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My husband is very demanding when it comes to sex between us. He only wants to jerk off together. Have sex together. And he’s very vanilla. I need sex more often and with others. I get bored with one partner. I love him but the control is too much. So today I made up a story to get away from my husband after work today. Met up with a bud off of grinder and stopped by his place. Had an hour or so since I canceled a meeting with a client even though my husband thought everything was on schedule. Met the guy, walked in and we made out. As soon as we got our clothes off we started sniffing the poppers and blowing each other. Could barely keep our hands off each other. We made out and played with each other like animals before he finally slid his raw cock into me. He fucked me doggy at first then reverse cowgirl. I flipped around and fucked him for a bit doggy and he rode my dick. Finally he went back to fucking me doggy and got close and bred me. I could feel as he pumped about 10 shots into my hole. After he came, he started licking my nipples to help me cum, one of my biggest turn ons. I shot my load all over both of us. We got dressed and I called my husband on the way to the store, keeping my buddy’s load in me the whole time. When I got home, I kissed my husband with dick breath and I let my husband breed me. He wondered why I was so wet, but I went to the bathroom before we fucked and told him I lubed myself up for him. My husband is very vanilla and likes to “make love,” so it’s so hot knowing I have someone else’s seed in me as his raw dick is inside me. He has no clue what I’ve been up to while he’s working. He goes away for a few days at the end of the week. I’m gonna see how many loads I can take while he’s gone.

Hey guys, thanks for the encouragement. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to post subsequent chapters -- just as comments on this thread? Anyway, here goes: II. The Bestowing Hours and hours, deep into the night, the Brothers performed their sacred duty. Muscles heaved, sweat poured, solemn chants mixed with animal grunts, as erection after pulsing erection glided easily into the Initiate’s opening, now slick with sacred semen. Many a man delivered his life-giving load in just a few thrusts, but some, understandably, drew out their pleasure – savoring the delicious hope that, against the odds, their own strain would win the urgent race among the viruses now coursing through the boy’s bloodstream, jostling to be the one to change his destiny. If the extended lovemaking reached the point of self-indulgence, the High Priest would gently pat the top’s jackhammering hindquarters, signaling him it was time to complete his devotions. In those cases nary a split second would elapse before the copulating Brother released his Gift, shuddering in joy and emitting a cry of praise that rang in the gathered men’s ears like a hymn of our Faith. The young Pledge grimaced and at times thrashed, but the implacable Guards held him immobile, face-down against the altar. They did not use shackles, but rather on occasion would free one of the captive’s hands and compel him, while being fucked by one man, to stroke and suck the cock of the next, preparing him for the task at hand. (Truth be told, after many hours, some of the Brothers’ rigid members had flagged. There was no shame in needing some stimulation before performing their service at the young man’s reddened, pulsating buttocks. For indeed the dutiful congregants were patiently awaiting by the dozen their turn at the head – or should we say rear – of the line.) Yet every brotherly cock, as it took its place at the altar, instantly regained its maximum, marble-hewn magnificence – even those that during the long wait had shrunk to their smallest natural state. (To be sure, even when at rest, the Brothers’ flaccid penises outsized the full erection of the best-endowed “normal” man.) The men tensed and pulsed as they made their deposits, as ordered by the ancient rites. Just as, in Christian tradition, sacred words turn the wine to Jesus' blood, so the High Priest's mystical incantation calls forth powers of the cum that is, like the Christian communion, at the very heart of our Religion. In the secret tongue he uttered the Prayer that must never be heard outside these walls: "O Dark Lords, we beseech You to bestow upon us the blessed Gift: the power, from our loins, to plant our seed in fertile soil. A seed that represents burgeoning Life, but also the genesis of Death. "Grant us a mystical union of Men that endures unto the grave and beyond. We commend unto You in sacrifice the youth, health, cleanliness of blood and purity of soul of our newest Brother. Take them from him. Remove from him those pale tokens of human frailty and grant in their stead a power greater than mere mortals can ever fathom. "A power to bond in the most exquisite pleasure, unbridled sexual union, with Men of the same Blood. And to receive, in dark congress, the penetration of our Overlords from the nether realm when they come to us in the night and take what they desire of our human flesh -- giving us in return the purest ecstasy beyond our human capacity to understand. "Grant us these gifts, O Lords. We pour forth as commanded the holy nectar of life. Let it penetrate and transform this Pledge. Take the boy he was, strangle the pathetic mortal life from him, and give him rebirth in glorious full Manhood. "This we pray in the name of Cock, our almighty deity." The Brothers had all delivered forth their precious Devotions from the rock-hard sacred Shafts into the moist, dark, fleshy Chalice that was perfectly designed to receive them. They had exerted every muscle in fulfilling their solemn duty. Rippling torsos gleamed with sweat in the crackling torchlight. Gloriously massive cocks, their hours of diligent work at an end, began to relax from attention, slick with the offerings of the many Brethren who had shared the holiness. The lovemaking had provoked a powerful feeling of blessed togetherness. Now that the raw, animalistic fucking necessary to brutally inject the virus into the new Pledge had finished (it was not without pain and bleeding -- much like childbirth), the tender side of their brotherly love emerged. There were embraces and passionate kisses, and a mingling of taut, muscled limbs as piles of satisfied men fell into each other's arms on the flagstone floor. The High Priest, who was, as protocol decreed, the last to deliver a load (his fourth or fifth of the Service), welcomed this tender moment, and approached the huddle. Seeing the men reclined and entangled, he lifted his spectacular member – even at rest a good few inches longer than most of the Brothers’ full erections – in his hand. A powerful stream of gushing yellow rushed forth. Another holy benediction. The Priest doused the men liberally with its blessings. Mouths opened eagerly to receive their divine liquid benediction. His cock began to stiffen again, aroused by this feeling of family bonding. He allowed the more eager of the Brothers to swallow him, giving a warm balm to throats that were fatigued from chanting and grunting all night. When he felt a sixth eruption of semen gathering force in his loins, he quickly strode to the Senior Brother, a man who could only be described as godlike: golden blond, six-foot-three with chiseled features, icy blue eyes, a magnificent chest lightly dusted in golden hair, and rippling muscles of breathtaking beauty. This Brother, by virtue of his high station -- and, it must be admitted, of an admirable viral load that had maintained its peak of nearly 1 million, years after the Brother crossed over into viral Manhood -- had the privilege of designated Alpha status. This meant exclusive top duties, not only in anointing negative Pledges with his toxic gift, but in recharging Brothers to help top up flagging strains. His potency, in both sexual prowess and viral toxicity, was legendary. This night he had so dominated the Pledge -- delivering a minimum of ten injections -- that the Brethren were certain that his strain would prove the viral Alpha, muscling out the dozens of others that were competing to be the first to overwhelm the formerly strong, young immune system that was destined to be subdued and possessed. The High Priest approached this man. He might be an Alpha, but the Hierarchy must be observed. The Priest lightly stroked his cock and the Alpha knew what to do. He assumed position, turning his deeply rippled back to the Priest. His Brothers helped support him as he leaned, presenting his hard, muscled hindquarters to his Superior. So tight was his hole that assistance was needed in the sacramental Penetration. Willing Brothers lent their tongues to the task, preparing the muscular, manly orifice for its humbling. The Priest was ready to take what was rightfully his. In a single, powerful stroke he drove his manhood -- dare I say godhood -- deep into the most private and intimate part of the Alpha Brother. He grasped the man's muscled shoulders, hard as granite, while he pumped in piston strokes, as powerful as a steam engine. Finally the seed streamed forth deep into the man's cavity. The degraded Alpha cried out in pain and humiliation -- and in love and devotion to his Master. For the Priest had earned his station through many years, and had himself taken countless such Injections. His infection was beyond legendary: a viral load in the millions, in theory resistant to every medication (not that he had, or would, try them). An ejaculation from him virtually guaranteed that a man would retain his potency and be blessed with many offspring. For this the Brothers were grateful and, despite the pain and shame of being raped before the entire assembly, eagerly accepted what was being forced upon them -- for it was a precious gift. This flow of sacred semen came in spurt after spurt. The Priest's buttocks clenched and unclenched repeatedly in involuntary spasms, fulfilling their hard but anointed labor. He tensed his entire body and a guttural, animal roar emanated from his throat. This, the final orgasm of the endless night, marked the official close of an indescribable marathon of impossible ecstasy, both deadly serious and bathed with pleasures only the powers of His Dark Lordship could endow. (To be continued)

My mind raced with anticipation. I was finally going to experience the joy of my master’s cock inside my body. I wanted to show him the proper respect. “I’m not worthy, master.” “Of course you’re not. That’s why you’re a slave. But I’m training you so you are worthy.” “Thank you, master. I want to learn to serve you better.” He lifted his massive member and held it in front of my face. “Just lick the shaft first, like when I allowed to touch me.” “Yes, master.” I extended my tongue and ran it along the base. I’ve always been very oral and I’ve serviced plenty of cocks with my mouth and loved doing it, but just the taste of master’s cock was nearly orgasmic to me. It tasted of sweat and piss and cum and I desperately wanted to take it deep into my mouth. I kept licking his shaft, wishing I had a longer tongue. Master grunted a little. “Not bad, slave. Lick the tip now.” I lavished attention on it, licking every glorious bit of it. I’d occasionally look up at master, wanting to see if I was pleasing him, but he remained impassive. “Lick my balls now.” I continued to do as ordered, excitement rising in me, till master pulled away. “Slave does know how to use his mouth.” “Thank you, master.” “Shut up. Take my cock into your mouth.” Oh, God, I had wanted this moment. I was finally going to have my master inside me. I took him in as deep as I could, glad that all the dicks I had sucked taught me not to gag. “Thank you, master”, I gasped, opened as wide as I could, then took him as deeply as I could. I’ve been told before I give great head, and I used every technique I could remember. I sucked, i teased the tip with my tongue, I gently ran my teeth along the shaft, I deep-throated him, and all I got were a few moans. Was I unable to please my master? He pulled away. “Not bad. You can give a good blowjob. I suppose if I was some married straight guy letting you do what his wife wouldn’t, I’d have shot a load into you now. But I’m not. I’m a dom sex pig and I’m high as fuck on T. Do you think a blowjob from a dirty meth whore slave will even come close to satisfying me?” “No master.” “Fucking right. It’s time for you to learn how a real man uses his slave’s mouth.” “Please, master, teach me.” “I’ll let you have another hit now. Show your master you’ve learned how to smoke T.” He handed me the big pipe and torch. I took the hit into my lungs, but this time, I held it in as long as I could. I wanted the clouds, but I wanted to show master I had learned my lesson more. When I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps left my mouth. God, I was flying. “Good slave. I’ll have a hit now too.” He did, holding it in even longer than I did. “Now, slave, stay on your knees and open your mouth.” I did as ordered, thrilled at the thoughts of what pig sex my master would show me next. “You’re going to learn how real men, true pigs have oral sex. I’m going to fuck your faggot slave face.” Without another word, he grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto his cock. Holy fucking god, it was intense. With every thrust, master grunted with pleasure. Getting face-fucked was a new experience to me. I had never even fantasized about it, but I was thrilled master had taught me a new way to serve a real man like him. His grunts and moans told me I was serving him well and I hoped he’d fill my mouth with cum. As intense as it was, it just made me want him in my ass even more. Then I made my mistake. I forgot my place as a slave. My hands reached up,and touched his ass, hoping to make his thrusts even deeper. He instantly pulled out. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing touching my ass without permission?” “Oh god, I’m sorry master. I thought…” “You’re not here to think, you useless little shit! Why did you think you were worthy of that?” “I wanted to help master thrust deeper! It was so hot and…” “You think a pig like me needs help! What I need is a slave who knows his place!” “I’ll do better, master. Please let me…” “I ought to kick your ass put into the street, call the police and tell them there’s a naked tweaker in the neighborhood!” I could feel the raw anger radiating from him and god help me, it turned me on. “I need more meth. Don’t even look at me while I smoke.” I closed my eyes and hung my head. I knew I’d be punished, and I wanted to learn what exquisite agony master would dispense to me. I heard the torch ignite and a little later, I heard master put the pipe down. “You may look at me again.” I opened my eyes and master’s expression had changed. He was still rightfully angry at my failure, but it was a calmer fury. “You’re lucky I already told my pig friends I had a new slave to serve their animal needs. I don’t give a fuck about you but I don’t want to disappoint them. You’ll still have to be punished.” “I know master. Shall I assume the position for another paddling?” I tried to disguise how I really wanted to have my ass beaten again. He laughed with scorn and derision. “Fuck no! I know a slave like you enjoys it when his master paddles his ass. I’ve got a bullwhip…” God, I wasn’t sure I could take being flogged but the high made me willing to try. Master shook his head. “No. I have a better idea. I know how I can make you really suffer.” I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that he’d pick up his phone and call someone. “Come on over now. Yeah, the new slave is still here. He needs a punishment and you’re going to help teach him a lesson.” Master put down his phone. “There’ll be another pig here in five minutes. Get ready for another lesson.” More to cum

“Have a seat,” he ordered. “The wooden chair with arms. Wait there till I come back.” Master walked upstairs as I set down. My ass, still raw from being beaten, hurt like hell, but it was still erotic to me, but not as erotic as my frenzied anticipation of how I’d pay for daring to touch master without permission. It didn’t take long till master returned with his friend. Damn, his friend was gorgeous, too, but a different kind of gorgeous. Stocky, red-headed, bearded, a flannel shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a gloriously hairy chest, a true bear. Exactly the type of man I find sexiest of all. Master gestured to me and spoke. “Here’s the new slave. Disappointed?” The bear replied. “We can train him, sir. You say he’s willing to serve?” “Oh, he’s definitely willing. He might be the most willing slave I’ve ever had.” Holy fuck, I thought. I was impressing master. Master continued. “He just needs to learn his place. I was fucking his face and he touched my ass without asking.” “Shameful. Does sir want me to spank him?” “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” The bear laughed. “The problem is, he would too. I can tell, he likes having his ass smacked. I’ve got a better idea. Let’s get him strapped to the chair.” Master went to his cabinet and retrieved some leather restraints. They wrapped them around my wrists and ankles leaving me attached to the chair. “Now, my little slave pig,” master said, “here’s how you’re going to suffer. You’re going to watch us have wild, piggy sex. We’re going to fuck like the uninhibited beasts we are. And you’re going to watch, without taking part. You won’t even be able to touch that pathetic little cock to pleasure yourself.” “Yes, master. Thank you for this lesson.” The bear laughed. “You must have gotten him really high to make him this submissive.” “He was even like that before I gave him a hit, but the T brought it out more.” The bear replied, “That’s what Miss Tina…” Master growled a little. “Sorry sir. That’s what meth does, opens up the pig inside.” Master nodded. “Fuck yeah. You want a hit yourself?” “You know I do, sir. I was already feeling a little piggy tonight, let’s make it a lot piggy.” Master handed him the pipe and torch. The bear started to take a hit, then asked, “Shotgun?” Master shook his head. “Normally yes, but not this time. Slave over there gets turned on by the clouds so he’ll suffer a little more watching you blow one. And I know you like them too. It’s a fucking waste of good T.” “Thanks, sir.” With that, he proceeded with his hit, kept it inside his lungs for a few seconds, then let out a massive, glorious cloud. Master’s punishment was working; I desperately wanted, no I desperately needed to touch my cock. “Oh… oh… oh… oh holy cow, that’s strong T. I want…” “I know what you want. Take off your clothes while I have a hit myself.” As master smoked, I was enthralled watching his friend strip. He had plenty of red fur on his stocky form, a few tats I couldn’t quite make out, and an impressive, swollen cock. Not a monster like master’s but still one I wanted to feel inside me. Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. Something inside me briefly wondered why he had never allowed me to see him completely masked but I realized he liked the leather. “On your knees,” he ordered the bear. Once the bear was kneeling before him he commanded, “Start sucking.” The bear opened wide and took master’s cock inside his mouth. It started slowly, just a blowjob, but gradually increased in intensity till master was giving his bear friend the face-fucking he tried to give me. As I watched, my cock swelled. I desperately wanted to touch it. I thought that even if I was just watching a video of it and I wasn’t high, if I could stroke myself, I’d come almost instantly. I understood why master thought this was so great a punishment. Overwhelmed with the need to express my joy, I moaned loudly. Master immediately pulled his cock out of the bear’s mouth. “Fuck,” he growled. “I don’t want to have to hear you moan. I need to be sure you keep quiet.” He looked down at his friend. “Go to the cabinet and get something that will keep him quiet. I’m going to have a fresh hit to restore my mood.” The bear got up and walked towards the cabinet as master took the pipe. “Needs a refill” he grumbled as he walked to get some more T. The bear returned with what I expected — a ball gag. But as he affixed it to my head, he surprised me with a wink and a smile. He put a hand on my shoulder, arousing me even further, then whispered. “Don’t worry. This is all part of your training. Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end,” then added, “if you know what I mean by in the end.” My “end” tingled as I nodded to show that I did. He started to walk away, turned back, then whispered again, “I think you’re incredibly hot and I can’t wait for sir to let me play with you. And I thought that when I first looked at you, even before I got high. Nod if you feel the same.” I nodded my agreement. “Good,” he said, then walked away. Master returned with the reloaded pipe. He took a hit then passed it to the bear. “May I blow a cloud on sir’s cock? It’ll drive him crazy.” “If you must.” He took another massive hit, knelt before master, then slowly breathed it out over his cock. He was right, it did make me crazy. “Shall I suck sir’s cock again?” he asked. “No, it’s time for slave to see how real pigs fuck. Get the lube.” He went to the cabinet and returned with a big jar. “Lube up my cock.” He complied, and then master applied more to the bear’s ass. Without another word, master drove his cock into that gorgeous furry bear ass. The bear didn’t just moan, he roared with delight. A rhythm was instantly established and it was clear they had fucked many times before and knew exactly how to please each other. Master twisted the bear’s nipples, making him gasp with delight. “Please sir, stroke my cock,” gasped the bear. Master fulfilled his plea. I had no idea how it lasted; time had lost all meaning. But they eventually slowed and pulled apart. They were both drenched in sweat. Master looked at me. “Have you learned your lesson, slave?” I nodded. “Do you think you can serve half a dozen pigs like that?” I nodded again. “You’d better, because that’s next.” Once again, he put his cock inside his pants. He looked at the bear and said, “I’m going to go let the rest of the pigs in. Let him loose and explain things to him.” Master went upstairs and his friend untied me and released the gag. He then went and plopped onto a sofa. “Come on over here, sit down with me. I don’t bite, at least not without being asked first.” I walked over and set down. He scooted over next to me and put a hairy arm across my shoulder. It felt erotic, but it was gentle and friendly too. “Sir wants me to explain something to you. He usually lets me out of all his piggy friends do the explanation because I’m a big softy.” He laughed, patted his stomach, and added, “And I don’t just mean my bear belly.” I laughed a little myself. Yeah, I was high as fuck and horny as could be, but a break from the intense sexuality of the past few hours felt good, too. “So, you know you’re being trained, right.” “Yeah, to serve. I’m getting to really explore my sub side. It’s hot, too.” “Right, but it’s not just that. Sir’s a huge dom pig, you know that. And he says you’re a great sub. But he’s got a bigger goal than that. His real point is to let you unlock your piggy side. He loves helping men explore their inner pig. Me, all of his friends, we’ve all been trained by him.” “Really?” “You wanna know how we first met?” “Sure.” “But let’s have some more Tina first. Oh, he hates hearing it called Tina or Miss T or whatever. He says that’s for twinks and disrespects its potency. But he’s not here now, is he?” He handed me the pipe. As I applied the torch, he said, “Blow a huge cloud if you want. You know he hates that, but I know it turns you on, and it does for me, too.” I took the hit, leaned my head back, and let out a slow, swirling cloud. “Niiiiiice,” he said, then took a hit of his own. He blew a few smoke rings. “Pretty cool, huh? I learned that when I was in college taking weed hits from a bong. “Anyway, how sir and I met. I just live a couple of blocks from here. One of the neighbors was having a cookout and we were both there. We were checking each other out, chatting some, then he asked me to come back to his place for a beer. We both knew he meant sex, so I came over here. “He gave me a beer, I sipped it some, we talked some, touched each other some, then he asked if I had any kinks. I said I’d like to try some BDSM, then he asked me to wait a bit. He left, then came back covered in leather, and just about melted. I wanted to take orders from him. “Then he asked if I wanted to get high. I figured he meant we’d and said ‘Sure, sounds good’, but he pulled out his pipe and baggie. He told me it was meth and that I’d get really high and really kinky. I wanted him, so he gave me a hit and then I served him for hours and hours. Wildest night of my life till then. Plenty of wilder nights since then with him and his piggy friends. And what he’s doing is initiating you into that exclusive collection of pigs.” “Wow. I… I… yeah, that sounds really hot.” “And yeah, we all started out as subs, but we get to be doms, too. If you want to serve us all, that’s fine, we can’t all be doms all the time, but I’ve found I like being the dom sometimes, too.” “I’d try it.” “Good pig! Never refuse the chance to explore a new piggy experience. Now, there’s a few more things you’ll have to do before becoming one of us. One I’m sure you’ve figured out, and that’s sir is going to take that massive cock of his and pound you so hard and deep you’ll think you’re gonna split in half.” I couldn’t do anything but moan in anticipation. He smiled and continued. “In fact, we’ll all pound you. The other things sir will tell you himself.” I looked at him and said, “I want you in me now.” “I want to be in you too, but that can wait. Sir’s orders. I can, though, do this.” He reached between my legs and started stroking me. I gasped in surprise and excitement. I reached between his legs and started stroking him too. His moans told me he enjoyed it, too. After a while he pulled back, took another hit, bent down and blew it over my cock. I was about to return the favor when he said, “No, let’s do a shotgun.” I started my hit and he opened his mouth. I pressed my lips to his, exhaled, then his tongue touched mine. The shotgun became a kiss and our hands started touching each other’s bodies. Things keep getting more intense until we heard a group coming down stairs. We broke apart and I saw master with four other men. Master looked at me and asked, “Did he explain things to you?” “Yes, master, he did.” “Do you think you can serve all of us? A half dozen pigs, chemmed up on T?” “Yes, master.” “We’ll see. Get ready for the ultimate in being a sex slave.” more to cum

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Brotherhood of the Bug I. Initiation The young man felt himself being led down a winding stairway, flanked by two powerfully built men. His sinewy arms were shackled behind his back and the deep hood of an enveloping robe obscured his sight. Though the garment was of a thick, rough material, he shivered. His memory of what had led to the current chain of events was vague, but he felt a mixture of terror, excitement, and a powerful, animal arousal. Reaching the bottom, he heard the creak of a heavy set of doors. As the three stepped through, his companions pulled the hood off his face and head, and he felt a light, dank breeze touch his face. His eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom and he perceived a vast, low room of rough-hewn stone. He imagined it resembled the crypt of a medieval church, though at his young age he had seen little of the world. Thick stone pillars held flickering torches, the dark smudges on the arched ceiling above attesting to countless stories, if only these massive walls could tell them. He was led toward the other end of the room, where a raised altar of polished wood stood on a stone platform. Here the resemblance to a house of worship was unmistakable. The men turned him around to face the chamber, just in time to observe two columns of dark-robed men emerging from doorways at either end of the back, proceeding slowly and forming semicircular lines at either side. As they filed in, their voices in unison gave rise to a deep and vaguely disturbing chant in some unknown language, like the Gregorian chant of medieval monks. Now the two guards firmly turned the Pledge back toward the altar, forcing him to kneel. From the gloom behind, an imposing man of at least six-feet-five emerged, cloaked and hooded in a robe similar to the Pledge’s but with a cord of gold where the boy’s was a simple white. This, he recognized, was the High Priest. He trembled but simultaneously felt a rush of blood to his groin. The Priest began the ceremony, posing to the Pledge a series of questions to establish that he was serious in his desire to join the Brotherhood and aware that this was an irreversible step of the deepest significance, one that would place upon him a heavy responsibility to carry on the traditions and values of the clan. When the Pledge had answered "I do" to each solemn oath, the Priest produced a heavy coffer of wood and gold, richly adorned with mysterious images and inscrutable runes. He lifted the lid to reveal an interior lined with dark velvet. Nestled inside was an Oraquick instant HIV test. The Priest lifted the swab from the sacred Coffer and held it toward the assembled Brothers, then downward toward the floor, asking the blessing of the Dark Lord. Then the two guards immobilized the Initiate's face and forced his mouth open. The Priest inserted the swab and vigorously rubbed it around the back of the gagging young man’s throat. Again he held the swab aloft and then downward, uttering an occult prayer for the desired results. It was placed in a vial and the lid closed for the prescribed waiting time. A thick, ornate hourglass was placed on the altar and turned. While the grains of sand sifted down, the Initiate was occupied. The two guards opened the fronts of their robes, revealing rippling abs and cocks of supernatural proportion. The Initiate's mouth was held open once again as these colossal spears of flesh were forced repeatedly down his throat, one after the other. At times he was compelled to swallow them both together, as the Brothers aligned their shafts, a symbolic Union of their flesh just as they are united in the Spirit and Blood. The young man’s mouth and throat were forced open wider than ever and he gagged and struggled. But the two Brothers held him down relentlessly. Eventually their robes were cast off, revealing torsos of magnificent, nigh on terrifying musculature. There was clearly no sense struggling and the Pledge resigned himself, barely staying conscious by gasping for whatever small breaths he could take between the ten-inch strokes. The hourglass proceeded... agonizingly slowly. The Brothers continued their chant. It was growing in volume and urgency. Finally the last grains of sand dropped. Twenty minutes, the anointed time, had passed. The Pledge was released, the flesh that had choked his throat withdrawn. He was allowed to recover enough to fix his attention on the High Priest, who raised the lid of the coffer and retrieved the sacred Staff. He examined it first, and a small, knowing smile showed on his face. Then he showed it to the Pledge. A single blue line. Negative. Next the two Guards, as witnesses, examined the result, affirming their acknowledgment with a low utterance in the ritual tongue. The Priest held the Staff aloft, and one final question was posed to the Initiate. "This, O Pledge, represents the final evidence of Thy former self. Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up this, Thy health and youth, the status so coveted by mortal Mankind, in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" "I do," the Pledge muttered. The Priest then offered the Staff in sacrifice to the Dark Gods -- holding it, of course, not aloft but downward, toward the unfathomable Depths. The chanting had reached a crescendo of intensity, vibrating deep in the gut and soul of the Initiate. He almost sensed that he could understand the strange tongue: "The hour has come. The bridge has been crossed. There is no returning now. Bid Thy farewell to the land of the mortals. Thou art summoned to take Thy place among Men, carrying the burdens but also tasting the unimagined freedoms that pertain thereto." At this point there was a rustle as the Brothers began to unfasten their robes. Revealed were torso after torso, groin after groin, of magnificent, rippling masculine beauty, shining in the torchlight. The manhoods of each began to stir, rising to their glory, each pumped full of the blood that carried the coveted viral power that it was now time to share. The two Guards roughly grabbed the Initiate's robe and rent it as it was stripped from his body. Fear had risen in his throat and he felt an instant regret. What have I done?? he cried inside. The Priest, sensing what was happening, gave a gesture ordering the Guards to muscle the Pledge down, his struggles seeming ever more wretched and impotent -- the pathetic last struggles of the boy that was about to die. The Brothers began to approach and form lines, pacing in unison toward the altar. Their glorious shafts had reached their pulsing, turgid apex, in full worship posture -- the gleaming pre-cum, like holy water, consecrated to the dark Baptism that was nigh. The Initiate was roughly bent over the altar, his youthful buttocks exposed and vulnerable. As the chant reached an almost unbearable volume and intensity, the Initiation began…

I have attended my share of weddings in my 48 years: family, friends and the occasional plus one of someone I was dating to an obscure relative or friend I really didn’t know. With the recent decision of the SCOTUS, I have now attended three gay weddings in the last year. Weddings are what they are: a couple saying words of commitment then the party is on. The wedding this past Saturday was no different. What was different was I was helping my fiancé, who was serving as the wedding coordinator, just to make sure the events went off without a hitch. We arrived early to help get things set up and arraigned various aspects that would lend to a smoother progression of events throughout the evening. We finished preparations early and even went for a sandwich at the corner deli, upon returning to the venue and devouring our lunch, other pieces began to arrive, chairs, flowers, band etc. Then the guest began to trickle in. Most were your typical friends and family of the grooms, and to be honest, most didn't catch my eye until, that is, a cute young man walked in with his mom, dad and sister. I wasn’t sure who he was but it was obvious by the people he was mingling with he was related to one of the grooms. He stood just under 6’ and had the typical haircut that so many young men wear today, short on the sides and longer on top, combed over to one side and spiked in the front. He was adorable. It was about thirty minutes to the beginning of the ceremony and after circulating a bit taking care of last minute details I realized the young man seemed to be watching me. I was flattered. I am a 6’ tall, and weigh in somewhere just shy of 200 pounds. Most of me is muscle, and I'm generally well-proportioned, although due to the combination of meds I do have a disproportionate ring of fat around my waist, which gives me a slight belly. Although I consider myself reasonably attractive, most young men wouldn’t give me the time of day. Anyhow, with a couple of discrete questions, I learned the young guy's name was Zach, that had turned 18 just a few weeks earlier, and that he was a nephew of one of the grooms. The boy kept checking me out and I had to stifle my inclination to ask him "Who's your daddy?" Clearly a good call considering where we were, and that he was there with his family. The ceremony wrapped up and the happy couple began to circulate after signing the required legal documents, and after some time, they finally made it to the buffet line and heavy appetizers began to be consumed. I waited until most of the guests had had a chance to begin eating before making a plate for myself then sitting down to eat. I had noticed that Zach had positioned himself so he could watch me eat from his position at his table. I consumed my portion and noticed he had gone back for seconds, so I got up and went back to the buffet to find him chowing down on a couple sliders. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked between bites. “Going smoothly. Having a good time?” “Yeah, but I could be having more fun, if you know what I mean.” He seemed to blush a bit with his boldness. I just smiled and took my food back to my table, noticing, however, that Zach was still watching me, almost stalking me. Frankly, the kid's attentions were leaving me with a hard-on. After I was finished eating, I noticed went to the restroom to wash up, noticing Zach had disappeared. I figured he had found someone else who was more receptive to his invitation. I entered the small, single occupant restroom, I turned and locked the door, and stepped-up to the sink to wash up only to find Zach standing in front of me. He had hidden behind the short wall that separated the sink from the toilet and been waiting for me to enter. “So, does Daddy want to have some fun?” “Ummm, Zach, there’s a whole room of people out there.” “So there is just us in here.” He began to grope my hardening cock within my pants, as his lips brushed mine, returned the kiss and slide around the boy to the sink, to wash my hands of the food particles. Washing my hands only made me have to pee. “Zach I have to piss if you don’t mind.” He suddenly plopped onto the toilet seat and quickly unzipped my pants and my semi hard cock was in his mouth. “You sure about this?" I asked. He nodded, and with a little concentration I let the stream begin to flow. He tightened his lips around my shaft and gulped down every drop. When he felt the stream end he began to work his mouth up and down the now hardening shaft until I was fully erect and oozing dirty precum down his throat. He worked my shaft as I began to moan, trying to be quiet so as not to alert the other guests. Somehow, meanwhile, Zach had undone his belt and pants and was stroking his impressive member, and when my cock was wet and slimy from his oral attention, he suddenly stood up and turned around, pinning me against the wall then guided my erect rod into his hole, backing-up slowly onto my shaft. Soon he had fully impaled himself on my tool. Then he began to pleasure himself (and, admittedly me), by bracing himself on the toilet tank and gyrating on my throbbing member. I worked myself it in and out of his tight hole noticing some red on my shaft. I figured that, with only spit for lube, Zach had ripped his hole. But even so, he hid his discomfort and urged me on. I began pounding into the willing boy and had to put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his hole massaging my shaft as I repeatedly slid in and out. I wasn’t going to last long and felt my cream boiling up from my balls, as my shaft swelled up and became just a little harder. I made a final thrust into his hole, my cock throbbing as I filled Zach with my toxic seed, blast after blast coating his internal walls. As the flow of seed began to dwindle I resumed my pounding and worked the cream into his intestinal walls. As his ass began to spasm, he shot ropes of cum onto the toilet seat cover, and my second load shot into his ass, filling him with more toxic jism. I pulled out, and he immediately spun around and cleaned off the ass juice, blood, and semen from my deflating tool, he also proudly made it a point to show me his wreaked hole. Before we dressed, he licked his cream from the seat cover, and I leaned over and licked the cum from his hole, tasting his sweet teen ass. He wiped his hole then pulled up and adjusted his pants, as I was doing the same to mine. When he kissed me in thanks, there was the taste of his cream on his lips, and I shared with him some of his ass juices. Then we fixed our clothing, and washed-up a bit. Just before we left the restroom Zach slipped me a card on which he had provided his name, number, and e-mail. As I exited, he slid behind the partition, discretely joining the party a few minutes later. As he and his family were leaving, after the cake cutting he whispered “Thanks for taking my cherry. Hope to hear from you, Daddy.” If he only knew what I had left behind in his rectum.

I excitedly wondered what master wanted me to do next. He pointed. “There’s a chair under a blanket over there. Lift off the blanket and wait.” I had an idea what was next and it thrilled me. I lifted the blanket to reveal what I expected — a rim seat. “Have you ever eaten ass, slave?” “Yes, master.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” “Very much, master.” “A dirty little slave like you knows his purpose is to please other men and revels in it. Get under it.” My ass, still sore from the beatings, smarted as lay down on my back, head under the chair. I knew I deserved it because I failed my master. He took off his pants, walked towards the chair and set down. God, his naked ass was gorgeous, and I desperately wanted to please it. “I’m going to have another hit before you start. You’ll probably be lousy at it so I need the T to make it somewhat enjoyable for me.” I heard the torch ignite. Even unable to see, it turned me on. My tongue wanted to start licking him. He put the pipe down. “Get to work, slave. Show me you’re worth your master’s time.” I raised my head and started slowly licking, his cheeks first. “Do it like you mean it, you useless piece of shit! This isn’t foreplay with some twink you picked up in a bar! You are rimming the ass of a real man!” Desperate to please my master, I plunged my face between his butt cheeks and started furiously tonguing his hole. Even though his glorious ass was clean the aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a true man. After a few seconds, I could feel him tightening his ass a bit. He let out a low moan. Knowing I was pleasing my master made me go at it with even more intensity. “Good slave. There may be hope for you yet.” I kept at it, wanting to continue pleasing him. He moaned more. “I think you’ve earned another hit, slave. Take the pipe and torch from the floor and have one.” I looked. It was master’s huge pipe, not the one he allowed me to use earlier. “May I use your pipe, master?” “Only because I don’t want you to have to stop long enough to get the small one.” I put the pipe into my mouth, aroused just because it had previously been in my master’s mouth. I hoped he’d eventually be gracious enough to shotgun me. “Blow a cloud if you want. I know it will excite you. You’re doing adequately well now, so maybe it will encourage you to perform better.” I knew what to do. I had parTied before. I lit the torch and held the flame under the huge bowl, waited for it to fill with vapor, then drew them into my lungs. I had never taken a hit so big before. Previous highs seemed like nothing to me. I slowly let the cloud out and watched it move down my chest and swirl around my cock. God, it felt good. “Get your face back in my ass slave.” I did as ordered, the meth encouraging me. Master took another hit. When I took a brief break for air, I could see he was stroking his cock. That thrilled me, knowing I was serving him so well. “Nibble me, slave.” I did and he growled. “Harder.” I bit and he responded with, “Yeah, yeah. Good slave.” That may have lasted ten minutes, it may have lasted two hours. Unbridled lust and potent T ruined my time perception but I didn’t give a fuck. Master finally said, “Enough for now. You’ve shown me you know how to use your tongue.” “Thank you, master. I’m glad I could please you so.” He stood and put his leather pants back on, but I could see his massive bulge outlined by them. “I’ll bet you love having a cock in your mouth, slave.” Excitement surged in me at the thought of feeling him in my mouth. “I do master.” “Little sub pigs like you always do. You know you exist to please other men. All you want is cocks in your pathetic holes.” “Master understands me. Thank you.” “Bullshit. I don’t understand you. That would be like understanding my cock pump. You’re just a thing for my pleasure.” I knew he was right, and it left me even more aroused. “You’re right, master.” “Do you want my cock inside your mouth?” “Yes, master, there’s nothing I want more than…” “Lying little faggot. We both know what you really want.” I nodded. “I know, master. I’ve not earned that privilege yet.” My ass ached to feel him inside it, to be pounded as I begged for more. “Approach your master.” I started to step towards him, then I remembered my unworthiness. I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards the glorious man who was allowing me to serve him. I stopped and rise to my knees, my face maybe six inches from the gigantic bulge in his pants. “Another hit, slave?” I was already higher than I ever thought possible, but I wasn’t going to refuse. “If master thanks I deserve it.” “You don’t, but I want to make sure you’re ready for what’s next. I’ll go first.” He put the pipe in his mouth, applied the torch, inhaled, then… Oh, holy fuck, he bent down, pressed his lips to mine, and exhaled a cloud into my mouth. “Pass it back to me, slave”, he hissed. I pressed my lips to his and exhaled into his mouth. God, I thought I was high before, but the thrill of a shotgun from my master made it even more intense. “That was your reward for doing a good job using your mouth on my ass. If you can serve my cock as well, slave, there’s a better reward.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock. “Get ready, slave. This will be a more difficult test.” More to cum

III. A Deeper Love The ceremony at an end, the Brothers again arranged themselves in a semicircle, resuming the final chant. The Initiate was released. A robe was brought -- this one with the deep crimson cord of a Novice rather than the simple white he had worn before. He was taken away to private quarters, where he would be held in confinement for the next 72 hours, lest he be overcome by the urge to seek medical intervention in the form of PEP, an abomination that is sacrilege and treason to our creed. He would be well loved and cared for, and Brothers would continue to engage him in lovemaking both rough and tender, now intended not to infect – that work was surely done – but to strengthen the bonds of family. He would have access to a well-equipped gym where the Brother Trainer would kindly but firmly oversee his physical transformation. The Initiate understood that a final trial awaited in some days or weeks. Given the potency of their family strain, few Brothers, upon conversion, escape the most violent illness. The Fuck Flu is a painful ordeal – but a glorious one. For it marks a boy's final crossing through the fire, to the full triumph of Manhood achieved. Poz: he will have earned the high rank that is the culmination of a homosexual life. In the days and weeks after the Ritual, life resumed its normal rhythms in the chapter house. Each man ventured forth to his daily occupation, clad in quotidian garb and indistinguishable – on the exterior – from the common folk, who must never know his true identity. The Brothers hold important jobs: many are lawyers and politicians, artists and journalists, doctors and lab technicians (the last two fulfill crucial duties for the Brotherhood, as we shall see later). Their worldly success is an expression of the fraternal sustenance and the powerful secret network they enjoy. Evenings after the workday are reserved for fellowship: meals together filled with wine, laughter, and deep affection -- which is, of course, then given its full expression in muscular, manly copulation. Their passion for one another inspires the Brothers to take each other to new heights of ecstasy. In their tender mutual devotion, they learn the special desires of each Brother and strive to give him fulfillment. Some men need to be strapped into a sling and take cock after cock (this can take place in the Sanctuary, but only during consecrated chapter meetings). Some need to be clad in leather (of which the Chapter House possesses a vast storeroom), bound to a cross, their bare backs flogged to a deep crimson -- or their manhoods wired with electrodes, their bodies twisting in painful, jolting ecstasy at the hands of the Brother holding the console, who controls them completely. Others, oriented as tops, need to inject their load into the man they most covet -- whether selecting the young, tender flesh of the newest recruit, or directing their semen into the mature, hard-trained body of the most senior Brother. The objects of their desire are expected, within reason, to give their bodies freely, for they too have tasted the satisfaction of their own deepest fantasies. For men who need a fist in their gut, a Brother always stands ready to provide his muscled arm, up to the elbow or shoulder as required. Of course, some live to be bathed in piss, pouring forth from phallic fonts like holy water. For such a man, a gathering will be summoned -- five or more Brothers will endure the discomfort of drinking beer after beer and holding their bladders until the anointed time, so that their Brother in need can be deluged with steaming streams until he explodes in joy. Another form of ecstasy is little spoken of, but known to all. Deep in the night, in his most private moments, a man may feel himself summoned to serve as the vessel for dark Powers, beyond the grasp of mortal minds. When an ethereal Entity sweeps a Brother from his bed in the dark, the man must submit. He is carried to another plane, where his body is invaded, speared by one or more Members of supernatural proportions – his gut and throat pumped beyond imaginable capacity with gushes of ecstatic, ectoplasmic fluid. The men thus taken feel themselves ripped open, their holes and throats ravished. But when laid back in their beds they fall into a deep sleep and their flesh is regenerated. They wake with the same tight, muscular rectums they had as youth. But the unfathomable joys they have experienced during the night remain, coursing through them like a powerful current. This does not happen frequently, but when it does, the Brothers will observe the man in question at the breakfast table, his face bearing witness to a peace and joy like no other, his body bathed in a perceptible aura, almost an electrical force field. It is a coveted experience, on such a day, to make love with that anointed Brother, for the residual supernatural energy may rub off from the chosen one’s body onto his partner. Despite this link to the Beyond, the Brothers remain human. Amidst the supreme pleasures of the flesh the heart has its tender desires, and there is the natural tendency to fall in love. While the sin of sexual monogamy is frowned upon (and would impede the sacred duty of spreading the Faith), this unnatural vice is almost never encountered. Nonetheless, the Brothers may freely devote themselves to romantic love as nature decrees, and are encouraged to give their hearts to one another. Devoted relationships form, some of them bonding for life -- husbands and brothers at the same time. There can be no stronger connection between two men than sharing in the duties of Conversion. Not infrequently, a pair of Brothers will venture out and select an unknowing man to seed together (the sharing of the virus is not limited to ritual Initiations -- but the Brothers, just like Christians following Jesus' commandment, go forth as missionaries into the world). A threesome with such an impeccably beautiful couple is a powerful draw to an unsuspecting young man, and the chosen target, usually selected because of his expressed insistence on condoms, will invariably relent and accept their potent loads. Later, after the initial shock of an unexpected test result, that young man will most often adjust to the joys of his enhanced status, and -- if he is lucky enough to pinpoint the date of his infection -- have fond memories of the fuck of a lifetime. Romantic love is, of course, not limited to pairs. Lovers form special bonds of threes, fours and more. The Brothers know that love can expand almost infinitely. Just as a parent can have equal love for many children, a man can share a romantic connection with as many husbands as he realistically can devote proper care and affection to. (The High Council may offer wise and gentle advice in some cases to ensure that these relationships are healthy. There is no specific rule, but in general a union of more than five husbands can be hard to sustain while meeting everyone's emotional needs). It is a moment of special joy when a marriage is performed in the Chapter Hall. At one recent wedding, the four grooms, dressed in formal wear (above the waist only, of course), held hands in a circle while they recited their vows. The Priest declared them husbands, then asked the Congregation to affirm their support, declaring, "You may fuck the grooms." The four (in a gesture reminiscent of the Initiation ritual) turned and bent over the altar, at which point the gathered Brothers arose and penetrated the new quadruple, anointing them with sacred semen to seal their union forever. Love may take many other forms. Owners and slaves, masters and pups, daddies and boys -- the full spectrum of masculine love is acknowledged and celebrated. Only enforced chastity is considered anathema to religious practice -- for the locked penile cages that are popular in today's BDSM scene prevent a man from achieving erection and ejaculation. They may, however, be tolerated, within reason, in the form of temporary play, so long as the subject remains a man with full manly powers. Indeed, the privileges of Brotherhood entail next to no [banned word] in general -- except for drug abuse: antiretroviral treatment, to be exact, a deadly poison that deals a knockout blow to the delicate, beautiful viral life that stirs in the Brothers' loins. To subdue the Virus is to betray the sacred duty of the Brothers. As such, any indication of ARV use is grounds for excommunication -- an extreme measure which, thankfully, has only rarely been resorted to. (To be continued)

I'm not sure where you got the notion that tops want you hard. There are a number of tops who post on this forum who never want to see their bottom hard. I seldom stay hard while being fucked. I never get complaints about it. I would suggest not making a big reveal out of sharing your issue. If he asks why you aren't getting hard, you should tell him. But he might not even notice.

So i checked sniffies this afternoon and my new black friend was on. I texted him if him and his friend were available. Took about an hour then he text me back and said he is home alone and horny watching porn. Then said you see where im at so come. Got cleaned and jumped in the car. I drove to the area and he text exactly where he's at. It was a bit of a dump and i saw him standing by the door. I pulled up and met him. He walked me inside and said go to the room and strip and wait. So I did. I was sitting there naked. He came in talking on his phone and put it down. He stripped gave me a beer and we both laid next next to each other naked on the bed watching black on white porn for a little as he stroked his cock. He reached for something next to him and handed me a brown bottle and he also had lube. He was getting hard and said i want you to do what that white boy was doing on tv. The white dude was sucking a black cock till hard and he got on top and sat on it. So it was hot and exactly what i did! I sucked his cock till it was hard as hell he pulled me on him and he squeezed some lub and shoved some on my hole and stroked his cock with it and said sit white boy in a commanding voice. I was laying on him i moved my ass till i felt his cock lining up and he pushed as i pushed. My hole was about to rip then opened the brown bottle and took two really big hits and as a massive rush was hitting me i sat up and his cock slid in. He pushed my chest so i sat totally straight up and felt his cock slide all the way in. He push his hips up and down and pulled my shoulders as he pumped then pulled me to him as he fucked hard and fast. I took more sniffs and got up to grind him. I thought his cock hit my stomach he was so deep. I heard him moaning i was jerking my cock as he kept on pumping. I heard a door open then someone walking and all of a sudden i heard your fucking that white guy again? He laughed and pumped even harder and faster. He pulled me to him and had his arms tightly around me as he kept on pumping. Then i felt hands on my ass rubbing and squeezing my ass. This was hot as fuck! So my black friend pumping held me tight as i felt his friend licking my hole as he was fucking. Then all of a sudden he tried to slip his cock in my hole with my friend cock. It hurt so much i said no way.. He tried again but my friend growled and felt him explode in my hole. His friend said fuck im fucking this white ass and as one cock left another went in. Still being held tight he pounded the hell out of me as i just laid on my friend for a long time. He finally made a noise and blew a load in me. He slapped my ass and said nice white slut as he got off of me then i got push off on my back. I just laid there on my back as they both got up. His friend said i want white boy cum as he bent over and sucked me as my friend ate his ass. I got hard fast and he got on the bed and straddled my cock and sat on my cock deep. He bobbed up and down till i blew a load in him. He got off and my friend pulled me to the end of the bed grabbing my leggs high and almost over my head and shoved his cock in me again and violently fuck me. He blew a huge load i was dripping almost immediately he laughed and said to his friend look at that mess. He let go of my leggs and said lets go. I got up they were getting dressed so i went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I was asked if i wanted a beer i said no thanks and said see you again and left. Definitely will see him again

“Back on your knees, slave.” I knelt before him, eager to please. The meth was destroying my inhibitions, and it was so fucking hot. “My boots are dirty,” he said. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “May I clean your boots, master?” “Good slave, anticipating what his master wants.” For a moment, I expected him to hand me rags and polish, then I remembered my role as a slave. I crawled towards him and started to lick his leather-clad feet. “You’ve failed me again.” “I’m sorry, master.” “A proper slave demonstrates how he enjoys serving his master. Try again.” I resumed my duty, but this time, I moaned with delight. I wasn’t just faking it to please master, I did love doing it. Serving my master was the most erotic experience of my life. It was dirty, filthy, sleazy, and oh so hot. My rational side was whispering to me it was the meth, but my libido was screaming for another hit. I looked up at master and he was ignoring me, as befits my role. He was looking at his phone and typing on it. Part of me hoped he was filming me to upload to a porn site. I finished and looked up at master. “I’ve finished master.” He looked down briefly. “You missed a spot.” “I’m sorry master. I’ll do bet…” “Just shut your fucking mouth. You know sorry isn’t enough. What does this mean?” “You’ll punish me again, master.” I wanted to be punished and master knew it. “Not the crop this time. I like my slaves to get new experiences.” He went to his cabinet and removed a wooden paddle. “You know what I expect.” He walked around me, then stopped. “I’m not sure you’re worth my time. You’ve disappointed me twice and I’ve not even pulled out my cock yet. I’ve been messaging my friends. They want to come over, parTy and fuck. They’re real men, not useless faggots like you.” “Please master, I’ll do better. I want to be your slave, satisfy you.” “Let’s see if you know how to respond to punishment. Get ready.” He raised the paddle. I thought of all the kink porn I had watched. The paddle struck my already raw ass. Fuuuuuucccck, it hurt, but the meth coursing through my body made it feel incredible, too. “One!”, I shouted, then added, “Thank you master may I have another!” “Good slave. You want to be punished. You know your place. Yes, you may have another.” A second, even harder. “Two! Please master, punish me again!” He laughed and swung again. “Three! More master, more!” “No,” he hissed and dropped the paddle. “Something different now.” He bent down and reached his massive arms around me. God, I had never been so aroused. I was afraid I’d shoot a load and master would kick me out. He then grabbed both my nipples and twisted hard. I had done nip play before but never like that. It took all I had to keep from screaming, but I wanted more. He stood up. I was gasping from pain and ecstasy. “Thank you, master.” “I need my cock out. Do you want to see it?” “Yes, master, please.” “Do you realize what an honor it is to even view my manhood?” “Yes, master. I know I don’t deserve it.” “Few do.” He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. Even flaccid, it was huge. “You’re not ready to make me hard.” “I know, master. I’m unworthy of it.” “Just watch.” He went to his cabinet again and pulled out a transparent pump. He stroked himself briefly to start to get hard, inserted his member into it, then started to pump. I watched it swell to massive size, porn huge. God, I wanted it so much. I thought I was horny before but I never wanted anything like my need to serve that beautiful cock. “Tell master what you think.” “I want to service it. I want it inside me, my mouth and my ass. I want my master’s seed.” “You’re not ready, certainly not for my seed. But I have a treat for you, my little chem pig.” He reached for his pipe, and took a massive hit. But he didn’t exhale into the air. Instead, he took the rubber pump off and blew into the tube, filling the pump with gorgeous clouds. I gasped. “Oh God oh fuck thank you master.” He took off the pump. That extraordinary cock protruded from his leather pants. “Show master how good you are at controlling yourself. You may touch it, one finger, just the shaft.” My hand was quivering as I reached to him. I wanted to take him in my mouth but I understood I had to follow orders. I slowly ran my pointer finger along the top. Master let out a low, deep growl. “You may be worth the effort after all. Touch the bottom now.” I did and he growled again. “Now the tip.” I did as told and he nodded. “Stroke the shaft with your hand.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked. “Tighter. Faster.” His growls became moans. I was pleasing my master, and it thrilled me. “Stop now.” I released. “You want to suck it, don’t you, slave?” “If master allows it.” “I have to see how good you are with your tongue first.” More to cum

I did as I was told, went to the address, and knocked on the door. He answered. “Get your fag ass inside.” I complied and walked into his living room. He wasn’t in leather anymore, just tight jeans and an even tighter shirt. Even then, he looked like a god to me. I desperately wanted to please him. My cock was tingling, my hole was quivering with anticipation. ”I want to make sure you know what you’re here for. This isn’t a hookup. This isn’t just a kink session. This will last for many hours. You are here to serve me as a sexual slave. You will have no other purpose than to please me. There will be pain if you do not perform to my high standards. You will be rewarded if you do well. Do you understand?” ”Yes sir.” ”I have piggy friends I will invite for you to serve if I think you can. Do you want that?” ”If sir wants it.” “Good answer. Everything is what I want. What you want is what I want for you, nothing more, nothing less. Tell me why you are here.” ”To serve you, sir. To do whatever sir wants. To be your slave.” ”That’s right. You’ve earned your first reward.” He reached down and gave the crotch of my pants one stroke. I moaned with ecstatic pleasure. “Thank you sir.” ”Do you think you deserved that?” ”No sir. I’m lucky to even look at you sir.” “Of course you don’t. You’re lucky I’m a benevolent master. Two more things. First, I’m a master not a monster. If it’s ever too much for you, just say ‘No more John’. It’s not my real name because you don’t deserve to know my real name. Understand that if you do, you will never be allowed to serve me again. Is that clear?” ”Yes sir.” “Last thing. No more calling me sir. You will call my friends that if I think you are worthy. What do you think I expect to be called?” ”Master.” ”Fucking right. Who are you?” ”Your slave.” ”Say it like you mean it.” “I am your slave, master!” ”Louder, you worthless piece of shit!’ I shouted it again. ”Good.” He motioned to a door. “Get downstairs and take off your clothes. These a bathroom. Take a shower. I like my slaves to be clean before I make them so dirty.” I did as I was told and stood in his basement, filled with anticipation about what was next. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and I couldn’t wait. More to cum

Kyle was an 18 year old high school senior. Excelled at sports. Aced most of his classes. Except one. That was his history class. His teacher Mr. Caine secretly lusted after Kyle. Caine was a tall hairy guy. He was also a well respected teacher. With Kyle on the verge of flunking, Kyle talked to his parents and girlfriend who convinced him to talk to Caine about making up some assignments. Since he had sometime before graduation. “Kyle. I’m not sure if there’s enough time for you to make up the class.” “Please Mr. Caine.” “I’ll do anything you say.” “Anything?” Caine raised his eyebrow. “Yessir”. “I need to pass so I can graduate.” Caine got up walked over to Kyle unzipped his pants and pulled them down. “Suck my hard cock Kyle.” “Sir, I’m not gay.” “You’re not going to pass my class either.” “If you don’t do as I say.” Kyle knew he had no choice. He took in Caine’s big thick cock and started sucking him. Caine got undressed and ordered Kyle to get undressed. Both completely naked. Caine positioned the young man on a chair leaning him against the wall. Caine slowly slid his dick into the young man’s virgin tight hole. Kyle screamed with an unlubed dick went in. Caine didn’t care. He was rough fucking the young man. For Kyle what felt like hours was almost over. Caine felt his dick pulsate in Kyle’s ass. Shooting several loads into him. Caine grunted. Pulled out. Kyle fell to the floor. Caine got dressed. Smiled at him. “You passed my class.” Then walked out. Before Kyle could pull himself together. The overweight 53 year old custodian came in. Saw a naked Kyle with loads coming out of his ass. Decided to fuck him too. Before Kyle could do anything the old man was inside of him shooting off his loads……unfortunately for Kyle the custodian threatened to tell his girlfriend. Unless he continues to have sex with him and a few of his friends.

A couple of days later, I was naked in the reception area talking to Bill. Peter was off somewhere with a mop and bucket. There were the usual regulars in such as Sid and Arthur as well as one or two of their friends who were older and wasted looking. The doorbell rang and Bill told me to see who it was. I slipped on my shorts and opened the door part way. There was a young lad outside, short, overweight and freshfaced. His eyes went wide as he took in my naked torso, at the same time as I vaguely recognised him as Peter's cousin who occasionally came to stay in the holidays. "Hi" I said. " It's...it's Martin isn't it? What brings you here?" He visibly gulped as he took in my naked torso and said "Hi. Peter's mum said he worked here and asked me to give him a message." I smiled to myself, thinking about Peter's mother and what she'd seen in this twink that amused her to send him into the spider's web! "You'd better come in. " I said. "He's around somewhere" I stood back and opened the door wider. Martin peered into the gloomy hallway behind me and hesitated a moment. "Well?" I said. With a nervous smile at me, he stepped over the threshold and I closed the door behind him.......

And the lawsuits have started. This is from Corey Silverstein - one of the top adult industry lawyers… xHamster, Chaturbate and Aylo all have the money to fight these lawsuits. (Aylo also owns sites like Sean Cody, Men.com and Reality Dudes). So it's good that they're the ones being sued, not little players like me. And it explains why I've taken such drastic steps - I do not want to be the test case… But the bottom line here is that if you voted for Paxton (or guys like him) - then you caused this mess. If your friends and family voted for Paxton (etc) then they caused this mess. You get the government you vote for. Politics really do matter. Who you vote for matters. Voting for the lesser of two evils really does make a difference.

In Las Vegas. Just took a huge load from one fat 9” BBC. Nice man as well. Met him through Sniffies. After having been flaked by 2 TOPS I just said Hi. His profile sad Straight TOP 9 inches. He answered and asked what I was looking for. Told him a rough fuck and breeding. Said he was close and would come over and we would meet in the elevator lobby. A few more messages between us. And I had to go make sure I was still clean. When I looked at Sniffies again he was offline. I waited the 30 mins it should take him to arrive. Still offline. I thought that there was another flake. About 30 mins later I saw he was at my hotel but no contact. I sent him a message. He answered that his phone had run out of battery and he had to recharge so he could contact me. Said he was at the elevator lobby. I went down got him and we headed to my room. He walked in took of his clothes and laid on the bed. I took off my shoes and shorts and got between his legs, started sucking on his smallish looking cock and it grew and grew and grew until this magnificent fat 9” piece of fuck stick was hard. I continued to slobber on this cock that I so wanted to drill me. For about 10 minutes. I started tasting sweet precum and he was ready to fuck me. I got on the bed on all fours and he saddled up behind my waiting horny hole for him to begin. He fucked my crack and teased my hole with the precum and spit coated head of this great cock, I inhaled 3 or 4 hits off the brown bottle and he slid into my waiting hole he slowly teased me with short strokes going deeper and deeper. My walls were accommodating this cock that would take me on a 30 minute journey of assgasms and my cock was leaking and spewing precum every time he bumped or banged my prostate. I was taking pulls from my brown bottle and was a blubbering hole for him to finally deposit his huge 5 day load. After he seeded me he stayed in me and I milked his seed from his balls. He pulled out slowly and I turned and cleaned him off. He asked if he could shower and of course I told him he could. His cum leaking from my hole. I had to rest as well. He returned from his shower and dressed while we talked. And he left. As I am writing this I am edging myself using his cum and my precum as lube. Hoping I can find another load. But satisfied with this encounter.

Ooh we twinks are leading... 😜

I like a hairy daddy with an ass I can grab and hold on to as I fuck his hairy hole. Doesn't need to be a fat ass, but there's got to be something there. Extra points if he's got a patch of hair on his lower back. It's a great visual.

I (54) have an open relationship with my boy, Drew (23). Our relationship is purely physical. We’re both horny 24/7. We don’t get jealous. If I come home to find another Daddy nutting in Drew’s ass I watch until he’s shot his load then I fuck my load up Drew’s wet hole. Same goes if I’m fucking one of Drew’s mates, he will join in. We share a bed and yeah, I breed him most days but we also group fuck at least once a week. I love watching other men breed Drew's ass.

I was 6 with my stepdad. Technically the first but I don't usually count it due to it being like a second long. After that, I would say it was at age of 11. My cousin (11) and I were watching porn and decided to try it. He topped me but it barely registered neither of us had much to work with at the time. I did feel it pop in though. My first real fuck was when I was 14. I had met this guy (25 yo) in a chatroom. I told him I was 18 and he came over when I was alone at the house. Even before my clothes came off, he could tell I was younger and inexperienced. Did not seem to stop him from fucking me 3 different positions and gifting me 3 loads up my ass. He insisted on using spit for lube and fucking BB. I remember feeling really full and it hurting a bit. He was working with a moderately thick 7 inches. I could barely get my hand around it. Loved every second of it though but was really sore after 3 loads.

Chapter 4 – They Take Turns on My Hole Chapters 1 through 3 describe a weekend with my friend Kyle. We partied and played with toys and fists in each other’s holes, but he invited some other guys over to work on the “Bottom for the Night,” aka me. Matt has already bred and fisted me, and now it’s Jim’s turn. Jim shoved his cock all the way in me with a single stroke. With all the lube, the T, and the earlier work, my ass was open and ready for anything. Jim prodded around inside me, using his big dick to work the walls of my ass. He settled into a nice rhythm and would move his dick around as he pumped it in and out of me. Kyle came up behind Jim and worked on his nipples. It was clear that nipple play turned Jim on since his cock would throb each time Kyle tweaked his tits. Matt grabbed the torch and pipe, took a deep hit, and shotgunned it to me. We traded the smoke back and forth until it was mostly gone, and then he started again with a fresh cloud. My mind was spinning as one hot guy was sharing his clouds with me, and another was fucking my ass and getting ready to breed it. Jim picked up the pace, signaling his upcoming orgasm. He drove his cock deep into my ass and collapsed on top of me as he shot his load in me. I could feel each spurt inside me due to the added pressure of his body on mine. He left his cock inside me after he shot, slowly working it around my cum filled ass. Now, there were two loads, and a ton of lube, inside me, making my ass slippery. He gently removed his cock, but the minute it was out, he shoved his hand inside me. This time, Jim showed me no mercy. His hand was in deep, and he was twisting and flexing, working the cum inside me into a frothy mess. His fingers found my second hole and it opened easily to him. Once he was past my inner ring, I took some poppers to really enjoy the feelings. There’s little like the sensation of a guy working the deepest parts of your ass, and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. Jim looked at Kyle and said, “You’re next in this ass.” Kyle lubed up his hands in preparation for taking over from Jim. Since Kyle and I have played together a lot, he knows how to hit all the right places in my ass. As he stared deep into my eyes, Jim extracted his hand from my ass. Then, he stepped aside to let Kyle in. Kyle used fingers from both hands to play with and open up my ass, and then he looked at me and said, “Get ready for my fist.” When he pushed into my ass, I could tell that this was with a fist instead of his normal “duck” position. My ass closed around his fist as he twisted it around inside the entry to my ass. He knows that I like the feeling of fullness when he plays like this right at my entrance. This expands my hole, making it ready for most anything. Then, Kyle unclenched his fist and moved out of my ass, keeping just his fingers inside me. He was able to hold my ass open enough that he could slip his dick inside a bit even though he wasn’t hard. He held his cock and hand there for a while and seemed to be concentrating on something. Soon, I felt the trickle of his piss starting to travel down my anal canal. He checked in on me to see if I was OK with this and I nodded to let him know that this was cool. In fact, it was better than cool. I was getting some chempiss that would help boost my high and make me even more of a pig. He didn’t piss too much, but I could feel it work its way down through my ass. Kyle turned to Jim and said, “Get me that butt plug.” Jim grabbed it and lubed it up. When Kyle pulled his hand and cock out of my ass, he immediately replaced them with the butt plug. He wanted his piss to marinate in me. While I was laying in the sling, feeling the chempiss hit me, Kyle came up and fed me his cock. It was covered in lube from being my ass, but I didn’t care. Jim stepped up behind Kyle and started to finger his hole. Kyle was bent over my face, stuffing his cock in my mouth while Jim was working his way into Kyle’s hole. Matt, meanwhile, picked up the pipe and started shotgunning clouds with everyone. I noticed that he shared with me, then Kyle, then me, then Jim, and so on. He looked down at me and said, “We’re gonna get you really fucked up pig.” Between the chempiss and the clouds, I was well on my way. Matt moved to the foot of the sling and played with the buttplug that was filling my hole. He was twisting it around and pulling it out a little bit. Finally, he pulled it all the way out. Some of Kyle’s piss ran out, but we had pads under the sling to catch that. Matt used his fingers to open my ass and then shoved his tongue into my gape. He was sucking on my hole, getting whatever piss was still in there to come out. When he knew my hole was ready for more, he lubed up his hands again. “Get ready,” he said to me and shoved his fisted hand into my ass. Once he was in up to his wrist, he unfolded his fist and started the crawl to my inner hole. He was good at fisting and soon worked his way up to, and through, my second sphincter. I realized that Kyle had stepped away from the sling. I might have been so distracted by what Matt was doing that I lost my focus on sucking his cock. Kyle and Jim had moved over to the bed and were 69ing each other. I could see that Kyle was also playing with Jim’s hole while they sucked each other, and it was a safe bet that Jim was fingering Kyle. I turned my attention back to Matt and his hand in my ass. He was now softly stroking my colon, giving me amazing sensations. I grabbed the poppers and took a few hits to really enjoy his efforts. When they hit, I slid my ass down just a little bit in the sling, which let Jim’s fingers go a bit deeper in me. He was using those fingers to rub my walls and tease my hole. It was an amazing ride. Matt began to pull his hand back. Once he was all the way out, he reentered my ass with his fist, twisting and turning as he slid in. This is a fun stretch for me since I get to feel his knuckles riding over my walls. He didn’t go too deep but would pull out, then go back in, play around a little, and pull out again. He was getting my ass to a nice gape. He switched over to his larger fist and shoved that in, making similar motions as before. Then, he started to trade hands, first entering me with his left fist, then his right, and so on. It felt fantastic to be spun out and getting my ass fisted by this hot, hairy stud. I reached back to spread my hole even wider to give him the best access possible. Matt groaned when I did this and leaned in closer to watch his fists penetrating my ass. Matt looked up at me and said, “My cock is going to explode,” so I told him to shove it in me and breed me again. He kept his right hand inside me and slid his hard cock in alongside it. It only took a few stroked before he blew another load in my ass. After he came down from the orgasm, he looked over at the other two guys, who were still sucking each other on the bed and said, “I need a break. One of you want to take over?” Jim shook his head and walked over to the sling, his big dick hanging low between his legs. “I got this,” Jim said as he took a seat on the stool by my ass.

Cheating dumped load I had been preloaded by 2 guys already when one of my regulars messaged ‘cunt free?’ I told him I was preloaded and he told me he was just on the way to meet his boyfriend so just needed a quick cheating dump n go. He only uses my slutty cummy hole after it’s been loaded as he fucks real hard and loves to fuck the cum out of me. His cheating dick is inside me most weeks and he loves the risk of using a community hole behind his fellas back. We agreed for him to dump his load and 10 mins later he turned up and stripped to just his socks. Straight away he was slapping his semi on my ass. We hadn’t spoken a word when he yanked the butt plug from my hole. His rock solid boner immediately took its place and he started his fuck rhythm. Encouraged my the sight of strangers cum on his dick he fucked harder and deeper. My cunt was squelching and unable to contain the 2 loads i had taken and his 8.5 solid tool. Once again he was hard fucking the cum out of me. This was a proper cumdump load and as he fucked as hard as he could be shot his load deep in my cunt. He paused, balls deep inside me as he transferred his seed to my guts deepest extremes. He slowly pulled out to reveal a hot semi cum covered dick. I dropped to my knees and he pushed his semi into mouth for his clean up. He moved his dick around to ensure my tongue enjoyed every drop. He tagged my ass and told me he had to dash as his fella was waiting. His dick went straight back inside his dark Boss boxers. I spotted the wet patch where he’d been oozing precum cum. He dressed and left. Now he could enjoy his evening without his dick detracting him! Shortly after I met my mates in The pub with my cunt dripping for the rest of the evening!

He finally came down, dressed head-to-toe in leather. A cap, a vest that showed his beautiful hairy chest, and pants so tight they looked like they were glued on. ”Do you like what you see?” ”Yes, master.” ”What does it make you want to do?’ ”Serve my master, please my master.” ”Fucking right, slave.” He looked at my naked body. “Flabby, fat, weak, and a small cock. If I wasn’t such a generous master, I’d kick you out now. But your cock doesn’t matter. Why is that, slave?” “Your cock is all that matters, master.” ”That’s correct. You’re not even allowed to touch yours without permission.” He paused and opened a drawer. “I’m going to get high now. You’ve not earned a hit of Tina yet.” He pulled out a pipe with an already loaded bowl the size of a tennis ball and a torch. “You said you’ve parTied before. I bet the clouds turned you on, made you horny, made that tiny dick hard.” ”You’re right master.” “Worthless little chem fags like you always do. I don’t understand it. Clouds floating in the air aren’t making anyone high. But because I’m a good master…” He put the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and heated the crystals in the bowl. I was transfixed as I watch him inhale, pause, lean his head back, then release a massive cloud. My cock, already swollen from being in the presence of my gorgeous, glorious master, tingled. I wanted to do whatever it took for him to allow me the honor of flying high with him. “Thank you, master” I whispered. ”Fuck yeah” he said. “That’s really potent T. You’re gonna be so fucking high when I decide you’ve earned it.” “I want to earn it, master. Tell me how I can please you.” “For starters… what do you call someone who is paid for sex?” “A whore, master.” “Good slave. And how, my little whore, are you getting paid?” “With T, master.” “You’re getting closer.” “With meth. Master gives me meth for serving him.” “Good slave. So that makes you a…” “Meth whore, master.” “Exactly right. You’re just my dirty meth whore. Tell master who you are.” “Your dirty meth whore, master.” “Approach me.” I took a step towards him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? A slave isn’t allowed to come to his master standing! On your fucking knees, you useless fucking faggot!” I dropped to my knees and hung my head in shame. “Please forgive me, master.” “No. There’s one way a slave is forgiven. You have to be punished.” “I know, master.” Holy fuck, I was turned on now. “Ask master to punish you.” “Please master, punish me. Allow me to earn your forgiveness.” He didn’t respond, just went to a cabinet and opened it. “Turn around and don’t look,” he ordered. “Wait to see what I have for you.” It only took a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. He approached me from behind. “Turn your head.” I did and saw he was holding a riding crop. “You know what’s next, right?” I nodded.“Yes, master.” “Tell me what’s next.” “You’ll beat my ass with it, master.” “Why?” “So I learn to serve my master better.” “Pain is the only way to teach useless shits like you anything. Get on all fours.” I did as he walked behind me. “Don’t yell out. Just count the swats. Show me you have the potential to be man enough to serve me.” He raised his arm. I heard the crop slice the air and… oh, fuck it hurt! But it felt even better. It was my first real lesson as being a sex slave, a meth whore, and I fucking wanted more. “One!” I yelled. Two more blows. I counted them as ordered. He walked around in front of me. “You took your punishment well. What do you say now.” “Thank you, master.” “For what?” “Thank you for training me to serve you, master.” “Good. Are you ready for your first hit from the pipe?” “If master thinks I am.” “Beg for it. Show me you’re a meth whore.” “Please master, make me high. I don’t deserve it, I know. I’ll earn it, I swear.” “You’re fucking right you’ll earn it.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pipe. “You don’t get to use my big one, not yet. You’ve not proven you’re worthy to have your lips touch something my lips have touched.” He loaded the pipe from a huge baggie of crystals. “Stay on all fours.” He put the pipe into my mouth. “Inhale when ordered, whore. Only exhale when I tell you. No pansy-ass clouds. I want you higher than you’ve ever been” He held the torch under the bowl. I could see the vapor swirling. “Inhale.” I did. My lungs filled with potent clouds. He pulled the pipe away. “Wait… wait…” My lungs felt like they were about to burst, but the rush was hitting me too. “Exhale.” I finally did. Just a few wisps came out. “How do you feel, slave?” “Oh god, oh god, I’m flying, master. Thank you, thank you.” I was talking a thousand miles an hour. “Stop acting like a fucking tweaker. I didn’t allow you a hit so you fucking chat. Tell your master how it makes you feel!” I knew what he wanted to hear. “Ready to serve my master. I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything. I’m his meth whore now.” “Fucking right. You may approach me.” My chemmed-up mind was racing with thoughts of what might be next. Whatever my master wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. I was his to command and I loved it. I crawled towards him. When I was about three feet away, he ordered, “Stop. Rise before me.” I did. “You need to be marked.” He pulled a sharpie out of a drawer. “Come closer.” I did until he put a hand on my shoulder. Dear God, just that touch was extraordinarily erotic. He uncapped the sharpie. “Close your eyes.” I did and felt him write on my chest. “Turn around.” I did, and felt him writing on my back. “Open your eyes. Tell me what it says on your chest.” I looked down. “Meth whore.” “That’s right. And your back says ‘Cum dumpster’.” “Thank you master. I know that’s what I am.” “You fucking love it, too, don’t you.” “Yes, master. I love existing to serve you. I love being rewarded with the pipe. I love being trained…” “Shut the fuck up. It’s time to get to work on earning your next hit.” More to cum

Had the house to myself last Monday night. I had been watching porn and sniffing from my brown bottle all afternoon while 'working from home', not to mention chatting with a bbc top on BBRT, so by the time I shut off my laptop I was ready for some loads. Unfortunately my BBRT top went quiet, saying he had to run some errands, so I decided to post on the apps and see what other trouble I could find. The first response I got on Grindr was from a 22-year old who recognized my pics. He informed me early in the conversation that he bred me at my last few gang bangs in late 2022 and early 2023. His dick pic sealed the deal and I invited him over. While I was waiting for him to arrive, my friend from two Mondays before (I call him the hole stretcher - see And Now My Hole Is Really Sore) messaged to say he was free and wanted another turn in my guts. I told him that I was waiting for someone who wanted to be alone with me, and his response was, "That's cool, I'll park at the plaza down the street and wait. Let me know when he leaves." Hot damn! I got a message from the 22 year old saying he was a few minutes away, so I unlocked the door, undressed and lubed my hole, then laid down on my stomach on the floor as he had requested. I took a big hit from my brown bottle as the door opened. I heard him kick off his shoes, then the rustle of fabric as he undressed. I felt his hands on my ankles as he pushed my legs together, then knelt down and straddled me. He leaned forward and supported himself with his left hand as his right guided his cock to my hole. Feeling my pucker open for the tip, he pushed forward gently before placing his right hand on the floor to stabilize himself. I could feel his warm belly brush against the small of my back as he shifted his weight forward and his cock slid balls-deep. He let out a sigh, loud enough that I could hear it over my own moan of pleasure as he filled me up, and then began to move his hips rhythmically. With each thrust he almost fully withdrew his cock before gently sliding it back inside me, savoring my velvet grip. After a few minutes of this he picked up the pace, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I started to encourage him, begging for his load in my hole, telling him that I wanted him to breed me like a slut. And in no time at all, that's exactly what he did. His cock jumped and pulsed as he pumped his load deep. At last, spent, he stood up. Being the good slut that I am, I spun around quickly and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my mouth so I could savor the mixture of my ass and his cum. As I did so, I felt some of his kids slip out of me and down the back of my thigh. As he dressed, I grabbed my phone to message the hole stretcher who was waiting down the street, only to find a message from the BBRT bbc top asking for my address. I told hole stretcher to come over and then sent it to him while I waited, asking him to give me a half hour. "No problem," came his reply. Not five minutes after the first guy left, the door opened and in walked the hole stretcher. I was waiting on all fours, my freshly-fucked hole greeting him as he entered. In no time the tip of his cock parted my sphincter, followed by that thick knot just below it. I inhaled deeply from my brown bottle and forced myself to relax, and was excited to find that those actions, coupled with the previous stretching and a liberal coating of cum on my insides, let him slide right in. He met resistance at my second hole, stopped and waited patiently until, like magic, I felt it open and welcome him in. He let out a moan at the same time I did. It felt amazing, and I was so turned on that I soon found myself pushing backward to meet each thrust, impaling myself as deeply as I could. It was something I've never been able to do with him before! He grabbed my hips and pushed balls-deep over and over until, with a gasp, he added his load to the mess inside me. I was even more eager to clean off his cock with my mouth, and the combination of two loads and my hole did not disappoint! I thought I might have tasted a hint of blood, too, but shrugged it off. After all, what's a cum dump good for besides taking every load he's offered? The hole stretcher dressed and left, and I went back to my phone. The guy from BBRT was getting close, and as I eagerly waited I clenched my sphincter muscles to keep the remaining cum inside. After less than ten minutes, which felt like forever, he came through the door and stepped right around to stand in front of me. He was wearing grey sweats and as I looked up, he had already lowered them to expose his cock. I instinctively knew what he wanted and got up on my knees - careful to keep the back door locked to prevent the kids from escaping - and sucked him until he was hard as a rock. This was the only cock of the evening that I had seen, and it was a solid seven girthy inches. I slid that cock deep down my throat, gagging and coughing up thick strands of saliva that would ease his entry when I was time to bend over. And the time to bend over came quickly. He muttered the words, "I don't want to bust yet," and took his cock out of my mouth. I spun around and presented my ass to him, and I heard him get down on his knees behind me. His knees pushed my legs apart as he moved in closer. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and then he was sliding in. He didn't stop, just slid all the way to the hilt without stopping. He pushed me forward, forcing me onto the floor on my stomach, and began hammering. That big, thick cock pounded me over and over again as his breath tickled the back of my neck. One last hit from the brown bottle, and I was in heaven. He must have lasted nearly fifteen minutes, and when I finally heard him gasp and his cock begin to dance inside my hole, I was actually disappointed that it was over. As with the others, I dutifully cleaned him off with my mouth and sent him on his way. I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the wet spot of cum that kept leaking out of my hole and into my underwear, Sadly, the stars had aligned just for that night, and for the rest of the week I struggled to find anyone who was interested in hooking up. I have the house to myself again this weekend, though, and I fully intend on taking advantage - by taking as many loads as I can.

The pleaser

I've been searching the anal tattoo topics for a while. Finally got the courage and decided to go through it. Got a rather subtle one inked.

Zach I’ve been feeling crappy off and on for the past year, I may even be the source of an epidemic in my small town. I graduated last May from high school and will soon be heading off to college, where I will no doubt, begin a new round of infections. I’m 19 now and I’m a total slut, pig, whore whatever you choose to call me, oh and I have a taste for daddies I think my obsession with older guys started when I was doing competitive swimming as a youth, the coach would play us video tapes of athletes like Marc Spitz and Greg Louganis to train us and to give us inspiration in our swimming and diving, I was glad the warm up pants were a bit baggy as I always ended up with a raging hard on. I also guess that is when I internally started realizing and accepting I was gay although I kept it to myself. Now I have always been athletic although I really don’t like sports all that much other than swimming, wrestling and weight lifting. I have kept myself in shape and have proven to be outdoorsy, hiking, camping, and generally being at home in the outdoors, doing activities. I remember back when I was in my mid tens going camping with the family, including my Uncle and his boyfriend and I overheard my uncle talking “so when do you think he’ll come out?” they were talking about me of course. Now my family is pretty liberal and being gay isn’t a big problem with them, but I still stayed in the closet till just before my eighteenth birthday, when I finally decided it was time. Their reaction was “so, this is a revelation” coming out to my parents was easy. Coming out to my best friend since fourth grade was more difficult for me at least, his reaction was “so I’m straight but this doesn’t change anything, our bromance can continue the way it always has” he said with a wink and a smile. On my eighteenth birthday we were buzzed from some really good bud and I leaned over and planted a wet one on his lips, he returned the kiss and we soon were into a hot make out session for about 5 minutes before he pulled away “ok, that never happened, it was the weed, and it won’t happen again” I was a bit crushed but I knew what he was implying, I headed home to my surprise birthday party and pretended I was surprised, I got some cool birthday presents, but the one that piqued my interest the most was getting my own tablet, no more having to share with my sister and brother. As the festivities wound down I retired to my room and proceeded to set up the tablet complete with hidden profile, password protected of course. After getting things set up I connected to the internet and googled “raunchy Gay Sex” picking a site I began watching hardcore porn, the first one showed a guy surrounded by several other men taking a cock in his ass while the other men jerked, pissed and feed him their cocks. I was excited and intrigued, that was how I wanted sex. I spent a good portion of my free time jerking to different videos over the next week, after school I would rush to my room and lock the door, pull out my tablet and put on dirty movies. About three weeks later mom was reminding me not to plan anything for the following weekend as my Uncle was getting married to his partner. I was hoping that being a gay wedding there might be some hot gay guys who might fulfill my fantasies. The day of the Wedding came, and I adorned a black tee shirt and a blue and white striped dress shirt to wear over it unbuttoned so I would look cool. My family and I arrived early and there were a small amount of people mingling and then I spotted him, a handsome daddy bear about early 40’s apparently helping out with the preparations, was taking pictures for my mom so I tried not to be too conspicuous about cruising the guy, but I stayed within eyesight of the daddy. As more guest arrived it became a little harder to cruise him but easier since I was able to get more picture, which allowed me to get closer to him until we were standing next to each other, we exchanged polite small talk, enough to find out he was indeed helping the wedding coordinator and was a friend of my uncle. I noticed he visited the bathroom frequently and I began developing a plan to get him alone and in a compromising position. I handed my mom the camera and headed to the small bathroom, locked the door and pulled up Facebook on my phone, I clicked on my Uncles partner’s page and scanned through is friends to see if the hot daddy was listed, there he was, my heart was pumping and I was hoping he was interested in younger guys. The ceremony was short and sweet, even though I was on the opposite side of the room I kept the daddy in my sights. There was a short break while photos were taken, papers signed and such then the grooms were ushered in to start the buffet line. Soon the whole party was focused on food and drink, lucky for me my family choose a table where I could see him clearly, I went for seconds, and then back for more, after all I’m a growing youth. The second time I came back for more I noticed he got up from his table , but didn’t grab his plate to refill it so I slipped into the bathroom, and stood behind the partition that separated the sink from the toilet. I wait and hoped he would come in, I heard someone push open the door, I peeked as they were latching it, and it was him, he stepped to the sink and quickly washed his hands, as he dried them I stepped out and pressed myself into him, our lips met and he was soon returning the kiss. He protested a bit saying that there was our friends just on the other side of the door, and that he really had to pee. This was my chance I sat down on the toilet and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, I was living out my kinky fantasy, he asked me if I was sure, I nodded and his stream began to flow into my mouth, it was acrid and sweet at the same time. My cock began to get rock hard as he finished pissing in my mouth, I undid my pants and fished it out stroking it as I started giving him my first real blowjob, I had practiced on vegetables and hot dogs and such but this was the first real cock sliding down my throat, I gagged a little and when I had him all slobbered up I quickly stood up and turned around, directing that throbbing piece of meat at my unlubed and virgin hole. I pushed back and the head breached my opening, fireworks of pain shot through me, he grabbed my hips and held me still. At first I thought he was going to pull out, but then I felt his cock twitch the slid another inch in the back out then in again a little deeper, the pain began to turn to pure pleasure as he did this one more time then slammed his cock into my grasping hole. He began fucking me in earnest and had to put a hand over my mouth to help keep me quiet. He pumped me hard I could feel myself getting wetter then I realized his precum was flowing into me, then he grunted and flooded my gut with his seed. His slow gyrations stated up again and he started a new round of thrust hitting my prostate repeatedly causing me to shoot my load onto the toilet seat cover which then puddled into small lakes of semen. He pulled out with a plop and I bent over and slurped the puddles of cum up, presenting my ass to him which he then feltched eating some of his cum from my hole, I turned around and took his slimy cock into my mouth and cleaned off the mess my ass had left there. I stood and kissed him, taking in the taste of my ass while sharing the cum and juices which were still lingering in my mouth. I slipped him my name, number and e-mail and hid behind the partition again as he slipped out the door. I exited a few moments later, returning to my family with a full gut of cum, stopping at the buffet on the way to grab a slider to hide the scent of the sex on my breath. We exchanged glances back and forth but no one was the wiser of our tryst. I left shortly after the cake cutting with my family, riding in the car I could feel cum slowly oozing into my underwear, I was hoping it wouldn’t make a spot in my jeans. Upon arriving home I rushed ahead of my family upstairs and into my room stopping in the bathroom for a quick evaluation of my rear, my shorts were sticky with cum and ass juices along with spots of blood. As I got to my room, without running into either sibling I locked the door and pulled out a small plug I had purchased a few days before, running it up and down my crack to lube it with cum that had escaped then shoved it into my hole, my sphincter gripped the invader by the indent in the shaft, thus sealing my hole from further leakage, I threw on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of basketball shorts and headed downstairs. After watching television with the family for a couple hours I headed back to my room and pulling my used pair of boxers to my face took in the scent of daddies cum and jerked off, falling asleep shortly after blasting out my load. A few days later I was hanging with a buddy at school, and my best friend came by and greeted us both, and the three of us began walking towards the gym and locker-room, they were both on sports teams so I walked them to practice. As they changed into their uniforms I noticed that there was a new assistant coach wandering through the locker-room. I inquired and they told me he was the new assistant coach just out of college. He smiled at us as he passed by, I smiled back and excused myself from my friends, I followed him back to his small office “Err um coach I was just curious if you might have some time to talk” “Sure, what sport you interested in” As he turned around I grabbed my crotch and winked, the hot coach stammered then walked over and closed and locked the door. Coach began rubbing my crotch as I leaned in and began kissing him, I soon had the hot young coach on his back and was pounding his hole with my 7.5 inch stud pounder, I was soon filling him with my 18yo teen boy cum. After having sex with the hot young coach, his boss looked mighty hot, although he was a little more work to get him into my pants and me his. About a month after the wedding I came down with a flu which kept me out of school for almost a week. As sick as I was I still wanted our weekly meetings with each coach flip fucking with the older one and pounding away at the younger one’s sweet mancunt. Three weeks later we were in the final games leading into the playoffs and several players were getting sick with the flu, the coach had been ill a couple weeks after me and so it went the epidemic started and I decided I should lay low for a bit, especially after going over to the next town where nobody knew me and purchased a home HIV test kit. After using it to test myself I put the numbers together I had been infected at the wedding, I in turn infected both coaches who were fooling around with several of the players, who were also banging their girlfriends and boyfriends. I also infected my best friend when we were buzzed one night I talked him into fucking me then I fucked him in return all before I tested. So now my little home town has had an outbreak of HIV and health officials are baffled since no one is talking about who they fucked or let fuck them

Just curious if anyone knows of a good gay tattoo artist in San Francisco that will do an asshole tatt

It’s nice to get a satisfied top come back for more but it was surprising to be contacted on Grindr out of the blue by a guy who bred me two years ago. He contacted me first thing in the morning asking if I would be available at about 5.30 pm, so I had to wait all day which was ok as I had things to do. When he arrived he was just as I remembered. I didn’t recall the face but … that cock and body. The cock was thick, long, cut with a big head, curved upwards and rock hard. He was tall and beefy. He was Polynesian, muscular with a traditional tattoo on one arm. i set to sucking his tool and after a while bent over my bed for him to fuck me. Then we climbed on the bed for more doggy before I lay on my back with legs in the air. He pumped and pumped before eventually depositing a big load which seemed to go on for 30 seconds. Hopefully I won’t have to wait more than a next year for the next load.

Because bareback feels better, is a greater turn on, and because cum belongs on the inside

Fuck this story keeps getting hotter ! Thanks pnpsub

I don't get hard when I'm being fucked, even if it gets to the point of making me spurt, only from jerking myself solo. I've had the occasional guy be dissatisfied that he couldn't masturbate me with any visible result (and one memorable occasional when a guy watching my cam got upset that I was 'wasting his time' if I wasn't going to get hard and cum for him, even though I was just showing my body around and never said I'd do anything more, so that left me in a great mood...) but even ignoring the local dark room and glory holes where it's not even a factor, I've had far more tops either not care at all, or at least not consider it any kind of deal breaker.

The biggest I've ever taken was about 9.5" and very thick. I didn't get it down my throat very far (I was about 17 then) but boy it felt good deep inside me on the other end! Thought I had died and gone to heaven lol

I mess with homeless and bum dudes

Met two daddies on grinder, went to their place and stripped down together and jumped in the jaccuzi, after a few drinks I couldn’t help it and reached my foot over to daddy 1 and rubbed his cock and with my hand rubbed the daddy 2’s cock who pulled me in to make out, when daddy 1 saw that he stood up and came over cock wet,hard and glistening. Without saying anything daddy 2 and licked each side of his cock…after a bit of this daddy 2 pulled me up and bent me over to eat my hole before making me ride him which felt so hot being out in the open getting my hole filled. Daddy 1 got jealous I think and suggested we check out the sling ( never was in one before) after some awkward getting settled in it, daddy 1 lubed me up and slid his cock in, I remember how amazing it felt hitting my spot that he got rougher and I eventually came all over myself. Daddy 1 nutted in me and could feel/hear the load drip out, daddy 2 walked up and got ready for his turn. He was a bit of a faster cummer but I didn’t mind at that point I was a mindless sex object. Daddy 2 nutted and I felt satisfied. We all got up and shared the outdoor shower and made out together

There used to be a sleazy gay motel in LA, the Coral Sands. It was a dump, with the best sex. I usually fly down for a long weekend. There were 75 rooms so with registered guests and visitors who snuck in, you could assume they were always 150 men looking to play. I usually got a single room. But there were several times I booked a room for the weekend with a friend. We went into this knowing that one night he would pimp me out, and the other night I would pimp him out. The key to this is that there was always someone in control, watching out for the welfare of the cum dump, controlling who came in or not. I seldom was blindfolded. I can take it or leave it. But many times I never look back and had no idea who was climbing on top of me to fuck. But all concerns were alleviated, knowing my friend was there to watch out for me.

I was horny af and started talking to this guy on Grindr that I haven’t been able to hook up with. I decided to take some time off work to cheat since both our schedules worked out and he could host. Both of us are married, which makes it much hotter. We spent the after noon fucking, sucking, and just playing with each other. He swallowed my cum and I swallowed his. We decided to continue hooking up and making it a fwb type deal. On the drive home, I was horny af, although I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum again. I stopped by a local mall to kill some time before I had to be at an appointment. Hopped on Grindr since I didn’t get a load in my ass from my previous buddy. I got hit up by this hot, hairy Latino man. He was in a department store bathroom so I hesitated a bit, since it’s risky. I figured wtf and decided to go. No one was in the bathroom but him. I went to the handicapped stall, knocked, and he open the door to let me in. He was jerking off and had a bunch of precum on his uncut dick. I quickly got on my knees to suck it. His pubes were awesome. So think and musky. He pushed my mouth so hard on his dick and he was balls deep in me in no time. I choked a bit and that’s when someone walked in to use the urinal. The way the bathroom is designed he would be unable to see or know we were in there. We were quiet until we heard him leave. Once he did, I got back down to blowing my hot Latino man. He started to reach for my pants and started to play with my hole. I knew what he wanted. He told me to pull them down and I did. I was still lubed up from my buddy so his dick slid in easily. We’ve talked before but never hooked up since he’s always wanted bathroom play and I’ve been too nervous. But goddamn his dick felt good and I’m not saying no to him ever again. He kept fucking me, and he finally told me he was gonna cum and asked where I wanted it. I told him to breed me and he pumped what had to be at least 8 shots of cum into my loose, slutty hole. When he pulled out, I started to pull up my pants but someone came in and sat down in the stall next to us. He started to take a huge dump and I pulled my pants up quietly, left the stall, and took on look back at my sexy man naked before closing the door. I went on to my appointment, then went home to my husband who was none the wiser.

Always inside me. I love taking loads and my husband not knowing I’m filled behind his back. I love to have him fuck me not knowing I got used and he’s fucking some other guys cum deeper into my hole.

Damn this is fucking hot!!! I will enjoy thinking of various versions of the next chapter….

You will have fun doing this! As a top I once collected used condoms from a street where straight guys go to fuck sex workers, dumped the contents in a BBRTS bottom's ass, and fucked him. Knowing that he had sperm inside him from three random men, plus me, was a huge turn on. I don't think there's specific, relevant research on this point, but given the moist, warm environment inside a condom, I would proceed as if I'd barebacked with multiple people of completely unknown sexual health status. (For me, that would mean remaining on PrEP and promptly getting STI tests after playing — or timing high-risk play about a week before my monthly STI tests.)

I also love fucks that are short and brutal. I totally get off when a top walks in, forces himself inside me with little foreplay and brutalized my hole while he builds his orgasm. Of course the callous load is so worth it. Best knowing I'm just a fuck hole for filling. Rough nip play is hot too, but not yet a fan of flogging or caning.

Jake spend the next few days luxuriating with clints body. Every inch of the boy seemed built to please a man, from his lush cocksucking lips to his firm tight ass. Jake took pleasure in teaching him how to service a man, but couldnt help but wonder if he had learned a few tricks from Seth. Clint seemed to gravitate toward worshipping Jakes heavy balls. the boy couldnt seem to resist licking and sucking them for what seemed like hours on end. Gradually Clint spent nearly a day learning to deep throat Jake, slowly inhaling the forbidden perfume of a small bottle of poppers as he gulped inch by inch, until finally his face was pressed firmly into Jakes groin. By sunset, Jake was casually fucking his cock into the boys gurgling throat as he dangled off the end of his bed, a pool of fresh poz precum glistening on his belly. Jake made sure to groan his encouragement as the warm seed in has balls made its way into Clints stomach. as dawn broke, Jake would rise to find Clint greedily swabbing his poz cock against his hot little hole until Jake gave in and with a gentle push, entered the boys body once again. Clint delighted in milking the poison cock cream from jake whenever the opportunity presented itself and by the afternoon, was practically a mess of seed drooling from his stretched cunt and smeared on his alabaster cheeks. As Jake flipped through channels triyng to find something on TV the tintinnabulation of a hot shower finally began. He had wondered if Clint would ever get one, or if he was turning into some sort of twink pig that lived off poz jizz and affection. As Jake settled into Oprah a cheerful rap came to the door, interrupting his thoughts of a cum glazed Clint and driving him to grudgingly tug on a pair of jeans. Pulling open the door and squinting at the bright noon sun, he sighed. It was Seth, and he looked infuriatingly chipper as always. "somebody told me..." Seth exclaimed, as he pushed his way past jake to launch his backpack onto the couch with a thump, "my handsome Jake has a new boyfriend!" Jake rolled his eyes. "Lucas dumped me." he mumbled, as he settled back into the couch and resumed flipping through channels. "well I say good for you. You know, Clint just thinks the world of you and that thick poz horsecock..." Seth tugged the snaps open on Jakes jeans and oblivious to his protests, shoved his hands in and began fondling and stroking the boys tool like it was his own. "there it is....And, jake, you cant tell me clint doesnt feel just perfect inside. I mean look at him, those hips, that perfect little ass, he was meant to ride cock! your cock." Seth alternated between throating and pumping as he worked Jake to full staff. As quick as he started, Seth hopped up and slid his shorts down. "come on man, I've already been dumped once today..." Jake protested as Seths undeniable libido once again took control of the conversation. "Thats why we're gonna be quiet as a mouse! nice and quick you know you missed me. just the head?" Seth nudged Jakes prick into place as he had done so many times before and watched jake sigh in resignation as Seths velvety hole worked its magic. "more jake more. You know how to do it....theres a boy, nice and deep in that poz pussy." Seth delighted as Jakes hands went around his hips and ffirmly planted his oozing cock into the nymphs sucking hole. jake moaned as Seth worked the cock inside him, perfectly stroking and milking him for the load he so greedily craved. "sshhh, quiet as a mouse baby...." Seth clasped his hand across Jakes mouth and rode the boy harder. "thats right jake feels so good doesnt it? cum in this poz pussy. give it up..." Seths encouraging whispers gave way to wide eyed panting as Jake grunted, pumping his load deep into seths body as the mischevous bottom just grinned from ear to ear. "oh thats a big hot load of jake juice isnt it baby, i feel it inside....such a big yummy poz load....." Reluctantly Seth slid off the boys wilting tool, tugged on his shorts, and went rifling through his bag. Jake collected himself momentarily as he tucked his slimy prick back into his jeans and laid his head back. staring at the ceiling, Jake knew Seth was right. For whatever his ex had going for him, nothing could compete with warm inviting poz boy butts. Stretching the definition, he was sure he could get away with calling the past few days of pumping Clint full of man seed a "Date" "ow damnit!" Jake jerked as he felt the pinprick on his shoulder followed by Jakes firm grip as he administered the contents of the point. "what is that...." he asked in rising panic, assuming some incredible fantasy-land cocktail from mikey no doubt. "relax horsecock, its Penicillin." Jake cringed confused as Seth finished up. "oh dang i should have asked first are you allergic? anyway dont forget who gave you that special gift." Seth gripped Jakes package, "I still have a few fun friends who want a ride on Jakes spicy sugar stick but youre just giving them the gift. Youre not santa claus." Seth gave jake a playful pat just as clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Chop Chop lollypop! we gotta get a move on!" Seth tugged Jake to his feet as he exchanged a confused glance at Clint. "Jake and I are helping some friends move! dont wait up we'll hook up later on tomorrow dont worry about it amigo!" seth chirped abruptlky as he ushered Jake to the car.

Jake stood motionless in the tile shower as the warm water cascaded across his body. stepping forward he placed his hands above his head, bracing his body against the satin grey tile as the water poured down his back, channeling naturally between his shoulders, to his hips, and along his taut milky cheeks as he stared down at his pendulous tool. Lucas would never understand how beautiful and perfect he had become, how he could become. maybe his strain would take, or maybe not, but Jake was sure this was a gift, a precious gift. Being poz among men was...it was as if he were some demigod. He could bless boys as he chose, convert the worthy few who invited his virulent hungry organ into their bodies and accepted his warm potent gift. Jake ran his hand along the length of his member. Poz meant his cock was home in only the finest, most exclusive bottoms. The boys who only cared about the purest pleasure. His exclusivity was confirmed gratefully by willing boys who buttered their holes with his precum and begged for his release, and denied to those who refused his generous pursuit of raw lust. Jakes head shot up as he heard his phone skittering across the marble kitchen countertop, vibrating with an incoming call. Scrambling to open the shower door he scuffed his feet on the bathroom rug momentarily and took off like a wet nude flash down the hall. "Lucas?!" he eagerly waited for the voice on the line to affirm his existence again if even for a moment. "uhm, Jake?" The boy searched his mind for what this timid voice was. It certainly wasnt Lucas. "Seth gave me your number. its Clint!" Jakes smile faded as he plodded back to the shower to fetch a towel. He certainly remembered blowing more greasy loads of pod spunk than he could count into this boy, he just never expected to hear from him again for some reason. His cock twitched at the thought of Clints insatiable cunt. "Hows it goin buddy?" Jake finished wiping himself down as he scooted the towel across puddles of water in the hall. "I feel...i dont feel good today jake. do you think it worked?" Jake felt a swell of pride as he heard the boys hoarse cough over the phone. "i think so baby." Jakes cock was rock hard as he imagined the boys smooth body embracing his gift. "I-if your not busy do you want to come over?" Clint asked bashfully. "of course i do baby ill be right there." Jake was now openly fisting his cock in anticipation of a slick poz hole to start his day with. "hi" Clint looked exhausted as he opened the door to his apartment dressed only in a pair of black briefs. his tired shoulders slumped as Jake embraced him. "Its all over baby you did a great job. Youre poz now" he stroked clints hair as the boy kissed him on the cheek. "i missed you Jake" he mumbled, moving his hand down to his underwear and slipping them down to present his pale cheeks. "i tried fingering my hole but it doesnt make me cum Jake" The boy couldnt believe his eyes. After all this, all clint could still think of was Jakes cock? it throbbed eagerly as he undid the buttons on his jeans. "i know baby, your boypussy needs a big cock in it doesnt it?" Clint nodded wearily as he spread his legs wider. "I made it slick already." he spread his hole obscenely for the hungry raw top to expose his dripping hole. "i mean, seth helped earlier. he brought lube" Clint pointed to a tupperware dish on the countertop that was obviously full of anonymous loads. "i never saw this kind before, but he put lots of it inside" clint remarked absently as he dipped a finger into his hungry toxic cunt. "this is the best kind of lube baby, but only poz holes get to use it. its very special." Jake scooped a gob of the seed into his fist and smeared it on his cock. "please Jake i need it inside. make me feel good." Jake stepped to the boys eager hole and gripped his hips. "put the nice big cock inside where it feels good clint" The boy sighed as he nudged his ass back and swallowed Jakes tool halfway. "oooooh fuck yes" clint moaned, continuing to slide back on the mans thick leaking prick. "god please jake fuck my hole" the desperate boy begged. "Jake began forcefully slamming his impossibly large cock into the smaller teens frame. this was what he was made for, charging up holes and shooting his load deep.

Been bred by BBC not only when I was in the US but in Africa, UK and Netherlands as well. Love being used by BBC - have even been DP'd by BBC that is how much I love them

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