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I was visiting Vancouver, Canada(I live in Ontario) and I was scrolling through the 'most woofed' on Scruff enjoying the eye candy. Of course I always check to see if they bb. I fall a little bit in love with all who do. OK, not love, but definitely lust. A message from a profile with no picture arrived on my screen. "Hi". So I check out the anonymous profile. 29 years old. Hairy. Into daddy's. Even though it says he prefers condoms I decide to humor him. "Hi back son." I type. Immediately I can see he's typing. When they are short messages why does it feel like forever for the message to arrive? "Hi Daddy" followed by the cutest picture of him lying down cuddling a teddy bear. He's fully clothed... wtf! But he is very cute with a dark complexion and he sent the picture without being asked so it's my turn to type. "Sexy pic son, thanks. Would you like to see daddies private pics? Warning, they are NSFW." " Yes daddy! please!!!!!" I send a pic of me standing naked on a Mexican beach, one of my raging hard cock, one of me sucking my Brazilian fuck buddy's cock, and one of that same fuck buddies raw cock up my ass. Oh, and my favorite, my hole dripping a fresh load out of it." He's quick to respond. "You need to put your big cock in my mouth. And then I need your big daddy dick in my ass." I set him straight right away; "And you can put your raw cock in my ass, son." "But I only bottom daddy. Do you ever top? I need you to fuck my boy hole." My response; "Only at the end of a bathhouse visit, and preferably, when I have a few guys loads painting my gut walls 💦💦💦💦💦"(I love using emogies in chats) He sends a number of messages before I can respond From him in quick succession;"So you do play bb daddy." "I need you to breed me with your big raw cock." "I want you to be my poz daddy." (I guess he'd gone back to read my profile more closely. Either that or he just wanted to ease into this topic. ) I looked more closely at his profile and there it was, "chaser". So I wrote back; "I hadn't looked closely enough. I see you are a chaser 💦💦☣️💦💦💦☣️💦💦💦💦☣️" "You want me to fuck you raw and shoot my poz cum in your neg boy hole?" "You want me to infect you with my toxic poz cum?" "Yes daddy, and then you will own me. I'll be your slave. You can do whatever you want with me then. Take me away from my vanilla boring daddy. He's on PreP, but I'm not. He brings guys home to fuck me. But I want you to be my poz daddy. I want you to own me. " "Have you been a bad boy son? Have you let men breed your sweet young ass?" "Yes daddy. My boyfriend brings them home to me. But I assume he checks them out. Makes sure their safe. But I don't take PreP and I want your poz babies to get into my blood stream. Then I'll be yours forever. I've never cheated on him but I want to with you." Your getting the picture, he just went on begging me over and over to gift him and claim him as my slave. He wasn't about to take no as an answer. Even when I told him; " I'm not toxic. I have no intention of going off my medication. I don't want a slave. " "I beg you daddy. What about a blood slam. Put your tainted blood right into my veins. I need to be pozzed by you so badly. " I found his begging so fuckin hot that I started tantalizing him. "If I were going to poz you son, make you my slave, the first thing I'd order you to do is dump your boyfriends PreP and fill his bottles with dud pills. When the PreP is out of his system introduce me to him. Let me seduce him into a threesome. Let him breed me in front of you. Then I'll tell him real men take it up the ass. He'll protest but together we'll be persuasive. He'll agree to let me put the tip in, I'll lie and promise not to cum. When I'm close you'll help me hold him down until I blast poz cum into his negative macho ass. You'll help me stealth your boyfriend. " The kid ate this up. He loved it! He sank right into my dark fantasy. This egged him on and he begged me relentlessly to drop my meds and gift him. This turned me on with it's deep perversion. I decided maybe it was time to meet in person. I told him I would under two conditions. 1) He bb fuck me first. 2) He pump two of his boy negative loads into me before I 'poz' him. He was too caught up in his own excitement to remember I'm undetectable. I wasn't about to remind him if I was going to get his loads. ... to be continued

Once again, thanks for all the feedback and responses. You all have no idea how nice it is to get input from other people. Same with the support from those who understand how writing on here can get sometimes. As for those not into smoking, I get it. Once I am done writing this story, I will try and make a modified version without it if I get enough people wanting it. It's not everyone's cup of tea as it were, however, I also write for another site dedicated solely to that fetish. As it stands right now, I just don't have enough time to write two separate versions. Anyway, this update is the longest one yet at over 3200 words, and almost 8500 words total for the story so far. Kudos to anyone who can guess what's going on at the end of it. I hope you all enjoy. -------- Part 4: Descent into Madness Mike slowly led around the club, stopping occasionally to chat with random guys, whispering things to them or smacking their asses. I stood back, only barely feeling awkward as I continued taking regular inhales on the red in my mouth. I was amazed at the number of smokers in the club; nearly every single guy was smoking. Random guys walking past, puffing away on cigarettes or cigars. A few even would give me a nod or even cop the occasional feel. After a while, I finished the cigarette, dropped it to the ground, and crushed it out as I had seen many of the other guys doing. Finally, we made our way back to the locker room. I looked at Mike quizically, only getting a smile from him before he led me to his locker. “Got to get some more stuff from my locker, pig,” he said, as we walked over to the opposite side of the locker room. Rounding the corner, I suddenly had to stop in my tracks. Fuck. Not two lockers away from Mike’s was what had to be both my worst nightmare and best dream. Christopher Greyson. We shared three classes at the community college, and he always to me came off as kind of a slacker, mostly a frat boy douchebag, and until this moment, very much straight. He stood well over 6 foot tall, with jet black hair, warm brown eyes, a full beard, muscled, and with his always present backward baseball cap. I was amazed, honestly. He had a body to die for and was hands down the most popular guy in the school. Although I knew he had a few tattoos, which would stick out from the sleeves of his t-shirts in class, I was impressed at how many he had all over his body, with quite a few peeking out from under the top of his still-present jeans. This frankly annoying asshole was honestly everything I strove to be, and the main character in more than a few of my jerkoff fantasies. For the last two months, he’d been a royal pain in my ass, as we were stuck in a group Econ project together. The bastard was notorious for not showing up to group meetings, tended to be a bit of an asshole whenever someone asked him someone, and yet somehow he was near the top of the class with me. It was people like him who annoyed me the most in class, able to skirt by with the minimum and still excel. Whereas I had to put in a real effort to get to the top of the class. I was snapped back to reality as Mike turned around, let out a quick whistle, and pointed to the bench in front of him. “Oy, pig,” he said, looking at me and then back down at the bench, “Take a seat for a few minutes.” Nervously, I walked over and took a seat, accepting the red he was holding out, and took a deep inhale as he lit it. He then turned around and began rummaging around in the locker, grabbing different things and putting them in a small leather knapsack, his body hiding everything from view. I sat there in silence, smoking as I took the occasional peek at Chris. I jumped as Mike suddenly broke the silence. “See you made it out tonight, fucker,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. At first, I was confused, not understanding what he meant by what he said. That was until Chris suddenly replied. “Fuck yeah, been waiting all month for this,” Chris replied, his deep voice ringing out. How does he know Mike, I wondered to myself, my mind truly blank as to how this would be. Chris is straight, or I thought he was. And yet, here he is, in a gay sex club, talking with the man who had just pissed down my throat like they did this every week. “Heh, I see you once again got the freshest piece of meat,” Chris continued, looking over at me. Surely, he didn’t recognize me, even if we were in the same group. Or rather, shared three classes. “Was practically drooling over me, bud,” Mike replied, lighting up another red as he casually started jacking his cock, “Great cock sucker and piss guzzler.” “Nice, hot fuck from the sound of it,” Chris said, looking at me with a slight smirk as the two of them kept talking, almost as if I were a piece of furniture. I had to admit I’d rather him treating me like that instead of him recognizing me. The thought of someone from my regular life seeing me like this was not something I imagined in my fantasies. Part of me suddenly even wished I were dreaming. To have Chris fucking Greyson be here… I wasn’t sure how I felt. “Pig wants the full experience,” Mike continued, blowing out a cloud of smoke at Chris, “Practically a smoke virgin. Decided he wants everything. Ass gaped, dripping with cum.” “Damn, that IS hot,” Joey replied, rubbing his dick through his jeans for a moment before reaching into the locker and pulling out a leather harness, “I’m guessing anyone can have a crack at him tonight?” “I get first dibs on his ass,” Mike said, taking another drag on his cigarette, “But yeah, this pig is gonna take a load from everyone here tonight. But I suppose if you wanted, you could keep him company and sample his mouth before that happens, I'd be willing to share just this once.” “Oh?” Chris asked, a grin breaking out on his face as I involunarily let out a gulp, almost dropping the cigarette out of my mouth as I head what Mike suggested. “Yeah, got an errand to run for a second,” Mike answered, “And I got a favor to ask you in exchange too.” With that, I couldn’t hear anything as Mike leaned in and whispered to Chris for what felt like forever. I could only stare, watching as whatever Mike was saying to Chris caused him to grin and look down at me on the bench. Chris whispered something back, and Mike then turned to me. “Pig boy,” he said, running his hand through my hair as he pulled my already spent cigarette out of my mouth, “I expect you to take really good care of Chris here.” I could only nod, inwardly thankful he was only referring to me as random titles and not my real name. Chris would definitely recognize me if he did. “I want you to get a load of his thick cum down your gullet by the time I get back,” Mike said, gripping my hair tight in his hand as he spoke, “If I come back and his balls aren’t drained, then you’ll have shown me you aren’t ready for everything this place has to offer. Understood?” I nodded silently, and Mike released my hair. “Good boy,” he said, turning back to Chris, “Want anything before I go?” Chris thought for a second before replying. “Hmm, you got any of those Ogres left,” Chris asked, his attention now on securing the leather harness to his body, “That one the other day was amazing.” “You know it, you sexy little fuck,” Mike growled, turning back to his locker and pulling out a large green and brown cigar, “Already prepped. Need a light?” Grabbing the cigar, Chris ran it under his nose, inhaling deeply. “Nah,” he said, smiling as he reached into his own locker and pulled out a rather complex-looking lighter, “Thanks, Uncle.” Mike nodded and turned around, walking away. It took a second for my brain to process the last thing that was said, the wheels spinning in place as the idiom goes. “Fucking love these,” Chris said, expertly lighting the large ringed cigar in his mouth, bringing the tip to life and glowing a bright cherry red. Suddenly, it clicked into place in my mind. Chris’ uncle was Mike. Mike was Chris’s uncle. The similarities were impossible to miss. Chris could almost be a younger clone of Mike if I was honest. Why hadn’t I seen it? Chris clicked off the flame of the lighter, and taking a big puff, pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing the smoke at the tip, causing the flame that now was flickering on the tip to be snuffed out. “Much better,” Chris sighed, bringing the cigar back into the corner of his jaw, “Even better that I’ll be having Dillan Vincent, Mister Top of the Class himself, sucking my fat cock and swallowing my load.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, my mind screamed, Of course he knows exactly who I am. So much for getting to live out my dream incognito. Fuck! “Can’t say I’m not surprised you're a little cock sucking whore,” Chris said, “But at least I'm lucky to have the pleasure of sampling that pert little ass I’ve seen nearly every day of the semester.” “Look, Chris, I…. I’m just gonna go,” I said, no longer able to look him in the eye, shame and embarrassment flooding my body, “Just please don’t… don’t tell people as school.” Chris laughed to himself. Of course, the asshole is going to tell everyone. Maybe I could just take the rest of my classes pass/fail. Switch to a different class. Or maybe a different school in a different state. "Seriously, just... please..." I said, the overwhelming feeling of dejection taking me over. “Dude, fucking relax,” he said, taking a puff and blowing a cloud of smoke in my face, “You look like you’re gonna die or something. I’m just… well, I guess pleasantly shocked. Never took you, Mr. Teachers Pet, as a cum pig.” I couldn’t look up as he spoke. What was I thinking? How could I ever think I’d be able to do this tonight. “Seriously, don’t worry fucker,” Christ said, resting a hand on my shoulder, “It’s not like I’m gonna share this with anyone at school. I got a reputation to uphold as well." "This place is like Vegas in a way. What happens here, stays here. Well, mostly," he cotninued to muse out loud, I"n a way I guess? Some of it follows you out there, in more than one way. But yeah. Don't worry, we're cool.” I could only nod in agreement. Yeah, I guess it would be just as bad for him if he said something. “Hey, seriously though,” Chris said, moving his hand to my hair and pulling my head back to look up, “What Uncle Mike said… he wasn’t kidding.” I stared blankly at him, not sure where he was going. He began to unbutton his jeans, “If you really are wanting what he said... he’s gonna expect that you’ll have sucked me off by the time he gets back. We got some time, but… well, I think you need to get sucking. He really will kick you to the curb if you don’t follow instructions. And he kind of rules this place.” With that, Chris pulled his jeans off, revealing even more tattoos. One in particular, prominently placed just above his huge, semi-hard cock, got my attention the most. Tossing his jeans in the locker, he turned around and grabbed his dick, shaking it at me as it continued to grow and harden. “Like what you see,” he asked, taking a puff on his cigar, blowing a thick cloud down at his now-massive thick cock. It easily had to be 11 inches long in my estimate, and easily as thick as a soda can. Jesus, I thought to myself, life isn’t fair sometimes. Hung like a god damn donkey and a perfect body? “They used to call me Beer Can in high school,” Chris explained, gently tugging at the massive hunk of meat between his legs, “Also the odd Salami and Horse Cock.” “I… um, I can definitely tell why,” I said quietly, amazed and somewhat jealous. I watched as Chris took a huge puff on the cigar, clearly inhaling the smoke, and pulled it out of his mouth, rubbing the head of the cigar along the tattoo on his pelvis. “You know what this means, I hope” he asked, thick smoke drifting slowly out of his mouth as he spoke, “Cause this is your last warning. Most everyone here is part of the club.” I stared at the inky black trefoil design, artistically designed to have trails of inky rolling down the flat planes of his lower abdomen, surrounded by multiple colors in an almost rainbow pattern around it in a haze. I nodded and slowly reached out, tracing a few fingers across the edges, tracing the pattern. “It’s... uh... one of the reasons why I came,” I said in a low and quiet tone, amazed at myself for being able to form the words. Stepping closer, Chris began dragging the head of his giant cock across my lips, moving his hand to the top of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled back hard, causing me to yelp. “Fucking good answer, you little pig fuck,” he said, putting the cigar back in his mouth and taking a few puffs, “Open that dirty piss mouth of yours. I got a gift for it.” I complied and both saw and felt as he blew a massive cloud of smoke in my mouth. I inhaled, taking the smoke deep in my lungs. Chris let out a satified growl and smiled before spitting in my still open mouth. “I’m gonna love helping Uncle Mike break you in tonight,” Chris said, spitting again in my mouth before releasing my hair and shoving the cigar into the corner of his mouth. I felt as he put his hand back on my head and guided me onto his throbbing and now leaking cock. Slowly, I sucked it into my mouth, letting him snake his cock into my mouth and throat, trying to relax and breath as he plunged deeper, slowly working himself deep into my throat, essentially choking me. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, cigar smoke drifting out of his mouth, “Take my horse dick down that throat, you nasty piece of shit. Your piss gullet is so warm and tight.” I willed myself not to gag or throw up, letting my throat relax as best I could, secretly glad I had practiced with a huge dildo for the last few months. Slowly, he bottomed out and began pulling out, causing me to let out a tiny moan as he did. I slowly looked up as he pulled out. “Sweet fucking throat man,” he groaned, wrapping his hands around my throat, feeling himself sliding around in it, “Gonna love dumping a massive load of my potent baby makers down it and feed you. Gonna fill you up with as much of my spunk as I can tonight. And you're gonna take every last drop of them, aren't you?” I gave a slight nod, relaxing as he has he arched his head back, and grabbed my head with both hands. Slowly, he began to pick up pace, firmly fucking my head in a steady rhythm. “Take my fuck stick pig,” he said, pumping harder and faster, his balls beginning to slap against my chin, “Gonna fill your stomach with my special protein shake so you have plenty of energy for every slut here to breed you tonight.” I began to occasionally gag and he repeatedly bottomed out in my throat, causing me to grab onto his firm butt to steady myself. My throat began to feel slightly sore and stretched out at the assault he was laying into my face. “Can’t wait to dive into your sloppy hole later and destroy your guts with my giant cock,” he muttered, “Gonna shove every load you take deep inside your pristine hole and wreck it. Help feed you smoke all night and watch as you clean every fucking cock in this place after they squirt freely inside you.” I could feel my dick, still trapped in the cage, try and harden at the dirty things Chris was saying. “So fucking hot a preppy little fucker like you wants to be a part of this,” he growled, his dick sliding even faster in my mouth and throat, “Watch every dirty fucker in here have a turn on you. No loads refused.” I let out an involuntary moan, partly out of frustration at not being able to touch my dick for relief, but also in agreement at the perverted things he was saying. “Shit, I’m getting close,” he said suddenly, puling out of my mouth with and audible slurp. I coughed and drooled slightly, trying to reacclimate to not having his monster cock deep in my gullet. “Open up your mouth and start sucking on my dickhead, you fucker,” Chris said, puffing away on the cigar, his dick bouncing in front of me as he began jacking his cock hard and fast in front of my face, “I want to see you taste every drop of my dirty smoker cum.” I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to nurse on it. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot any second you little bitch boy,” he growled, his right hand hold my head in place as his left hand continued jacking himself off. I began trying to fuck his dickhole with my tongue. “Fuck, yeah, take it, oh…” he said, his body starting to tense up, muscles straining as he fought against his pending orgasm. Suddenly, I felt the first shot of cum flooding my mouth hard and fast. I began to swirl my tongue around, swallowing at the same time as he began to flood my mouth. “Shit, ugh, mmm, aaaagh,” he babbled incoherently, as his orgasm continued to flood my mouth. I was slightly shocked at how much cum he was shooting. Eventually, his orgasm slowed down to a mere dribble. Chris let out a low sigh, his legs slightly shaking. He slowly pushed me off his cock, and pulled up on the front of my harness to his level. “God DAMN, you give amazing head,” he remarked, pulling the half-smoked cigar out of his mouth as he pulled me into a half embrace. “Thanks,” I said breathlessly, unable to come up with a better answer as oxygen slowly flooded back into my brain after getting choked on the beast between his legs. “Come here,” he demanded, pulling me closer, “I want to swap smoke with you and taste myself in your mouth, you sexy fucking pig.” Slowly, he took a huge inhale off of the smoldering cigar, and locking lips with me, forced the smoke into me, running his tongue around in my mouth. We continued this for a few minutes, swapping smoke and making out. Suddenly, I felt a strange hand slowly begin to work itself in between my asscheeks. Breaking away, I tried to turn my head. “Don’t worry about him,” Chris said, pulling my face back to him, “Just relax and let him get you ready for tonight.” Slowly, I felt Chris begin to push my head down towards his cock, forcing me to begin to bend over. “Holy shit, Jordan,“ he said, presumably to the stranger now at my asshole, “You found that many already?” “Nah man,” the stranger, Jordan I assumed, replied, “Saved these over the last few nights in the freezer. Your uncle told me he would take care of the fresh ones and help you get this pig ready. In exchange, I get first dibs on working my magic on his hole.” I felt Chris shove his now softening cock into my face. Getting the message I opened up, and took it in my mouth. I began to suckle it as the stranger behind me began to force something cold, solid, and slick into my tight hole. “Fuck yeah, open your cum chute and take it,” Chris groaned as his bladder began to empty into my mouth. “This is so fucking dirty and hot,” Jordan replied, working even more of whatever it was into my hole, “Just like your 18th birthday, huh, Chris?” “You know how he gets,” Chris continued to groan, as his bladder continued filling my mouth, causing me to drink down as fast as I could, “Any time he hears someone wants to convert into being a total fucking pig, he goes all out.” “KNowning how you turned out, I can’t wait to see how perverted he turns this one,” Jordan chuckled, as another cold, slick lump was shoved up my hole. Chris's dick quickly slowed to a dribble, as the man behind me continued to work on my ass. Another trial down, and one step closer to my total destruction.

Part 20 Somehow I woke up before Colt did. I was still being held tightly in his arms, his face buried deep in my neck. I relished this calm before the storm. I had to piss, not bad, I could hold it. I didn't dare piss without his permission. He told me that already. The clock said 10:00 and I debated about waking Colt. But I decided to leave him be after such a long drive. I cherished the feeling of his naked skin against mine and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I reached back and grabbed his soft penis, and just held it. The motel was alive around us as the college kids were coming to life after partying again all night. I honed in on the loud, masculine ones and started to get hard in the cage. And it was really starting to hurt. My dick was sore from the spikes. But I knew my suffering was what Colt wanted. And pleasing him made me happy. My pussy started to ache as I thought about all the hot guys right outside my door. And their cocks. And wanting their cocks breeding my pussy. I was lusting for cock like a whore, and I knew that would make Colt happy too. It was 10:45 before Colt finally woke up. "This is how I should wake up every morning." He whispered in my ear, his big arms squeezing me tighter. "Naked, with my whore, and his hand on my cock. Because my bitch can never get enough of daddy's cock." I moaned instinctively as I ground my ass against him. "But I gotta piss bitch. And I need a toilet. So get that toilet mouth on my cock!" He grabbed my hair and shoved my open mouth on his dick. I clamped it shut and he let loose with a torrent of hot, rank piss. I gulped it down as Colt rubbed my head and made little grunting sounds. When I had swallowed every drop, Colt gave me permission to relieve myself. Of course, I had to crawl to the bathroom and back on my hands and knees. "I'm hungry bitch." He declared. "Find us some breakfast." I grabbed my phone and quickly found a place to get breakfast to go about three blocks away. I ordered us food and Colt tossed me some items; flip-flops, a white tank, and those black shorts. "If it were my choice, I'd send you to get it naked, like the fag whore you are." He laughed as I put the meager clothes on my body. When I was ready to go, Colt looked me over. "Hmmm, needs something more." He grabbed his bowie knife and proceeded to turn my tank into a crop top, with it resting just below my nipples. He then took a sharpie and wrote COCKSUCKING FAG in big, bold letters on the front. He also wrote something on the back that I would later learn was FUCKHOLE with an arrow pointing to my ass. "It pays to advertise!" He explained. "Hurry back!" He laughed as he shoved me out into the hallway, locking the door behind me. I stood there for a moment, trembling, before I mustered up the courage to continue. As I walked through the motel, I ignored the taunts and jeers I heard. The "faggots", the "queers", and the other sordid comments. At first I was humiliated and blushed a deep red. But then I said fuck it. I was proud to be a faggot. Most importantly, to be Colt's faggot. I held my head up high and walked proudly, my dick trying to get hard in its cage as I was humiliated. I walked to the restaurant and continued to get laughs and stares from everyone that passed me. I didn't even realize that a man was following me. I got to the restaurant, got the food and coffee and was returning to the motel when I heard someone yell "Hey faggot" in a thick spanish accent as I passed an alley. I don't know why I paused. I should have kept walking. But I did. I looked and saw a Mexican dude. Well, he could have been Cuban, this was Florida after all. I don't know. But he called me again. "I said hey faggot." I got nervous and started to keep walking when two other men appeared out of nowhere in front of me. "Someone is talking to you, punta." The second man said. "It's rude to ignore people." "I'm sorry." I stammered. "I'm just trying to take breakfast to my friend." I tried to move around the men, but they blocked me. "Look punta." The third man said. "You're being rude to my friend. I think you need to apologize to him." Now I was scared. I didn't know if these guys were going to rob me or what. "Please Sir." I begged. "I just want to get back to my motel." "Not until you apologize to my friend." The man said as he grabbed my arm. He started dragging me into the alley and I got really scared now. This guy was my height, but not nearly as strong. Truthfully, I could have taken him, but with two other men there, I didn't want to incur a beat down. He dragged me further into the alley where his friend was. "Look, what do you want? I only have a couple dollars on me." I pleaded. "You think we want your money, punta?" The man in the alley asked. "We don't need your fucking money. Now you're not only rude, you're insulting us as well." "Then what do you want?" I asked, the fear evident in my voice. "What do we want? What do you think we want? You stupid faggot." Asked the alley man. "You walk down the street advertising your ass as a cumdump." "Like a fucking whore." Added the second man. "We just want a piece of your pussy." I relaxed a tiny bit as the alley man took my food and coffee and set them aside. I at least knew they weren't going to rob or beat me. At least I hoped not. Alley man pulled me behind a dumpster and started pulling my shorts off. "What the fuck?" He asked as he saw my cock cage. "Why you got that on?" He wanted to know. "My Master put it on me." I told him. Oh my God. Colt. What was he going to say when I got back to the room? I decided I couldn't think about that at the moment. "Your Master?" Alley man laughed. "Your Master shouldn't be letting his faggot bitch run around like this. He should know it's an open invitation." "Yea." Agreed the second man. "He really should keep better track of his property." They all laughed as they shoved me face first into the wall. "Stupid little puntas like yourself could get into a lot of trouble walking these streets!" I knew they were right and regretted my decision to even have left the room. Then again, it wasn't my decision, it was Colt's. But it was too late to worry about that as I heard the second man spit on his cock a couple times before he started to force it into me. I cried out as he pushed his decent sized cock into my teenage high school cunt. He covered my mouth with his hand and growled into my ear. "You better keep quiet or we'll hurt you for real, faggot." I gritted my teeth and stifled my cries as he raped me behind the dirty dumpster. Mercifully, he didn't take long to cum, and soon the alley man was pushing his slightly larger dick into my wet hole. Neither man talked much as they fucked, they just did the deed. Oddly, this total disregard of me made my cock push against its confines. Or, maybe not so oddly as I accepted the fact that I really was just a cumdump, getting raped behind the dumpster. When the alley man finished pumping his load into me, he picked up my shorts and wiped his dirty cock off on it as the third man entered my now loose and dripping hole. The first guy had already done so. I found myself being bummed that they didn't let me clean their cocks with my mouth, like a good slave should. Fuck, Colt had really twisted my brain around. I was actually wanting to please total strangers who were raping me. After the third guy came in me, he shoved me to the ground. I just laid there looking up at my rapists as he wiped his cock slime off onto my shorts, joining the others mess. All three men spit on me, then just walked away laughing as if nothing had happened. I slid the shorts back on, grabbed the food and coffee, and hightailed it back to the motel. I could feel the cum trickling down my thighs. This did not go unnoticed by the other motel guests who saw me, and the demeaning, humiliating taunts increased. So did the straining of my locked up cock. When I got to our door, it was still locked. I jiggled the handle, but nothing. I pressed my face against the door and pleaded softly while knocking, trying desperately not to attract more attention to me. "Colt, let me in. It's me. I'm back with breakfast." Silence. "Please Colt," I begged a little louder. "Please let me in!" The door opened as far as the chain lock would allow it. I could see Colt glaring out at me. "What the fuck did you call me?" He growled. Oh shit! I had fucked up big time! And I knew it! "Sir!" I corrected myself. "I'm sorry Sir. Please let me in." The door just slammed shut and I felt a panic wash over me. How pissed was he? I could feel tears in my eyes as I was frustrated at myself for being so stupid and using his name. People were passing me in the hallway and laughing and the pathetic fag, dressed like a whore, cum running down its thigh. "Please." I tried again as the tears ran down my cheeks. "Please Sir." The door opened slightly. A paper and a pair of nipple clamps were shoved through before slamming back shut. I picked it up and read it. "If you want back in, do as instructed. Kneel opposite the door. Put on the clamps. Lock your hands behind your head, elbows out. Display yourself like the slave you are. Then say, "Master. Please let your pathetic faggot slave back inside. It's sorry it disobeyed you." You will say this loudly. You will count to twenty, then repeat the words. You will do this ten times." That was it. No further instructions. I knew Colt wasn't fucking around. I did exactly as I was told and got into position. I hissed as the alligator clamps sharp teeth bit into my tits. Then I took a deep breath, and loudly said, "Master. Please let your pathetic faggot slave back inside. It's sorry it disobeyed you!" People immediately took notice of me. Some immediately stopped in the hall to see what was going on. I flushed a deep red as I counted to twenty, then repeated the words. More people started to gather around as they laughed and pointed. I fought back tears and tried to hold my head high for my Master, as I just knew he was watching through the peephole. I couldn't help but notice there were a lot more guys than girls that were stopping to watch. When I said it the third time, my audience was getting bolder with their taunting. Guys were making all kinds of jokes and a couple tugged on my clamps. But it didn't deter me. I looked right into the peephole and said it a fourth time. Almost proudly. More guys joined the growing crowd, and the taunting continued. They were daring each other to do things to the stupid fag in the hallway. One guy stuck his ass in my face and farted, causing an outpouring of laughter from the crowd. After I said it the fifth time, one guy grabbed my hair and forced my face into his crotch as he rubbed it around. More laughter ensued. After the sixth time, a guy pulled his shorts down in the front and stuck his soft cock in my mouth as his friends cheered him on. Without a second thought I started sucking as my instincts took over. My cock hurt so bad in its cage it was almost unreal. I spit the dudes cock out long enough to say my required words for the seventh time before my open mouth was searching for that cock again. He was now half hard as he shoved it back in. "Fuck yea. Use that fag. Fuck his mouth." I could hear various guys shout from the crowd as the guy actually started fucking my face. It's amazing what straight guys will do when their friends egg them on. The guy grabbed my hair and started to vigorously pound my face. My mouth was full of cock when I needed to say the words an eighth time. I did the best I could as I mumbled around the dick. Thank God it wasn't huge. More laughter and taunts were rained down on me as the guy fucked my face faster. The nineth time I could barely squeak out the words, but I knew as long as Colt knew I was trying, he would be pleased. After the tenth time, the guy fucking my face let out a groan as he unloaded his sweet, sweet college bro cum into my mouth. He buried himself in my throat and held me tight against his crotch as he shook in extasy and the crowd cheered more. Straight guys are weird. But I guess that's what this whole trip is about. As I gently coaxed the last drops of cum out of college boy, the door finally opened and there stood Colt, in all his glory, wearing just his boxer briefs, which outlined perfectly his hard cock. He picked up our food and ordered me to crawl inside. As I did, he looked at the crowd and announced I'd be available all evening after 7pm. Then he shut the door as the crowd dispersed, talking amongst themselves about what they had just witnessed. "Well that turned out better than expected." He said as he sat on the bed. I remained on my hands and knees as I hadn't been given permission for anything else. "Now, what the fuck took you so long, faggot? Fucking food and coffee are cold!" He griped. I knew they would have been cold regardless. He was just looking for excuses. "I'm sorry Sir. I, uh, I was raped." I told him hesitantly. He stopped picking through the eggs. "What was that again, slave?" He asked, lifting up my chin, looking into my eyes. "I was raped, Sir." I repeated. "Three men took me into the alley and raped me." Colt actually had real concern in voice when he asked me, "Did they hurt you?" "No Sir. They didn't hurt me, they just fucked me." "And they all came in you?" "Yes Sir. They did." "Show me. Let me see your hole!" He ordered me. I turned around, pulled off my shorts and showed him. He saw the cum streaks down my thighs for the first time. He stuck a couple fingers into me. "Mmmmmm. That's nice. An already wet hole. I guess the advertising is paying off." He continued as he moved closer behind me. I could feel the head of his big cock pressing against my hole. It popped in easily, sliding its full depth into me. "Tell me about it, fag. Tell me everything." I told him the story as he fucked my hole deep and hard. I gave him every dirty detail. "Did you like it?" He wanted to know. "Did you like those men taking you against your will? Forcing themselves on you? Taking away your rights as a man?" "Yes Sir." I groaned as I relived it in my head. "Why slave. Tell me why you liked it." "Because," I began, as always, lost in Colt's powerful spell, "Because I knew you would like it." Colt just let out a menacing laugh. "I knew you would be pleased that your advertising me like a whore worked. I knew you'd be happy knowing I was in my place serving as a cumdump. That you would love knowing I was taking strangers loads in my pussy. Strangers even to you." "Oh that's right little whore." He groaned as he grabbed my hips and pounded me. "You fucking sick, disgusting little faggot cumdump. That's all you are. A fucking hole for men to use. Whenever, wherever, however they want." He grabbed my shorts and covered my mouth and nose. "Smell that faggot! Smell the cum of the men who raped you. Breath it deep whore! Relish that smell! YOU'RE JUST A PIECE OF FUCKING RAPE MEAT, YOU FILTHY, FAGGOT PIECE OF TRASH!" He shouted as he buried himself in me, adding his big load to whatever was still in me from the rapists. He collapsed on my back, causing me to collapse on the floor. We layed there for a bit. Me, still breathing in the smell of the men who raped me as the love of my lifes full body weight practicallycrushed me. He eventually pulled out and said, "Now, let's really get this day going!"

Saying it frankly, I'd not bother worrying to modify a story for making others feel comfortable; stories come from author's fantasy fitting with author's tastes. It's like if someone comes to me saying "please, more sex and less emotions in your stories"; instinctively I would just reply with a 🤫🖕 message but then I'd rationally answer as "well, thanks for feedback but this is my style. I'm not able to do something just for the sake of satisfying others" and would address them to other authors. I personally love this site because there is a variety of stories and tastes. With or without smoke/chems, feet play, fist, whatever. Except for too hard fetishes such as HIV and substances, I would find quite unreal to have fiction stories concerning just one sexual activity at a time, otherwise people complain... Btw, smoke or not, I'm curious to know where this leads. In this case, smoke might also alter perception of what the newbie is really doing at the party. I personally have learnt to look beyond the obstacle when something in a story or a book doesn't satisfy one of my tastes. Only things disgusting me are violence (excessive pain, broken bones, etc) and body discards - no, I don't mean urine, despite I'm not into watersports too much. Those other things are thankfully prohibited here.

Two days ago, I notice my back passenger side tire needed some air after I clock out of work. It was 12:50 in the morning. I head to the gas station to get air for the tire. There was another person using the air pump station. When the driver left I notify the clerk to turn on. I didn’t realize the first station has a button to turn on. But I went back to notify the clerk attendant inside to turn on. The customer inside talking to the clerk went out to help me. He was an “straight” tall guy type of guy. He stood about 5’10” tall, stocky muscle build. Clean cut Puerto Rican man. I was secretly finding him attractive. He talked to me while helping check the tire. Out of nowhere he asked me if I was into guys. I was caught off guard. I said yes to him. He said to me: “You think you wanna fool around? That should be plenty of air for the tire. Let just drive over the other end of the block. No one can’t see us. It late night anyways” I replied “Sure, would love to…” I followed him and parked next to him. He got into my car. Unzipped and he let me sucked. I was in pure heaven. His cock was big and thick. I sucked him eagerly. He moaned a lot. I went down to the base of his cock. His cock smelled musky. I moaned back. To show I was enjoying him. He blurted out “You like my dick? You never had anyone big like mine?” I cooed with a yes. I really enjoyed his cock. I kept deep throating him. He was enjoying it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He ordered me to take off my pants. He spit on my hole and slid with one stroke. I yelped in pain. But I was enjoying his cock. I panted so much. I told him he making me feel in heat. He fucked me mercifully doggie style. Slapping my ass and grabbing my cheeks. Gripping my hips firmly. I kept moaning. I bucked back into his thrust each moment. I clench on his cock to let him know I wanted him badly. He gripped my hair and my neck and cum inside me loud. He slid out and we both notice my car was all fogged up. We both laugh. We didn’t notice it was 2:50 AM in the morning. I cleaned out the windows. Holding in his cum as I cleaned the windows. He was satisfied and wanted more next time. We exchanged numbers and parted our way to home. That was the first time I have ever had a man that I never met talked to me out bluntly of my sexuality. And wanted some action. 😄

Mate… I don’t know how you do it but you just keep on excelling yourself. I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating - you have such talent at writing. An enviable skill. It’s always such a pleasure seeing where that nasty, dirty mind of yours goes 😈 Thank you for all the hard work you pour into your stories mate… it is beyond appreciated 😉

Sorry about the long pause...here goes... Im a ball of nerves as i near the end of my shift. My phone vibrates, its Big Black Dick Daddy. "When you finish work snow bunny, you come to the SureStay Hotel, I got something you been craving, and something that been craving you." I close up at work, and make my way to the SureStay and text, "I'm here, Master." Quick reply comes thru, "Room 216, get that sissy ass up here baby." I nervously get out of the car as this place is not in the best part of town and look up to the second floor and see a room with several Black men outside, that must be it. I make my way up the stairs and immediately am hit with catcalls and whistles. As I approach the door one of the Black men reaches down inside the back of my shorts and sticks his finger right up my hole, deep and I immediately feel the burn. He laughs as he pulls out his digit with a wet pop and says, "wait till that kick in and I come serve you this nigga dick, you gonna forget that Daddy and have you a Pimp, sissy," as he shakes what appears to be an enormous dick at me in his pants. The other men chuckle and open the door and usher me in. Inside the room are several more Black Kings. The whole place smells musty and sweet, intoxicating. Black man sweat permeates my nostrils and the burning in my ass has transformed into a deep hunger. All these men are in several states of dress, or rather undress, and that's when I see Daddy. He says, "Welcome to the party, snow bunny. You'll notice there are no bottoms here, as you're the guest of honor. The main attraction if you will. Now I've tasted that sweet ass, so now, it's time my crew gets in on that." He smacks my ass hard, swiping my shorts down with the slap. I don't reach for them, I just stand exposed waiting for what's next. Suddenly I'm surrounded by 5 of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. One man lifts me up in his arms while another starts eating my hole. Another puts a loaded pipe to my mouth and clicks a torch and I inhale. So much white smoke is coming through I can barely hold it in, it's so thick it's nearly yellow. When I pull off the pipe, another man, grabs and covers my mouth while holding my nose. "Hold it in til I say so, faggot!" My head is spinning. I need to exhale and breathe so I start to fight but am under his tight grip. Another man comes up and pulls out my arm, ia feel a cold wetness in the crook of my elbow and finally the man with the death grip on my face let's go and says, "Alright bitch, you can breathe now." Suddenly there's a familiar poke in my arm and all of a sudden, my body is ablaze. Just as the heat hits my hole which I can feel quivering open, I'm lowered onto a dick, and pushed all the way down to the base. I can feel this man's tight curlies as I bottom out gasping for air. This was a big slam, bigger than Ive ever done before. And finally my voice hits my ears and its screaming, "I love nigger dick. Fuck me with your nigger dicks. All of you. Fuck me til I die. I need all the nigger dicks inside me now!" And then I focus and the man with his dick rooted in me becomes familiar. It's the man from outside. He says, "How you like that 14 inches of nigger dick you got inside you now, hoe? This pimp dick is gonna change you for life. Yo Daddy ain't yo daddy no more. He done sold your pussy to me, you mine now bitch!" He flexes his monster inside me and all I can do is shiver and think, more, I need more.

Chapter 1 Holden was trying unsuccessfully to tie his bow tie in the hotel room mirror as he prepared for his big day. His nerves were tying him in knots. He was getting ready to marry his girlfriend of two years. He should be overjoyed but the stress of the day was getting to him and to add to it his cousin and best man had still not shown up. Frustrated that he was unable to tie the bow tie he accepted defeat. He took a seat at the edge of the bed and held his head on his hands. Just then Alex flew through the door, with his tux in a garment bag flung over his shoulder. “Dude! Where’ve you been?”, Holden exclaims as he jumps up and hugs his cousin. “So happy to see you! The ceremony is in less than a two hours!” “Don't worry, buddy! I’ve got you!” Alex meets Holden in the embrace. “We have plenty of time. I just got a little side track”, He says with a little smirk. “Oh man, what’s his name?”, Holden asks. “As if I ever stick around long enough to get a name”, Alex laughs. Alex immediately starts to undress to change into the tux. His nicely defined chest is in full view. Below his belly button is a biohazard tattoo on full display. Holden knew his cousin had contracted HIV a couple years back and always admired him for his pride. “Why are you so stressed, man?”, Alex asks seeing the worried look oh his cousin’s face. “I don’t know, man, the wedding, I can’t tie this damn tie, you being late… on top of all that, Rachel has been holding out on me for the last few weeks so my balls are filled to the brim” As Holden explains and Alex continues to change his clothes, he pulls down his pants. Wearing no underwear he exposes his big, hairy uncut cock. this is not the first time Holden has seen his cousins dick. Both Holden and Alex would fool around with each other when they were younger, jerking each other off, but it’s been a couple years since his seen Alex naked and his dick looks even bigger than he remembered it, glistening in the light for his recent fuck. “Well, if you’re horny, I can definitely help you with that”, Alex states with a devilish grin. His veiny dick twitches as he makes the bold statement. “Shut the fuck up, I can’t do that! I’m getting married in a couple hours”, Holden exclaims trying to look Alex in the eye but keeps glancing down at Alex’s growing member. “Dude relax! You need to relieve some tension and you know I’m good at the”, Alex says with a smirk as he goes over to Holden and begins rubbing his shoulders. Holden exhales deeply. “You definitely were good at doing that”, he says with a smile. “Seee! Now just sit here on the bed and I’ll take care of you”, Alex says as he sits Holden down at the foot of the bed. Fully naked Alex begins to undo Holden’s belt and unzip his fly. Holden leans back and rest his elbow on the bed as he watches his cousin get to work. Alex pulls out Holden’s instantly hard cock and begins stroking. Holden fat dick immediately starts leaking precum and Alex squeezes it out of the fat head and uses it to lube his stokes. Holden lets out a deep moan. Pulling down Holden’s tuxedo pant, Alex continues to explore Holden’s body, massaging Holden’s massive balls and massaging his taint “Looks at those massive balls! Don’t worry stud you’ll still have plenty of baby juice for tonight” Alex says admiringly. “I remember back in the day you used to shoot 5-6 massive loads a day. Holden opens his eyes and shoots his cousin a dazed smile as licks his lips in enjoyment. As he does he notices Alex’s heavy dick is now sticking straight up. His huge man dick making him even hornier. Still stoking Holden’s cock, Alex repositions himself standing on the edge of the bed. “You wanna taste my cock, don’t you?”, Alex asks. Looking him in the eye, Holden nods with his tongue out and Alex guides the back of Holden’s head to his hairy dick. Holden senses are jolted as he takes his cousin’s huge cock. The musky smell of his cock and balls tell him the his cousin hasn’t showered in a couple days. The tangy taste is a mix of cum and ass juice from who knows how many hook ups. His throats expands as he tries to accommodate his cousins fat dick head as it flares deep Inside. “Oh fuck! That mouth is so good. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”, Alex moans. Holden briefly take the hairy dick out of his mouth and states, “I’ve always wanted to” and the continues slurping on his cousin’s cock. Encouraged my Holden’s enthusiasm he explores under Holden’s balls and probing his tight hole. Holden moans on Alex’s cock. “Now that you got my dick all lubed, are you ready to graduate to the next step?” Alex asks. As he does he sticks two fingers deep Inside Holden’s jock hole. “Fuck, you got me hard as a rock but you’re positive”, Holden states. “Don’t worry, I can wrap it up for you”, Alex says with a wink. Without waiting for a response he grabs a condom and some lube from his bag and props his cousin’s muscular legs on his shoulders, he slides the condom on, lubing it up after he’s done. Holden stokes his cock and lubes his hole as he waits in eager anticipation for his cousin’s dick. Alex lines his fat cock up with Holden’s hole and pushes in. Holden lets out a short scream as his hole is stretched to the limits. As Holden gets accustomed to the size, Alex continues to slide in until he’s balls deep. “You ready for me to fuck the cum out of you?”, Alex asks. Holden nods with the hunger in his eye. Alex begins fucking his hard and rough “Fuck! This hole is better than I imagined”, Alex states as Holden moans, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Alex grasps Holden’s dick and starts stroking it as he fuck him with long deeps strokes. As he stokes Holden and he watches his dick slide in and out of this hole he notices that the condom has broken and what remains is a wadded up ring of the base of the condom 3/4 of the way down his shaft. As he continues to fuck him in steady strokes he states, “Holden, the condom broke but your silky insides feel so good I can’t pull out”. “Fuck! please don’t pull out. I’m gonna bust soon. I need to shoot this load”, Holden responds as he grasps the shaft below and feels the broken condom. “You gonna bust with my big raw dick Inside you?”, Alex asks. “Yes sir!” Holden responds as Alex strokes his cock. “Seeing you shoot that load is gonna send me over the edge stud. My poz dick is already so close”, Alex taunts. “Oh fuck, sir!”, Holden responses “You want me to flood your hole with my poz seed?", Alex continues. “Oh fuck I’m so close”, Holden states. “Tell me you want it faggot! Tell me you want my dirty load!” Alex demands. “Please give me your poz load sir!” Holden says with desperation in his eyes. With that Alex pounds hard, deep and rough on Holden’s hole and with in seconds Holden’s whole body tenses up and begins shooting his load. “Fuuuccckkkk!” Holden screams as the load is pounded out of him. “Fuck yeah give me that load!” Alex states. Huge volleys of cum shoot all over Holden’s muscular chest. The sight of this begins to send Alex over the edge. Pounding harder and faster his balls tense up and his dick head flares as he anchors himself deep inside his cousin. “Take my poz load you stupid fucking faggot!”, Alex screams as he blast toxic cum deep inside Holden. Holden clamps his muscle hole around Alex's angry dick and pulls out the last drop of his dirty seed. For a few minutes he continues to massage his load into Holden's wretched hole with his massive dick. When Alex finally pull out his still hard cock he presents it to Holden to clean it off and with out a word Holden sucks it clean tasting the mix cum, blood and ass juice. After, both me are sweating profusely as they try to catch their breath after the hot fuck. The only thing Alex can think to say is, “ I bet that helped relive some of your tension” and both me begin laughing.

PART 1: Going to the gym is my usual routine. I spend most of my day sitting for work and the lack of physical activity makes me uncomfortable. It was a nice summer day in July, the heat was blazing when I hopped in my car to head to my local cheap gym. I walked in, scanned my card, and made my way to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; so much variation...eye candy of all of shapes and sizes. I have this thing where I like just enough skin to show that it makes me wonder what else lies beneath. The smells too, post-workout sweat is probably one of the hottest things, in my humble opinion. It ravages my fantasies and dreams. I don’t actually know this guy’s name, but for the purpose of the story I will call him James. You see, there is this guy that I always catch in the corner of my eye when he is bench pressing or squatting. His body is slender, but toned. Each muscle strongly outlined in his slightly too small attire. This particular day he was wearing a Nike sleeveless shirt, with long arm holes that went half way to his waist, a pair of black shorts that shows some compression shorts streaming down his muscled legs (never forget leg day boys!), a pair of somewhat beat up UA runners that shows the hint of his black no-show socks. I would later learn his shoe size is US12. As I generally show up at the same time every day, I seem to always arrive half way through his workout because he leaves to hit the locker room about 30 minutes into my own workout. I would get a short amount of time to enjoy his workout, and often time it just ends up motivation for me to work harder. For some reason, seeing other toned and hot dudes pumping iron gets me working harder...and leaves me with a bit of chub in my own tight boxer briefs. I have enough self-control to keep myself from getting a raging hard – I save that for after when I beat off. This particular day, however, just as I set off to the change room and start finding a locker in the changeroom, he walks in behind me. He looks like he just arrived off a construction site; wearing some gray sweatpants, a bit dirty and a black dusty tank top. The biggest thing that drew my eyes, though, was his beat-up steel toe boots. Ya know the kind...tan boots, scuffed up all over from wear and tear, portions of the front toe leather basically gone and clearly looking like they hadn’t been replaced in a couple years. The gym is fairly dead around the time that I go, but overall, the locker room is small with only about 50 lockers and 3 benches to service them. He strolled over, dropped his bag on the ground, found a free locker two down from my own and began to pull out his gear. Once he got it all lined up, he popped his boot on the side of the bench and began to unlace them. Once they were sufficiently loosened, he pulled out his foot and to my utter surprise, he wasn’t wearing the usual crew socks one would expect with a constriction boot – instead, he was wearing some Under armor no-show socks, black, that basically were so tight they looked like a second skin. I could see the sweat on them. I couldn’t look directly at them, I didn’t want to be obvious nor did I want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I just stole glances when I had the chance. Soon enough he had both off, dropped his pants and I got a good look at this equally skin tight compression boxers. I would see the outline of his cock through them, looked to be about 4’’ soft, good girth and seemed to hold a really hefty set of nuts. He quickly throws on some shorts, and without changing socks, pulled out his usual beat-up shoes and threw those on. I followed suit and made my way out of the locker room to warm up. While working out, I couldn’t help but catch him out of the corner of my eye, the picture of his half-naked body tormenting my mind - it took all my will power to keep myself from getting hard but nothing was going to stop the slow trickle of precum that threatened to expose the real nature of my thoughts. I was just finishing up my hour long work out, my muscles sore and a little stiff, so I reluctantly tore my eyes away from him and made my way to the locker room once again. About 30 second later, he again walks in beside me...sweat dripping down his forehead and a clear sense of wetness about his clothes. He popped open his locker and pulled out a towel from his gym bag and began to strip facing away from me. The locker room was dead, as the gym was basically empty. First came off the shoes and those beautiful no-show socks slipped out of them. I could see the moisture on them, so in fact that he left foot prints on the tiled ground. He quickly lost the rest of his clothes and when he pulled off his socks, he stuffed each one into their respective shoes (left to left and right to right) and made his way to the shower, towel in hand, without bothering to cover up. His body was mostly hairless from the waist up, but he had a really tight looking ass with a light fur covering the cheeks and into the center. I could see the shadow his overly warm low-hanging balls from between his legs and I almost began to drool. He was quickly out of sight when I heard the shower start up and the door to the shower stall close and lock. I sat their stunned for a moment, barely realizing I was having a mental show down with his beat-up shoes barely showing those socks sticking out of them, sitting on the floor under the bench he was just changing at. My mind was racing...I just needed to touch them quick, hold them to my face and inhale his full day of work and the workout he just pumped out. I knew they were soaked with sweat and my cock began to grow, despite my every attempt to keep it down. My heart was racing and my cock grow to its full 6.5.” I went over to his bench, knelt, and picked up a shoe. I slid out the sock and took a quick peek at the inside. Size 12...I chuckled to myself... they would span my whole face. I quickly grabbed the other sock took a quick look; I could see the shape of his foot in them like it had been ironed into them and could see it in the sweat marks on them. I pressed them both on my face. They were soaked and it was like getting hit by a truck....my eyes rolled in my back of head and my now rock-hard cock twitched and a small stream of precum soaked into my boxers. I knew they were not old socks per se, probably fresh that morning, but that didn’t stop the July heat from its course in a full day of working in those boots. They smelt incredible. I couldn’t tear myself away from them. Anyone who has been near a well-muscled man when he takes off those boots knows exactly what I mean 😉. I felt like I was drunk on them. Taking full deep breaths with my nose, his scent was filling my world. I couldn’t help but picture them still on his feet, relaxing at home with a beer while I worshipped them like the alter of God. I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze, feeling the now massive wet spot in my boxers and when I pressed on my cock head I nearly came. Fuck! I thought, be careful...don’t jizz now. I had to take my hand away and focus on the scent. I was lost in it. So lost, in fact, I didn’t notice the shower had turned off and only realized when I heard him, jolting me from my reverie. “What the fuck is going on...” He stated, firmly and standing there with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin, dropping the socks on the ground, and not even thinking of hiding my clear erection tenting my boxers out. I mumbled a curse out and a nervous apology to him and made my way to my own bag and started dressing as fast as I could. He was beat red, seeming to be too flustered to say anything else. He grabbed his stuff from the locker and made his way to a bathroom stall, I presumed to get changed out of sight. I used the opportunity to dress quick and exit before he was done. I couldn’t face him after what I did. I didn’t know if he would beat me up or something. I made my way to my car and sat in it. I was shaking in disbelief that I could be so stupid. Keep in mind my back would to the entrance of the gym. I was in tears when I heard a sharp knock on my car window. I looked over and saw him standing there, staring down at me with a blank expression on his face. He indicated he wanted me to roll down my window and I meekly complied. I look up at him, my reddened eyes trying not to cry, and he bent his 6’2 frame down and stared directly into my eyes...his eyes were a deep blue with a hint of green around the edges. “You want to explain what the fuck that was about? You a homo or something?” He asked, not with as much anger as I could have imagined, but it seemed more like a genuine curiosity. I nodded shyly to him, “I...uh...am so sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to see, break out a little. I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t tell anyone.” He stared at me for a few more minutes before silently walking to his car, starting it, and then leaving. I was left in my car, stunned and unsure of what to do. I eventually collected myself enough to drive myself home. I didn’t think I could ever show my face there again. PART 2: A few weeks went by and I finally began to want to continue working out more than the embarrassment of getting caught and I decided to get myself ready and head off to work out. I arrived at my usual time, hit the change room – it was empty, except for my noticing that his work boots were there – changed and made my way out to the weights. He was set up at the leg press, facing away, and I could see his beat-up trainers fighting to push against the weights he has stacked on the side. I tried my best to ignore him and focused on my workout. After doing some pull-ups, I turned around and spotted him staring at me. Our eyes met for a moment before he turned away, slightly flustered, and made his way to the locker. I decided at that moment I didn’t want anything to be awkward and so I would go confront him about it, apologize again and not have to feel so out of place when I really wanted to continue my 5-day routine. A followed behind him and he was already in the process of untying his shoe laces when he notices me walk in. I walked directly up to him. “Hey, can we chat a moment? I really am sorry for what I did, and I really don’t want things to be awkward with this whole thing.” I stated, matter of factly and trying to hide the fear in my voice. He stared at me for a moment before going back to untying his shoe laces “You still haven’t told me what you were doing.” He looked up at me quick, “Well?” I took a deep breath and quickly thought, fuck it...if he thinks I am a creep, so be it. “Well, I was clearly sniffing your work socks...well they turned me on. I saw you with your work boots on, then saw you work out. I lost control. I shouldn’t have and I won’t do it again.” He stood up, shoes now off and the same socks (thinking if that’s all he owns) just below me. I didn’t look down though, I kept eye contact when he spoke. “Wow. That’s pretty fucking weird.” “Is it? I mean, pardon my assumption, but I am guessing you’re straight.” He cocked his head ever so slightly, “Do you not enjoy the smell of a woman? If you think she’s hot, does her pussy not drive you wild? Well, why would be different for some homo and a hot working guy.” I realized I was annoyed at being called weird. “Whoa there bud,” he stated holding his hands up in the air, in a peace offer, “sorry I didn’t mean to call you a homo yesterday. Ya know, just how the guys talk on site. I was just shocked when I walked out of the shower. No worries bud, no need to feel awkward.” He smirked,” My girlfriend always thinks I am gross when I come home from work and won’t go near me until I have scrubbed up good. I guess it’s flattering that it turns you on so much if I think about it. Anyways, she is gonna wonder where I am if I take too long.” He turns to finish what he was doing and I turn to get back to my work out. As I was about to walk out of the change room, I hear him call out again.” “Yo, the names James. See ya around” I turned around, “Chris here. Check ya later.” I went back to my work out and guess he had left by the time I was done my sets. I opened my locker and noticed immediately a black ball sitting on my gym bag. I pulled it out and was immediately hit with a familiar scent. I pulled the ball apart and was shocked to find it was the socks he was wearing earlier. I started to shake as I stuffed them into bag, changed hurriedly and rushed home. I pulled in to my garage and quickly hit the button in my car to close the door. Not even waiting for it to close, I pull out the socks he left from my bag, pulled them apart and immediately shoved them under my nose. They weren’t warm anymore, but they were still wet with his sweat. My cock took only a few seconds to grow to full mast as I was pulling my pants down with my free hand. I started jerking off, dry at first but it didn’t take long for me to self-lubricate. Soon I was jerking my precum soaked cock and inhaling his manly work scent as deep as I could. Every breath was like heaven as my balls started to tighten. It was a little embarrassing but I was gonna cum in no time. Soon I could feel my balls tighten even more, one even disappearing into my body as my whole body began to shake. I left out a roar, muffled by the fabric of his under armor socks over my mouth and the first shot escaped my cock and I could feel it whip over the hand holding the sock over my face. A second shot drenched the shirt on my chest, then another and another. My balls were throbbing so much it was almost painful. I could swear my soul left my body. After sitting there, covered in my own cum, taking small breaths into and out of his socks, I sighed pull them away finally. Once I returned into my body, I took a moment just staring at his socks with a smile from ear to ear. I noticed one has a small hole in them before I rolled the socks up and stuffed them back into my bag. I smiled to myself and went inside to shower. PART 3: The next day, I went earlier for my workout then usual and managed to catch James just as he was starting to change out of his work clothes. As usual, the locker room was not busy at all. Once another guy departed, I walked up to James and handed him the balled-up socks back. He snickered, “Enjoy yourself?” You have no idea, I thought. “Thanks for that.” “Well at least someone can appreciate my hard work.” he flexed his chest and grinned at me “Hey, uh, do you maybe wanna grab a beer sometime?” I asked, trying to sound confident but feeling like I failed. He laughed, heartily, “Addicted already?” He winked, “Sure why not.” I flashed a smile, and trying not to sound too excited, “Ah..ah..awesome! My place, tomorrow? I’ll throw some steaks on the grill” “Sure, I’ll tell the wife I am chillin with some friends after work. She’ll plan a girl’s night or something. ” I tossed him my address and agreed at 6:00 then we both departed and went off to our mutual work outs. The change room was busier than usual after our workout, so I thought it was best to not approach him while changing but I didn’t feel so weird anymore steeling glances over at him and was fairly sure he snuck a few looks himself. PART 5: Friday rolled around and I was nervous all day at work. I had trouble focusing on my tasks and must admit I made a few careless mistakes on a report and my boss admonished me for it, but I just told her I wasn’t feeling well and she let it go. Finally, the end of my day rolled around and I shot out of there to head home. I tidied up my back deck and prepped the BBQ. Not long after, I heard a truck pull up to my drive and heard the door shut. I popped my up head up over the fence and noticed he really did head straight here from work. He was wearing the same beat-up gray sweats as usual and a tank top I had seen him in before and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He waved when I saw him and made his way over. I paid special attention to those beat up steel toes he was lugging around as he walked down. I let him in and walked him back, grabbing a brew out of the mini-fridge that I had stocked earlier. He accepted graciously, grinned and offered a cheers to my bottle after he cracked it open. I shook my head at him, “I don’t understand how you can wear those in this heat.” As I nodded to his sweat pants and he looked down, laughed nervously. “Better than getting wood chips in my boots.” he replied. When I looked at him questioningly, he began again “I do commercial carpentry.” Without thinking I replied, “Well feel free to get more comfortable, the heat is crazy.” “Way ahead of you bud,” he stated as he pulled out a pair of shorts from his bag and asked where the washroom was. I pointed him to a door just off the hallway side door. He walked off and returned a short-time later, still wearing the tank top and boots but now in a pair of loose basketball shorts. We spent the next 30 minutes or so chugging back a couple more beers and chatting trivially about our work, sports teams, and the weather. After my third beer downed on an empty stomach, I was feeling fairly buzzed and decided I needed to know what possessed him to leave me his socks. “I was meaning to ask you, why did you decide to leave me those socks in my locker anyway?” “Curiosity I guess; I was shell shocked a bit when I walked in on you but then the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t seem as weird as I first thought, I guess. Why, you looking for another round with ‘em?” he laughed when I realized I had unconsciously kept looking at his boots. “I wouldn’t say no!” I replied, more confident than. He shook his now empty beer can and smiled. I got up to grab us another and when I turned around and he had put his boots up on the coffee table and was leaning back in the chair flashing his pearly whites up at me. I hand him his beer and as I went to sit down, he cocked his head towards his boots, “I am sure you can manage to get ‘em yourself.” I nervously knelt by the coffee table, thankful that my backyard is fully private as it backs onto a ravine. His eyes trained on me intensely the whole time, I started to unlace his first and then second boot. I slowly worked off his first boot, careful not to pull his sock off while I did, and when I heard the boot release my heart skipped a beat. As soon as I saw his full foot in view my cock twitched in anticipation. I was right, it does span my whole face. I grinned up at him, him still staring at me with a very curious look on his face. I decided then I wanted to massage his feet, feel the full effect of this fantasy come true. I placed my hand on the arch of his foot and pressed my thumb. The heat coming off of them was intense and I could feel the sweat soaking through the fabric. As I pushed on his arch and up to the balls of his toes, he let out a low growl like moan and his eyes lost focus and he head tilted back. I let go of all reservations in that moment and took his foot in both hands and started working them like a deep tissue massage. I could smell the musky scent of them in the air when I realized there was a small hole in the outside of them...the same hole I noticed yesterday after our workout. Holy Shit! I thought to myself, the same pair he wore yesterday. Two fucking days in those work boots. My mind reeled and pulled my face right to them, shoving my nose into them and inhaling deeply and let out a guttural growl that I was unable to hold back. “Fuck yea, get in there bud!” I heard him say, almost to himself as much as me. At the same time, I felt him press his foot harder onto my face and wiggle his toes a bit to make a point. My cock was straining hard against my underwear and they were soaking through with my precum. I was flexing my cock and even the feeling against the wet underwear was making my balls tighten. I quickly pulled off the second boot and gave that one a massage, all the while he was still moaning deeply with the pressing of my hands and face into them. I glanced up to him, my nose still pressed against his sweaty socks, and noticed he was playing with his cock through his shorts. I could see that his shorts were noticeably bulging out and his fingers were gently rolling over what I imagine was the head of his cock. I then reached down and grabbed my own cock, twisting my body so that it was easier to reach but inevitably easier to see as well. I started gently stroking my cock, feeling the wet spot grow as I poured more precum from my aching, full balls. “Fuck you’re hot” I said, more loudly than intended, to which he caught my eyes and stared at me deeply. He suddenly pulled his feet back from me and quickly slid down his shorts and off his legs before pushing them back on my face. He was wearing short trunk style white Saxx boxer briefs clearly a size too small, as I can clearly see the fabric stretched tightly over his swollen cock. It looked massive as my eyes were glued to it. He played around with the fly for a bit, trying to free it from its restraint; when it suddenly popped out, I was faced with what must have been an 8” cock, hard as concrete and covered in light pulsing veins. He was uncut, with enough foreskin to cover the head completely even when rock hard. He started pulling back the foreskin with a deep moan as the head appeared and copious amounts of precum boiling over as he did so. It was dripping down the sides as he once again pulled the foreskin up. Me, still breathing his two-day old sock scent, looked up to him, “I can take care of that for you, you know return the favor,” For the first time since this started, he broke his intense stare and grinned at me, “What ya waitin’ for?” I reluctantly let go of his socks and crawled up between his legs. First, I pulled his balls out to join his cock and began gently licking them. I can taste the salty buildup of sweat from a sweltering day at work and rolled by tongue over the clean-shaven skin of his nuts, lapping it up like an obedient dog. This elicited an approving grunt from him and a good hard pulse in his cock; clearly more precum. After his balls were good n cleaned, I moved my lips to his foreskin. I could smell his cock, not in a bad way, but was def aware he had worked all day in the heat. I started by gentle rolling his foreskin around my lips and gently pressing my tongue into the opening and feeling my tongue get coated in the thick silky precum. It tasted good, slightly salty but definitely the best precum I had ever had. I gently pulled it back, letting the head of his cock slide into my mouth. “Fuuuuu...” was all he could manage to get out, his head falling and his hand moving to grip the back of my head. I slid the head of his cock deep into my mouth, willing my throat to open and praying I don’t gag on it. My desire won and with his head now fully exposed, it slid down my throat until I felt his balls on my lower lip. His grip tightened and forced just a little more in then I was able to take and I pulled back slightly. “No,” was all he said and he doubled down, pulled my head off about half way and then forced me back on. My throat relaxed again and this time he was able to hold me down while he flexed his cock a few times. I could feel the thick jelly like precum coat my throat. When he relaxed his grip, I started going to town, working a good fast beat of his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back balls deep in my throat. Admittedly, as hot as this was, after a good 10 minutes of the assault on my throat I had to take a break and tapped out. I stood up, a little unsteady on my feet, snagged my beer off the table and downed it. James followed suit. “Well fuck bud. That was crazy. Wish my wife could do that.” I chuckled back at, as he kept stroking his cock. “Practice makes perfect.” “Thinking maybe we should head inside…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure if he caught my meaning, when he cocked his head to the side Part 6. I strode over to the mini-fridge, grabbed two more brews and motioned for him to follow. Cock in hand, he followed. My bedroom was just off the kitchen, and I walked over and stood by the door, waved him in ahead of me and watched him sit on the bed, gazing around the room. I was pleased to see his cock was still hard as a rock, circumspectly still tugging at it. He wants to cum, I grinned to myself. I slowly slipped off my underwear, walked to him and helped him out of his. James sat there, with a grin etched into his face but also not sure what else was coming. I slid back down and went back to work, making sure he was good n slick. His dick still leaking like mad, I wasn’t too worried. After a few more minutes of getting my throat fucked, I slid up and push him back so he was laying down and I crawled on him. Staring into his eyes, looking glazed over with passion and alcohol, I teased his cock on my hole. My ass is smooth, I made sure of that. He was starting to push back and then he seemed to come back to reality for a second. “Condom?” He muttered to me. I smirked and leaned far forward, my cock now hitting his chest and reached into a small bin I keep by my bedside. I slid out a rubber and took a quick check of the date. Expired…figures. I grabbed some silicon along with it. “They are bit out of date…” I admitted. “Fuck, just get on it…” he breathed heavily back to me. I slid the condom on and put a generous serving of lube on before climbing on and lowering myself on his cock. I hadn’t bottomed in awhile, so it was a bit of work to get it in. When the head finally popped in, he gave a good grunt and was breathing deep as each inch sunk inside. My breath caught in my throat, riding that fine line between pain and pleasure. When I felt him bottom out, I slowly lifted off and down again. Each time he hit that spot that made my rock hard cock drip and throb. I started going faster and was really ramming myself down, wanting his cock to become a part of me It didn’t take long for him to give in completely and he grabbed my shoulder and with some force, flipped us over. He grabbed my legs and slotted them over his shoulders, gave me a smile and started to fuck me. I was growling and grabbing his tight, muscled ass and egging him to fuck me deeper and harder. I could feel his sweat dripping on me as the heat built up. Suddenly the words just poured out of me, “I want you to cum in me, fucking fill my ass man.” He roared at me and uttered ‘fuck it’ under his breath before he pulled his cock out and ripped the condom off. With a quick grin and nod from me, he pulled his foreskin all the way back and slid back in. The look on his face when he balls deep was nothing short of bliss. He reached back and pulled off his socks, locked eyes with me and pressed them over my face; all the while pounding his huge uncut cock in full, fast strokes. The scent blinded me to everything. I became, in all senses of the word, completely his in that moment. My whole body gave into his ramming cock, lost in his eyes and under the spell of his scent. We were both soaked in sweat, he was holding me down and staring at me when he hit the perfect spot. My cock throbbed and my balls pulled up, forcing the first shot of cum. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out and my vision blurred as the orgasm wracked my body. For the first time in my life, I was feeling a true prostate orgasm. My body was emptying into his eyes as my every drop of my cum was covering me. My ass locked down, every muscle gripped his cock trying to slow the intensity. It proved too much for James as every muscle on his body flexed and he growled deep in his chest, his cock made one final thrust as deep as he could. The foreskin on his cock pulled all the way back and his head swelled up. The cum was thin, and shot so far into me it wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Each of the at least 12 shots came with a throb of his cock and a pulse in his balls, I could feel everything. Feeling his cum slam into my prostate drove me off the edge again and I came more. Every breath filled with the overwhelming musk of his socks. He collapsed on me, his strength gone. He didn’t move for awhile, just nuzzled into my neck, breathing just below my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and relaxed into the moment. PART 8 Once we caught our breath and he finally had the strength to roll off me, his now soft cock slipping out of my well used hole, he just looked at me with grin. “Ready for that steak?” I chuckled at him. “Yea man, just give me a minute?” I nodded to him as he hopped up and grabbed his bag, pulling out a phone. I saw him dial a quick number and hold the phone to his ear, “Hey babe, what ya up to?...awesome, hope you ladies are planning a great night...I am already 6 beers in, gonna just crash at my buddy's place tonight...yea absolutely...Love ya too babe...cya tomorrow.” Moments after he hung up the phone, he crawled back into bed, sliding his arm up and around me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he pulls my face onto his and kisses me deeply as I start to feel his cock grow again.... To be continued.... Hope you all enjoyed this fantasy; If you want to hear more, I will def enjoy continuing.

The only time I was in Club 80, I entered the Dark Room and it was honestly like being in the night of the living dead. Many, many years ago: I was less adventurous then; I left. I miss being in a place where you could just go, get into a dark room or place, and just blow your load (no "what do you look like", "asl", "why are you here" and other BS).

Always 😋

I’ve just watched the Netflix series covering the Tour de France. Really got me horny watching those skinny guys in Lycra and wanting to worship their straining bulges and fuck thier super tight asses….

I found him on BBRT. He was 22. I was 24. He was Latin, uncut, said he was poz. My status said, "Ask Me." I had been barebacking for a while: in the sauna at the gym, in the bathroom at Splash, in the back room at underwear parties around town. That Wednesday, I was horny after working out at the gym, and I pulled out my phone in the locker room before going to the steam room. Scruff is a great app. He had a hairy chest and a great uncut dick. I unlocked. Put my phone away, tried to get blown in the steam room but failed. Showered. He had messaged back, unlocked, and given me the address. "I'm poz, not on meds. I don't pull out. If you want it, come." I put on my sweaty gym clothes instead of my work clothes and walked to the address. I rang the buzzer, but didn't expect an answer. But he buzzed. The door pushed open. Was I really doing this? I felt my ass throbbing, and my cock started to get hard in my pants as I walked up the four flights of stairs. By the time I got to his apartment, it was swinging between my legs--perfect for when I was going to be the poz top breeding some new neg bottom. But for now it was me. I was going to get pozzed. I felt the precum oozing out just thinking of it. I started to knock on the door but it was already open. I pushed it open, walked in, and locked it behind me. As I passed the kitchen, a glass was on the counter. "It's G. Drink it," he ordered. I drank it. "Go bend over and show me your ass while the G hits you." I complied. I got on my knees on the carpet in broad daylight, and after a few minutes I felt my head swimming and my desire for cum was boiling up even more insistently. Then he pulled down my workout pants and started licking my hole. I moaned uncontrollably. "How does that feel, bitch?" "Great" I said honestly. He started eating me out masterfully, licking, biting, driving his tongue into my freshly-showered ass. Then I felt it. His rock-hard dick, slick with precum, no condom, full foreskin. He just pushed in. It didn't take long. He shoved in for a few strokes. "Damn, you're hot, bitch" he said. He fucked me for less than a minute. Then I heard him grunt, he stiffened, and I felt his dick get slick as he pistoned in and out. He held it inside me for a minute, then he softened and fell out. "Go on PrEP if you want. If you don't, you're poz now, whore. Get out of my house, chaser." He walked away, closed his bathroom door, and left me alone. I fingered the cum that leaked out of my ass, then went home to decide if I wanted to do PrEP or not. I decided not to. He blocked me. I never saw him again, but my next test result was poz. I jerk off to this memory a lot.

I took a load this morning from a BBC guy I met off of that location based web app (you know which one) I won't name here. I don't know if it was his apt, or the older Hispanic guy who was also there's place. The older guy just watched. I would have taken his load too if he'd wanted. Anyway, I hope I can meet up with this guy again soon.

That would absolutely run afoul of the First Amendment, just like virtually all the other "bans" that have been proposed. Of course, the Supreme Court could overturn its jurisprudence on that, but even these right-wingers don't seem inclined to mess with the First Amendment. But as things stand now, discrimination on the basis of the content of the expression (including porn, but not stuff that is legally "obscene") is subject to the highest scrutiny, and absent a compelling state interest that cannot be achieved in a less intrusive manner, such discrimination is (ordinarily) unconstitutional on its face.

Dear friends, will continue soon with the story, had to make a new profile here since my laptop was stolen and i was not able to reactivate my old profile. Anyhow had in the past more stories written here.

First time I felt a cummy hole with my throbbing cock I was much younger cruising a local gloryhole. One night someone turned around on me while he had been sucking me off for a while and the sensation of that sloppy drippy hole wrapping around my dick got me beyond rock hard. Knowing a mans hole is as hungry to receive my sperm as my cock is hungry to blast into it is a natural aphrodisiac that no drink or drug could ever replicate. I love sharing all body parts with multiple men, we're all here for a fun time. Let's play.

Chapter 4 Adrian laid there on top of me, obiously having worked up a sweat plowing my ass because it felt like his chest had a sheen on it. We didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, and Adrian's dick stayed lodged in my ass this entire time. The only sound in the room was the whimpers coming from me. "Relax baby, I can feel that heart racing", Adrian said softely into my ear. He was talking in a much softer, almost sympathetic, tone, which was a change from just a few minutes ago. Adrian's hands slipped under my chest and began rubbing and twisting at my nipples. Nobody had ever touched my nipples like this, and his rough hands felt good as they tweaked and pulled at them. Almost like it was hard wired to my nipples, my cock was once again rock hard. "Stop the whining fag boy, look how hard that little white dicklet is just from having your tits played with. Your're turned on having your nips played with, just like a woman. That don't happen with straight boys. I know you're in denial right now, white boy, but you gotta admit you loved my big dick plowing your ass. The way you were whimpering, begging for my dick, pushing back against that big cock, there's no way you can't say you're a cock slut", he softly whispered in my ear. Adrian squeezing my nipples was making my ass twitch around his cock, clamping down on it like a vice. "Yeah look at your faggot ass, clamping down on Daddy's big cock. You're trying to get it my big cock hard so it can fuck you again?". "Nnoo...Daddy I don't think you should fuck me again". I thought to myself one poz load was enough, I might get lucky and not catch anything. "Bullshit white boy. I know that tight pussy is begging for my cock again. I'm not done fucking this ass tonight. I know this ass wants more". I moaned, not sure sure if it was from the pleasure of my nipples being played with, or the dread of knowing I was gonna be fucked again. I felt Adrian's cock start to swell in my ass, and before long he was rock hard again. Feeling the cock grow in my ass was a weird sensation, and before long I felt my ass pushing up against Adrian, trying to get more cock. I let myself go. I wanted this cock. I didn't give a fuck about anything else, all I cared about was getting another load in my ass. "Yeah baby look at you trying to get more of that cock. I turned your ass. You're such a little faggot", he whispered in my ear. I didn't care about what he was saying, as long as he fucked me again. "You want Daddy to breed this ass again?", Adrian asked. "YES DADDY...PLEASE FUCK ME" I blurted out, almost yelling. I could not believe I was begging to be fucked again. I felt Adrian push himself off my back, his hard cock still lodged deep in my ass. "I'm gonna take these cuffs off white boy, don't do anything stupid". Adrian unhooked the link between the wrist straps, freeing them, but left the straps on my wrists. I felt the blindfold ripped from my head, and I was flooded by the light as my eyes struggled to adjust. Adrian flipped me over onto my back, his cock staying in my ass as he flipped me over. "I want you to watch Daddy as he fucks this tight pussy this time". He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close to him, pushing his cock deeper into my ass. He grabbed both of my feet and placed them on his shoulders, then leaned forward over me, pushing my ass up into the air. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I was once again totally held into place so Adrian could fuck me. Adrian's big brown eyes stared down above me as he was about only a foot away. "Beg me to fuck that ass faggot". "Ppllease...PLEASE FUCK ME" I stammered out, wishing he would just start already, wiggling my ass. "What do you want Daddy to do boy", Adrian asked. "PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK AND CUM IN MY ASS". "Be careful what you ask for white boy", Adrian smirked and I felt his cock start working its way in and out of my ass. My ass was obviously loosened up from having just been fucked a few minutes ago, but I still felt incredibly full. I could feel the first load that Adrian blew in my ass leaking out around his cock and down my ass crack. "Daddy's gonna work that first load in boy. Nothing better than fucking a sloppy ass." Adrian kept fucking me and all I could do was moan as his big cock hammered at my ass. He had picked up speed to a steady rhythm, his balls filling the room with a "SLAP SLAP SLAP" everytime he bottomed out in my ass. His cock was digging deeper than it had before at this new angle, and it hurt like hell at first, but before long I was loving it. He caught me looking at the tattoo on his waist. He smirked and pointed to it. "You like that faggot? You know what that means?". I shook my head "no". "It means Daddy is POZ", he winked and kept thrusting. For whatever reason this turned me on even more. My lega slid off Adrian's shoulders and wrapped around his waist, trying to hold him closer to get more of his cock. He let go of my hands and I grabbed onto his muscular biceps. He took his hands and started tugging at my nipples again, putting my cock into over drive. Before long my cock was spewing again, blowing another one of my loads up onto me and Adrian's chests. "That's how all white boys should cum, hands free with a big black cock slamming into their pussy. You're such a little faggot", Adrian whispered into my ass as he kept fucking me. Adrian started sucking on my neck as he fucked me. It felt so damn good. I had not had anybody suck on my neck like this since I started making out with chicks in high school. I could feel Adrian's beard scratching at my neck as he sucked on it, leaving me with burn marks. There was no way I wasn't gonna have hickey's on my neck when he was done. Before long my cock was blowing a third load. I had never cum 3 times in such a short time frame, but I just could not help myself with this big cock in my ass. When I came, my ass clamped around Adrian's cock. Not long after, Adrian's thrusts and breathing became irregular and I felt his cock swell in my ass. His cock started spurting again, dumping what felt like another massive load in my ass. "Take that poz load white boy. Daddy's filling those guts with his poz babies", he grunted out as he came in my ass. After he came, Adrian collapsed down on me again. I laid there under him, being crushed by his body weight, as we both caught our breath. I felt Adrian's cock soften and slip from my ass with a "pop", followed by dribbles of what I knew had to be Adrian's cum down my asscrack. We laid there for a few minutes before I felt Adrian slide up off of me and stand next to the bed. It had felt good to be protected under Adrian's body, almost like we were having a moment. How had a I come to this? Laying under a big black stranger who had just fucked my ass, even after I asked him not to. I should be furious right now, but all I could think about how hot his cum dripping from my ass is. My ass felt so empty, like it was missing something. If you had told me this morning that I would be laying on a bed with two poz loads up my ass tonight I would have punched you in the face. But yet here I was. "Am I gay?", I thought to myself. "Nah, this was fun, but I still love women", I tried to tell myself. "I'm gonna go back to Audrey and pretend none of this happened". But then I panicked about Adrian being POZ. My heart raced once again. How I had let this happen once, yet alone beg for it a second time? My thoughts were quickly interrupted, as I felt Adrian grab me by the hair and pull me to the side of the bed. "A faggot always cleans up when Daddy is done fucking them. Get my cock cleaned up". I looked up at Adrian's cock and saw his cock shaft was slick my ass juicies, and his short pubes had white froth in them from churning up the cum in my ass as he fucked me. Not knowing what to do I grabbed the comforter from the bed to wipe Adrian's cock, as he held my head firmly by the hair. Adrian slapped me in the face, causing me to see stars again. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? THE ONLY THING YOU USE TO CLEAN THAT COCK IS YOUR MOUTH!!", he bellowed out. Clearly the old Adrian was back. I gagged in my mouth, thinking about where that cock had been and what could be on it. Before I could think anymore Adrian pulled my hair into his crotch, and I had not choice but to start licking. I cleaned all of the cum and ass juices from his cock, licking around so much that my tongue started to get sore. When Adrian was satisfied with my work he let go of my hair and walked into the bathroom, while I just knelt on the bed, not knowing what to do. I heard Adrian taking a piss in the bathroom, it sounded like he had just turned a garden hose on. The toilet flushed and Adrian walked out. I looked at Adrian, waiting for my next instructions, hoping I would not be yelled at again. "Look at you obeident little white boy, waiting for Daddy to come back. Go cleaned up fag time for bed". I got off the bed and went into the bathroom. "Don't you dare push any of my babies out of your ass baby boy, we want those swimmers to knock you up tonight". I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My hair was messed up, my eyes were red and puffy, and there was dried cum on my chest. My neck was full of hickey's from where Adrian had sucked on my neck. "That's gonna be tought to explain", I thought to myself. I turned around and inspected my ass in the mirror. My ass was red and tender to the touch, and my hole looked swollen. I could see a little of Adrian's coming leaking from my hole. I washed my face under the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the cum and lube from my ass crack before going back to join Adrian. I came out of the bathroom and saw Adrian laying in the other bed than the one we had just fucked on. I went to the bed Adrian fucked me on, not wanting to share a bed with him. "No white boy, you sleep over here with Daddy tonight". "What the fuck", I thought to myself. This man had just bred my ass twice, sleeping in a bed with him wasn't going to make it any more gay than it already has been. I crawled into bed next to Adrian, and he rolled over and put his big arms around me, and I could feel his big soft cock nestled in my ass crack. I thought Adrian was trying to fuck me again, but before long I could hear him snoring in my ear. I laid there, not able to sleep, trying to gather my conflicted thoughts. "Did I really like this? Am I gay? Did I just get HIV" I thought again to myself.

Me getting bred by my favorite fuck buddy. If you switch the pics back and forth, its like watching me get fucked.

I loved the nud nights, a basement full of guys all just fucking raw and in the open. So much fun and so many guys just having a great time.

Well .... as they say in AA ....... First things First !!!!!! 😜

I’ve been there as well. Good place.

It's a side effect of embracing a fantasy as an author. Matter of surviving, I sometimes feel the same about my topics of interest -not necessarily sex or poz-. When you literally dive into a topic and use all your enthusiasm there, you reach a dead point where you have to stop or you bump into a wall! And it hurts!

Closet sub bottom guy here. The last time I got a load I set up a tent in my backyard during the summer and hit up an older guy I've been seeing nsa for years and waited naked inside. He came in and used my mouth but then he took me outside the tent and fucked me in my driveway and the street and came in me. Neighbors definitely saw lol

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

loving this story, cant wait for more. thanks Pervinmt

I'm not particularly worried about the "undecided" Democratic ballots in Michigan. From what I understand from political folks up there, the percentage of such is well within the "normal" range for a presidential primary. (I could be wrong but I'm going based on what they're telling me.) What concerns me most is not who the Senate Republican leader is, but whether that person is Minority or (shudder) Majority leader. If we lose the Senate AND the presidency, look for Trump to pressure Alito and Thomas both to step down during his term so he can appoint someone young, like Barrett, to their seats, and lock in a Republican majority for another 30+ years. Conversely, there's no guarantee either would retire (or die) during a second Biden term, but if one or both of them did, we might have a rare shot at flipping a seat back to saner hands.

Sounds like you did everything right. Think of how many guys he’s chatted with, but never met up with before. He’s just having a case of the guilties. I’m sure when he’s horny, he thinks of your mouth and blow job. You will probably hear from him again. But best for you to set him free and if he comes back, it was meant to be.

I grew up going to Catholic school and even though my parents were "not-practicing", they made their children go to Church. Now I am from a blue-collar, six day a week working family who were incredibly racist and hated just about every minority. I don't believe I ever spoke to a non-white individual until I was in my junior year of high school, and that was something they could not prevent, or in their terms "protect me" from. Yet I never heard any kind of homophobic remarks. Not one. I remember listening to their conversations from the top of our staircase, they were discussing my grandfathers's purchase of land in the Florida Keys and how "the homosexuals" were really doing wonders for that area by opening "small hotels" (I suppose they meant guest houses) and pumping money into the economy of Key West. Now, maybe they had some idea of my sexual orientation and I was sexually active at a young age, and I know my father was well aware of it. Yet, nothing was ever said. When I finally had "the conversation" with them, they were pretty much accepting. For them, it was all about my career. The liked my first long term partner, because of course he was white, Catholic, college educated and a government employee like myself. My second partner, also the same. Invites to all family functions, my partners were always included. My father did not mince words. He used ever derogatory term while I was growing up, and actually blamed African Americans for him having to close his business, as the security firm was calling the house nightly to report yet another break in to his establishment. So I can't say my parents were homophobic, I don't know of any other extended family members that were gay. My Dad did like to tell stories about him chasing women, and how he accidentally went into a lesbian bar in downtown Philadelphia only to be told he needed to leave. He found it amusing, he said it was an honest mistake. But I never heard him say anything about gays. Didn't seem to faze either parent....

It really depends on what the guy enjoys, some guys want to be throated as they cum, some like just their head in my mouth so I can focus just on that as they cum, some are much more visual and want to see me on my knees, mouth open as they wank their load into mouth and on my tongue. I honestly don't mind as long as the guy is satisfied and I get a mouthful of cum to swallow! Hence I really, really love gloryholes lol, you can go to a sauna and leave with a stomach full of anonymous cum after just a few hours 😉

I figured it out watch straight porn. I would always prefer the small clips where it was just the man on screen. When I finally mustered the courage to connect with a guy on a4a. He had me ride him. I remember when he asked me if he should wear a condom I nearly spat out no. I knew I wanted my first to be raw and real. So I rode him like newborn whore. Cam on his chest. He then flipped me over and slow dicked me for an hour before seeding my virgin hole. He always made me cum first, then abused my ass for his liking. I loved it, never looked back on topping or condoms.

Just left from an intense anon fuck, got in to the open door, it was all dark, we agreed that I'll strip and get on my knees and put on a blindfold that was left for me. I waited about 5 min before I felt the presence of someone else, then realized it was at least 2 sets of hands touching me all over and feeling my prelubed hole (my partners morning cum of course). Then i was led to the bedroom, was put on my back, with my exposed hole and the one of them started rimming me and the other put a bottle of poppers for me to huff. then I realized there were 3 men in the room when I was ordered to suck 2 at a time when the guy that was rimming started playing with his cock head on my hole, slightly pushing in. that's when I started begging him to use me. so he shoved his entire cock all the way and I moaned in pleasure. he wasn't that long but thick and started pounding my hole nice and fast. when he came they switched positions and I tasted his cock with leftover cum and my ass juices while the other men pushed in my hole. this went on for a while and when they all finished dumping a load in me, still blindfolded I asked if they wanted to DP me. their answer was simple, "fuck yeah!" so I switched positions and sat on one cock while the second started pushing in and the third stood in front of me, allowing me to suck on his cock while feeding me poppers. i came like that and they all continued fucking me in doubles, alternating pairs till they all started cumming in me but continued fucking. When they finished I was plugged to keep the 8 loads they deposited in me. now I am ready and excited for me triple fuck later today!!! 🐷

I try to be right down his shaft deep as possible and take the loss in my throat.

For 13.5 years my ex basically controlled my entire sex life. He would organise guys to come and fuck me, he would take me to the backroom and supervise me being gangbanged - he even organised the tops for my conversion party. He loved watching me taking loads and he loved fucking me after I was full of loads. Funny part was, I love it too.

Chapter 2 This is the one we call the "black mamba" - about nine inches long, and thick enough to hurt if you aren't experienced. I first mastered it successfully about three months ago, after almost six months of trying. Now it's my starter dildo. M lubes it up and places it on my belly while he works his lubed fingers up my arse. He likes to use only the smallest amount of lube possible. M then walks over to the bed and picks up the dildo harness, steps into it, tightens it up, and spends a while fixing the black mamba into position. He takes his sweet time. My eyes are swivelling as the drugs accelerate. By the time he's ready, I'm almost screaming for him. He takes up his position between my legs and teases my wet hole with the blunt end of the dildo. He takes a roll of toilet paper and slowly makes a wad of it. Then he soaks some poppers into it. "This is what you want isn't it," he says, and holds the wad of poppers-soaked paper over my mouth and nose. He's rough, the fumes are way too intense, I can feel the chemical burn on my skin. I yelp and try to jerk my head away, but he's way too strong for me. He likes to hold me down and force me to take whatever he decides to give me. "I'm going to hold this here until you stop fighting." It's no good, I can't hold my breath, I'm forced to just breathe in the fumes until I'm flying high as a kite. "Relax. Or this is going to hurt," he says keeping the poppers pressed over my face as he slowly works the dildo into me. The pressure increases until the bulbous head breaks through my arse lips and I buck with the sharp pain. He pauses for a second and barks "relax!". I try, but it hurts, and I cry out as he pushes it further in. "You took this easily last time," he grumbles. He keeps pushing. He looks like a kindly old man but there's no mercy from him. He isn't one of those considerate types who hold still waiting for you to "get used to it". He just keeps pushing it slowly further and further into me. He is in control of my body, there's nothing I can do to get away. I know I'll just have to take it. But I can't do it, I can't relax. Then I realise ... this is what I wanted. All those weeks and days and hours of waiting, this is what I was waiting for. And now I'm getting it. So then I just stop fighting. I close my eyes and relax into the intense pressure. The fat dildo just keeps stretching my insides wide open, deeper, deeper, and I breathe in the poppers, and I let it in. "That's better," he says looking down intently at my stretched hole. At some point the tip hits something deep and tight, and I tense up and cry out in pain again, but again he just barks "relax!". I try to explain that it hurts, but the gag muffles me. He slaps me roughly on the face, "shhh". He keeps pushing. Eventually he settles for a slow, shallow fucking rhythm. He lets my insides rest for a while, and the pain eases and I relax a bit. Then he suddenly rams it deeper again without warning, I cry and tense up in pain, he barks at me and slaps me. "Quiet. We'll have security knocking down the door." Then we repeat the cycle all over again. Gradually I get used to the intensity of the sensations. Eventually I'm open, enough so he can ream the black mamba all the way in and out without pause. I still feel the intense pressure but no pain, I'm used to it now. It's part of being fucked. It always takes work like this to get opened up. It isn't "fun" at all. But once I'm open and taking that dildo easily, M pats my head and says "good boy", and I feel stupidly proud of myself. I don't understand why I keep wanting to be subjected to this torture, the pleasure is intense but so is the pain and suffering. I also don't understand why M keeps typing stuff into his phone the whole time. At least, I don't figure it out until later.

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

Love going to SBN (London) on a Sunday. The darkroom upstairs at the back of the club is my favourite place. I would kneel on the bench facing the wall with my hole facing the room and take any cock rubbed up or pushed into my hole…it was such a turn on just having my hole used. 💦💦

"Take the bus?" That's a euphemism for butt sex I haven't heard before!

I was able to get away from my small town to a mid-size city last week. Because I was staying with a friend, I couldn’t host, which made it difficult to hook up. But late last night I got a text from a hot 21 year old otter. He was direct and polite, enough for me already to want to meet but then his pics were really hot with a great-looking cock. He asked to see my ass, and as soon as he saw my hairy hole, he replied “I want it”. He couldn’t host either, but suggested we fuck outside the suburban house he was staying in with his gay friends. He said we’d have to be very quiet and we only had 30 min. I’d already tucked myself in for the night, but happily got up to pop my contact lenses back in, and drove the 6 minutes to him. He greeted me in the dark at the gate on the side of the house, and was charming as he whispered that he wanted me to bend over a chair he’d pulled out. I offered him lube but he said spit is hotter. I asked if he wanted some head first but he said he really wanted to get into my ass, so I pulled my shorts down and bent over, in plain sight of the next-door neighbour’s front door just 3m away. He wasted no time in gently fingering me. I am a natural moaner, and men always like it, but my mission was to be as quiet as possible, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his virile cock teasing my hole. I had been fucked a few hours earlier by another guy with a 7” cock, so he was able to get in without lube without any discomfort. He bottomed out as soon as he slipped in, and it felt so good, both because of the dimensions of his dick, but also because he was so cute and sexy. He fucked me slowly and rather deliberately for the first 5 minutes or so, then began to pick up speed. It was novel and a bit odd to be fucking so without any sounds from either party, but in a way it allowed me to focus my mind and body on his cock alone. He’d been fucking me faster for another 5 minutes or so and then he whispered he was going to cum and sunk in balls deep. He had a pretty intense orgasm because he was shuddering and still fucking me for another minute or two after he loaded my ass. I squeezed my ass around his cock a few times to show my appreciation, and tightened as he pulled out so that none of his cum would escape. I knew he’d blown a big load because of how wet it felt, and this made me quite happy. He was genuine and sweet, saying it was great and thanked me. I did the same and in the dark I thought he was reaching out to shake my hand, but then realised as I clasped his fist that he wanted to fist-bump. We quietly chuckled and I made a rock-paper-scissors motion. It was a bonus to see his cute smile and quiet laugh at that. We wished each other a good day and just as I exited the gate I almost walked into a guy walking his dog. It was hot to think that that guy had now idea he’d almost just walked past two guys fucking. Once I got back to bed, I fingered myself a bit to get a whiff of his cum. It turned me on so much to smell it as I stroked. Turns out he shot so deep I could only get an essence, but the volume was considerable deep beyond. I kept it in all night and by the morning, I'd absorbed it all. Big turn on for me, thinking I carried a piece of him in me 🙂 If only I had a fuck buddy like him in my town!

Part 2... So I was getting totally fucked in earnest by this BBC and my slammed up hole was convulsing on his every thrust. Squeezing, milking him for every bit of nut in his enormous sack. "You like that big nigga pipe in your pussy don't you baby? You're gonna get all that nut in yo pussy in a minute. Ohhh" and with that he gave a final thrust and seated his member the deepest it would go in me and his dick began to swell with every pulse. Suddenly, my hole was burning up, as every pulse brought out torrents of nut coating my insides. He collapsed on top of me and began to pull out. "Just wait bitch, Ima call my boys now, and we finna run a train on that pussy. You gonna have so much nigga dick and nut you might explode." Part 3 soon...

U=U (as many others have said). HIV is really pretty hard to catch in the Western world today if you're not actively trying to do so. But. There are a lot of other nasties out there, and they are much easier to catch. In your shoes, I'd worry a lot more about bringing those home to your wife. Imagine her reaction to finding crabs "down there" if you didn't happen to notice them in time...

U = U (Undetectable = Untransmittable)!!! In otherwords, you can rawdawg with undetectable Poz guys and won't get pozzed.

CHAPTER THREE: After several months of lying, fighting and sex only when we were high, I arrived for a long weekend in Los Angeles with the idea that if our relationship was going to ever work, we ought to try to enjoy at least one weekend without the drugs. In the car ride from the airport to Manny's apartment, I gingerly brought up the subject. "How would you feel about us not doing any partying this weekend? Just for a change." Manny was driving and he had just turned off the freeway so I wondered if the silence meant he hadn't heard me. "Manny? Did you..." "I heard you. Sure. That sounds fine." There was a long silence as we made our way through the residential neighborhood of Long Beach where he lived. "I just.... I'm curious what this is all about?" "I don't know. I mean. We both love to get high. But I hope we can agree... we love each other more." "Sure." And that one syllable could not have possibly been delivered in a less convincing tone of voice. When we got to his apartment, I noticed his roommate wasn't there. When I asked where Natalie was he said she had some family stuff to take care of in the valley. "So we have the place to ourselves," I offered... making my way toward him with my lips and hands. I was horny. And I wanted to fuck. "I haven't worked out yet today. And you know I hate to cum before hitting the gym. Let's wait until after dinner." "Okay. What do you want to do?" "There must be something good on TV. Why don't you pick something. I need to hit the toilet real quick." Manny disappeared down the hall, shutting the door to the bathroom. When the door was shut I know that meant he was taking a dump. So I found the remote and turned on the TV and started channel surfing. In a minute or two, I heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of the toilet flushing. "Is this okay?" I called to him, having settled on a rerun of Golden Girls. "Sure," he called to me as I heard him slowly walking toward the livingroom. First I smelled it. Then I saw it. He was surrounded by enormous plumes of white Tina smoke. As he continued to light and suck enormous hits off his pipe. I guess he'd stached it in the bathroom. Seeing him smoking got my dick hard immediately. And as he arrived on the sofa next to me he pulled me in for the biggest shotgun of my life. "Oh fuck" we both said as we yielded to what was clearly already taking root as a serious drug addiction. Even though I'd wanted a sober weekend the moment I took that first hit I heard myself thanking him for not letting me push our Tina off for even a day. "I was wanting this all day," he admitted. "How much did you get," I asked. "Just two 8balls, 4 ecstasy, 3 ounces of G and some Viagra." He handed me the pipe and I started smoking hungrily as he released my cock and sucked the pool of precum from my swollen purple cockhead. He yanked down my jeans and started to go for my ass. "I'm not sure if it's so clean. I just got off a 5 hr. flight." He ignored me and moaned as he rubbed the ripe sweaty scent of my hole all over his face and beard. In no time I was returning the favor burying my face in his ass as he draped himself face down over the wooden coffeetable. He grabbed the remote and switched channels to a techno music station. I quickly brought my dripping cock to his hole and he turned around to face me. "I threw away anything that could be used as lube so do it natural. Spit and precum and nothing else." I popped the head in and dripped a river inside him. He pushed back hard against my dry shaft seeming to enjoy the pain of abrasion tearing at his hole. "Did the boy upstairs fuck you?" I asked. Instead of answering he grabbed his cell from his pocket and sent a text. "I got more stuff. Come on down whenever your Mom goes out." I was pumping into his hole faster and harder and talking real dirty, telling him how badly I wished I was poz so I could infect him. He answered with his quasi-serious warnings that he hoped I would never slam again. That smoking was just fine. And there was no reason to risk a more serious unmanageable addiction by shooting up. I looked down at my right arm and hoped the track marks weren't too obvious. I was so lost in our fuck that I didn't hear the front door open. Had he left it unlocked the whole time? I only knew the teenage kid was there the moment I felt his tongue gently lapping at my hole. I then felt Manny slide up, arching his back to almost sit up, keeping my cock lodged deep so that he could pass the pipe and torch back to our guest. I turned to look at him as he smoked. Jesus. How old was this kid? He didn't look much older than 15 or 16. "How old are you?" I blurted out before realizing the question might be a buzz kill. "Oh. I'm... almost 19," he said and I'm pretty sure I spotted a look pass between them as both their cocks bobbed up. I braced myself for a weekend of wild tweker sex with a cast of characters I would likely not be able to keep in my memory. And the higher we got, the more we both accepted that anonymous and high risk were what we both wanted to chase til I got on my plane home Tuesday morning. Manny wanted me dripping cum into my seat on the flight. And I wanted to imagine them fucking passionately for the whole 5 hours of that flight.

Yes - I have a fetich for older men. My first experience having real sex was with my paternal grandfather - he was in his 50’ies at the time so you can guess that I was quite young. He looked a lot like Sam Elliott (the actor) - sinewy, slender body, thick gray mane of hair, hairy chest and a fat cock of about 7”. I started staying with him when my parents went on holidays or weekends away. Grandad lived alone in a two bedroom flat in Copenhagen - my grandmother had divorced him when my dad was quite small to move in with her old childhood sweetheart in another part of Denmark so I never knew her. And my father felt so betrayed that he cut her off completely. In grandad’s bedroom there was - what we in Denmark call a 1½ person bed. It is a bed that is slightly wider than a single bed but not as wide as a double bed. And this was where I was supposed to sleep next to gran - with my own duved etc. but still next to him. Long story short he made his move and that was the beginning of a very safe but sexfuelled relationsship with him (if you want details write me ;-)). He would be very gentle and not do anything I didn’t like but he kept pushing the boundaries until we had progressed to fucking - first I fucked him with my boycock and then he slowly fucked me with his fat cock. For me it became a safe haven to experiment sexually and I never even once saw it as abuse. But I guess that is why I today have a fetich for older men and have had a lot of really HOT encounters over the years - all bareback as older men tend to be more relaxed about this.

My sweet spot right now seems to be dad/son incest role play as the very receptive and breedable bottom dad. I think building some muscle over the pandemic has told lots of top sons 20-30 years younger than me that I'm a dad they need to fuck and fill. Love a rutting top bull son so if you're ever in my town...

I always enjoyed older men and incest. My dad is 22 years older than me. We started having sex when I was 14. It started with me giving him blowjobs, swallowing his cum, and serving as his urinal. Soon he was fucking my ass. Eventually my older brother, 18 months older then me, found out and started using my mouth and ass too. My father and older brother were not only my first father-son spit-roast three-way, but also my first double penetration three-way. After a year of my dad and brother using me, dad started turning me over to his poker buddies and bar owners in order to clear his gambling debts and bar tabs, and my brother let his high school football teammate buddies and other friends use me in exchange for favors and pot. Although I enjoyed the musclebound football jocks, I really loved the older guys my dad whored me out to. It is not surprising when I turned 18 and was legal drinking age, I found a leather bar that housed a leather club and became a sub to the daddy leather bear members. This also explains why my first partner was 26 years older than me. However, now that I am 55 and find older tops difficult to hook up with especially during the pandemic, I find myself hooking up with younger tops.

Talked with a trucker on Grindr in Denver. He was delivering across the street from my work. Hot trucker but didn’t get to hook up. We favorited each other and said we would hook up in the future. Took a road trip east on I 70 to Louisville. Passing through St Louis I stopped for gas and pulled up Grindr. That trucker was at a truck stop just a mile from my location. Hit him up and he was game for a quick fuck. Had never done it in the sleeper before. He left the curtains pulled back and railed me on my back had a great cock and big balls hitting my ass while trucks drove in front of the open window. Blew his load deep in my ass and I jacked my load out on my belly and chest. Hot fuck.

Part 7 A few months later I was, unusually for me, in something of a reflective mood. I had enjoyed every minute of my week in Scotland - the scenery, the food, the company, the relaxation and, most of all, the horny sex. It had all been quite unexpected and it felt like I had spent most of the week dumping my toxic cum up a series of extremely fit lads. I had certainly never thought that I would see David, who had always been fanatical about safe sex and quite judgemental about barebacking, on his back begging to have his cunt loaded with dirty cum. I had also enjoyed the horny sex I had with Josh and Max and my dick always got extremely hard every time I thought about shooting my babies up Max, while his boyfriend kissed him and told him he loved him. My dick got even harder when I got a message from Josh a couple of months later which said "Thanks!" This was immediately followed with another message which simply said "Mission accomplished." So why was I in a reflective mood? Around this time my new car needed a service and I decided to take it back to the company I bought it from. This was, I admit, partly in the hope of getting another fuck with the good looking, straight car salesman who had sold me the car. Adam was a good looking dark haired guy in his early thirties, who lived with his girlfriend and their two children. While on the test drive, Adam had told me he liked to have sex with guys now and then and we had fucked in a quiet country lane a few days later. Although Adam had asked about condoms initially, he had not asked my status and he had not seemed too worried about me fucking him bareback and loading up his tight, hairy arse. I booked my car in for service and when I took it in to them I didn't see Adam. As the guy who served me was filling out the paperwork I asked casually about Adam. The guy told me Adam was off sick. Apparently he had been unwell for a while - he had had a really bad dose of flu a couple of months before and seemed to have got over it but then it came back and they weren't really sure what was wrong with him. I couldn't help wondering myself. I thought back to Adam bent over the car, begging me to fuck him harder, and then I thought of how he had said he liked doing it with guys because he could get "a few things that his girlfriend couldn't give him". I knew I had knocked up both David and Max, and I couldn't help wondering if I might also have planted a baby in Adam. I thought about Simon, and Jack and the train guard and some of the other guys I had fucked recently. I had always found it horny not to know if I was leaving anything in the guys I fucked - but now, for the first time, I wasn't so sure. Reflecting on my fuck with Adam, I started thinking about some of the horny experiences I had had with straight guys and some I had with guys who thought I was straight. I'd had a really horny experience just a couple of months earlier, when I had taken my nephew, Alfie, to his football match one Saturday morning. Alfie is keen on football and is actually quite a promising player. He trains two nights a week and plays for his school on a Saturday morning. I sometimes help out my sister by taking Alfie to let her get on with work and other things and one of the things I had noticed was that, very often, people would assume I was Alfie's dad. This particular morning was quite cold - and I wished I had put on warmer clothes. During the game, I got talking to another guy who was the father of one of the boys on the other team. We chatted for a while and he was telling me about his son and then asked about Alfie. As with other things, I don't lie - if someone asks me if I am Alfie's dad, I will tell them I'm not - but if they don't ask, I don't always tell. It was clear that this guy assumed I was a dad like him and soon he was telling me his name was Graham and that his wife was pregnant and how this meant he wasn't getting very much in the way of sex. "That's tough," I said, with the air of one who had been there. He nodded. "Sometimes it's really tough," he said. I nodded again. "It's like you just need some relief," he continued. "You can only do this," he made a wanking gesture, "so many times a week." I grinned at him. My dick was beginning to harden and I was fairly sure his was too. He was quite a fit looking guy - blond and stocky with an arse that really filled out his trousers. He leaned in closer "Sometimes you feel you'd do anything for some relief," he looked at me. "You know what I mean?" I told him I knew just what he meant. Just beside the football pitches there was a tea bar and behind that there was a wooded area. A few minutes later I had signalled to Alfie that I was going to get a cup of tea and I was following the guy at a discreet distance as he made his way in to the woods. I wasn't sure what he had in mind - and I thought it was possible he was just wanting us to wank off together or to wank each other but I was up for that. A little later we were in the woods in a little clearing. We could still see the football pitch from there, but no one could see us. Graham unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees along with his white underpants. His cock was already semi hard and he took hold of it and began to wank. I did the same and soon we were wanking together. After a while he looked around and then got down and took hold of my cock. I closed my eyes as he began to suck me. He sucked me really well and a big part of me wanted to let him continue sucking me until I shot my load in his mouth, but after a while I pulled him up. His cock was fully hard and I went down on him and started to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He hesitated for a moment and then he turned round and bent over. He had a really fit arse and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. He moaned, "Oh fuck!" as I began to lick his hole, pushing my tongue as far up him as I could. I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up. "That was fucking awesome!" he said and then he lowered his voice "Do you want to....you know.....fuck me?" "Are you sure?" I said and he nodded. "You up for it?" he asked. I waited a moment and then I said "Go on then." as if making my mind up. He bent over again and reached round to pull my cock towards his arse. I didn't think there was any way he could take my cock with just spit but he pulled his cheeks apart and soon I was pushing my cock slowly but surely right up him. When I was fully up him he asked me to give him a minute and then told me to go for it. He leant forward, his sweatshirt hitched up and his trousers and pants at his knees as I began to fuck him. I love fucking like this, pants down in the bushes with nobody nearby any the wiser. He was wanking now as I began to fuck him harder and it was not long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. As it happened, I hadn't cum for a few days and I was fairly sure that he was going to get a big load up his married arse. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I began to unload my cum into his arse. I pulled out and he stood up and began to wank. After just a couple of strokes he shot his load. A short time later, we were both back at the side of the football pitch. When the match was over I watched him getting into his car with his son, a nice big load of cum deep in his arse. I had another experience with a guy who thought I was straight just a few weeks later. I was meeting a friend who was heavily pregnant for coffee in Hampstead after work. We went into the coffee shop and I helped her to a seat and then went to get our coffees. At a table nearby was a group of lads who were clearly in good spirits - one of the lads, a good looking guy with dyed blond hair was being quite camp and a bit loud at times. It didn't bother either of us and at one point when I had looked across at them, a dark haired lad sitting next to the blond lad had grinned at me and I has smiled back at them. We had another coffee and a good catch up and when we finished it was just getting dark. I helped my friend up and she took my arm as we left the coffee shop. I walked her to her car and then decided that, as it was just getting dark and I was horny, I would try my luck at Hampstead Heath. The Heath can be hit or miss in the early evening but I made my way up there and soon I was on the main path. There were a few guys about and it was still light enough to see what they looked like. As I walked along the path there was somebody walking just in front of me and I was fairly sure it was the dark haired lad from the coffee shop. He stopped a little way in front of me and stood at the side of the path. I moved towards him. "Hey," he said with grin. A few minutes later we were making our way off the path and into the bushes. When we reached a good spot he pulled me towards him and began to kiss me. As we were kissing, he unzipped my trousers and soon his hand was in the front of my pants, playing with my cock as we kissed. He broke off "Do you want me to suck you?" he asked. I nodded and he grinned again. "Where's your partner?" he asked. I couldn't think what he meant at first and was about to say so and then I realised he thought my friend and I were a couple. "Oh," I said, "She's gone home for a rest." This was perfectly true but I couldn't resist playing along with his belief that I was straight with a pregnant girlfriend. "I don't have long." I said. He wasted no time and soon he as on his knees and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me really well and just as I was getting close he stopped sucking and motioned to me to turn round. "What are you going to do?" I asked, in my best suspicious straight guy voice. "I want to lick your arse," he said. I hesitated, but after a while I let him "persuade" me and soon I was bent over and his tongue was right up me. He licked me for a good long time, playing with my cock as he pushed his tongue right into my arse. "Oh fuck," I moaned "That's amazing, lick my fucking shithole!" I could tell he was really turned on thinking that he had his tongue up a straight guy's arse and after a while he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I nodded and he reached into his pocket and brought out some lube and a condom. I didn't say anything as he lubed his arse but then he looked at the condom and a gleam came into his eye. "Do you want to do it without this?" he asked. "It's up to you." I said and he grinned. He put the condom back in his pocket and bent over against a tree, his arse in the air. I stood behind him and pushed my bare cock into his arse. He grunted and leaned further forward as I began to fuck him. It was a brilliant fuck - we were both really into it and I fucked him really hard. He seemed to enjoy this and moaned for me to fuck him even harder. I was close now and my breathing was getting heavier. "Are you going to cum?" he panted "Yeah." I said and he moaned again "Oh fuck......fuck!" I began to cum and it t felt like I was never going to stop - I really bred him. When I had finished cumming and pulled out he stood up, mopping his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck!" he said "That was awesome." As we pulled our pants up he looked a little guilty as he said "I don't normally fuck without a condom," adding with a grin "but I couldn't resist!" I grinned back at him and as we made our way back to the path he said "I'm Steve, by the way" I said I was Lee and we shook hands. I had cum really heavily and I was feeling very satisfied. I knew that Steve had only let me fuck him without a condom because he thought I was straight, but somehow this just made the whole experience even hornier. I've always found it horny that so many straight guys are really protective of their arse holes. I've often found straight guys can take a lot of persuading to let me lick their holes or even look at them. That said, a surprising number seem quite happy to let me fuck them. As I've said before, I often pick up on a guy's interest when I am showing and letting flats and I will usually give them a card with my mobile number on it and ask them to give me a call if they have any questions or would like another viewing. A surprising number take me up on it and it's very often one half of a couple - and not just the gay ones. We manage a number of flats in a very high end block in West London and one morning I was doing a viewing for a couple who were selling their house and wanted to rent a flat for around 6 months while they looked for another one. They had brought their son with them as he would be home from university and would be staying with them. The son was around 19 or 20 - good looking, dark, tall and slim. He looked very like his father, although the father, who looked to be in his early 40s, was now greying. He too was a really good looking guy. It was the wife who did most of the talking and asked most of the questions and I couldn't help noticing that, in the background, the son was cruising me quite obviously. We finished the viewing and I handed cards to each of them asking them to get in touch if there was anything else I could do for them. From the knowing look he gave me when I handed him my card, I fully expected to get a call from the son. A little later in the morning I got a call - but it was from the dad who asked if he could have another look at the flat. I said no problem that could be arranged any time and we agreed to meet in the early afternoon. I was genuinely curious as to what he wanted - he had sounded just slightly nervous on the phone and I wondered if he might actually be up for it. He arrived a short time later and asked a few questions about the flat and asked to see round it again. I was just thinking he might actually only be here to see the flat again but then he cautiously made his move. He didn't say very much but indicated that he was up for a blow job and soon his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a nice big cock, with hairy balls and legs and I really enjoyed sucking him. After I had sucked him for a while, I tried to turn him round so I could lick his arse but he shook his head and motioned me to suck his cock again. I sucked him for a while longer and then, out of the blue he said "Do you fuck?" I said yeah and he nodded and, a little to my surprise, he produced a little pack of lube and opened it - he had obviously come prepared. I was quite happy to be fucked but just as I was going to take the lube from him and bend over I realised he was rubbing it into his own arse - result! We were in the second bedroom and he knelt up on the bed and leaned forward. I stood behind him and pushed my cock against his hairy arse hole. "Just go slowly," he said "I don't do this very often." I pushed up him slowly. I believed him when he said he didn't do this often - his hole was very tight and it took a little while to get fully up him. I gave him a minute to get used to my cock and then I fucked him - gently at first and then a little harder. He gave little grunts as I fucked him and before too long I came deep inside him. He didn't hang around - he pulled his pants and trousers back on and was out the door in seconds. I had to go off and carry out another viewing and about an hour later I got another call. This time it was from the son - Paul. Paul didn't waste any time on preliminaries- he asked if I was up for some fun and could he meet me at the flat? I said yes and we arranged to meet almost immediately. I was thinking I just had time for a quick shower before he got to the flat and then I had another idea. I told him I was on my way back from the gym and didn't think I would have time to shower. He said that was fine, in fact, he would quite like it if I was a bit sweaty. We met a short time later and Paul had my pants down and my cock in his mouth almost as soon as we were in the door. He was really into it and sucked my cock eagerly "Mmm..." he said "Nice and sweaty!" He had no idea that he was sucking a cock that had been up his dad's arse just a short time before and I found this a real turn on. I turned around and told him to lick my arse, which was also a bit funky now. He didn't hesitate and his tongue was up there in seconds. He rimmed me for a while and then asked if I wanted to fuck him. Paul couldn't wait to spread his legs for me. He wanted it on his back so I took him into the second bedroom and soon his legs were in the air and my cock was up his arse. Like father, like son - there was no mention of a condom and I fucked Paul on his back until I was close and then I motioned him to kneel up on the bed. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot a big load of dirty cum into his arse - breeding him in exactly the same place and position as I had bred his dad. In the end, they decided not to take the flat, so I never got to fuck either of them again. I had another horny experience with a guy who assumed I was straight a few months later. I was called by the police after one of the flats we manage was broken into. The guy who rented the flat, an accountant, was abroad and they contacted me as a keyholder. I went along and the place was in a bit of a mess - the door had been kicked in and the frame was splintered. They had also made a bit of a mess in the flat, drawers were pulled out and stuff was all over the floor. We have tradesmen that we use but the police had already booked a joiner to repair the door and I agreed to wait for him. He arrived a bit later and right from the start I found him quite irritating. He was quite loud and, I thought, a bit full of himself. Anyway, he got to work on the door and seemed keen to chat to me so I thought I might as well as I was stuck there anyway. He did pretty much all of the talking and after a while he announced that he had to go for a piss. I heard him piss noisily in the toilet and then I heard him call "Hello, what's this? He emerged from the bathroom waving a fair sized rubber dildo and told me it had been lying on the bathroom floor where it had obviously been pulled out a drawer. "Ooh," he said in a high voice "A gay boy!" I knew he was referring to the tenant and I looked at him. "I don't think he is actually - in fact he's not long split up with his long time girlfriend" "Oh," he said. I think he knew he had really pissed me off. He reddened a bit and said "Yeah, I shouldn't have....I shouldn't have made assumptions. I suppose some couples do use......" His voice trailed off. "As a matter of fact," he said after a short pause, still rather red in the face, "My girlfriend's been trying to persuade me to try it." "Really?" I said. He nodded. "I told her no fucking way!" he said with a laugh. "How did she take that?" I asked and he said "Oh well, you know what women are like." I nodded "I know it's usually best to keep them happy." I said in my best straight bloke voice. "I know," he said "But that......no fucking way!" A thought seemed to occur to him. "Has anyone ever asked you to......you know" he said, looking at the dildo. "Well," I said "Yes, actually." "Fuck me," he said "Did you do it?" I nodded and he said "Fuck me!" again. "It's not too bad when you get used to it." He looked disbelieving and I said "Do you want me to show you?" Without saying anything, he nodded. I always carry a little pack of lube with me and I reached into my pocket. "Are you really going to do it?" he asked with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. I nodded. "Watch this!" I said. I pulled off my shoes and then removed my trousers and pants. I lubed up the dildo - and squatted a little. I pushed the head against my arse hole and he muttered "Fuck! You're actually going to do it!" I pushed the dildo up my arse and then began to push it in and out. "Oh fuck," he said again., "What's it like?" I said it feels good and asked him if he wanted to try it. He shook his head. I continued fucking myself with the dildo "You should try it," I said, "You know, try something new, surprise your girlfriend?" He shook his head again but I could see he was wavering. I continued to fuck myself as he moved in closer to watch. After a short time he said "Fuck it......I'll try it!" He pulled his shoes off and then nervously pulled down his jeans and underpants. "Take them off," I said "It's easier. To my surprise he pulled off his jeans and then his pants and bent over. I moved in behind him and started pushing the rubber cock against his arsehole. I took some lube and put it on my fingers and said "This'll help." I started to rub the lube into his arse. At first he went to stop me but hen he let me do it. I pushed the dildo into his hole and he gave a yelp. "It's ok," I said, "just give it some time." I was slowly pushing the dildo into his arse now and he had stopped resisting. I pushed it about half way up and then began to fuck him gently with it. He groaned "Oh fuck, I don't know if I like this!" He didn't stop me though and I could see his cock was getting hard. "New experiences!" I said "Think how pleased your girlfriend will be!" "Yeah," he moaned. "It's not so bad!" He was getting into it now. I had unzipped my trousers and was playing with my cock and I knew he had seen me. I moved in closer to him and showed him my cock. "Do you want to try another new experience?" I asked him and he nodded without saying anything. I pulled the dildo out his arse and moved in behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock, and pushed. My cock was about the same size as the dildo and I figured if he could take one he could take the other. He did - he leaned forward and let me fuck him- giving little grunts and playing with his cock. After a while I could tell he was getting uncomfortable and I knew that I would have to be quick if I wanted to cum in him. I was quite close anyway and after a few more thrusts I began to squirt my cum into his arse. He didn't realise I was cumming at first and then he suddenly said "Are you cumming in me?" I told him I was as I shot the last of my load deep into his arse. I thought he might be pissed off but when I pulled out he was alright. "That was a lot more fun than I expected." he said. Then he frowned "We should have used a johnny." he said "I hope you're clean." I leaned in close to him and said "Don't worry, I had a shower this morning." He grinned at me uneasily and then got on with the job. He was finished quite quickly and he left almost immediately. I'd love to know if he's ever let any other guys fuck him and cum in his arse. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. So, as I said, I was in a reflective mood and I was thinking about all these straight guys I had fucked. I was also thinking about my friend Neil, who I told you about earlier. Neil has always been totally straight, but I had started helping him out by sucking him off. when we used to work together. This had progressed to me licking his arse (he took a lot of persuading initially but very quickly found that he loved it) and then on to him fucking me. We had fucking discreetly for quite a few years now and I knew that Neil enjoyed it as much as I did. He had never liked his arse hole being touched, although he loved being rimmed, but recently I had started rubbing and fingering his arsehole when I was sucking his cock and he hadn't stopped me - even when I had lubed my finger and pushed it right up him. One time he was fucking me on my back and I was playing with his arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and began to finger him as he fucked me. This seemed to make him even more horny and I kept fingering him, pushing my finger deeper up him each time. When he was getting close I began to finger him really hard. He leaned forward and kissed me as I fingered him - something he had never done before - and kept kissing me until he shot his load deep up my cunt. He had not referred to this afterwards but now quite often when we fucked he was kissing me and letting me play with and finger his arse. I was thinking of all these things and wondering if I should bite the bullet and go back on meds. But I really didn't want to and after a while I decided not to think about it any more for now. In a couple of weeks, Neil and I were going on a stag weekend to Berlin for one of his best mates, Lewis. Neil was Lewis's best man and he had asked me to help him on his mission to make sure Lewis kept his promise not to get up to anything with another woman while he was away. I was quite looking forward to it.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.