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Oh sorry, he says, he sees what it does with me. But again that wicked grin I don’t understand at all. Mark is kind and down to earth. Actually he is a real straight and normal guy. Fuck. I just say. Fuck. And then: I wanna try. Mark looks shocked (but is it shocked?) No way man, he says, your sobriety. No fucking way. Fuck you, I say. I wanna try. I’m not gonna supply you for your relapse, Kyle, he says. Ok. I say, I’ll get it off Grindr. Grindr is full of people here in berlin who are offering party drugs. They sell shite there, he says. He looks at me. There is a silence that seems to last forever. You sure, he asks I’m shaking inside like crazy. I didn’t know the physical reaction to the idea of using would be so strong. I am sure, I say. And now it’s me who has the wicked grin I haven’t grinned for a long time. He goes through his backpack and finds a glass pipe. I’m nervous like a little girl. If I am going to relapse, I think, I can’t think of anyone better than Mark, who I know so well, who I trust so much. And suddenly I become aware of my overpowering desire to fuck him. Mark laughs. You’re absolutely sure? Yup, I say. I already get so excited when just watching him put some of the rocky powder in the pipe. Not for a second I feel reluctant to give up a decade and a half of sobriety. Mark holds a lighter under the pipe, sucks it a little and I see the white smoke He laughs. This is so insane, he says and offers me the pipe. I laugh too. Fuck it, I say, and I inhale the white smoke. It’s my first time doing meth. It just wasn’t around when I was still using and drinking. I freebased coke quite a lot, so that’s what I am expecting but not getting from this pipe. It feels a bit of an anticlimax. Mark sees it. Just wait he says. I suck again and hand te pipe over to him. You have to suck a few times before it hits. It’s not like coke, he says. I stare at this boy who obviously is not the boy anymore I have always known. As if he reads my mind he says: only once or twice. I give the pipe to him and he takes two long drags and hands it back to me. Take two really long inhales he says. And hold it. He takes off his shirt. I suck really hard on the pipe and hold in my breath and suddenly it hits me. Oh fuck, I say and I get a really stupid grin on my face One more, he says while he picks up his phone. What are you doing I ask before putting the pipe to my mouth again Cancelling eric he says. And while the meth hits me I am so grateful. Grateful I am doing this with him, grateful he is cancelling his party. He turns the lights lower and puts on some minimal techno. How you feeling he asks Fucking fantastic, and I give the pipe to him And…, he says I giggle. And fucking horny. Oh man. In a way this feels so wrong and at the same time so right. He laughs and takes his pants off Aren’t you hot, he asks I just laugh. He loads the pipe up again. Take another hit. I am spinning already, but suck some more of the white smoke in my lungs. Mark is playing with his cock with his hand in his boxers. I can see it’s getting rock hard. And suddenly it all hits me like a truck. Wow. I say. Jesus fucking Christ. Wow. Yeah it’s good, huh. He lights the pipe again and sucks the white smoke in his lungs. While holding in the smoke he says: you know we are going to fuck, right? I stare at him. Who is this fucking kid, that I thought I knew so well? I guess so, I laugh. Take your fucking clothes off then, he says. What the fuck? Shouldn’t I be the one who says that. Shouldn’t I be the one in charge? But I comply. And take everything off. There is no shame, no guilt I am doing this, I don’t care one flying fuck I am naked and about to have sex with the kid I have more or less always have seen as my adopted son. He takes another big hit and then walks over to the couch and climbs on to my lap. He grabs my head and puts his mouth close to mine and I open it, receiving his shotgun. Fuck. I am so horny. I feel his hard on poking my stomach. I am surprised I don’t get hard. He again reads my mind and says: Tina dick. And then he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I’m spinning. I am so fucking high, I grab his body and pull it towards me and his eyes are shining, smiling. Fuck, I say. This is so fucking good. And we haven’t even started yet he says with a devilish smile. He gets up, gets a viagra out of his backpack and puts it in my mouth. He gives me my glass of Diet Coke to swallow it. Who are you, I say. Not that you are going to fuck me, but at least you’ll get hard, he says I am not, I ask. Fuck dude, I only had gay sex for the first time three weeks ago. I am not going to be fucked. He looks me in the eye. But you are, Kyle, he says, you are. I am going to fuck the living shit out of you. I don’t know if it’s the drugs or him or him saying that, but I nearly pass out there and then.

“It’s good to see you two getting along finally, just so you know I happened to be passing your rooms last night when I got in, and wondered if you’d like to join me tonight for a boys night out, I assure you, you will not regret it and you will have fun” I started to say I might have plans tonight as I wanted to take Adam out to a club and have some fun with him. Dad inquired what club, but I didn’t want to say, so I relented and said “fine we’ll go to boys night out with you, but I doubt you and your cronies can make it fun” I would end up retracting my words by this time tomorrow. 1) Jake It had been an interesting holiday week, my middle son, Shayne returned from his sophomore year in college the Wednesday before Christmas and after all the hugs and warm greeting sits me down to tell me he has been recruited to play water polo for the local university, and want to move home to save on expenses. I see nothing wrong with this and agree, knowing my stepson Adam is not going to take this well. The day after New Years my Wife tells me she is headed out to a business conference and won’t be back for a week or so. Work was slow as it always was around the holidays so I decided to see how my boys would react to being left on their own for a night Shayne was 20 Afterall and Adam had turned 18 a few months ago. I did not understand what was going between them, but I figured maybe if I left them to bond creating a more peaceful homelife. I was in my mid forties and still very fit, I stood 6’2 and a healthy 185# of lean muscle. I had instructed the boys I was going out with some buddies for a boy’s night out, not really giving them a clue as to what I was up to. I arrived at the local Bath house just after six thirty, there was a small line to get in, but I was still able to secure a large room with a sling. I went to my room undressed and wrapped the towel around my middle, grabbing the douching tubing from my duffle I proceeded to one of the many clean out stations, they really were small private bathrooms with a tubing attachment built in next to the toilet. I cleaned out my rectum and returned to my room. Placing the tubing in the compartment with my duffle bag I locked the contents up and donned a spikey chest harness and sporty jock and headed out to cruise. I made a circuit of the dark areas then took in those in the video room. I checked out the merchandise in the jacuzzi and glanced into the dry sauna. I opened the door to the steam room and entered it smelled of poppers and sex, I walked across and sat down my bare ass on the tiles, my thick cock barely contained in my jock. I set back and stroked my cock through the mesh fabric and waited, the door opened and a youngish guy entered, I could not make out his features through the steam, he paraded around looking over what was offered, then came up to me, he looked me over then dropped his towel. He had a nine plus inch cock, not incredibly thick but certainly a mouthful. I reached out and touched it, he moved closer and I bent in and began to suck the head in then I looked up into his face, oh shit I know this kid, he was my stepsons best friend before moving away, I could never forget that face even though it was older now. The thought occurred to me I was sucking my stepson’s boyfriend and felt a little guilty, but also very aroused. I pulled him in and his cock snaked down my throat, I could taste his precum and it was sweet, I worked his dick till he exploded in my mouth. I held some of his cum in my mouth and turned him around and licked his hole, realizing it was already filled with cum I pushed the cum from my mouth into his hole and then tongued his hole some more. I pulled him down into my lap and I felt his hole wrap around my cock as he sank down into my lap. I pumped up into his ass as we soon were drawing a small crowd, Robert leaning forward and sucking on the cocks being offered. One twink in the crowd splashed his face in cum then began streaming his piss over Robert and I, Robert gulping down what he could. Damn Robert was as kinky as me, I blasted my seed into his rectum then leaned in and whispered my room number to him and said “I’d love to have more of you tonight, Robert” he froze upon hearing his name and looked back at me, suddenly he realized who had just bred him and collapsed on my lap. He blended into me as streams of piss covered us both and he soon shot onto the tiled floor. I stood up, Robert still impaled on my throbbing cock, and carried him to the door, he opened the door and I stepped out sliding his ass off my cock I turned him around and hugged him, planting a huge kiss on his lips, I suggested we head to the showers to clean up. I walked behind him admiring the spunk slowly leaking out his anal cavity, we entered the shower, and I soaped him down as he once again hard, I slowly stroked his cock, which I realized was considerably longer than mine. A couple of twinks Robert seemed to know approached and once again began hosing Robert down, as he dropped to the floor to take their urine onto and into his body, fuck he was kinky. The four of us soaped up and cleaned up then I guided Robert back to my room. I pulled him in and kissed him rubbing my hands all over his body, he stopped me for a second “you are Adams Stepdad, aren’t you? He inquired and I nodded “fucking hot” as he began returning my kisses, I led him over to the bed, turned him around and draped him across the sling, leaned in and began eating his hole slurping the cum out of him. I was tempted to mount him again, but I stood him up and escorted him out the door again, we wandered back to the dark maze and found a lot if hot action going on. I commented on the number of twinks tonight to him and he explained that it was the lgbt youth group celebrating a anniversary and he knew most of them. I raised eyebrow at him, he stuttered and stammered “not like that, or at least not yet” as he shot me a devilish grin we continued deeper into the maze, hot studs at every corner doing just about everything that can be done. As we approached a large open room near the center I guided Robert to a fuck bench and grabbed a twunk over to service him, he slid his cock in Robert and I picked up the sharpie that was next to the bench and put three slashes on his butt, the stud pumping into Robert grunted and place another slash next to mine. A line of guys lined up and I moved over to the sling, even in the dim lighting I could tell the guy fucking was a twink not much older than Robert. I walked up to him from behind not seeing his face and encircled his body, pressing my hard cock into his crack, I whispered in his ear “you want it” he nodded to the affirmative and I moved a hand to his crack, only to find he already had cum in his hole and was gaping, I lined up my cock and slid in. he was tight but he felt so good, as he pushed into the guy in the sling he pulled off me a little then as he pulled out his ass engulfed my cock grabbing on and milking me. He leaned his head back and turned his face to me as I kissed him passionately. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I opened my eyes to behold my youngest son impaled on my cock, as I looked down at the guy in the sling I realized it was eldest being plowed by his brother. The realization of me fucking my boys had me shooting like a fire hose. Mark felt me Cumming in his hole and unloaded into James. I turned Mark around as he pulled out of James and the look on his face was utter shock, bordering on panic , I pulled him to me and kissed him. Another twink had taken his place and I pulled him over to Robert, who had 6 more hash marks on his ass I guided Mark into his well-used hole and coax him into breeding his stepbrother’s boyfriend, in my mind at least. I spent the next couple hours playing with my boys, watching them have fun, fucking, sucking, rimming, and having it done to them in return, Robert ended up with around 14 hash marks in his ass and Mark and James attested to at least a half of dozen loads each, and having loaded up at least a five or six guys each over the course of their time at the baths. I brought them all to my room and we hung out for a while in my room, recuperating and building up our strength. We discussed what brought them to the baths on this particular night and realized that Mark and Robert were in the same lgbt youth group and James was attending with some college fraternity. I gave each a hug and a kiss and got them to agree to meet me back here during Twink night which started in just ten hours. It was four in the morning when we parted ways, and I headed home. When I got home, I did my best to be quiet and made my way through the kitchen and up the stairs, I passed by Adams room, where the door was open, but the room was empty, the bed barely rumpled. I continued down the hall and peeked into Shayne’s room to discover my son and stepson cuddled up together, spooning tightly, it actually appeared that Adam’s cock was impaled into Shayne rectum. I slowly exited the room and went down to my bedroom, stripped off my clothes and took a short shower to rinse off the sex that was clinging to my body. I reached into my nightstand and withdrew a butt plug applied some lotion and inserted it to keep in whatever spooge was left inside me. I lay on the bed piecing together what had occurred tonight. I also began planning what the day and evening would hold, I needed to convince Adam and Shayne to accompany me to the baths for Twink night.

The club was hot, in every sense of the word. Lots of cute guys dancing, lots of bumping and rubbing. A few of my friends and I had been out on the floor, working up a sweat and a thirst. I was in my short-shorts, showing off my nice, smooth legs, wiggling my butt as I teased a couple of older men. My friends taunted me that I had a thing for daddy-typed twice my age. Actually, though, I only played games in public with them. I limited my sexual adventures to younger guys like me, in our early twenties. I made my way to the bar to order something cold. As I waited for my drink, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Andy?” a voice behind me asked. I spun around and found myself staring at an older guy with an amazing muscular body, thinning dark curly hair, and swarthy Italian features. He looked familiar. It took half a second to place him – then I realized who he was. “Larry!” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe it. It’s been years.” He gave me a warm smile. “I wasn’t sure you would remember me.” “Larry, I could never forget you. I guess I can tell you now: I had such a crush on you in camp that summer.” The memories flooded back. I was sixteen at the time and just beginning to understand my desires for other men. Larry, then in his late 30s, became the first object of my man lust. And I wasn’t the only one. There were two kinds of guys in our group. The more masculine and muscular athletes followed Larry because he was an incredible physical specimen, and they looked up to him. Then there were the other boys, the emerging twinks like me, who fantasized about sucking Larry’s cock (which seemed huge when he changed into his bathing suit) or even giving themselves to him. I’m not sure I even knew then what anal sex was. I just wanted him to hold me, climb on top of me, and let me run my tongue along his chiseled, hairy body. He was the very definition of a man, and as I started to admit that’s what I craved I naturally became fixated on him. While he didn’t reciprocate in any way, he also didn’t seem to mind. Some of my camp peers had teased me about being queer and even used the f-word, but Larry always put a stop to it. And now here he was, like a wet dream come to life, inches from me in a gay dance club. Not just that, but he was clearly checking me out as we made small talk. He complimented me on my dancing. Then he leaned close and said I had grown into a very sexy young man. I felt myself tingle all over. Could this really be happening? My first crush, my hopeless young desire, was now hitting on me? The DJ put on music for a slow dance. Larry took me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor. He held me in his arms as we swayed gently to the sound. I ran my hands up his strong arms, thrilling as I touched those powerful muscles that had captivated me years before. He massaged my bubble butt and I felt his cock grow hard as it pressed against me. I thought to myself, This is unreal. I am in Larry’s arms and he wants me as much as I want him. Then he gazed into my eyes. I closed mine, and I felt his lips press against mine in a soft kiss. He did it again, and I parted my lips, inviting his tongue to explore mine. The world seemed to collapse into this one spot where we made out on the dance floor. My head was spinning. If he hadn’t been holding me close, I might have fallen over. When the song ended, Larry went to get us both a drink. One of my friends came over to me and snidely asked what I was doing with “that old guy,” and I told him to fuck off. Larry led me to a quiet corner where we flirted and kissed some more. “Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked. I smiled and told him that I would love it, In a few minutes, we were in the back of an Uber, holding hands and stroking each other’s thighs. I wanted to undo his pants and suck his cock right there, but I managed to restrain myself. Once in his apartment, we resumed kissing. It was more intense than at the club. I couldn’t get enough of touching his muscular body, especially those thick arms and massive shoulders. Larry had been a football player in college and two decades later he was still built like a linebacker. Larry paused kissing me and said, “Andy, I’m going to undress you now.” He lifted my tank top over my head, tugged my shorts down, and then slid down my thong panties. My cock, about 5 inches, stood up, already rock hard. “Your turn,” I said. When Larry peeled off his shirt, I saw again that amazing physique that had so turned me on as an adolescent. His abs seemed to have been carved from granite. But when he pulled down his briefs, I saw something else – the poison symbol tatoo above his incredibly thick cock. I took a deep breath. I realized that I was about to make a momentous decision. I needed to think. What better way to stall than to suck Larry’s thick cock? I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his massive tool into my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue. Then I licked his heavy balls, filled with toxic seed. He groaned and held my head gently in his strong, masculine hands. My mind cleared. I knew what I wanted, what I needed: Larry’s seed inside me. I had dreamed for so long about this moment, and now it was going to reach another level of intimacy. He was going to give me his most precious gift, transforming my very existence. I stopped sucking him and looked into his eyes. I could see in them his desire. I stood up and lay down on his bed. He leaned over his nightstand and picked up a condom. I had to think fast if I was going to get what I wanted. To this point, I had always been careful with my male partners. Even my steady boyfriends had used protection when we fucked. Now I wanted Larry inside me raw. “Please don’t use a rubber,” I said softly. Larry pointed to his tatoo. “Andy, do you know what this means? I’m HIV positive. I’m not taking medication and my viral load is sky high.” “I’m on PrEP,” I lied. “Don’t worry.” Larry gave me a big smile. “That’s great. I hate covering myself. That’s not what sex should feel like.” I was on my back, head on the pillow. He now moved on top of me, his weight pressing me into the sheets. We kissed deeply for a long time, his tongue exploring my mouth, dominating it. He ran his hands along my smooth skin, making me quiver with lust. I responded by tracing the outlines of his hard, sculpted muscles with my delicate fingers. Then I ran my hands up and down his hairy back. You are so much more manly than I am, I thought. It delighted me. Larry’s hard cock pressed against my thigh. I reached down and gently pumped it, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. After a few minutes, he whispered to me to turn over and drew me onto my hands and knees. His tongue found my tight hole and it was my turn to whimper as the heat radiated throughout my body. A pause. Now it was his thick finger, covered with lube, gently probing and then entering my ass. A second finger, stretching me, then both moving in and out, slowly at first and then faster. “Please, Larry,” I begged, “Fuck me. I need you inside me.” Another pause, then I felt his knees move between mine and his warm thighs press against the back of mine. Larry placed his hands gently on my hips. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. I felt his cock running up and down my crack. He reached for some lube and rubbed it on his cock. Then he placed the tip against my hole and began to push firmly into it. My sphincter opened to his cock. The familiar burning sensation and momentary pain as my ass adjusted to the intruder, then the warmth. I felt an intense fullness. As he slowly went deeper, the pleasure radiated throughout my body. This wasn’t like sex with guys my age who wore condoms. The physical sensation and the realization that I was being fucked raw by a man I had dreamed about, a man who might gift me was beyond anything I could imagine. “Oh, yes! Yes!” I gasped. “I want more.” Still deeper. I felt like a complete slut. Finally, I felt his crotch hair scratching my butt cheeks. Larry leaned forward and rested is chest on my back. “Andy, you are so tight,” he murmured. I turned my head sideways and we exchanged a deep fuck kiss. He started to move in and out, withdrawing slowly and then plunging all the way in. Occasionally he would tease me by pulling out to his tip before thrusting in. I heard his groans and my high-pitched “Ah!” responses. I sounded like such a sissy! I was now Larry’s bitch; my ass was a cunt for his pleasure. I had fulfilled my fantasy. “Turn over,” he ordered. I obeyed and drew my legs up and apart. Such a female gesture, inviting penetration. Larry smiled at me as he again placed the head his hard cock against my hole. In one swift thrust he entered me and I gasped loudly at the sensation. He lay atop me, humping with his hips, in-out-in-out. I wrapped my legs around his back. He resumed kissing me, deeply, passionately. Then he raised himself on his arms. I rested my slender legs on his broad shoulders. I gripped his powerful forearms with my dainty hands, then stroked his abdomen. My touch seemed to drive Larry into a frenzy. I love it when my top reaches this point, totally absorbed in his own pleasure, approaching the point of no return. I couldn’t have stopped Larry now even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. Just the opposite: I wanted it as much as he did. “Cum inside me, baby,” I pleaded. “Breed me.” The top’s familiar pause, just before orgasm. Then the deep, throaty roar, Larry’s cock pistoning rapidly in and out, his balls slapping against me. It went on and on. And I felt inside me a new warmth and a wetness I had never before experienced. His poison seed, filling my back passage, starting their journey to take over my willing body. Larry collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I loved his weight, his sweaty skin against mine, the warmth of two male bodies together. As I teased his back with my fingers, I clenched my ass, hoping to keep Larry hard within me for as long as I could and hold his seed. His breathing slowed and I realized he had dozed off in my arms. Finally his cock softened and slid out. Some of his cum dribbled out, leaving a wet spot under my ass. I turned on my side, and Larry nestled against me. I could feel his cock, still slick with his jism, against my ass. As I lay there, I wondered whether Larry and I would be more than a one-night stand, whether I would tell Larry if I tested positive, and whether he would be angry with me for wanting his toxic babies. So many questions. But they would have to wait. Tonight I only wanted to feel his wonderful, bare cock inside me again. So I turned back to him, slid down to his cock, and went back to work with my tongue.

So there is this kid mark, I met when he was sixteen. We worked together on a project and hit it off. He was from a small town in the south of Germany but worked regularly in Berlin. Even though I am in my forties, there is a seventeen year old hiding inside myself so we hit it off brilliantly. My Bf and I more or less adopted him. He would stay with us when he would have to work in Berlin, sometimes weeks on end. It was always fun when he would come around. He kinda looked up to me. I was well known in my line of work while he was just starting out. It was always great to be around his youthful energy and see him grow up over the years. When he was 22 or so he started experimenting with drugs a little, xtc and ketamine (he didn’t like coke) and even though I had long term sobriety I would love hearing his stories. Three years ago both of us went through quite a lot of turmoil. I broke up with my bf of fourteen years and he broke up with his high school sweetheart, this girl he had been with since he was 17. It was kind of beautiful how we dragged each other through these periods of mourning. Now I had never been sexually attracted to Mark; he was more or less like my son, it didn’t really cross my mind. Until one day when he was staying at mine and walked somewhat sheepish into my living room and asked if he could use my clippers ‘Of course’ I said, ‘why ask?’ ‘I want to clipper my pubes’ he said, almost blushing. I laughed out loud and told him of course he could use them. He went off to the bathroom and five minutes later I hear a scream. What’s up, I ask from the living room. I cut my balls, he replies. It’s kind of bleeding You want me to have a look? Ehm… yes please, he says. When I come into the bathroom he stands there kind of helpless with the clippers in one hand and his balls in the other. Come I say, and lead him into the bedroom with some tissues. May I? I ask Of course, he says. I put a tissue against the tiny wound and hold it there till the bleeding stops. Ehm… would you mind finishing it, he asks with this weird grin, blushing again. I laugh. You’re evil, I say. And grab the clippers from his hand and while gently pulling the skin of his ball sack straight I clipper the hairs of it. I’m pretty focussed on this so at first I don’t notice he has a raging hard on. I touch his hard cock for a brief second but I don’t feel comfortable at all so I leave it at that. But something had been unleashed. And apparently not only with me. I’m still in a bit of a dark period because of the divorce. He has to work in berlin so he comes to stay. He’s going out with friends tonight so he is freshly showered and does two lines of coke at the dining table. Even though I have been clean for nearly twenty years, it doesn’t bother me at all. It’s a closed book, not interested no more. I go to the kitchen to get some tea. When I get back I notice next to the little envelope of coke a small baggie with white powder lying there What’s that, I ask Oh Tina he says What, I ask Meth, he says Jesus, I say He fucking blushes again. I might go to a party tonight. What party? He doesn’t answer I sit down on the couch and don’t say anything. I just look at him. Just… eh.. a house party. My heart is racing. It can’t be. A sex party, he says. Straight, I ask. No, he laughs. Not really. He looks at me with a grin that I don’t know from him at all. Actually… really not. But you’re straight, I say grasping for air. More wicked grin. That’s where this comes in. He waves the baggy at me. What the fuck; I say. And out of the blue I become so jealous. He must notice. Oh I am sorry man, he says. You’re saying meth makes you gay? I ask exasperated. No not really, he answers and he laughs out loud. It makes you not give a flying fuck about your sexuality or whatever; you just want to have sex. Jesus Christ, Mark. I’m stunned, I say. He laughs. Yeah me too, he says. How often do you go to these parties? This will only be my second time, he says. Eric took me there last time. And then I found out what kinda party it was and I wanted to leave but then someone offered me a pipe. And I got so fucking horny. I am completely flabbergasted. Such a strange array of feelings. I’m shocked, surprised, but also extremely jealous and although I hate to admit it, horny as fuck.

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 buried 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 1) Shayne I had been in the middle of a hot jack off session for my Just For Fans web site when I heard shuffling coming from the room next door, I reached over and turned off the lamp on my night stand and clicked off the ring light, sending my room into almost complete darkness, lit only by the strip LED lights over my headboard and around my ceiling. I used my keyboard to stop the recording and crept closer to the door of the shared on-suite bathroom. I could hear my stepbrother pissing in the toilet, then exiting his room. I had known Adam my whole life, his parents and mine were friends from college and from what I gathers members of the same swingers group. I remember as a toddler seeing little Adam in the kids’ corner, the babysitting club the members would take turns watching over while the others enjoyed themselves swapping partners for the evening. As we grew older, I watched as Adam developed into a strapping youngster. My parents divorced a year before Adams, his dad headed to the west coast to a new job and life, my brothers and I living with my mother with our dad living the next town over. Adam lived with his mom, and we saw each other in school and on athletic fields as we both were highly active in sports. My mom started dating Adams dad when I was about ten and they got married when I was 14. The wedding was nice but a little awkward as it seemed like Adam was ignoring me the whole time, spending much of his time with his best friend Robert, while I spent time with my brothers, Mark and James, but I couldn’t stop glancing over at Adam, maybe with a hint of jealousy. I had known I was gay from a early age but was able to hide it by being athletic and active, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, however I went to the local department store and purchased a “Burner phone” you know the pay as you go variety. I knew that as long as I was near a obtainable Wi-Fi signal it would be free to use it, I left the store and headed over the local coffee shop, bought a latte and sat at a table setting up my new phone, I logged into the shops internet access and installed an application I had heard of called grindr. While grindr was downloading and installing I went on the web browser and created a Gmail account using an alas and linked grindr to it. I was sitting in a back corner of the shop and I proceeded to set up my grindr account, Rookie Jock 6’1 158# sandy brown hair, green eyes I’m a Virgin, need someone to show me the ropes. I filled in as much as I could then went to the rest room, being single use I had a lot of privacy, I fluffed up my cock to a semi hard state, pulled down my pants in the back to show my ass below the waist band of my jock, pulled up the front of my tight fitting tank top to expose my abs, and held my hand out. I turned myself so my ass was visible in the mirror and took a torso selfie which showed from my shoulders down to my knees my cock distinctly prominent in my basketball shorts. I took a couple shots and then sat on the toilet deciding which one to post. I uploaded the picture to my profile and proceeded to pee away the latte. I exited the bathroom and wen and bought another latte and headed back to my car, halfway there the phone binged what I soon would recognize as the grindr alert, I stopped and opened the app, there was a tap and a message: Hey there rookie, experienced trainer ready to show you the ropes I looked at his profile, he was close and very attractive, I wrote back: Hey there hot stuff if you got time to teach me I’m available now, and you’re close I’m off in ten minutes if you want to meet up, come to target customer service desk, ask for Al I continued walking to my car and then drove over to the Target and parked. I walked in and a hot guy with a nametag saying Albert stood off to one side of the customer service desk, I walked up to him and asked you Al? He smiled and asked if I drove here, and I replied yes, and he sheepishly said his car was in the shop and needed a ride home. I said sure, hoping to rid him of the red polo and khaki short in a brief time. We got in my car and he directed me to his home, I walked him to his door as he didn’t really show much interest in me, a far cry from his grindr messages. He unlocked the door and peeked inside, after confirming his roommate was out, he asked if I would like a drink and I followed inside. As soon as the door closed behind me, he pounced like a cat grabbing my arms and placing them over my head, bringing them together and holding them with one hand. He kissed me deeply and groped my cock in his other hand, he pulled back and apologized for his rash move as I moved a hand behind his neck and pulled him into another kiss, it was the first time I kissed a boy that way and I was rock hard, straining against my jock strap. As he led me to his room pieces of clothing were discarded and by the time, we reached his bed we were completely naked, other than our socks. He had a chiseled body and a 7-inch cock which was drooling precum. We continued kissing and he nibbled his way down to my 8.5-inch tool and sucked it into his mouth, my first blow job, he sucked on my cock then my balls and worked his way around to my pucker. He began licking and kissing my hole, probing and stretching me open little by little, then I felt his cock head press into my hole, It hurt at first and he stopped for me to adjust to the intrusion before ramming it fully into my rectum, his precum coating my walls making them slick as he pumped in and out, he pulled out and flipped me over so I was staring into his eyes as he plunged back in, fucking me hard and fast. He tensed up about ten minutes later driving his cock in deep and he grunted: ‘Fuck yeah I’m Cumming take that dirty seed you faggot, take my AIDs baby deep inside, fuck yeah impregnated another sorry ass mother fucker” I was in heaven feeling his seed in my body, he leaned in and kissed me again his cock twitching inside me my cock throbbing between us. As we came down off our orgasmic highs I suddenly heard clapping in the doorway, Al’s room mate stood there his enormous cock in hand stroking and rubbing the precum into his head and shaft, Al got up and his roommate norm walked over “Do I get sloppy seconds, cause that looks like a hot piece of ass there needing to be bred” Al looked down at me, then at Norm and back at me. I nodded and gestured for him to mount, he slid in to my hole stretching me more, Al’s cum lubing the way as he proceeded to plow my ass for around ten more minutes, then he pushed harder into me and breached my inner ring causing me to gasp but soon had my ass spasming around his shaft milking out his load. He leaned in to kiss me then whispered in my ear “hope you decide to keep my strain, I’m Al’s Poz daddy” Al pulled me aside after getting me a Gatorade “you can stop this from happening just go here and get some PeP” he handed me a piece of paper with the address of a clinic, it also had a couple of websites I should try out: Sqiurt.org and Breeding Zone. I kissed him a thank you and whispered back I hope you’ll have me back. I had been attracted to my little stepbrother and wanted him to like me but all he seemed to do was ignore me even when I moved in for the holidays. That was about to change as I pulled on my Jock Strap, adjusted my junk down so if it chubbed it would fill out the pouch obscenely. I headed down the stairs to find Adam in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He was in a pair of plaid boxers and a large tee shirt which covered down just below the crotch of the shorts, just enough to hide the gaping fly but not long enough to hide the shaft that was snaked down his leg. He noticed me as I flipped on the overhead light, he glanced over to me his gaze starting at the bulge in my jock and raising up over my tank top covered torso, my abs clearly on display then met my eyes. Adam darted to the table, but not before I noticed his cock had inflated and a stream of precum was dripping from the tip which now was poking out the leg hole. He left a streak of precum across the kitchen floor as he quickly sat down. I proceeded to the electric kettle and turned it on, grabbed a cup from the cupboard and a packet of hot chocolate from another cupboard, poured hot water in the cup and stirred the mix into the cup. I took the seat next to Adam and slapped my hand down on his knee. He appeared to be very nervous and I proceeded to start up some small talk, hoping he would loosen up, my hand moving up his thigh I noticed it was damp as I got close to his cock. I grinned to myself, I was turning him on, I drank my chocolate and he ate his sandwich. I realized he wasn’t ignoring me rather avoiding me. He got up and placed his sandwich plate in the sink and turned to leave, I gulped down the last of my drink and popped up behind him, encircling him with my arms and pulling him into me, my crotch pushing into his ass crack, it was obvious he could feel my hard cock as I told him “ I think it’s time we got to know each other better” . I dropped my one arm leaving the other wrapped around him and guide him up stairs, we passed his room and I directed him into mine, as we approached the bed I turned him to face me, he looked scared as I took my hands and cupped his face pulling him in for a kiss, I would soon know if he wanted this as much as I wanted him. He started to pull back then lunged into my kiss, we were soon swapping spit as our kisses became more passionate. I stopped kissing his mouth and began kissing his neck and ears and down his body. I soon had his large cock in my throat and was fingering his hole, he moaned and speaking in gibberish as I turned him around and began eating his ass, my fingers jutting in to help stretch him open. I fucked my stepbrother hard my cock spasming in him just moments after my initial entry coating his ass and inners with a nice coating of semen, came twice more before dismounting him, the little blue pills I took before my jack off session had done the trick of staying hard throughout. Adam turned the tables on me and I was soon impaled on his monster cock he being about a inch longer than my 8.5 member and a bit thicker he pounded into me with the same vigor as I had bred him. We chatted a bit before cuddling into each other, I spooned him and he wiggled his cum filled ass up against my hard cock and I was soon inside him, he occasionally would wiggle and fuck himself on me and I fell asleep shooting another load into his gut. We must have shuffled during the night as when I woke at around three, I was impaled on his cock which was pulsing in my anus and shooting another load into me. I was a happy brother on the road to knowing my stepbrother better. I awoke around eight in the morning with Adam draped over me, his head in the crook of my arm, breathing in my musk, his body half on top of me, his legs straddling mine. I kissed his forehead and tried to move my arm from around his head, his hands came up to stop me and he pressed his nose further into my pit his tongue lapping out at my sweat, I had showered just before going online and hadn’t bothered to reapply deodorant so it was all sweat from the workout we had last night. It turns out my stepbrother was as kinky as me, maybe more so. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately. “Good morning sleepy stud” I said to him, he smiled and replied “I had no idea you could ever be into me like that” I laughed and we talked some more. He asked about the scorpion on my hip and I told him about Al, then went on to tell him how I had gone to the clinic and gotten PeP and took it along with Getting on PReP, I then told him about finding cruising areas around town and at college and liking hooking up with guys and going to the baths on a regular basis. I told him about the time I had gone off PReP and went beck to Al and got bred multiple times before he took me to the baths on a special night “CumUnion” I believe it was called and being a hot college twink I was bred multiple times, Al had taken a marker and written things like “CumDump” “no Loads Refused” “Poz Me” all over my body had even put a tally board over my abs, neg and Poz written across my belly either side of my button, and guys would breed me and put a hash tag in the column they were, turns out I got twenty three Poz loads and 14 neg ones, the following week he took me to a hot Latino tattoo artist, Julio, with multiple tattoos adorning his body, a beautiful bio hazard one encircling his left nipple. He gave me a scorpion one on my hip, three weeks later after suffering from the flu Julio colored in the stinger in red. We had chatted snuggled up together for just about and hour before getting up, taking a shower together, Adam depositing another load in my hole in the shower, had went down and made breakfast together. I then invited him to go to the gym with me and we quickly cleaned up breakfast and gathered our workout clothes, he drove us to the gym in which we had a membership and we proceeded to do some cardio and free weights, today was my chest and arm day, Adam said he normally works on legs on Saturday’s, so he spotted me on some machines and I on him. We returned to the locker room and stripped down, Adam said he normally showers and goes on with his day, I told him he missing out on recovery option of the dry sauna and steam room, he indicated he avoided them due to feeling uneasy, I gave him a playful punch, teasing him about getting a hard on with just the thought. We rinsed off in the shower, I helped him a little, him slapping me away afraid someone would see us, I was soon to educate my stepbrother, that our gym wasn’t as homophobic as he had assumed. We exited the showers and walked over to the jacuzzi tub with two guys already soaking in it, one was a middle-aged daddy type the other a college aged guy with a sheepish grin on his face. I hung up my towel and slipped into the water, Adam followed suit although a little weary. Both guys looked like they wanted to eat Adam up, as Adam made his way across the tub to me, the college aged boy reach over and brushed against Adam, touching his cock. He sat next to me and I whispered “see they’re very friendly here, he smiled and stretched out his leg across the tub brushing his foot alongside college boys thigh and stroking his growing cock. The college boy moved over towards Adam as the Middle-aged gent soon was beside me. From the arm movements above the water, I could only guess what was happening below, the boy leaned in and whispered in Adam’s ear something then the two exited and moved on to the dry sauna. Frank the older man then asked if I was getting too hot, I smiled and lifted myself to sit on the edge of the tub as his mouth enveloped my cock. He was a first-class cocksucker and I soon exploded down his throat. He excused himself and I was left alone sitting above the tub. I swung my legs around and got up to join Adam and the college boy in the dry sauna. As I opened the door the heat hit me and as I glance in I noted the boy with his legs over Adams shoulders, Adam’s cock working like a piston in and out of his hole, Adam introduced him as Mario and continued to pound the boy, Adam grunted as he deposited his load in the boy, he moved aside and I took my place and began to fuck Mario in earnest, having just cum down franks throat I was sure it was going to be a marathon ride but Adam kissing and caressing me had me shoot in record time. Mario got up and kissed both of us, then Whispered in my ear “hot tattoo, hope it takes” I Whispered back “it might since you just took my latest conversion as well” he looked at me with a toothy smile “what’s your locker number, I’d like to give you my number” before leaving the room. Adam and me walked into the steam room together, we sat at the far end and started making out when the door opened we pulled apart, I pulled him back into me as the new guy approached, I reached out with my free hand and cupped his balls as his cock bounced against my arm. I sat up and the new guy, a black guy somewhere between Adam and my age straddled my lap and sank down on my cock. He started bouncing up and down on my tool and casually said “nice to see you back again stud, been not long enough to tell but I got a good feeling this is going to take” I explained to Adam I had hooked up with Sam on Christmas eve after my work out, that Sam was on the water polo team at the university nearby, of which I was to join when the semester started up in a couple of weeks. Sam was grinding his ass into my groin pushing my cock deep into his guts making sure I breached his inner ring, causing him to have a anal orgasm, which as always soon had me shooting my toxic load up yet another chasers ass. Adam pulled Sam off me lap and forced him to clean off my cock as he sauntered behind the guy and shoved his cock in one motion pushing past Sam’s inner ring causing him to orgasm repeatedly. Adam had to hold Sam up as he plunged in and deposited his load as well. Sam was weak in the knees when Adam finished painting his guts. We both supported him and set him on the tiled bench, pink froth of cum slowly oozing out his well used bussy. We left Sam in the steam room and proceeded to the showers to clean up, we dressed in our street clothes and Adam drove us home. While he was driving I opened the note Mario had left, it contained his phone number and a list of his classes as well as a invite to join him at Twink night at the local baths, which was tonight. When we got home and began prepping lunch as it was now close to one in the afternoon, my dad entered the kitchen, he was in baggy shorts and a tank top which did little to hide his nice body and sculptured chest. He looked at us and stated: “It’s good to see you two getting along finally, just so you know I happened to be passing your rooms last night when I got in, and wondered if you’d like to join me tonight for a boys night out, I assure you, you will not regret it and you will have fun” I started to say I might have plans tonight as I wanted to take Adam out to a club and have some fun with him. Dad inquired what club, but I didn’t want to say, so I relented and said “fine we’ll go to boys night out with you, but I doubt you and your cronies can make it fun” I would end up retracting my words by this time tomorrow.

I had a fun experience with a guy yesterday. I'd been casually wanking my dick through my jeans and thinking about having a guy in me all evening. The idea wasn't going away. My butt needed that feeling way more than ever before. So I went online to see who was around. I found some guys I liked and talked a bit but nobody was free. Then a guy comes up about 300m away, looking now, and he's my type. No full face pic, but I can see a thick beard, muscular guy, bit shorter than me and one pic he's in some kind of security guard uniform. All cool for me, but he's looking for fem. A lot of guys are now looking for trans and fem, which rules me out. I'm a big hairy hockey player, so not a match. Whatever though, he's nearby, my type and I want to just get some dick in me because my hole is hot for it. I want to know how it feels when I want it that bad. I message and tell him I know I'm not his type but I'm horny and will be cool to just lie down, pull my jeans down and let him do it. He doesn't reply. After a while I say hey, it's ok if not, but it's free man hole, I'll come to him, no strings, just enjoy it. He replied that time and we talked a bit. Turns out he's a mostly straight guy who wanted to try with a t-girl or fem boy his first time and riding a tall hairy guy with a beard was way off plan for him. Fair enough. He starts sending me dick pics though so something is going on. Eventually I end up at his place and we have a very awkward greeting at the door and showing to the bedroom where I lie down and pull my jeans down. He's a hot guy though and my hole is still eager. He asked about a condom and turns out neither of us had any. He's unsure, I say it's ok, just tease the entrance, it's warm and feels good on your dick. He gets on top, dick out, but isn't performing well, for a bit. He keeps trying to wank it and harden up. But I'm horny and it's just good to feel some dick on my hole. Eventually he's hard and I can see in the mirror his eyes are closed and he's doing his thing, poking inside a bit. It feels nice. I say it's good but we're going to need some lube. He pulls some out the drawer, lubes up and goes back to work, and drops the tube on the bed. It's conception lube, the stuff that helps sperm live longer. This was hot and unexpected. I guess I know what he's been up to lately with his wife or gf and why there's no condoms in the house. I'm enjoying him inside me and watching in the mirror as this guy is pumping inside me, eyes closed, imagining whatever he likes. He started out just teasing my hole, but fucked me properly in the end and when he finished I felt him throbbing and spurting cum inside me. Later that night I was lying in bed and could feel his cum and thinking maybe his sperm are still swimming around in me. I'm thinking about it again and I don't know how long sperm can live inside a guy like that? I know they can live for a few days inside a woman, but in a guy, has that ever been figured out?

Nothing better!

The more it hurts, the better I like it

When I walked into the bar, I was in the mood to be bad. That’s why I chose the place. It wasn’t my neighborhood gay bar, where everyone knows I’m HIV positive and not taking meds right now. If I hook-up with someone there, it’s another poz man. Or, on rare occasions, I even agree to use a condom, much as I hate them. No, this was a place I go to on those rare occasions when I feel like barebacking a guy I just met. I like to make him hungry for my meat, too aroused to stop, just to see if he can think about being careful. I am well hung. I mean, I’m actually at least 8 inches when I’m hard and my dick is really thick. I love it when the bottom has that moment of hesitation before surrendering. Sometimes I tell him I’m positive before I fuck him; sometimes I wait until after I cum inside him. Usually the little faggot starts to whimper and cry. But he stays in my bed and always asks me to fuck him again. By the morning he wants my phone number for another date, LOL. Today had been a bad day at work. My boss had chewed me out for something one of my team had done, and then I had reamed out the woman in question. But I was still angry when I decided to go looking for some action. I needed a victim. It took me just one glance around the bar to spot him. He was sitting alone at the bar, looking nervous. Young, slim, very cute, checking out the other men but looking quickly back at his own drink instead of making eye contact. I was pretty sure it was his first time in a gay bar; maybe he was even cherry boy. I sidled up and sat on the stool next to him. “Eric,” I said, by way of introduction, as I rested my hand on his shoulder. I thought he would jump out of his seat. “I’m Andy,” he replied. “First time here.” He was rather effeminate, which isn’t my type, but he had thick, pouty lips. I imagined kissing them and feeling them wrapped around my cock. “I could tell,” I continued. I waved the bartender over and ordered a drink. When it arrived, I paid and suggested to Andy that we find a table so we could talk. He seemed relieved that I was taking the initiative. I knew right away that this was going to be easy. Easy, yes, but not quick. Sometimes you gotta be patient to set up a good fuck. Andy wanted to tell me how he had come to be in a gay bar. Out came his story: thought he was straight but always found guys attractive, dated women, the latest girlfriend – I think he said her name was Beth – had dumped him for a guy she said was more masculine, got into gay porn, blah, blah, blah. As he’s chattering away, waving his hands around in a very girlie way, I understood why the girlfriend thought he was a faggot. I thought, Andy, what woman wouldn’t see you as a sissy? It took two more drinks to hear his whole sad story of self-discovery. It was boring shit, but I pretended to be interested. I rubbed his back and neck, then his thigh, finally the bulge in his pants. He did likewise, and I saw his eyes widen. “Wow, you’re really big,” he said. “You know, I haven’t done this before.” Bingo! I smiled. “That’s OK. I’m glad you told me. I would be very gentle.” Then I leaned over and kissed him on those tempting lips. He didn’t try to pull away, so I drew him into an embrace and continued to kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We sat there making out for a few minutes until I said, “Let’s go back to my place.” He didn’t hesitate. I called a car service. As we waited outside, I put my arm around his shoulder and held him close. He was so eager he practically sat in my lap on the 20-minute ride. As soon as we got into my apartment, we helped each other undress. For a moment I stared at Andy’s body – he was maybe 5’9’’ tall and thin, a real twink. I thought to myself, Your girlfriend must have enjoyed pegging you, because she certainly couldn’t have seen you as a real man. I was a good five inches taller and 75 pounds heavier. He was mesmerized by my cock, which was half-erect and already longer and thicker than his stiff dick. “You never held a man’s cock before, boy, have you?” I growled in a low voice. “No, sir,” he managed to reply. “Go ahead. You know how much you want to.” Andy gently stroked my cock with his slender fingers and began to pump gently, I hardened in his grip. The thought of how I was going to wreck his ass in a few minutes really turned me on. I pulled him close and kissed his thick, pouty lips again. He was delicious. “You have a pretty mouth, Andy. Get on your knees and show me how you can use it.” He obeyed me immediately. I felt his tongue swirl gently around the tip of my dick, then his lips parted and he drew the head into his waiting mouth. God, it was hard not to just fuck his throat! He gripped my cock near the base and pumped slowly, taking me a little deeper with each motion. I held his head in my hands and told him he was a born cocksucker, which seemed to make him more eager. Finally, I could no longer stop myself. I started to thrust into his mouth and hit his throat, forcing him to gag. “I’m sorry, Eric” he said. “I guess I’m not very good at this yet.” “No worries, boy. Just takes some practice.” He opened his mouth again to suck my dick but I stopped him. “I’ve got something else in mind.” I took Andy’s hand and led him into the bedroom. I pulled down the covers and told him to lie on his belly, his head resting on a pillow. Then I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. His pink, puckered, virgin hole was just an inch from my face. I began to lick around it, then inserted my tongue, my thick beard scratching his ass. He gasped at the sensation, then began to squirm and moan. I licked my thick forefinger and inserted it in his ass. Another gasp and more moans. My middle finger followed, stretching him, and then I began to scratch inside his asshole with my long fingernails. “Ouch!” he said, but he didn’t try to pull away. It was time to reveal my secret. “Listen, Andy, I really want to fuck you, but I want you to know I’m HIV positive. We can stop now if you want.” “Maybe you should use a condom,” he replied. “I brought some with me tonight.” “That was good thinking. But a real man doesn’t cover himself.” I resumed licking his ass, and my tongue went deeper now that I had loosened him up. I paused for a moment. “Listen, you really should feel your first cock bareback. I won’t cum inside you if you tell me not to.” It was bullshit – if he let me inside him, I knew I would seed his little faggot ass. But I really like it when a bottom can’t help himself and begs me to cum. I was pretty sure Andy would be one of those. “Well, I guess it’s OK if you pull out. You promise, right?” Not a chance, princess, I thought. But naturally I reassured him that I would respect his wishes. I could sense his hesitation as he mulled over what might happen. But I knew he was too aroused to turn back. To encourage him, I rubbed my thick cock along the crack of his ass, warming it. “OK,” he finally said. “I really want to feel you inside me. I’ve waited a long time to do this.” I applied some lube to the head of my dick and some more to his warm hole. He reached behind and held my dick, placing the tip at the opening. I pressed against him, gently at first and then with more force, but his ass resisted the intruder. “I’m sorry, Eric,” he whined. “I think you’re just to big for my first time.” “Don’t give up, boy,” I coaxed. “You don’t want to disappoint your top, do you?” He shook his head and said he was sorry. “Good!” I said, my voice casual and encouraging. I pulled him onto his hands and knees. “Now relax, Andy. What did you say your girlfriend’s name was?” “Beth. Why?” “Imagine you’re her, with her new man. You want to please him. Imagine how good his cock will feel inside you. How much you want it – no, you need it. Now push back against my cock.” He did as I instructed. Suddenly his sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock and the first couple of inches disappeared into the tightest boy pussy I’ve ever fucked. “Oh, YES!” he exclaimed. “That feels amazing! I’m so full of cock!” And he continued to push back slowly until I was entirely inside him. I rested my weight on his back and whispered, “That’s right, Andy, you and Beth have something in common. You both like to be fucked by real men.” He nodded again. I began to move in and out, very slowly at first, then a little faster. Andy was making high-pitched “Ah!” sounds. I started talking dirty to him, telling him his ass was now a cunt, how I was going to turn him into my bitch. He started to beg me to fuck him harder. I could feel the rising pressure of an orgasm building in my balls. “Lie on your belly,” I directed. My weight pressed him into the bed. I turned his head to the side and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, a hot fuck kiss, one of my favorite parts of sex. “Do you want me to stop or should I cum inside you?” I grunted in his ear. “Tell me you want it, Andy. Tell me you want me to breed you.” I knew what the answer would be. He was too far gone, too lost in the pleasure of having my huge tool deep inside him, to think clearly about the consequences. “Cum inside me, Eric, please,” he begged. “You want me to poz you?” “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I need your cum.” I gripped his shoulders and thrust with my rocking hips, my balls slapping loudly against the faggot’s bubble buns. In a few moments, I exploded inside Andy, jets of man cum flooding his warm, moist back passage. I soared into that brief oblivion that follows male release, his body beneath me. For a few minutes we lay together. I gradually softened and slid out of him. I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Andy sniffling beside me. They always get weepy afterwards. Andy said, “I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t let you fuck me. I knew I should’ve made you stop. And now I have your poz seed inside me.” He was so sweet. I decided to turn on my phony empathy voice. I told him how sorry I was, I just got carried away, I felt awful. He seemed relieved to know I cared about him. (I didn’t, of course, though I felt a tad guilty because I really didn’t give a shit.) Well, anyway, it worked. A few minutes later caresses turned into kisses, and then I maneuvered Andy onto his back and into the missionary position. He again guided my cock to the edge of his boy pussy and soon I was fucking him again. This time I jerked his dick until he shot a load onto his belly. He rubbed his delicate fingers on my abdomen and the sensation caused me to cum again. This time I didn’t bother to ask him if it was OK. He seemed very happy. In the morning, after a couple more rounds, we showered together. He got dressed and I told him the symptoms of the fuck flu. Then I called him a car. He asked if he could see me again. I lied and told him I had a steady boyfriend. He seemed disappointed but said he understood. I haven’t seen him since.

2. I sat at home an hour, naked, my cock dripping, the butt plug still deep in my hole. I couldn’t focus. I kept rocking on my couch moving the butt plug around in my hole, feeling it stretch in different directions and pull at my well used ring. It felt good, but not as good as Sir’s cock had felt, and a little voice inside my head started to wonder if I could wait till Sir was done with work. Maybe Sir was right, maybe I did need fucked again right now. Some part of me still couldn’t really believe I was doing it, but I pulled up Scruff and started looking for someone who looked like he had a big cock and would use me like Sir had. I started to scroll, and looked anew at some of the guys who had said they weren’t into “just a blow job.” With my new need to be fucked a whole new set of guys were available to me. I had one in mind really from the start if I am honest. A 45 year old Daddy, a little on the heavier side, with hard furry pecs. He also sent me pictures of his monstrously thick cock. Every time he messaged me he said he wanted to pound my hole and I’d always put him off. But not today. I sent him a quick hello and scrolled through more guys while I waited. It didn’t take long for him to rely. “Hey! How are you today?” “I’m good. Kinda horny,” I lied. I was dying I was so horny. “Same. Although I’ve told you before I’m not into the blow job only scene.” “Well that’s good,” I replied, “'cause I want you to fuck me.” “Oh yeah? What changed your mind?” I thought for a long moment and then decided to answer truthfully, “I just too my first raw cock and honestly I’m horny as fuck for more.” “Fuck! How long ago?” “Like a few hours ago.” “Oh shit! His load still in you?” “Yeah. It's being held in by a butt plug.” “Fuck yes! You want me to add to that cummy hole?” “Yes Sir! Come over and breed me.” I sent him my address. “Be there in 15. Leave the plug in but be naked. I don’t have a lot of time today so I want that hole ready.” “I’m already naked. Come and get it,” was my response. He said nothing else, and my heart was pounding for the eleven minutes it took him to get to my place. I buzzed up the Daddy and then waited by the door for him, my hole clenched tight around the plug wedged in me. When he knocked I flung the door open, forgetting for a second that I was naked. “Good boy,” he said pushing inside. He closed the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. My cock dripped with anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He hadn’t bothered to wear underwear and his cock was already half hard. Without having to be told what to do I dropped to my knees and swallowed his thick mushroom head. His cock wasn’t as big as Sir’s but it was thick and I knew it would feel amazing slamming in and out of my wet hole. The Daddy was clearly only interested in having me suck him just long enough to get him completely hard, because as soon as his cock was at full attention he pushed me off and said “Bend over the couch kid.” I jumped up off my knees and rushed over to the couch in my living room. I knelt on the seats and bent over the back, exposing my plugged hole to him. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. That’s fucking hot boy. Be even hotter if that hard little prick of yours was locked up in a cage. Show everyone what a good bottom slut you are.” He started to pull on the plug, first tugging it back against my ring and then pushing it back inside. I groaned, and he laughed. “You love feeling this plug in your cunt boy?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “I bet you’ll love my cock even more then,” and suddenly he pulled the plug from my hole with a wet pop. I gasped, I felt cold air hit my hole and knew that I was gaping open from being stretched for so long. Then warm spit hit my hole followed by the unmistakable head of a cock. I pushed back against his cock, willing it inside of me. I was in no mood to be teased. I wanted that dick and I wanted it right now. The Daddy quickly obliged and grabbing my hips, slammed his cock all the way inside me. With a grunt he began to slam into me. A wet squishing sound seemed to echo around me as he drilled my wet hole. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. This man intended to rut my hole, this man who’s name I also did not know, was going to breed me. His right hand left my hip and entwined itself in my hair, pulling me up and forcing my back to arch deeper. He slammed harder and harder. Finally, with something like a roar he pushed my face down into the couch and rutted his cock balls deep in my ass, his seed pumping deep into my guts. He held me down until he was finished. He stayed there for a minute till his breath returned to normal. Then he withdrew, roughly shoving the plug back into my hole. I whimpered. “Stay just like that boy. I want to look at that well bred cunt as I leave.” I obeyed and stayed on the couch with my ass in the air until I heard the front door close. It was then that I noticed the puddle of precum on the couch from where my cock had dripped and quickly lapped it up. I was still so fucking horny.

This is not the story of some straight muscle jock suddenly becoming gay, or the story of a “top only” homo learning to bottom. No, I came out when I was 15, I’ve always thought of myself as vers, though mainly in theory. I’ve topped boys, and I’ve been topped, but in the end, I found that anal just wasn’t really my thing. I loved giving head. It was my passion. This though is the story of how I found a new passion, of how I learned that I actually do enjoy anal, and more than that I need it. This is the story of how I learned that my ass hole is not a hole but a pussy, more over a cunt that needs filled with seed. This is the story of how I became a cumpig to a rough, bear, with a fat cock. This is the story of the man who changed my life. This is the story of how I become a bottom for raw cock. First a little about me. I’ve never thought that I was exceptionally attractive, though I think I’m pretty cute and at the time of this story was 27. I’m about 5 foot nine, with light brown hair; I’ve never loved my natural hair so usually I dye it blonde in the summer leaving me with blonde streaks for most of the year. I work out fairly regularly, though I still eat whatever I want so I’m not terribly thin and I certainly don’t have a six pack. What I do have is a narrow waist, a nice chest, arms with a strong vein running down the bicep, and a thick bouncy ass from lots of running. I’m not what you’d call super hairy by any means but I’ve got a nice covering across my chest and down my stomach, and a nice hairy ass. At the time I met Sir I think I’d been fucked maybe half a dozen times in my life, though I’d certainly sucked more than my share of cocks. On this particular day that’s what I was aiming to do. Having just gotten home from the gym, I lay on my bed in just my still sweaty shorts scrolling through my porn Tumblr (I miss porn Tumbler so much) my cock getting harder as I scrolled. I’m always super horny when I get back from the gym and today was no exception. I started to think that more than jerking off I wanted to swallow a thick cock. It was maybe 1 P.M. on a Saturday and in Harlem there is almost always someone around. Opening up Scruff I started to scroll. I sent out some woofs and some messages to regulars when he messaged me. His profile photo was of a solidly built torso with beautiful pink nipples, thick dark hair, and a strong treasure trail leading out of the frame, what it didn’t have was a head. Still I read though his stats. He was 41, lived with in a half mile of me, six feet tall, muscular. I opened his message. Directly following his quick greeting was a photo of a thick fat cock. It had a broad flat head, several thick veins running down the toilet paper roll thick shaft, thick dark pubes at the base, and two heavy looking low hanging balls hanging below. Without even seeing his face I was taken in. I wanted to swallow that cock. I loved feeling my jaw stretched to its maximum around a dick. I wanted to feel that man’s cum hit the back of my throat. “Damn, that’s a beautiful cock” I responded. “Thanks, boy,” he replied a few seconds later, asking "what are you looking for?” “Honestly I just got home from the gym and I’m horny as fuck. I really want to suck some cock today.” “Well, what a surprise. I’m looking for someone to come suck my fat cock for me.” “Perfect!” I responded, and then before I could ask him for a face pic or anything else he sent me his address. “Come get this fat cock now if you want it boy. Don’t bother showering from the gym or anything. Just come get my dick in your mouth.” My cock throbbed. I don’t know why but there was something about him, the way he talked, or maybe just the sight of his absolutely perfect cock. Whatever it was that something overruled the rest of my brain. I pulled a shirt on, slipped into some shoes, and grabbed my keys. He only lived ten blocks downtown from me and I had walked half way there before I remembered I didn’t know what he looked like. In another half-block I decided I didn’t care. I had no idea how much things were going to change for me over the next few hours and days. I got to his apartment as quickly as I could. I buzzed the door. A somewhat gruff if tinny voice came across the speaker saying only "Third floor,” as the door lock clicked open. The stairs were at the back of the building. As I walked down the typical narrow New York apartment building hallway I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then, there I was, right in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. There was a brief pause and then the door opened. There he stood, the most perfect man I had ever seen. I had been prepared for some troll with a good body, but the man who stood before me was stunning. He had a broad, strong, handsome face, and a thick black mustache across his whole top lip. His tight black t-shirt was stretched thin across his wide muscular chest and a thick tuft of chest hair stuck up from the collar. He clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, and through his thin basketball shorts I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock. “Get in here boy,” his resonant baritone voice rumbling in my chest. “And strip.” I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. Without thought or hesitation I stripped off my clothes, even though I was a little surprised. My experience had been that a guy who just wanted his dick sucked would simply whip it out, and neither of us would actually get undressed. This man however, clearly had different ideas. “Good boy. I’m Michael,” he said, and I blushed a little realizing along with not asking what he looked like I also hadn’t asked his name. For a split second I asked myself what kind of spell had he placed over me. “Stephen,” I replied. “That’s great, but from now on you will address me as 'Sir' and I will address you 'Boy'. Is that clear?” I nodded. “When I ask you a question you respond with ‘Yes Sir’, boy.” “Yes Sir” I replied immediately replied. I had no idea why I was saying it but it made my cock hard to do so. I think I was harder than I had ever been before. My mouth was watering I wanted so badly to get my lips around that cock. “Now, let’s get you what you came here for.” With that he pulled his shirt off revealing the torso from his profile photo. His thick chest hair swirled over strong muscular pecs, his middle was thick with muscles without ever really manifesting into a six pack. He looked like the sort of man who gained his bulk from physical work not the gym. He walked over to the couch, and just before he sat down he pushed his gym sorts off revealing his perfect cock. I stared at it, half hard, sticking up slightly from his crotch but still too soft to fully lift its own weight. “Well,” he said shaking his cock at me, “come wrap those pretty dick sucking lips around my cock, boy.” I basically sprinted the few feet between us and fell to my knees between his legs. His crotch smelled musty, of sweat and testosterone. I loved it. Hungrily I licked around his head, pulling the still mostly soft cock into my mouth. I felt it start to harden as I swallowed the shaft down. It grew thicker and thicker in my mouth with each bob of my head. I was in heaven. My own cock was hard as a rock, and I moved to jerk it slowly as I sucked him but Sir had other ideas. “Get your fucking hand off your cock. Did I say you could jerk off? No, you get off when I say you can boy.” He shoved my head down hard, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I gagged a little but just kept swallowing. I wanted his load down my throat more than anything in the world and I was willing to work for it. I swallowed him to the balls, my nose nestled deep in his pubes breathing in his scent. His hands drifted from the back of my head down my body as he leaned forward. His cock thrust forward, shoving more than I thought possible down my throat, my eyes were watering, and I was so focused on what I was doing that I barely noticed his hand reach my ass. My body however responded for me. I felt my back arch, and my ass stick out more as I stuck my tongue out and licked at his balls. I was light headed and it was as if there was no more air left in my body but I didn’t care: I needed his load in my stomach. One of his fingers rubbed against my hole, and to my own surprise I moaned around his cock. The more I sucked him, and the more he teased my hole the more I started to think that I might want him to fuck me. It seemed crazy at the time, I probably hadn’t bottomed in over a year, but now I was starting to think I wanted this massive cock inside me. He must have read my mind, “I think you want more than to just swallow my cock don’t you boy. I should have known, boys like you always end up begging me to fuck them.” I pulled off of his cock, “Honestly, Sir, I really did just come here to swallow your load.” “Hmmmm, you might be telling the truth, but now that I’ve seen that nice furry ass I have some other ideas of my own.” My heart thudded hard in my chest, was I ready to be fucked by this cock, could I take it, did I want to? “Follow me.” He pushed me back and got up off the couch, his cock sticking straight out from his body. I followed him into the bedroom where he lay down on the bed. “Sit on my face boy, I’m gonna eat that pussy while you blow me.” I’d never had my hole called a pussy before and my heart skipped a beat. Quickly I climbed up on the bed and pushed my ass back onto his face, and then bent forward to swallow his cock again. “Mmmmmm,” he growled, “still nice and ripe from the gym. Good boy.” His tongue brushed against my hole and I gasped. I had only been rimmed once before and I don’t think the guy was very into it. Sir, however, was very into it. His tongue first lapped across my hole, flicking against my tight pucker, then started to swirl around the outside of it coating my hole in lots and lots of spit. I moaned and panted as I went back to swallowing his cock. Sir’s hands were on either side of my hips pulling my ass back onto his face, pushing his nose tight into my crack. I felt his tongue start to push against my hole lightly and my whole body seemed to start to go slack. It was as if he was pushing some button inside of me that I hadn’t known existed until then. My body was turning to putty in his hands. I sloppily swallowed his cock while steadily pushing my hips back against his face. He pushed his tongue harder against my tight hole as I shoved back into him and I felt myself start to open for him. My tight pucker started slowly to part, and give way to his slow but steady onslaught. I groaned and pulled myself up off his cock and rocked back, putting most of my weight on him. His tongue pushed into me, opening me up, and I felt my hole bloom open. I had never felt anything like this before. My whole body was electrified, his mustache rubbed against my hole as he moved his tongue around. I felt myself getting more and more loose and the little voice in the back of my mind that had started to think I might want to get fucked was steadily growing to a yell. I bounced a little on his tongue and felt him growl his satisfaction into my hole. Sir gave me a hard shove and pushed my ass off of his face. "Get on your back pig,” he ordered. I flipped off of him and lay flat on my back. Sir stood-up, moving between my legs. My cock was rock hard, harder than I think it had ever been. A steady stream of precum oozed down my shaft. “You’ve got a tight pussy boy,” he said putting my legs on his shoulders. "Maybe you told the truth in your profile and you are more of an oral boy. But by the way you were pushing that hole back onto my tongue tells me you’re ready to change that.” “Change that, Sir?” “I’m going to do you a favor today. I’m going to make you my boy. I was just going to send you home with one of my loads in your stomach but I think instead I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing and fill your gut with my cum.” “I… um… I…” I stammered, then I felt his cock head brush against my wet hole. Initially I froze, my whole body tensed, but then, as if on command, my body seemed to relax and slid down closer to him. My jaw unclenched, my shoulders relaxed, I let out a breath, the knots came out of my stomach, and my hole seemed for a moment to loosen and twitch allowing just the very tip of his blunt cock head to press inside. “Good boy,” he said and carefully dropped a big glob of spit onto his cock and my hole. He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine and said in a deep rough whisper, “deep breath in, count to three and the let it out slowly.” I did as he said, breath in, one, two, three, and then out slowly. The rest of the tension went out of my body and as it did he pressed his cock into my hole. “Mmmmm, feel that pussy opening up for me. Deep breath in again, boy. A lot more cock still needs to slip into that boy hole.” We repeated the deep breath process three more times before he said, “There we go.” I felt him push the last part of his cock into me and his balls come to rest on my ass. My head was sipping. My hole had never been so full, all of the other times I had been fucked I had felt stuffed, or pushed, but this was different. This was a glorious feeling of being opened up, my whole body was on fire with excitement and lust. My cock was pouring out precum, and my hole seemed desperate for more. “How does that feel, boy?” “Amazing, Sir,” I panted. “I knew you’d like Sir’s big cock in that sweet pussy. You want Sir to fuck you, don’t you boy?” “Yes, please, Sir.” “You want Sir to give you his load, don’t you, boy?” “Yes Sir,” and as I answered I knew what was different. I understood what had changed. I had never been fucked bare before, this was the first raw cock I had ever taken. Removing that thin piece of latex had changed the world for me. “Good boy. I’m going to fill you up good.” He slowly withdrew his cock out of my hole commenting "I’m going to teach you how to be a real pussy boy. A hole this good shouldn’t be wasted on some cock sucker.” Just the tip of his cock was inside me now, and as he continued to speak he pushed back inside me. I let out a long low moan. “This is the kind of ass that begs men like me to breed it. When I’m done with you, boy, you’ll be begging the next guy to hit you up on Scruff to fuck your cunt, not your throat.” Again his balls slammed against my ass, and as he again made a slow withdraw Sir commented "I’m gonna train this pussy good, loosen you up, get you ready to just bend over and take whatever comes to you.” I felt my hole flex a little as the tip of his cock pulled against my ring from the inside. “You want that boy, don’t you? Now that you’ve felt Sir’s cock deep inside that pussy of yours, you know you want to feel like this all the time.” “Yes Sir,” I breathed. “Good boy. Push that pussy out for me, push it out against my cock.” I pushed out for him. I felt my hole open wider around his cock. Then he slammed back into me. The whole length of his cock in one quick thrust was thrust in its entirety into my hole. I yelled out but as his cock bottomed out in me the head struck something deep within me and my yell became a deep guttural moan. It was too perfect. Something inside of me had just broken. Some final barrier within my body was gone and my ass became his fuck hole. It was as if the rest of me didn’t exist, I was just a hole. My cock was completely forgotten, and all I could think about was wanting to feel like this more. “That was your second hole opening up for me boy. That was your hole taking its first step to being the pussy its destined to be.” With that he pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again. I grunted, like an animal in heat. My entire focus was on my hole and his cock. "Keep pushing it out for my boy. I want that cunt nice and sloppy when I’m done.” For ten minutes, probably, he pummeled my hole while I kept pushing out, keeping it open for him. I felt my hole changing. I felt myself getting looser. It was easier each time to take him, and he seemed to be getting deeper like he was rearranging my guts. I was in heaven. With each thrust I let out a deep low grunt and each time he pulled out completely I felt a sinking emptiness inside me. I needed this. Sweat started to build on both of us and the room started to smell of sex. It was intoxicating. You never got this just blowing a guy. Suddenly he grabbed me by my hips and in one swift motion flipped us so that he was now on his back and I was sitting on his lap completely impaled on his cock. “Ride me boy,” he instructed. So I did. I started to bounce hard, almost completely pulling-off his cock, only then to slam my ass back down, my balls bounding off of his stomach. There was a massive wet spot in the pelt of hair that covered his stomach from my drooling cock. I was yelling and moaning, I couldn’t help myself. I had never loved anything so much. I could feel every vein and ripple in his cock as it slid in and out of my slick hole. His head kept hitting new places inside of me sending fresh waves of ecstasy through me. My second hole was now as loose and my first and his cock had free reign over my hole. I have no idea how long I rode him but I could have done it forever. Sweat ran off of me and I could smell my own musk growing. Finally, after what was a beautiful lifetime he again grabbed me and tossed me onto my back. His cock came out of my hole as we rolled and once I was on my back he slammed back into me. This time was different though, there was a new energy to his fucking a roughness, a need that had to be fulfilled. I guessed at what was coming. “You ready for my load boy?” “Oh my God! Yes, Sir! Please, give me your load!” I practically shouted. “Good answer boy.” He pounded even harder, his rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing getting rough. The with a deep roar he slammed the full length of his cock into my body as I felt it swell and then being to pulse inside of me. For the first time ever I was taking a man’s load inside of me. I was being bred, and I loved it. I could feel every pulse of his cock, I felt warmth spread through my body. I was lost in euphoria. We stayed like that for a long minute. Both panting as we came down from the fuck. I still hadn’t cum but I felt a different kind of satisfaction. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out of my hole, and as he did so I began to feel a deep emptiness taking its place. Now empty and full of longing I looked at the man who had just bred me. A smile spread across his handsome face. He lent down and kissed me for the first time. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I felt his moustache against my lips. Then he sat up. “Good boy. You did well. So, here’s what happens next.” His fingers brushed my loose wet hole, “Think of it like a test.” He slid two fingers inside of me. “I’ve got some work to do so you’re going to go home,” a third finger was added, “You are not to shower,” the fingers started twisting around inside of me, “you are not to cum, you are not to let any of my load out of your hole.” Reaching over to the night stand, Sir pulled something out that I didn’t see. He spat on the object and then, removing his fingers from my hole, pressed it inside of me. It started out narrow and then flared so that it stretched my hole for a moment before popping inside. “You are not to remove this butt plug unless you are going to get fucked. Now this is the part where you get some choice in your test. Along with denying yourself the joy of cumming and staying the sweaty fucked out mess you are now, you will take at least two more loads today. When I am done with work at 7.30 tonight I will text you, and I will breed you again tonight and give you those two loads. But if you cannot wait that long, and something tells me that you won’t be able to, you are to get on Scruff and find another cock of no less than seven inches to breed this sweet little cunt in training.” He pushed hard against the butt plug. Involuntarily I moaned. "Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Now get out”

In London, and ready to load u too.

Another look Justin: Jeremy:

Chapter 12 – Larry and Hairy I’ve been describing a weekend at Brian’s place. We’ve played a lot in the past, and he has a great play space and lots of land for roaming around. We were now joined by Larry, Zach, and Joe. Brian had just fisted Greg, and Zach had worked over my hole. Larry walked over to the sling and settled in. “Who wants it?” he asked. I was ready and willing to fist his ass, so I walked over to the stool. Before I sat down, I grabbed the HungerFF that had been in Zach and shoved it in my ass. It was a good butt plug, too, and the ridges felt amazing. Larry nodded in approval when he saw me stuff my ass. I lubed up my hands and fingered Larry’s hole. It was wonderfully hairy and felt great. He seemed to be well opened up, so I got my whole hand ready to slide into him. I looked up at him, and he nodded, so I began to push. His ass took my hand easily. He slid down in the sling to take more of it in his ass, then started to fuck himself on my arm. I held it steady while he took a nice, long ride. His ass felt great inside as he moved my hand around inside him. Usually, Larry is more of a width player, but today, he seemed to be into depth. My arm was deeper in him than I ever recall seeing it, and he was still pulling it in. I felt his inner hole and started to massage the muscles there. He responded with a groan and another move forward, taking my arm deep inside him. I’d never been that deep in him before. Larry held up a hand and lifted up the poppers. I waited while he inhaled the mind-altering fumes and put the bottle down. Then, I started some small movements in his colon. That wasn’t enough for him. He started to move back and forth, making my hand leave his colon, then reenter it and on the next swing. He was enjoying himself greatly. Once he slowed down, I switched to some width play with him. I clenched my hand into a fist inside him, then pulled it back to his hole to give him an ultimate stretch. Then, I’d twist my hand around in his tightest space, letting my knuckles rub over the walls of his ass. Larry was moaning in pleasure as I did this, so I kept at it for a while, sometimes alternating hands to let him experience a different sensation. Then, I stuck four fingers from each hand into his ass and used them to pull his hole more open. I’d go left to right, then swing around to stretch from top to bottom. It was sexy to see the gape that he was developing from this play. I told him to take some poppers, and I’d really stretch his hole. He did, and once they took effect, I used my hands to pull his hole open and then slid my hands forward into his ass. I got all my fingers in, with the thumbs hanging out to stroke his hole. Next, I put one of my thumbs in and kept stroking his hole with the other thumb. Eventually, I got both thumbs in his hole, giving him an amazing stretch. When I shoved them in a little deeper, his cock pumped out some precum, which lay glistening on his hairy belly. Knowing that he had been riding a toy, I grabbed the Pegasus to use on his ass. He’d like this toy since it had a nice big head which felt great on entry. It was also long so that it would hit both width and depth for him. I lubed it up, but before sticking it in him, I leaned in and slurped up some of the fluid from his belly. Precum is so sweet and tasty! When I stood up, I was reminded again about the toy in my ass. The prolapse model felt amazing in my hole since all the ridges were rubbing me in all the right places. I sat back down and shoved the toy into Larry’s ass. He reacted to the initial entry since he didn’t know what toy I was using but then eased into the ride. This toy has a big head but is a pretty normal size the rest of the way. It does have another ridge that runs around it once it’s in, but that was an easy take for him. I fucked him with that toy for a while, certain the head had passed through his second sphincter. Larry was loving it and got even more excited when he sniffed some poppers while riding it. I just held the toy steady while he rode it up and down and in and out. He must have loved feeling that head in his colon. Larry slowed down and said that he was ready to get up. Zach came over and helped him out of the sling and then crawled in it himself. He looked at me and said, “Fist me deep.” When I looked at his ass, I was pleased to see some hair around his hole. His cock was also hard and drooling on his stomach. I licked up his fluids and sat down to fist his hole. I added more lube to my hands and some to his hole. As I slid the lube in and spread it around, I could tell that his hole was ready for use. I got him lubed up, put my hand at his hole, and asked if he was ready. He nodded, and I slipped my hand inside him. He was warm and soft inside, with a wide canal that had obviously been used before. I kept pushing until I hit an obstacle. It wasn’t his second hole, but I needed to maneuver my hand around it. Zach was enjoying the probing I was doing and, once I found the path, took more of my hand in him. There was just a bend to the right, and I was in his colon. No work was needed to get through this stud’s second hole. Instead, my hand slipped right in. I was up to the elbow before I knew it. Since I planned to spend some time there, I pulled back a bit and added more lube to my arm so that his hole was as happy as his colon. I entered fully again and started working my fingers around inside the deepest part of his ass. Zach picked up the poppers and offered some to me. I wanted to stay focused, so I shook my head. He did a few good huffs, and I watched the rush overtake his body. His ass opened up even more, and I started really fucking him deep. My arm was going in up to my elbow, and it seemed he might be able to take even more. That made me think of The Juicer. I pulled out and found the Juicer. I lubed it up and worked it into his ass. He took it all the way to the base in a single run. It was hot to think that this handsome guy had 18” of dildo inside his ass. He kept it in deep for a while and then asked me to work it in and out. He kept telling me to pull more out, and it almost got to the point where I was pulling it out before pushing it all the way back in. Zach was in heaven while I did this. When he had enough of that toy, I pulled it out slowly, twisting it all along the way. When it was about halfway out, I let go of it and let gravity take over. This lets the toy ride along his prostate as it falls out of his ass. He pumped out some more precum when the toy left. I plugged his ass with a Gape Keeper and got him out of the sling, but I licked up that precum first. We stumbled over to the bed, where Greg, Larry, and Brian had formed a fist circle. Greg was fisting Brian, Brian was fisting Larry, and Larry was fisting Greg. It looked hot as fuck, and they all were enjoying each other. Zach and I watched this fun for a while, playing in each other’s holes. We decided that it was time for a slam, and as we prepared the points, the other guys noticed and stopped their play. Obviously, they wanted to party some more, too.

I wanna see a natural, furry bush around a man's cock and balls. I don't want hairless. Sometimes a hairless cock can look fine, but most of the time they look weird. Personally, I don't shave. I've tried it before and the itching was pure hell. I swore never to shave my pubes off again. Maybe I'll trim, give my cock a bit more length outside the jungle, but never hairless. Then again, I love a hairy man.

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.

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

Chapter 13 – The End This is a weekend at Brian’s place. He’s got a nice, comfortable studio/cabin on his property where we’ve been playing all weekend. We’ve partied and played with each other and then with Lance and Vic. Both of them left, but we have three new guys over: Larry, Greg, and Zach. There’s been lots of ass work happening, and we’re about to do a slam with them. Prepping five points when you’re already spun can be tough, but we got it done. Larry, Brian, and I were all able to admin, so we took care of our buddies first and then slammed each other. Everyone was flying high, and eyes were glazed over in need. Hands started going to asses, and we decided to make a fist chain. Zach was in front, and he was being fisted by Brian. Brian was being fisted by Larry, Larry was fisting me, I was fisting Greg. Zach didn’t have anyone to fist, and Greg wasn’t getting fisted, but we decided that the best remedy for that was for us to rotate through the line. So, after a while, Zach moved the rear of the line to fist Greg, and now he was the one not being fisted. We kept moving the front guy to the rear to keep things equal, and everyone’s ass and hands were filled. This was fun but tiring. We were all on our knees, usually with a hand in someone else’s ass. We broke the chain and filtered off to different areas to play. I was ready to watch some deep fisting up close and knew that Zach could take some serious depth play. I suggested he get in the sling and let Larry work over his ass. They eagerly agreed, and Zach got into the sling. Before sitting down on the stool, Larry grabbed the Gape Keeper that he was riding earlier and shoved it in his ass. I picked up The Juicer since I wanted some depth play, too. I’d be watching and working the toy in my own ass, but I knew that it would go deep. Larry lubed up his hands again and slid them right inside Zach. There was no longer any resistance since we were well-spun and had been doing a lot of fisting. I had to lay down on the floor to get the toy into my hole because it’s so long and kind of squishy at the tip. It has a spiral shape, so once it’s in, I just screwed it into my ass. Once I got it about halfway in, I rose up to a crouch so that I could watch Larry and Zach. Larry was deep inside Zach’s ass. I could see a belly bulge on Zach’s stomach to show where Larry’s hand was. Zach reached for the poppers, and I found another bottle nearby that I opened. We synchronized our huffs and then capped the bottles. For me, this let the toy work its way deeper into my ass. I ended up bent forward on my knees so that I could get more of it in my ass. For Zach, he let Larry get even further into his colon. It was so exciting to see Larry’s hand crawling through Zach’s body. Zach said, “Make a fist inside me,” and the lump in his belly grew as Larry clenched his hand. Fuck, he was really deep inside Zach, and Zach was loving it. I realized that my ass was touching the ground, which meant that The Juicer was all the way inside me. This toy is seriously long, and it’s likely that this was the deepest I had ever been penetrated. Taking this let me seriously consider a fist ride like Larry was giving Zach now. Larry was in up to his elbow. He told me that Zach’s hole couldn’t take his elbow, so he pulled out some, and I applied more lube on and above his elbow. But try as he might, he couldn’t get any deeper. This was plenty deep, anyway! Larry was really working over Zach’s ass. He was twisting (so hot to see it happen in Zach’s body!) and moving back and forth. I let the toy in my ass come out so that I could suck on Zach’s dick and play around with his body. When I sucked his cock in my mouth, he rewarded me with a healthy spurt of fluid. It tasted great and got me wondering what other areas tasted like, so I went up to his armpit and stuck my mouth in there. He had that great smell of fresh sweat and T oozing out of his pit. Even though he was pretty smooth elsewhere, his pits were a forest of fur. I licked and nuzzled each one while Zach reached back to finger my hole. Larry decided to pull out. Zach looked at me and said, “Suck me while he’s pulling out.” So, I pulled his cock into my mouth and sucked on it while Larry went through a slow extraction. There were a few pumps of precum, and then, when Larry pulled all the way out, Zach started to piss in my mouth. He felt what was happening and looked down at me to see if it was OK. I let him know that it was fine with me. A little bit of chempiss, while bitter, is still hot. I kept sucking Zach after Larry’s hand was out. Then, Larry and I helped Zach out of the sling and got into a group hug. We were all making out and licking and fondling each other. This was a very sensual time, and we enjoyed the cuddling. Greg and Brian were engaged on the bed. Greg’s hairy hole was pointed up as he was on all fours on the bed. Brian was standing behind him, fisting down into his ass. After sucking Zach’s cock, I wanted more, so I slid my head down and took Greg’s dick in my mouth. He groaned when he felt my mouth wrap around him, and he, too, let out a few spurts of cum. Greg’s fur holds awesome scents, and I was enjoying my prime location. I could see Brian fisting him and was able to smell the aroma of his hairy bush and belly. Zach came over to Greg and said, “Give him some piss,” so Greg started to piss in my mouth. This was a larger amount than I’d gotten from Zach, and it was harder to swallow, but I didn’t spill any. When he was done, I got out from under Greg and announced to the room, “The next round of chempiss goes in my ass”. Larry grabbed my harness and pulled me to the sling. “You want it, you got it,” he said as I settled into the sling. Larry used fingers from both hands to open my hole. It opened easily and was soon presenting a nice gape. He kept his fingers from one hand in place to stretch me while he guided his dick in with the other. Once he was inside, he leaned into me and said, “Here it comes, pig,” and he let fly with his chempiss. This is my favorite way to take piss. It involves my ass, which is always a goal, and chempiss gives me a nice bounce. Larry stayed inside me when he was done pissing, acting as a temporary butt plug. Zach handed him a Lotus plug to keep the rest of the piss inside me. He pulled out, shoved the plug in, and told me that I needed to let his piss marinate in my ass. They pulled me out of the sling and laid me down on the bed. Zach propped my legs up on his shoulders while facing away from me. That way, the piss and the chems, could seep deep into my ass. Then Larry knelt in front of Zach, and Zach started rimming his ass. It was sexy to see these two guys enjoying each other in such a primal way, all while processing the chempiss from Larry. Since the sling was empty, Brian and Greg decided to put it to use. Greg got in, and Brian sat down in front of his hot, hairy hole. Other than fists, Greg had only taken HungerFF up his ass so far, and he asked for something bigger, so Brian went over to the duffel bag and rummaged around a bit. He pulled out the XXL Atlas. This thing was massive. It’s heavy and has a great taper to it. It starts out thin (well, what passes for thin on this beast), then gets wider in the middle before tapering down again. As he was walking back to the sling, he also grabbed the HungerFF. That got some more lube, and then Brian sat down on it, taking it all the way down. Once the Atlas was lubed up, Brian placed it at Greg’s hole. A fist is big, but this looked bigger. It certainly held its width throughout its entire length. Greg was going to have quite a ride on this toy. Brian pushed, and the toy started into Greg’s ass. It slid in easily until just before the halfway mark. Greg asked for a moment to get poppered up, and Brian just held the dildo in place while Greg was huffing on the brown bottle. Then, Greg reached back to open his ass some more, and Brian pushed. The toy went all the way in with this effort. Greg’s eyes popped open in surprise. It seems that he didn’t expect to get the full depth, too. But his look was one of pleasure, too. He had a massive dildo filling every crevice of his ass, and it was in him deep. Brian gave him some time to process the feelings, and then he started to move the dildo around. He was mostly just twisting it at this point, but there was some in and out too. It was thrilling to be watching this while still processing the chempiss in my ass and having Larry’s ass being rimmed by Zach right in front of me. The T in the piss was hitting me, and I was flying high. Soon, Brian started some larger movements and got to a point where he was seriously fucking Greg with this enormous toy. Brian would pull it back so that the widest part was just inside Zach, and then he’d shove it all the way back in again. Sometimes, Greg would be the one to instigate the reinsertion by sliding his ass down on the sling. Seeing Greg’s hairy hole devour this toy was genuinely sexy. These two played like this for a while, and then Greg looked at Brian and said, “Now, it’s your turn.” Brian pulled the Atlas out of Greg’s ass and set it aside. They swapped places and once Brian was in the sling, Greg took the HungerFF out of his ass. Greg stood up, put the toy on the stool, and sat down on it. Then, he picked up the Atlas. This needed some more lube for use in Brian’s ass. Greg lubed it up and then placed the head at Brian’s hole. Brian wanted some poppers before the insertion, so Greg teased his hole by slipping just the tip in while Brian was snorting the fumes. Once they hit, Greg pushed on the toy, getting Brian’s ass to open up and slide around the dildo. With the poppers, Greg got it all in with a single push. Brian reached down to feel around his ass and was surprised that he had taken the whole thing. Meanwhile, Larry and Zach ended their rim session. Zach moved out from my legs and said that he was going to take the plug out of my ass. I stood up, and Zach removed the plug. Some piss dripped out, but it seemed that I had absorbed most of it, plus all the chems in it. I was feeling great. Zach laid down on the edge of the bed, raised his legs, and said, “Eat my ass.” I knelt in front of him and happily shoved my face into his hairy hole. I licked and prodded his ass with my tongue, enjoying all the scents and tastes of a sweaty manhole. Zach lowered his legs, and I turned around, sitting on the floor against the bed, to watch the action in the sling. Greg was fucking Brian with the Atlas. With the width of this toy, this had to be an outrageous feeling. They both seemed to be really enjoying it. Brian was getting penetrated deep by the widest toy he’d ever taken, and Greg was watching Brian’s hairy hole as the toy drove in and out of it. All good things must end, and Zach, Greg, and Larry prepared to leave. We all spent some time relaxing, rehydrating, and talking before they got dressed to go home. This was an amazing session, and we knew that it would not be our last time together.

In my opinion the only way to continue the story and keep its credibility is to end this already long session, let the characters to rest and maybe, even in the same chapter, start a new session at least a week later otherwise the story slide in a twilight zone with hipersexuated godlike creatures. In any case don’t worry the story is hot and every chapter is FFuntastic. Maybe you should add a warning for newbies like this: FFisting has to be considered as like as an extreme activity, be aware of your and others body limits and respect them. Have FFun. 😁👊

I do like that!. The smoother the better for me but I also luv playing with guys who are hairy or even REALLY HAIRY works. One time I played with a guy who had a beautiful hairy chest and abdomen. His crotch and balls had a perfect model like look. He wanted me to shave him bald. He wasn't high when he asked but definitely wanted to get high. So we got HI and it took about an hour and a half. After I was finished shaving his chest he wanted to be hanging upside down for the rest of the shave...so he was and I did. I put a collar, leather jock and the boots he had worn on him. I put on my leather (not much) and we hit the lthr bar. Needless to say he was the hottest man there and went home with three really sleazy looking guys I knew. My baby had a very hot time.. I would have been jealous but I was too busy being raunchy with a different group.....what can I say.............

If you will allow me to offer another reason for the inattention paid to Mans Country in Chicago? Chuck and Dom were friends of ours. When Dom had passed (one of the early victims of hiv), Chuck simply never recovered from the loss. His interest in that fish store across the street waned, he just gradually lost interest in everything, He even sold off the Eagle, which moved down the street to the corner, and never did get off the ground, despite the efforts of some of us to offer "good business advice" to the new owner. It was tragic to see how Chuck just gradually lost interest in anything. He sold "the farm" up north, gradually sold off everything. That's what happened to Man's Country. The disrepair you mention was the byproduct of the loss of the love of his life. And, fyi, he "took care" of all the guys that needed to be helped out before he passed.

Me taking another anon dick n load!

Trimmed is fine, but otherwise natural for me. That applies to chest, pubes and hole.

So well written, thanks! I love it as you wrote it! And, another hot variation could be to not have a poz tattoo. Unaware Andy insists on bb even though he's always played safe before. He just needs it natural with his first crush. Larry takes some convincing to enter Andy raw. When it's clear Larry is close to climax, Andy begs to be bred. Only then does Larry reveals his none medicated high viral load status and his plan to 'pull out.' While holding Larry's raw cock in deep, Andy's thoughts only have a second or two to vasilate. "Fuckin breed me, knock me up!" Andy moans. Before his words are fully out of his mouth he feels the hot toxic seed filling his guts. Larry is horrified and apologizes profusely. Andy appeases Larry's worries by cleaning the toxic cock , sucking it back into full erect stature and dropping his ass back onto it for round two filled with Andy's none stop poz cum slut diatribe. By morning Andy has five of Larry's poison loads seeping into his system. His parting words as he leaves Larry's door; "I do so hope your gift takes." Larry, still a bit skeptical; "Are you sure?" Andy;"Never more sure of anything in my life!"

My cunt being bred. Probably the guy who pozzed me.

thick Chinese cock bred me😈😈

GREAT! HARD. He was high and pounded harder than the films and im not bragging. truth.

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.

Chapter 4 At this point it dawns on me that I'm in what might be described as a bit of a pickle. High as a kite, tied up, cuffed, and suspended from a sling in a room at a Travelodge, which presumably isn't entirely unfamiliar with such activities. The bed strewn with all manner of sexual paraphernalia. Not exactly the image of the upstanding citizen that I've been cultivating. The real issue, though, is the plastic baggie on the dresser containing ten grams of methamphetamine crystals. A stupid, ridiculous, unnecessary amount. What we're doing now, sharing drugs, counts as supply: easily enough to put us both in prison for a life-fucking amount of time. This was not part of the plan for this evening's entertainment. More knocking, a baritone "Police. Open the door please sir." We are so fucked. M freezes, then raises his fingers to his lips: keep quiet. Then he's gone, moving towards the dresser and the door. I try to twist my body round so I can see what's happening, but that just makes the sling clank loudly, so I give up and just stare at the ceiling. I hear the toilet flushing and pray it's M getting rid of the drugs. The door cracks open and light from the hallway floods into our dark little hobbit-hole. I hear M's voice, low almost to the point of whispering, and the deeper voice of the interloper. But I can't make out the words. Then there are two uniformed police constables standing above me. Big guys, maybe in their forties. Looking down at me with expressions of amused disgust. "You're under arrest for the possession and supply of class A drugs," says the bigger one. And some legalese about anything you say in a court of law or whatever it is, I know the words but right now they're not sinking in. "He's off his face," I hear M's voice behind them and then he is standing next to them. "But feel free to give him some more." "Nice easy score, thanks very much," says the first copper. He bends down close to me, so I can smell his breath. "Dirty little bumboy," he half-whispers, half grunts. "Think you can wander around doing whatever you like and get away with it." I hear the sound of a zipper. "You're about to get a lesson, boy," he pants, grabbing my throat and forcing my head back. He jams his fingers into my mouth and forces it open. I moan in protest but all I get is a slap for my trouble - a hard slap that makes me see stars, and sends a rush of panic and pleasure down my whole body. That was no love-tap, the way M slaps me when he fucks me. He means business. Then his blunt, smelly, spongy cock head is pushing into my mouth. He pushes into my throat so fast I don't have time to get away. His fat shaft fills my throat, pushing my nose into his hairy balls. I try and breathe in but there's no air. Instinctively I struggle and squirm to try and get free, to be able to breathe again. But he's holding my throat in a vice like grip, squeezing down tight and fucking into my throat. I panic and buck even harder, fighting for air. But there's no quarter. I can feel blackness rising around me. Suddenly he pulls out, looking down contemptuously as I gasp to fill my lungs. "Want some air, do you boy," he snarls. "Too bad." The poppers-soaked towel is held down on my nose and mouth again. And with that he plunges in deep again, this time choking me even harder, balls deep and then all the way out, I'm just about managing to gasp in a bit of air now and then, but I'm gagging and retching with how deep his cock is going down my throat. I'm panicking again as I run out of air, but he just keeps fucking into my throat, grunting things like "fucking take it". I can feel the other constable move between my outstretched legs and grab my thighs. The sound of a zipper again and now I can feel a cock head at my arse, pushing insistently at my arse lips. "Buckle up son, it's going to be a long weekend."

4. “I’m going to keep you my horny little cock slut till you cant take it any longer. How does that sound boy?” “Thank you, Sir.” My cock throbbed against the cage but more importantly my hole pulsed around the plug still lodged deep inside of me. “Good boy. I’ve got a long night of pussy wrecking planned for you.” He grabbed me hard behind my head and drew me close to him. Roughly he stuffed his tongue in my mouth again, biting at my lip. He held me by my hair, tight against him. He bit my ear lightly and said “Go get on the bed with that cunt in the air. I’m ready to breed my pussy again.” I basically ran to the bedroom and leapt onto his bed. Sir followed slowly his cock swinging in front of him. I stuck my ass in the air and grabbed onto both cheeks the plug sticking straight up in the air. Sir grabbed the plug and slowly started to pull. As he did I felt my ass lips being pulled open. It took a long moment for my hole to open wide enough to let the plug base out. I gasped when it did and pushed back on it. Sir pushed the plug back into making me groan. He did it again, and again. Slowly working up to fucking me with the plug base. It snapped in and out of my hole and I pushed back against it till my hole barely closed around the plug each time. Finally, Sir tore the plug from me completely with a wet sound, my face was buried in the mattress after the plug fucking and I only heard him spit and then felt his cock head dive into my ruined hole. He slammed all the way in with one stroke. I grunted but my hole was so open I felt nothing but pleasure. I reached back behind me and held my hole open for him. “Damn this pussy has loosened up better than I thought,” Sir said as he pulled his cock completely out of me and then slammed back in. “You’ll be taking my fist in your cunt in no time boy. You’re rings already starting to look nice and blown out.” I felt something else slide into my hole and realized he had stiffed two fingers into my hole next to his cock. He was fingering me and fucking me and I could take it no problem. My hole, I now came to understand, had always been meant to be fucked, I had just been doing it wrong. Sir pummeled my hole. He pounded me harder and harder, getting his cock as deep as it would go. At some point I he worked two more fingers into me. When his breathing finally started to change and I knew he was getting close he had three fingers in my hole next to his cock and he had flipped me on my back. As Sir’s pace began to change I started to understand why Sir called my hole a pussy and a cunt. That was how I felt, a loose hole made for cock. My cunt felt so good stretched around Sirs cock. This was who I was supposed to be. Just then Sir slammed his cock as deep as it would go and pulled his fingers from my cunt. His cock throbbed deep inside of me as he deposited his seed. Sir put the slick fingers that had just been in my hole next to my lips and without being told to I opened up and licked the cum and ass juice off of them greedily. Sir smiled at me, his forehead slick with sweat. Once his cock had softened he pulled out of me. “Stay right there,” he said. He opened the same draw he had when he pulled me the first time and pulled out a bigger plug. He lugged a big glob of spit onto its head and rubbed it on my gaping pussy. It popped in easily, and I smiled. “Good boy. You’ve passed the first tests with flying colors.” “Thank you, Sir!” “Now, let’s see how well you do with the rest of the night. Are you ready for the next test boy?” “Yes, Sir!” “Good, get dressed. You’re going to visit a friend of mine.”

3. Cum was dripping down the inside of my leg. My hole felt wet and slick, stuffed fill still with the plug. I turned around and sat down hard on the plug, pushing it deeper into my hole. I felt used. My cock was soft but still dripping precum. All I could thing about was how good my hole felt getting fucked, I wanted more. I needed more. I looked at my phone. Sir wouldn’t be free for another hour yet. Could I make it for another hour without even jerking off? A hunger had been awoken inside of me and it felt almost impossible to resist. Without realizing it I had started to bounce slowly on my couch, rocking my plug back and forth in my hole. A small moan slipped out of my mouth and I opened Scruff again. I messaged the daddy who just left to say thank you for breeding me, and then as I started to scroll Sir texted me. “How’s that pussy? I bet you just got it filled again, didn’t you boy?” How did he know! “I did Sir,” I texted back, “how did you know?” “A hungry cunt like yours can’t stay empty for long. Who bred you?” “A hung daddy from Scruff… honestly I didn’t ask his name.” “Good pig.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Are you still plugged?” “Yes Sir.” “Excellent. I’m done with work early. You ready to for Sir to work that pussy open more boy?” “Fuck yes, Sir!” “Come over now.” I grabbed the same clothes I had on earlier and pulled them on as quickly as I could. I practically ran out of the door. Quickly as I could, keeping the plug tight in my hole, I basically jogged to Sir’s apartment. I buzzed his door and the door clicked open. When I got to his apartment door it opened before I could knock, and there he stood again, completely naked, his magnificent cock half hard already. He grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me inside. Still holding my shirt, he shoved his tongue in my mouth, his other hand drifting to my ass quickly finding the plug in my hole and pushing on it. I moaned into his mouth as he worked the plug in my hole. He broke the kiss just as suddenly as he had started it and practically ripped my shirt off over my head. I shoved my pants down, and kicked my shoes off without pulling away from his grasp and Sir growled his approval. “I could tell you were going to be a good pig. You’re going to make an excellent cunt.” He spun me around and shoved me against the wall. “Stick that ass out for me boy.” I obeyed, shoving my ass towards him and arching my back, my arms braced against the wall. I had expected him to play with the plug, maybe eat me out again. What he did however was like nothing I had ever felt. He pulled the plug part way out of my hole, lobbed a big glob of spit onto my open hole and then shoved two fingers in next to the plug. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of my hole, forcing more and more of the plug back into me till finally I had both the fully knotted plug and two of Sir’s thick fingers stretching my hole. I was like putty in his hands, whimpering and moaning as he ruined my hole. “Look at those nice pussy lips starting to form. This is going to be an amazing cunt. I’m going to ruin you boy. You’re going to be nothing but a wet loose hole for men to breed. Is that what you want boy?” “Yes Sir! Ruin me please." “Good boy. You couldn’t help yourself this afternoon, could you? You needed more cock.” “I did Sir.” “I bet your cock hasn’t stopped dripping precum since you left here.” “It hasn’t Sir! I'm so horny.” “Perfect, and I know just the way to keep you like that. Come with me boy.” Holding the plug in place, Sir pulled his fingers from my hole and led me into the kitchen. “Stand right there boy.” Sir went to the freezer and pulled a handful of ice out, along with a small clear plastic object I couldn’t quite make out. With a wicked smile on his face Sir walked back to me and grabbed hold of my cock with his hand full of ice. It was so cold I gasped and tried to pull away but Sir held firm. “Stay still boy, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to get your boy dick to go down a little.” I tried to steady my breathing and relax. Slowly I felt my dick going soft in his freezing hand. After what seemed like forever he took his hand away and then, tossing the ice into the sink, started to pull my cock and balls through what looked like a clear cock ring. Then he pushed a small clear shaft over my cock, it too was cold and I my cock shrunk a little bit more. Sir pushed the sheath over my cock and then connected it to the cock ring. He produced a small cylinder on a key from somewhere and locked the two together. I now had a small clear cock cage locked over my cock. “Now you can only cum when I want you to.”

Gets really busy with 100+ guys on naked Sat. Bear Fridays apparently busy too. Clean, good value, free tea & coffee! Friendly staff, horny clientele. Lots of regulars, lots of new faces from London & SE. On-street parking nearby, car parks too. Also walking distance to Rochester or Chatham stations. And mostly BB action on the 3 floors 😎

I really don't know what's real anymore. It seems like something he'd do and sell. Yet endnotes suggest ai. Thanks for the entertainment 😂

Awesome writing, loving this dedicated FFist ass play writing …… looking forward to the next chapter 😈🐷

In my experience, it can happen in every hotel anywhere in the world 🙈

I had no idea how much history was behind Man’s Country in Chicago. I was last there in 2004 and suddenly that’s 20 years ago and even the building’s gone. Chicago is very lucky to have Steamworks but I enjoyed them both when i was last in that town.

I don't have any hair left on my head so I keep that shaved. But the rest of me is furry as fuck, including my back. I prefer hairy over smooth, but lots of smooth guys are hot as fuck, too. Hell, I just like men and dick. Ironically, the least hairy part of me is my big fat ass (it's still a really nice ass though).

In D.C. also, looking for toxic loads

First time I had a dick in my mouth was 9 with a friend that we dared each other to put it in our mouths. first proper blowjob given was when I was 12

I was thinking the same thing. The buildup is so much fun.

Part 5 Uncle Chester set up the game mat in the living room. Already, I knew this game was going to include a lot of contact. Some part of me thought it was deliberate. But perhaps a simple game would be fun. I hadn’t played Twister in a long time. Uncle had a semi hard dick. It had calmed down since the bedroom, but it still had some energy in it. When everything was set up, he was stroking it a little. “Alright Will you know the objective, right? Keep touching the correct dots without falling?” "Yeah, I remember.” “But the real trick to it is to try and position your body so you can make the other guy stumble. It can be pretty rowdy with the right players.” “I see what you mean. I usually had a hard time keeping upright, so I didn’t think to try and knock others down.” “I’m sure you’ll be limber enough to keep up with me.” He was playing with his cock more. It was getting harder again, despite having ejaculated earlier. “So if we’re both playing, who’s gonna spin the dial?” “I’ll be in charge of that. I’ll spin it for a while, then I’ll just call out random combinations when I can’t reach the spinner anymore. It’ll be the same thing. Now let’s get started.” Uncle Chester proceeded to spin the dial. Right foot red. We both positioned accordingly, and then he spun again and called out the results. It started out fun. The two of us were trying to find positions that would keep us stable and laughing at the contortion attempts. Uncle was more limber than I thought. He kept up with my every move. But as I initially suspected, it didn’t take long before uncle Chester’s dick started rubbing up against me. Every new move he called out caused it to rub up against me more, and each time it felt more erect. I was trying not to mind it. It was just his quirky personality after all. As our bodies were getting intertwined with each new improvised move uncle Chester would call out I was having a hard time keeping balance. I was in a position where I was basically on all fours. Then uncle called ‘left foot green’. I was able to move my foot OK enough, but uncle had to swing his leg over me to plant his foot down. When he did, he ended up straddling me. It was humorous at first, but once he was situated his massive tool between his legs swung up to slap me in the ass. “Oh, this is an interesting position. How are you going to navigate around my cock?“ He wiggled his hips a few times, causing his dick to slide between my cheeks and press up against my asshole. “This would be easier if you didn’t have an erection, uncle. How are you still hard?“ “I take plenty of pills to keep me going. Gotta admit the heat coming off of your greased up hole is contributing to it.“ “Greased?“ “You still have a good amount of Vaseline from the shower down there, making your ass slippery.“ He then called out another limb and color. His arm ended up wrapped around my neck. His body ensnaring me further. “Perhaps you should move it? It seems to be making the game harder with it poking me.” “I have a better idea.“ That’s when uncle Chester, thrust his hips forward, and his cock abruptly plunged into my ass. “Ah! Holy shit! Uncle, it went in! Your cock is in me!” The intrusion was quick and effortless; my lubed-up ass couldn’t give any resistance to it. "Oh relax, Will. I’m just putting it somewhere safe so we can continue playing easier. Besides, that’s only half of my length.“ He called out another color along with the right foot. With our new positions, uncle’s hips went further towards me, and more of his length slid deep into my ass. “Agh! Uncle Chester, we’re having sex! I know you like being naked, but I think this is crossing a line.“ “We’re not having sex. I’m just keeping it firmly planted in you for convenience. Believe me, if we were having sex, you would know. Your ass would be taking a very rough pounding. Besides, you were inside my ass earlier, and it was no big deal. Right now, my little friend down there is just popping in to say hi. It really likes you, Will. Your insides are so warm and inviting. You can handle the insertion just for the duration of the game, can’t you?“ “But uncle, you’re poz…” “Yeah, that gives me an idea. Hey Will. How about we make this interesting? If I win the game, you let me fuck you and cum inside your guts. If you win, then I’ll give you a special treat later. Sound fun?“ It was hard to concentrate; the feeling of uncle’s cock inside me was making it difficult to play the game. Sure, it felt similar to the shower with the dildo, but this was my uncle's raw cock. “Fuck me? Cum inside me? But won’t I get HIV?” “Not if you win. You’re a young, fit man. I am fairly certain you can handle it. It’s a safe bet. I am getting too old for this game anyway, so I figured I’d put in some ridiculous steaks that I am sure I won’t achieve. Come on, don’t be so serious. We’re having fun, right?” “I guess so.” "Fantastic, then it’s agreed; if I win, I get to poz my nephew's ass." Wait, did I actually agree to that? Before I could interject any further, uncle Chester called out a new position and ended up giving my ass another hard hump. His cock gave a hard knock inside me, causing me to grunt, half in pain and half in pleasure. As the game went on, uncle managed to keep his cock inside me. There were some positions where I was able to pull my ass away slightly, but he was always keeping it in. A lot of the positions he called for caused his hips to plunge into me. His hips didn’t meet my ass though. His cock was too big for that. With each position change, he was more aggressive than the last, my guts got a bit of a beating from him. “Agh, ah! Uncle, weren’t you supposed to wait till after the game before you fucked me?“ “Oh you silly boy, you think that is fucking you. These are just simple maneuvers to make the game easier. That’s not how I fuck. Here, let me give you a preview of how I fuck, so you’ll know when it happens.“ Uncle Chester pulled his hips away, and his cock slid almost all the way out. Then he gave a mighty thrust and jammed his cock all the way in. “Ah! Oh god!” He started slamming his hips into me, thrusting his cock in and out. My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of his massive cock demolishing my insides. He fucked like a jackhammer. He was very forceful and slammed his dick all the way down to the base. My insides were hurting as they were trying to accommodate the full length of him. I felt his balls slap against mine with each slam. The sounds his cock in my ass made were wet and sloppy. Taking a cock that big was definitely painful, but it also felt really good, and my body felt paralyzed by it. “Oh, fuck! Uncle… that’s too much! Oh, God!“ He didn’t say anything; he focused entirely on the merciless drilling into me. It was like we weren’t even playing the game at that point anymore. He was focused on fucking me there in the living room. I couldn’t help but moan with each balls deep slam. He was grunting every time his cock went all the way inside me. For such a skinny old man, he seemed to have unlimited energy. The sounds of my hole getting violated by his savage meat were lewd and gushy. Then he stopped. It was like a switch was flipped, and he resumed how he was previously. “See? That’s how I fuck. This right here. This is just simply keeping it snug inside of you.” He called out a new position and adjusted himself accordingly. My mind was foggy. My ass was sore, and my heart was racing. What just happened? It was like he transformed into a monster just a moment ago. My body was on fire, and I was having a hard time keeping my balance. “Uncle… that was…” I was out of breath. “Yeah, I know. I was building up to unload pretty quickly there as well. Good thing for you, I wasn’t fucking you for real, or else you would be flooded with some highly infectious poz cum by now.“ “Uncle…” I was having a hard time getting my words out. “…Please don’t cum in me.“ “Then keep playing the game, Will. You should put more effort in. As close as I am, there’s a good possibility I might shoot off in the middle of the action. Your ass feels so good. It’s definitely putting cracks in the dam.“ He called off a new position, and we both adjusted. The feeling of his hard cock deep inside me, gradually, thrusting with each move. I had to think about how to get him to trip. He was keeping up with the game better than I thought. He was able to move between the dots on the mat while giving more thrusts with his huge cock. That’s when I got an idea. The next position called out I thrust my ass back into him thrusting into me. “Oh, seems like you’re trying to encourage something to spill out. No complaints here, just surprised how eager you’re getting.” It may have hurt more to slam my ass into his cock on the position changes, but if it could break his focus, I was gonna go for it. A new position, another ass thrust. Uncle was giving multiple more jabs each time, and I was meeting him in kind. He was having a hard time calling out new positions as his hips kept digging into me and I was bouncing back into him, I could barely stand it. But on his last position call, he was more focused on digging into me. I noticed he didn’t have his hand on the correct dot. While his cock was still burrowed into my ass, I managed to point out that detail. “Ah… there. You loose uncle.” I motioned towards his improperly placed hand. His motions stopped, and then he noticed it too. “Oh crap. Well, look at that.” Having realized he lost, he let his body collapse onto mine, pinning me to the ground. When he did, I felt his cock stab deep into me. “Ow, agh!” I yelled a bit as my insides took a harsh skewering. Uncle was simply relaxing on top of me. “You cheeky little man. You used your ass against me, didn’t you? Well, that’s definitely a creative way to win.” He seemed amused by my victory. “Yeah, I think you can pull it out now…” I was trying to endure his length. It was far too big for me, even with the previous pounding he gave me during the game. Uncle took a moment to respond. Then he wiggled his hips back and forth, stirring me up inside. I grunted. “I suppose so. Shame really. You feel so good Will.” His hip-wiggling stopped, then he slowly lifted his hips and pulled his massive snake out of me. It was such a relief to have it out. I sat up and rubbed my ass a bit. It was sore but I was still intact. Then the realization kicked in. My poz uncle had his cock in me. Oh my god that was so reckless. I could have caught it. I didn’t even know if I already had it depending on how much he dripped pre inside me. He also had a pozzing fetish, but that wouldn’t apply to me, would it? I was his nephew. He wouldn’t have that kind of agenda. A conflicted part of me admittedly liked the feeling of such a huge cock inside me, but that was family. Sure, I may have had mine inside him very briefly, but taking his in me was an entirely different ballgame. "Hey, uncle Chester. Maybe we should do that again? You putting your dick inside me like that?” “Did it feel bad? Did I hurt you too much?” “No, it felt good, and it hurt a little, but I could handle it. But us having sex, well… doesn’t that seem wrong?” “Only if it feels wrong. Did my cock feel wrong inside you?” “No?” That didn’t feel like a simple question to answer. Sure, physically, it felt good, but I didn’t know how to articulate the nuances of the ethical… moral, eh fuck it, the messed up incest fucking we did. So all I could mutter was a simple ‘no’. “Then there’s nothing wrong with us feeling good together. But I get you. I’ll stay out of your ass for now.” He grabbed his cock and wiggled it in front of me. “But this fella may have other ideas, he he.” He sounded like he was joking, so I disregarded that last comment. So, like nothing happened at all; we were back to how we were. Uncle and nephew naked around the house and occupying our time. I was still feeling sore in my guts but that eventually passed. We played other board games, this time no insertion required. Uncle stayed hard for a lot of the day. It was like he was saving it for something. The evening came, and soon we were going to get ready for a night out. A chance to put some clothes on and see more of the city. Despite uncles mischievous behavior, I was still enjoying my time with him, but I was also looking forward to meeting other people and experiencing some gay nightlife. When it was time to go uncle took me to his room and we spent time getting dressed. Uncle Chester was going through several things and couldn’t decide what he wanted to wear. He modeled a few outfits for me and eventually decided on black jeans and a leather vest. His jeans did nothing to hide his dick size. I could still clearly see its size and shape like a shrink wrapped sausage. He wore a harness underneath which looked out of place on his small framed body. I put on the black pants he picked out for me and a black shirt. They were tight and showed off my entire form. They weren’t normally my style but if I was going to gay bars then I might as well get used to showing off a bit. Uncle Chester rubbed me up and down, feeling how well the clothes fit. But really it seemed like he just wanted to touch me. I didn’t mind. I was growing more accustomed to how he behaves. And narrowly avoiding begging pozzed by him earlier, getting felt up was no problem for me. We ordered an Uber to get to the bar district. There were plenty of places. Bars, street food vendors. It was a shady part of town and looked a little run down but in San Diego apparently most of the worth while gay areas were like this. Eventually, we arrived in a part of town that had darker buildings with a more industrial look to them. There were a lot of leather daddy types on the streets in this area. “Here it is, Will. One of my favorite places. I’m sure you’ll be popular here.” We wandered to a particular building that didn’t have a front door. We had to go around an alleyway to find the entrance. I was nervous and excited simultaneously. I had been to gay bars before. But this one was in a hard-core part of town. We wandered to a rusted door in an easy to miss corner of winding back alley walkways. Before heading in, uncle was playing with my rear end. Then I felt a draft. “Oh good, that does still work.” He had undone something back there, and now my ass was exposed. I tried to cover it up, but he zipped me back up. “Chester, what was that?” “Just an easy-access flap. I have a bunch of clothes with those. This pair is old, so I’m glad it still worked.” I wasn’t too sure if I was going to be utilizing the flap, but it was kind of hot knowing I was wearing such a kinky pair of pants. I was about to go in when uncle stopped me. "Oh, just one thing before we go. Don’t tell anyone you’re my nephew. If anyone asks, you’re my fuck buddy. It’ll be easier that way, alright?”

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

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It’s true that most claims of 20 and 30 loads on these boards are likely at least inflated if not fictional… but It actually does happen, and it doesn’t just happen to body-beautiful people. It can happen for men over 40 who have never set foot in a gym, but who have the sense to put themselves in the right location at an optimal time, who strategize how to make their availability obvious, and who are willing to take what comes along. I know this is true because it has happened to me, more than once. My personal best is 34, but at Indy CumUnions, I’ve had tallies of 24 and 23. I’m over 50 years old, and I have never been to a gym. I have no reason to lie about this, and indeed, I am very careful not to even embellish my narrative of my experiences on here because I fear no one will believe me when I’m telling the absolute truth. High load counts are, however, rare (there simply aren’t enough Tops to go around) and require a number of optimal factors to all converge at the same time, a lot like planets coming into alignment. The difference is, planets are predictable. With Tops, you can only set the stage as best you can at the best theatre you can get space in on the night with the best crowd, deliver your best performance, and hope for the best. It also has to be said that it isn’t always the muscles outside that make the difference. A bottom who’s a mediocre fuck isn’t going to reach the 20-load threshold because one of the key factors that makes it happen is the “You gotta try this” effect: Word of mouth. A bottom’s cunt has to be good enough that Tops can’t help telling other Tops how good it is, so that other Tops want to try it for themselves. I’ve worked very hard to train my ass to deliver quality, and it’s paid off. That’s not bragging; if a guy who works out at the gym tells me he can bench press 250, my equivalent is to say my cunt has taken more than 20 in a night.

I was 9 almost 10 but couldn’t suck to completion until I was 13. I have always loved sucking cock. I really love the taste of cum.

I loved barebacking guys in the sling at Gold Edition while being pissed on Mouth open, getting filled with piss, spitting into the bottom's mouth, while all the time banging my raw dick into his arse