull the toy back to where the largest part was just starting to stretch him and then let it go. Vic’s ass was doing the work of pulling it back into place. It was great to see this handsome top guy enjoying getting his ass worked over. Vic wanted to do some poppers and then have me continue with the action I was doing. He took the bottle and took a huge hit. He held it for a while, then let it all go in a massive sigh. I pulled back on the toy, and he sucked it in. We kept this up for a while, with me adding twists and a few different angles into the mix for him. Vic was loving the feeling of having his ass fucked with the Mare Maker. For Brian and me, this was a small-sized toy, but for Vic, this was a big deal. Now, when I’d grab the base of the toy to pull it back, I’d also let my fingers graze over Vic’s hole. He seemed to like that since he moaned each time I did it. This led me to try to stick a finger in around the toy. When I did that, Vic moaned again and moved his ass forward in the sling. This also provided me with better access to his hole. Brian and I looked at each other with enjoyment in our eyes. Even though Vic had told us that he had used some toys on his ass, we had never experienced him taking something up his ass. I suggested that Brian get a chance to play in Vic’s hole. We traded places, with him on the stool and me crouching down next to it to get a bird’s eye view of Vic’s sweet hole being plugged. I felt around on the floor and found Pegasus where Vic had dropped it on the floor when he pulled it out of my ass before. I lubed it up and shoved that horse cock up my ass. The head felt amazing when it penetrated my hole, and then the long shaft worked its way deep into my ass. I moaned, too, which prompted Vic to open his eyes and check out what was happening. He saw that my head was thrown back in pleasure and reached over for the poppers. He handed them to me, and I took a few good snorts. I handed him the uncapped bottle so that he could imbibe, and we’d both be flying together. He did a few snorts and replaced the bottle on the table. Luckily, I had a well-lubed toy and hole since I started to rear up on the Pegasus, letting the flared head expand my hole. Obviously, Vic’s ass was well primed, too, since he had braced his feet on the sling stand and was fucking himself on the toy. It was so hot to see his hairy ass wrapped around the Mare Maker while I was riding Pegasus. The poppers faded, and we both slowed our actions. Brian was now slowly fucking Vic, and I had sunk down on my toy, feeling the head deep inside me. Vic looked down and said, “Got anything bigger?” Fuck yeah! Brian knows his collection well and picked out a mid-size Deep Space toy. It was a little thicker and a good bit longer than the Mare Maker, but Vic wanted bigger. He handed it to me, and I held it up for Vic’s inspection while I coated it in lube. Brian gave the Mare Maker a slow extraction from Vic’s ass. This way, Vic got to fully experience the width of what was coming out of him and prepared himself for what was going in. Brian inserted the Deep Space into Vic’s hole, just starting to push it in. Vic was obviously enjoying the sensations in his ass since his cock was pumping out a good amount of precum. I leaned over and licked some of it off of his hairy stomach. The great thing about the Deep Space is that once it’s in about halfway, you’re over the thickest part, and your hole just sucks the rest of it in. That’s what happened to Vic. Brian got a good bit of the toy into his ass, and Vic’s ass took over, pulling it in deep. His eyes flashed open in surprise, and then he nodded his head to let us know that he was OK. Brian gave some time for Vic to get used to this invader before starting any motion. Once again, he started with twisting and then added in some in and out movements. While he was doing that, Vic said, “I want you to fuck my ass with this toy.” Brian, of course, was happy to comply with this request. He’d pull the toy back to the widest part and then let Vic pull it in. Next, he went past the widest part so that he had to shove it in again, and then Vic would take over. Vic was writhing in ecstasy in the sling and slowed the action to take some more poppers. Once they had taken effect, Vic controlled the toy himself. Brian and I watched as a new pig bottom was born. Vic asked Brian to bury the toy in his ass. Then he had me grab his harness to help him stand up from the sling. Between the T, all the ass work, and the toy still in his ass, it was impressive that he was able to stand and walk over to the bed. We all collapsed on the bed. I left Pegasus on the floor near the sling, but Vic kept his toy in place. This time, Brian and I had empty holes, and Vic’s was the one that was filled.

Ron DeSantis does use the word a lot in his daily life. But he didn't start the modern day usage and I highly doubt he knows or cares about the origins of the term in black American culture.

No, 5.5 inches isn’t too small to be satisfying for me. My husband is maybe a semi-thick 6 inches at most, but we’ve never measured his manhood. I prefer the emotional aspect of sex over the physical size of a man’s penis. I’m on the taller side at 6’2”, but have about a 5 inch cock. Largish balls that make me look bigger than my manhood really is. Now if I start behind my balls and measure forward, then I can be a good 7 inches, but that’s cheating. Then again , I never use my cock in my marriage.

I'm attracted to men of color, something about pasty white guys really grosses me out, no blue eyed blond hair for me let me have dark eyes and dark hair every time.

Being your first time make sure you are well lubed. Once he cums, beg him to also piss up your ass. Then diaper up and let everything soak in. You will have the diaper on, so no need to worry if some comes out. Enjoy!

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

Last night our new Scottish buddy, Hamish destroyed my arse. Hamish is a 6ft 4in barrel chested bear of a man with a monster cock. His cock is easily 8in. His cock helmet is thick and uncut but his cock gets thicker and thicker with every inch until he’s wider than a coke can at the base at his massive balls. He wanted me doggy on all 4s. He planted his cock helmet in my arse and punched it through my ring. He forced me flat on my belly Then he started to thrust his cock deeper inside me. With most guys once their helmet is through my ring the rest of their shaft is the same girth and I can easily take that. With Hamish, every inch he thrusts up my arse opens me even wider. It was hard work but I was determined to take him all. I howled like a fukkin dog as he impaled my arse inch by inch on his hard meat and eventually he was all the way in. He started fucking me steadily and was soon pounding my hole. I felt his load hit my guts, as he grunted. He pulled out and rolled off me. He said gimme 20 minutes then I’m going again. This time cuz I was already fucked wide open. He shoved his cock up me in one hard thrust - still made me moan. He pumped load number 2 inside me. I’m mostly top but I love being fucked by Hamish he makes me feel like a horny bottom who craves cock. My wide open hole is testament to that

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

I was 9. My cousin was mid teen, 15/16. he showed me a video of a woman blowing a man, that was the first actual footage of any sex I’d seen, a magazine or two prior. I remember being mesmerised, and asked for it to play again. Shortly after my cousin showed me that he was hard. That was a shock, I’d never seen an erect, mature penis until that. First that video, then my cousin, it interested me more than it should have. Later that night, I slept over on a mattress in his room. Can’t remember what brought it up but he was hard again, I asked to touch it and he let me hold & squeeze it. Soon I was over in his bed, sucking my older cousin’s cock. I remember very clearly being eager, excited, enjoying the new feelings, taste, and sensations of it. I stopped, then a while later pulled his pants down and started again. I liked it. He came almost instantly which shocked me, but I swallowed it instinctively, as best I could. That made me see the world a little differently. Certainly I saw my cousin differently. We ended up fucking until I was about 23.

I would never have guessed this was the first time for you writing here- this is already off to a great start and nothing about it needs to be changed- I am already eagerly anticipating the next chapter(s)

Part 33: Dom takes Ryan and a Revelation (part 5) (Dom's Perspective) “So, did you load your dad’s ass up?” I asked, my cock still hard after loading Lewis up with my toxic cum. The kid was taking a break before we fucked him again. I knew his ass must have been killing him. Even though Peter’s cock was larger than average, mine could cause even the sluttiest of cumdumps to cry out in pain. “Sure did,” Ryan said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass as they walked into the living room. “I can feel it leaking out.” “That’s because his toxic body can’t stand having neg cum in it,” I told him. “You’ll learn soon enough.” “I hope so,” Ryan said. “And how about your ass?” I asked, walking forward and grabbing Ryan’s ass, pulling it open and feeling the cum leak out over my fingers. “Let’s see…” I licked the cum off my fingers, letting the taste of his ass and the cum cover my tongue. “I know that cum anywhere. It’s some delicious charged jizz.” “Hopefully it’ll do the job,” Will said, coming to my side and kissing me, his hard cock burning hot against my leg. “How did you and Lewis do?” “He’s loaded up,” I said. “I stretched that ass wide open.” “He sure did,” Lewis said, smiling and then wincing. “I know the feeling,” Will said. “You won’t walk right for days after Dom fucks you.” “It’s a gift,” I said, grabbing my cock and shaking it, a bead of precum dripping down. “What are those tattoos for?” Lewis asked, pointing at my arm. “Tally marks?” “They’re all the men I’ve converted,” I said. “I was number fifty,” Will said. “We’ve been sharing everyone else,” I said. “I see Will as my crowning glory. The ultimate conversion.” “Why?” Lewis asked, trying to sit but having to stand as he winced. Fuck, I ruined his hole. “Look at him,” I said, eyeing Will’s body, his cock dripping. “He’s the picture of masculinity. Fit body. Hairy body. Gorgeous cock… almost as big as mine. Full balls.” I reached out and cradled his scrotum, feeling his testicles dance within my palm. I made these, I think, feeling their weight, feeling their power. “He was raised to be a good Christian man, the picture of a perfect husband, well-behaved, obedient, pure…” I squeezed his balls, causing him to squirm for a moment before he gave into the pain. “Well, not pure anymore.” “Pure toxic,” he said, showing no sign that I was still squeezing his balls. Satisfied, I released them. “It’s incredible seeing two young men like you,” Pastor Kline said, pulling Ryan and Lewis into a hug, “taking control of their lives like this. I wish I had done that when I was your age.” “You’re doing it now,” I said. “What more can a father do beyond taking his son’s cock in his ass and hopefully contributing to his poz conversion?” “Not a thing,” Ryan said. “Jay and Peter still at it?” Will asked. “I think so,” I said. “You know Peter. He can go all night.” “Is he the only one?” Ryan asked, stepping forward and grabbing my cock. “How about you? How long can you go for?” “Not sure,” I told him, my larger frame towering over him, my dominant nature pulling him in. “We can find out.” A phone started ringing, Will turning about. “That’s mine,” he said. “Where is my phone?” “I’d say check your pants, but it’s impossible to tell with so much clothing everywhere,” Pastor Kline said. “Hold on, I think it’s here.” He knelt down, revealing his cum-covered ass. “Yep. Here it is.” He started to turn, but stopped, his eyes glued to the screen. “What’s wrong?” Will asked. “Nothing,” Pastor Kline said, shaking himself out of his daze. “Sorry… I, ugh… got lightheaded for a second.” He handed Will the phone as the call stopped ringing. “It was your dad, I think. It said ‘Dad’ under the, uhm, picture.” “Thanks,” Will said. “I’ll call him back later.” “I still want to meet your father,” I said, taking his phone, eyeing the picture on the screen. “He’s a handsome man. I see where you and Jay get it from.” “I’ve already told you,” Will said, putting his phone to the side, “He’s as far from us as you could get.” “Like you?” I asked, smiling. “Now, I think it’s time I had a chance of exploring Young Mr. Kline.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around Ryan’s body, pulling him close. “Would Papa Kline like to join?” “I have to head out,” Pastor Kline said. “What?” Will said. “Already?” “Yeah,” he said. “Sorry.” “But we only got started,” Ryan said. “And I still wanted to be sandwiched between my pastors,” Lewis said. “Maybe another time,” Pastor Kline said, collecting his things. “I’m sorry. It’s been incredible, though.” He looked at Ryan, his eyes tearing up. “I finally got to do what I’ve always dreamed of doing. I’ve had my son fuck my ass.” “It won’t be the last time,” Ryan said. “We should go on a guys trip this summer.” “Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said. “We’ll make that happen.” “Who knows,” I said, my aching cock pressing into Ryan’s ass. “Maybe we’ll all join. I’d like to have my way with multiple generations.” We watched Pastor Kline leave while Lewis and Will went back to the room, Ryan pressing his ass against my cock. “You think you can handle me,” I whispered, lightly biting his ear. “All of me?” I ran my hands along his sides, moving them to his front, feeling the muscles which defined his young body. He felt powerful, like he was at the peak of his youth, of his strength, of his power. I was excited to add to him, to his body, to his life. “What is it that you want?” “I want your cock inside me,” Ryan said, his hands reaching back, grabbing my ass. “And?” “I want your poz cum.” “And?” I pressed. “And I want you to tear my ass to pieces,” he said. I smiled. “Strong words from someone who has only fucked a few times.” “Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want,” Ryan said. “My dad knew what he wanted. “Will knew what he wanted. So did Peter. Sometimes, we just know.” “Good,” I whispered, watching as my breath sent chills across his warm skin. “Because there is no going back. Just look at Peter who is still clawing for it. Look at Jay, Will, your father.” Ryan tilted his head back, looking me in the eye. “I want it,” he said. “Can’t you feel Will’s cum leaking out of my ass. I want it.” I reached down and could feel it still leaking out. I smiled. “Guess you’re lubed up.” I shoved my dick into his ass, his body jumping as I filled him. “Fuck!” he cried, his hands leaving my ass, one reaching back and wrapping around to my neck, the other reaching out into the air. “Oh, fuck!” “Feel that,” I growled, thrusting hard into his ass, his body shaking from my intrusion. “I’m tearing you up inside. You thought Will was big, you have no idea. Will and I are different.” “How?” he moaned, his breathing short as I held nothing back. “Will makes love,” I told him, jamming my cock harder into his ass with each word. “I fuck… hard.” I pushed his arm away from my neck and wrapped my arms beneath his armpits, trapping him against me. “Fuck me,” Ryan cried, his chest heaving. “Fuck me!” My arms wrapped around his chest, and I could feel his heart beating hard against my arms. His one hand rested on my arm, his fingers touching the tally marks. “Do you want to be one of them?” I whispered. “Do you want to be one of many?” He moaned, his hand trying to grasp the tattoo. I slammed into him again. “Do you,” I continued, “want to be like your father?” Slam. “Like Will?” Slam. “Like,” I said, pressing my mouth to his ear, tasting his sweat, “me?” “Yes,” he groaned, his hole grasping my cock and milking it. “It’s all I want!” “Then it’s yours.” I buried my cock deep, unloading in his ass, hearing him moan as his own cock started pumping out his neg cum. I watched it cover the floor, his body releasing what he no longer wanted, his ass accepting what he needed. “Beautiful,” I said, kissing his neck. (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) I looked down at the screen, watching as the phone continued to ring. I felt dizzy, my legs suddenly weak. “It was your dad, I think,” I said, trying to calm my racing heart. “It said ‘Dad’ under the, uhm, picture.” I didn’t hear much of what everyone said after that. I felt numb, as if I’d run a race. I made an excuse to leave, though I hated to. Seeing my boy naked amongst all those men, the men who saw me and wanted me, made me the hardest I’d ever been. This was the night I had been waiting for, even before I knew Ryan would be there. For weeks I had told Will and Dom that the fuck I wanted the most was with my son. Sure, we'd be able to fuck again, but again with everyone else? I didn't know... I got in my car and drove home, sitting outside, unable to go in. I didn’t want to see my wife. I didn’t want to see anyone. My heart was still racing. I had wanted to stay, to watch Dom take my son’s hole as he had taken mine so many weeks ago. I wanted Ryan to fill me again with the cum which would, under other circumstances, become my grandchildren, but was now meant to become toxic. Yes, the other men would help him along this road, but I wanted to be there for every fuck, for every load. I wanted to see him becoming the man I had wanted to be when I was his age, when I had been young and first in love. I still remembered that man, the man who had captured my heart, who had first helped me realize that I was gay. He had been a senior when I was a freshman, new on that college campus. I sought after him for so long… but it was never to be. I never knew if he even knew that I had wanted him. I never knew if he had given me hints… as I had given him. Ben. I remembered his name. And, I still remembered his face, though tonight was the first time I had seen it in decades. Like me, he had gotten older, and, like me, he went by a new name: Dad. How had I never noticed the similarities before? How had I never realized that the man who I had first fallen in love with, the man who made me realize that I wanted men, was Will’s father? ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm hoping to shift the story forward within the next section which will be the last from this night. Yes, conversions are coming. Will's father will be arriving soon............

Here’s me

Since you said dick here's mine.

more soon, I promise

I piss in a glass too and masterbate and sqirt my load in the glass, let it melow over night and do it again next day💋💧🍆🤛 🚬💋

Both

I absolutely love it, both was.

I was 11 definitely bareback, don't think I knew what a rubber was 👿

By getting an education. "don't want to get sick" is a vague, nebulous, impossible standard to meet. You have to decide what, if any, level of risk you're willing to take. The only completely safe sex is to masturbate and/or use sex toys that you do not share with anyone. Beyond that: Condomless sex presents multiple risks, some of which can be ameliorated, some of which cannot. If you are on PrEP - and following the instructions carefully, you are highly unlikely to contract HIV. If your partner is HIV-negative, or has HIV but is undetectable, you are also highly unlikely to contract HIV. Even if he has HIV and is detectable, there's no guarantee you will be infected with any one particular sex act - but the odds are notably higher. Even beyond HIV, however, condomless sex presents the possibility of many other STI's that can make you "get sick". Those include syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, HPV, crabs, and more. Some of these have vaccines which can prevent their transmission to you; others simply are a potential risk if you have condomless (bareback) sex. Even if you do have sex with a condom, that's not protection against all STI's, even when used correctly.