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I finally had a chance to hit a popular cruising area when the weather was finally warm enough for outdoor play. I slipped on a pair of 1-inch nylon unlined running shorts and a mesh tank top with "Slut" written across the chest. I wandered the forest trail and noticed I had a follower about 20 yards behind. Weaving through the trees I entered the clearing, a little used hay field that had an old rusting truck in front of an abandoned harrow. I leaned on the truck, letting the sun warm my body. I heard his footsteps and opened my eyes as he lit a cigarette. "Is it true?", he asked, pointing at the words in my chest. "I like to think so", I replied. "You know if you advertise you have to back it up", he said, "I don't think I've ever met a self-proclaimed slut before". I opened a bottle of poppers, Double Scorpion Emerald, and took a hit in each nostril. I moaned and grabbed my cock, half hard and clearly outlined by the thin shorts. "Is that poppers?", he asked. "Yes" I said, letting the aroma do it's work to my brain. "Can I try?", he asked, "I haven't had any in years". "They're not as good as back in the day", I said, "but there's still a feeling". He took a long inhale. "Is that... mint?", he asked. "And eucalyptus", I replied, "according to online". He moaned and took a final drag on his cigarette before crushing it out against the truck's front fender. His hand unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling out a six inch cock. "Get on your knees and suck me... slut", he ordered. I happily complied, took a long hit of poppers in each nostril, and went to work on his manhood. Lightly kissing the head, flicking the frenulum with my tongue, before licking my way down the shaft. His cock responded to my worship and when I thought it hard I slipped his glans in my mouth, sucking gently, before impaling my head on him. I grabbed the base of his cock as my mouth rode his member, he grunted a few times. "Hey, no hands, slut!", he demanded. I let go of his shaft and used my mouth as a wet hole for his manhood. My idle hands slipped down to my nipples and started roughly abusing them. After a while, after he had rammed his hard cock into my throat a few times, making a few gags escape me and my eyes water, my out-of-practice jaw started to ache. "Get up.", he demanded. I stood up, he roughly spun my body around, and pushed between my shoulders to press my torso against the truck, my head narrowly missing the open hood. I looked down into the empty engine compartment. "Drop those shots and spread your cheeks", he ordered. I complied and heard him spit into his hand, which he jacked over his cock then spread the excess against my hole, forcing one finger, then two inside. He pulled his fingers out then I felt his glans press against my hole. I instinctively uncapped my poppers and took a two deep inhales in each nostril. I heard him chuckle as he pressed his raw cock against my hole. Relaxed by the poppers it easily surrendered, allowing entry to his raw manhood. His first thrust was relentless, driving until he was balls deep. He grunted in satisfaction and pulled back, leaving only on the cockhead inside before he thrust deep again. I grunted from the force than pushed my hips into the sun-warmed metal of the truck. Encouraged, each successive thrust was harder and more forceful, driving deep into me and compelling my body to submit. I took regular huffs of poppers as he grunted and fucked me. My fingers teased my nipples. My half-hard cock was leaking a stream of pre-cum. I lost track of time, but eventually his thrusts started to become erratic and his grunting louder and more forced. I felt his fingers dig hard into my hips immediately before his cock slammed balls deep into me a final time and he gave a final grunt, emptying his load into me. He panted deeply a few times before pulling his cock from my gaping and used hole. Instinctively I turned around, dropped to my knees and pulled his cock into my mouth, tasting his cum and my ass. After a few licks he pulled his softened cock out, tucked it into his pants, and walked off without a word.

The alarm clock sounded at 5:45. Tom got up feeling the plug move in his ass. He smiled wondering about his morning dump. He showered, drying always took at least two towels to get all his body hair dry enough to dress. His morning piss was strong. He hadn't drunk enough liquid before bed. He logged into his computer and checked emails. One was from coach. It simply said no underwear today. Tom pulled on is 501 blues with button fly. He was a little concerned as his dick was still not really softened, partially hard. Besides that, sometimes black pubes would work their way and show in the fly. He shaved his face, combed his hair, brushed his pearly white teeth, and headed downstairs, xts, he went back up to grab his phone. 5 texts from Jan. She wouldn't be up. He catch her at school. Tom mounted his motorcycle, feeling the vibration in his ass as the plug found new spots to tap. Tom hurried to school. He was outside coach's door at6:45. Coach walked up smiling knowing he had tom right where he wanted him. Coach unlocked the door, ushered Tom in and Tom stood in front of desk. Tom said, "Coach, you want me to turn the lights on." Coach responded, "No need for lights, boy." It wasn't totally dark but even blinds were closed. With that Coach said, "Boy, strip!" Tom hesitated and Coach growled, "Now." Tom pulled off his polo shirt, kicked off his shoes, and started to unbutton his jeans. The minute a second button was loose, his cock sprang to life making it hard to finish unbuttoning. Coach watched his prey fumble with the buttons. As soon as the boy was naked, Coach handed him a drink. "Drink it all down fast, boy!" Coach barked adding, "This is an energy drink. You will need extra energy today. I've got a college coach coming to see you." Now bend over the desk, let me check that plug. Tom said, "Coach, I haven't touched it. Sir, I need to take a dump." Coach moved him to attached john and pulled out the plug, it made a sucking sound. Tom sat on the pot and let out farts and shit. As he did, Coach coated the plug with some nice lube and a little grit. Coach said, "It has been cleared with admin for me to take you to meet the Coach at Holiday Inn periods 2 and 3. I will take you. He can't meet you on school property. Do you understand?"

There ya go

Jeffrey Morris stood, naked, behind the curtain in his second-floor bedroom. As he jacked his hard, nearly 8 inch cock with his left hand, his right hand strayed across the contours of his perfect hairless pecs, honed from years of competitive swimming. His pert round ass flexed as his hole clenched and spasmed around the vibrating plug he had pushed in. The perfectly defined muscles of his back undulated as his hands moved across his chest. The light coming in the window highlighted his skin, golden with a light summer tan, golden like his tightly cropped hair. Jeff was engaging in one of his favorite pastimes: jacking in the window, just out of sight of the two, tall, muscle daddies working shirtless in the back garden of his parent’s house in Evanston. He had been dreaming about the two men, the owners of Inland Ocean Landscaping, since before he reached puberty. They were both tall men, with huge shoulders and giant pecs. Benjamin King was taller than his Colombian husband Jose Hernandez by two inches. Ben stood 6’2”, his curly red hair close cropped, the sun shining on his tightly-groomed red beard. Jeff admired Ben’s rugged handsome face, and imagined that beard tickling his asshole. His eyes roamed hungrily to Jose. Jose was definitely the tougher looking of the two. He was 6’ tall, his pitch black mullet shining with sweat. He kept his torso shaved, to show off the full sleeve tatto that ran across his chest and down his right arm. His body was leaner than his slightly older husband. Jose’s body was jacked, the v from his wide powerful shoulders went to a very slim waist, every muscle twisting and turning as his dug in the ground. Beside him Ben’s body was broader, much more of solid square. Ben’s torso was just as ripped, but it was on a much larger more solid bone structure. As Jeff watched them dig—they were replacing Spring annuals with hardy Summer ones that could stand the heat—he imagined those muscles moving and rippling above him as first one and then the other fucked his brains out. He reached around, imagining their cocks relentlessly pounding his hole, pushing the buttplug in and out of his hole. Just as he was imagining what it would feel like to take both their dicks at once, he exploded in a deafening orgasm right as the family dog came racing up the stairs. The sound startled him and he jumped forward, crashing loudly into the full-length window still spraying cum. The sound caused the two older Daddies to look up at him, plastered against the window with his jerking cock still in his hands, his golden skin already turning red from embarrassment. Rather than seeming shocked, the two men smiled. Jeff couldn’t believe his eyes when their hands immediately started grabbing at their rapidly hardening dicks. Both bulges growing much larger than he could have ever dreamed. The two men looked at each other and nodded, and walked quickly to the back patio, their smiles wide with anticipation. Jeff stepped back from the window, his eyes wide. What was happening right now? Were they coming to the house? He heard the two men enter the house and start climbing the stairs. Within seconds they stood at the doorway, smiling broadly. Both men entered his bedroom, the scent of their sweaty bodies a mix of pure testosterone and garden earth. Ben spoke, reaching out to hold Jeff’s face in his giant hand, as Jose started to strip off his tight jeans. “Oh Jeffy boy,” Ben purred, “we’ve been waiting for this moment so long. You are going to love being our boy.”

Jeff stared wide eyed. So surprised he couldn’t speak. Ben stepped back and slipped off his jeans. Ben stood next to his naked husband, and smiled and said, “Well Jeffy, isn’t this what your fantasized about every time we worked in your parents yard, jacking your boy cock every single time, year after year?” Jeff’s eyes grew wide, but he realized he was so turned on that his cock was rock hard. Jeff’s eyes dropped, and his mouth dropped open and he drooled just a bit. His first look at Ben’s cock. It was so much hotter than he’d ever imagined. Ben boasted 10 inches of Irish- American man cock. It was quite wide—even as Ben’s enormous hands jacked it Jeff could see that it was a very wide dick. It was beautiful, Jeff thought, shaped like a missile, a tapered head covered in foreskin that quickly widened to maybe two inches across. Jeff watched Ben jack his cock, mesmerized for a few seconds, his mind completely consumed with the idea of sucking it, debasing himself before the most perfect cock inthe world. After a few second Jose stepped forward, drawing Jeff’s eyes to his own enormous cock. Jeff’s eyes grew even wider. “Oh my god,” Jeff breathed. Jose’s cock was also beautiful, but it was brutal-looking. It was darker than Jose’s olive skin, a darker warm brown. It was one of the thickest cocks Jeff had ever seen. “It looks like HairyDomXLs cock,” Jeff breathed. Jeff heard Ben’s voice in his ear, “You dirty boy,” Ben breathed, “watching OnlyFans.” Ben’s hands starting to roam across Jeff’s chest and stomach, his rock hard cock against Jeff’s lower back. Jose smiled, “It’s the same thickness—about 8 inches around—but it’s a bit longer, 9 inches.” “And he doesn’t have this,”: Jose said, rolling his long foreskin back to show Jeff the full size of the big Prince Albert running through the head of his cock. Jose reached up and twisted Jeff ‘s nippled hard, “You want my thick cock to stretch you boy?” “Yes,” Jeff replied, breathing out and making it almost a whine. Suddenly Jose big hand slapped Jeff’s face hard, stinging. “You address me and my man as Sir or Daddy at all times, bitch,” he commanded, his voice hard. “Yes, Daddy,” Jeff breathed out, a sheepish smile on his face as he realized he wanted rough treatment. Ben moved his hands to Jeff’s backside, as Jose started nibbling all over Jeff’s hairless torso, nipping lightly at the boys nipples. As Jeff began to buck and whine with desire, Ben found the small buttplug. “Our dirty little boy has a plug in,” Ben said. Taking the plug and gently fucking the teens hole, Ben said “Is that what you do when you dream of us fucking you.” “Yes, sir,” Jeff panted, then squealed as Jose bit one of his nipples hard. Jose stood tall, looming over the 5’ 7” golden teen. “I just want to make one thing clear, little bitch,” he said sternly. “When you have sex with us, we will hurt you,” he smiled lecherously, “And I will sometimes hurt you a lot. You down with that, boy?” Jeff was silent for a minute, his ass still bucking as Ben fucked him now with a couple of his thick fingers. “I submit to you both, Daddy,” Jeff said firmly, “My fantasies are always about rough sex.” Jose smiled and grabbed Jeff’s golden hair, pulling his head back and kissing him very forcefully. “Oh baby,” he growled, “I’ve wanted to possess you for so long.” They all made out for a few minutes, the two big muscle stud stood squeezing the golden haired twink between their broader bodies. They deep kissed him, nibbled his body, and then kissed each other. Ben broke it off and said, “You ever do GHB boy?” When Jeff admitted he had, they sent him downstairs for a glass of orange juice and Jose pulled a vial out of the little fanny pack he carried with him and Jeff swallowed it down. They made Jeff show them his little toy collection, and made him describe what he fantasized about. The biggest toy was about 8 inches and 6 inches around. He blushed and admitted it had taken him a while but he could take the entire thing now. Ben put him on his hands and knees on the bed, and Jose settled in to teach Jeffy how to suck his big cock. He’d removed the PA (“You learn to take that PA in both your holes soon enough boy,” he promised.). Jeff clearly had some practice—they would later make him confess to every sexual experience he’d had— but Jose’s tool was a challenge for all but the most experienced cocksuckers. Meanwhile, Ben started loosening up the boys hole with the bigger dildo. Jeff huffed on poppers so that both his holes would open up for his new daddies. All Ben could think about was how good that hole was going to feel wrapped around his thick ten inches. Finally, the anticipation got to be too much, and he lubed up and slowly eased his cock in. The boys ass was pure velvet. Clearly not a virgin, but most holes were basically a virgin to cocks as big as his cock and that of his husband. He got to the point where the boy had about three inches to go. He pushed in and the boy whined. “Big hit of poppers,” he said, “And Jose, you may want him off your cock for a second. We don’t want him biting your cock when I hit bottom.” Jose smiled wickedly, pulling the beautiful teen up by his golden hair. “Look in my eyes and beg my husband to fuck you deep, little bitch.” “Fuck me deep, Daddy Ben,” Jeff panted, “I need all of you inside me.” Jose then gave the boy two big hits of poppers and nodded at Ben. Ben pushed hard, not caring if it hurt, needing to own the boy he wanted for so long. Jeff screamed and then squirmed, as the rock hard cock broke deeper into his boypussy than anything ever had. His world reeled, realigning, he realized he wanted that cock in him even deeper. He’d known ever since he started having sexual fantasies at 12 that he wasn’t wired like other boys. He dreamt of being tied up, serving big strong men. As Ben started to slowly fuck him, he opened his eyes and stared at the gorgeous rough Latin muscle god in front of him. Jeff panted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me. Own me, hurt me, make me yours.” After a couple of hours (Jose watched the time, they didn’t want the boys parents interrupting the fun) they lay on the basically destroyed bed. Jeff was positioned between Jose and Ben, curled up. He was suckling on Jose’s satisfied cock while Ben lightly finger fucked his sore and gaping hole. Jeff was clearly an absolute cock hound. That first fuck by Ben, let loose an insatiable bottom. Jose couldn’t wait to see what Jeff was like when he was high, because he’d never seen someone so young begging for cock with just a little GHB. He’d struggled to take Jose’s giant pole at first. Jose wanted to just slam it home and make the boy scream and cry—the boys cries were so delicious and he clearly liked pain, But because both he and Ben REALLY wanted to make Jeff their full- time boy, he’d kept to their agreement to keep his own animal side in check. But Jeff wanted that cock, all of it. Jose let him sit on it—something he almost never did, as he wanted to devour every bottom he fucked—but the boy was so gorgeous that it was actually super hot. Jeff stared into Jose’s eyes, and he begged Jose for his cock. Jeff grunted and huffed on poppers and groaned as he slid down, the boy was so lean, Jose could see his cock move and the boys torso spasmed as his pussy learned to take something so thick. When he still had about an inch of Jose’s cock to take, Jeff did another round of poppers, and Jose reached forward and bit one of Jeff’s perky little tits while reaching up with both strong arms and pushing the boy down hard, the giant cock almost splitting him in two. Jeff screamed, then panted as he realized that the huge cock was all inside him. Jose moaned as the boys tunnel spasmed around his cock, milking it. He picked the boy up and started to slowly fuck him, quickly building up speed. Jose smiled, remembering, and pushed the boys mouth down to his balls. “You like when my giant cock splits your pussy in two, boy? Jose said. Jeff paused his ball licking, looking up and squirming his ass on Ben’s fingers, groaned “It hurts daddy, but I love it.”

Balls deep for a bit then back to thrusting to get ready for breeding them with my next load.

It died of starvation.

Zeke, Tommy and Red had consulted with their lawyers. Though they could not legally enter into a three way marriage they wanted to make Red as equal in their relationship as possible and give him every legal protection and right they could. They were going to have a marriage ceremony anyway this coming summer no matter what anyone thought Generally a “majority rules” concept emerged but with a failsafe. If all three could not agree on something one of them would have final say. In matters of business and finance of course Zeke would be deferred to, Tommy and then Red were next if Zeke was incapacitated and a decision had to be made but only with the guidance of advisers Zeke trusted. In matters of healthcare Tommy had final say followed ny Zeke and then Red. "I promise not to "pull the plug" when you are old Zeke" Tommy joked In domestic matters Red would be the final arbiter, surprisingly followed by Tommy and then rinally Zeke. Tommy joked that this was in the order of who was most willing to do the dishes but honestly in an argument Red had the most level and non-egocentric head of all of them Some may say that Red had the least important role but how often would Zeke and Tommy’s roles really come to the fore? Red’s roll was central to everyday life though it was rare he had to step in. They were three men who understood each other very well and were rarely at cross purpose. Most of what Red did was let Tommy know his jokes may be going a bit to far and he usually did that by subtly helping Zeke get even Zeke was many things but in this field Tommy had reigned supreme from day one. Half the time Zeke didn’t even realize Tommy was teasing him, Zeke and Mike’s years of ham handed competition was about as subtle as Zeke got in this area. Far from being upset at the new dynamics Tommy was happy that someone appreciated his sense of humor, hell he was happy someone even noticed most of his jokes! They were never malicious, just gentle ribbing. Red evened the playing field, usually taking Zeke’s side, explaining what Tommy was really saying in a way that didn’t make Zeke feel stupid and helping him poke right back, It was a great deal of fun for all three and brought them all even closer The final secret laugh was Zeke’s though. He let his men think they fooled him with such skill neither ever suspected. It softened his natural dominating charisma to have perceived flaws and blind spots. It allowed Tommy and Red to act mote fully equal in their relationship and that’s exactly what Zeke wanted. All he really was was more experienced than them, They were his full equals and he did all he could to make them see that The three of them were perfect together. Their strengths and weaknesses complementing each other. Tommy and Zeke had been happy just the two of them but Red added whole new levels and they made sure he knew it, Red, in return, tried to show in every possible way how grateful he was for this life of love they had brought him into, The general philosophy they all shared was “If you love and appreciate someone let them know that as often as you can” It worked out fairly well After the incident with Cal Zeke quietly added more security, Tommy Red and even Zeke were subtly guarded 24/7. The men were all hand picked by Sal. Jeff’s head of security and the team leader was named Theo Theodore Jackson was so unlike the dower Sal you would never believe he could disable a man with two fingers, but he could, easily. He started in Army special forces then was recruited by the C.I.A. who sharpened his skills and encouraged him to be more his authentic self as it was a great cover. No one could suspect a thin, colorful and even flamboyant gay man was a deadly killer. That had been 15 years ago. Now he was a bit more substantial. He appeared to be that jovial gay uncle so many people have. Always dressed in loud colors and quick with a laugh or a hug, The first day with his new team of ten highly trained and experienced men he had walked in in chinos and a lose Hawaiian shirt He had the ten form a circle around him and said “Attack me” They all laughed and the largest stepped forward alone. This was a mistake, Theo had him on the ground in 15 seconds The rest rushed him. It was a very long five minutes for them as Theo moved faster than a man his size abd age had any right to and scored “disabling” blows on all of them “Very good men!” He said “That was more challenging than I thought it would be” Theo never had a single discipline problem with his team after that. They followed his orders exactly because they respected him and even feared him a little It was Theo who always accompanied them to the baths. His personality was so outrageous that no one questioned him walking the halls in silk pajamas of emerald or royal blue “You can only hide one weapon under a towel and it’s hard to defend someone with your cock” he joked with Tommy the first night Butch and Pete naturally adored him and helped him spread the trend of older men and some not so old in pajamas. Zeke, at Tommy’s urging, had jokingly had all three made several sets that looked like leather in various shades. Undoing a few buttons turned the pants into chaps and the man who made them was overwhelmed with orders after the first night they were worn Theo on his part found the way the three of them dominated the place by force of will and blatant sexuality amazing. It was Red who drew his attention most often. The beautiful young man moved with an unconscious grace that fascinated him and made him think some very unprofessional thoughts about a client, The entire pozzing thing also intrigued him as well. The self destructive eroticism of allowing yourself to be infected with HIV got him hard and the thought of spreading it after that was just as hot He watched as Zeke and Tommy were buried balls deep in a couple members of the “Breeding Zone Virgin Club” as they were now known. There seemed to be a never ending stream of neg guys from there wanting to be pozzed. They were not all virgins but who cared? They were neg and wanted to change that Red’s attention was on a guy in full leather fucking a twink in a sling. The man seemed to be trying to avoid Red’s gaze but couldn't keep his eyes off the ginger boy with the massive cock, Theo noticed he was wearing a condom as he fucked the slim man beneath him, condoms being rate in this room Red smiled evilly and walked up behind the man who was a stocky fireplug, short and muscular with a compact muscle ass Red didn’t ask he simply reached around the man and pinched his nipples twisting hard. "You are safe sex only and neg aren’t you sexy boy?” Red whispered in his ear though the man was at least ten years older than him The bottom the man was fucking slipped out of the sling grinning and winking at Red. He knew what was coming “Yes and I only top as well” The man said though he didn’t sound very confident and he stayed where he was, not moving away “Im going to change all that tonight” Red said reaching in front of the man, pulling off the condom and tossing it aside “You won’t be needing this any more” “Good” The twink said “That safe sex only thing is so boring! Charge him up!" “Red simply pushed the man onto his stomach on the sling. He was short enough to where his feet did not quite touch the ground. Then Red, having never really asked permission simply started working his cock into that neg, safe sex only hole “You have been watching me all night wanting my cock, wanting me to poz you. Your eyes were practically begging for it! They were shouting come infect me with with HIV” he said as the head popped in The man gasped in pain and groaned “You are crazy man! I don’t want HIV!” Red pulled the head back out and stepped back “Feel free to go then, but we both know you won’t” Hw paused for a full minute then stepped forward and pushed the head back in “I thought so bitch, just lay there and take your pozzing since you want it so bad” “No, please don’t poz me” The man said “Shut up, you had your chance to walk away and you are not struggling at all. Stop with the drama, you want my virus and I’m going to give it to you. No turning back now!” Then Red worked his cock in thill it was about halfway ignoring the grunts of pain from his victim. He started pushing on the chains holding the sling up, letting the swing work his cock in further till his ginger pubes were hitting that neg muscle ass with each thrust The man groaned still weakly protesting but his cock was rock hard and dripping “I’m going to teach you your place in the world, You were born to take poz cock or any cock that wants to breed you, It’s what you have always craved, what you know you deserve” Red said as he slid almost his entire ten inches in and out of the willing victim “It’s time to become the poz cum dump you have always wanted to be! I’m going to infect you! NOW!” Red groaned as he fired shot after shot of toxic seed into the neg man’s unprotected hole “Thank you” The man sobbed as Red pulled out. Zeke and Tommy had finished and come over to watch their toxic apprentice honing his craft and they quickly added a second and a third poz load tp the first inside the man who less than an hour ago said he only played safe A queue had formed and the three of them sat on their throne couch like Gods watching the man be bred by anyone who stepped up. Red’s cock was still rock hard so he motioned to the twink who’s fuck he had interrupted and the slim man came over and sat on his lap sliding down on that shaft “My last test was neg, god knows how, I hope you finally change that” the twink moaned as he rode Red for that poz load churning in his balls As Theo watched he kept an eye on the others in the room automatically “No threats” he though “Well except those three toxic cocks to any neg hole within a mile” he added to himself “Including mine” A few days later Theo sat in Zeke’s office giving his routine weekly report. When he was finished he said “I have been watching you three in the bathhouse spreading HIV” “You were told of this before you agreed to take the job. Are you having second thoughts? We don’t force anyone” Zeke said “Mo, no, not at all!” Then he looked uncomfortable and said in a rush “I want to be infected and I want Red to do it” Zeke looked both shocked and amused “Normally I would have no objection but could you maintain your objectivity regarding Red after that and would it cause a respect issue with your men?” “I once guarded a man who kidnapped all the children in an entre village because they would not pay his warband for protection. He was attacked seven times while in my care but the government needed intelligence he had so I kept him alive. Once we had it and my assignment was over I was happy to hand him over to local “authorities” though. I can maintain my objectivity” he said “As for my men, there will be no problem, They all know Sal, the owner of our firm, is married to one of the people he has been hired to protect, And besides” Theo said with a faint smile “They are all scared to death of me” “I will ask Red if he is willing, when if he says yes?” Zeke asked “I’m off this weekend because you will be at the estate. You have a damn fine team there too by the way, I assume Sal picked them too?” Theo replied Zeke nodded “Amway, I can relax while you are at the estate and besides you have better bondage equipment there” he continued Zeke raised an eyebrow “Total immobilization is a kink for me and quite frankly, probably safer for my sex partners” Toby said blandly Red was more than interested. “Theo is danger all wrapped up in a cute, cuddly, teddy bear body, I’d love to fuck him even if he weren’t neg” was his reply So that weekend found Teddy held down on his back by straps on his arm and around his chest, neck and forehead though his head was on a slant so he could see what would happen. His legs were bent at the knees and straps ran from his ankles to his hips, A chain ran from his knees to his shoulders basically bending him in half. His fuzzy belly was left bare at Red’s request “to play with” Zeke was amazed at how flexible the man was Red came up between his legs and stroked Theo’s dripping, relatively thin five inches as he rubbed that fuzzy belly with the other hand “You are such a cute furry bear Theo, I’m going to take my time and enjoy this tummy of yours, so big and round” Red said in a voice some people talk to dogs in Tommy smiled half expecting “Who's my good boy?” to come next Theo did have a “dad bod” thing going on but his belly was not that big Theo loved humiliation while he could not do anything about it “Such a pretty little cock too but this is a real man’s cock” Red said pressing his cock against Theo’s. It was twice as long, twice as thick and Red's balls were more than three times the size Theo shivered and moaned through his gag “Yeah, this real man is going to poz you now cutie. I’m going to ram my cock up your tight little ass and fuck you so hard you will scream and beg me to fill you up with my virus. You want me to poz you don't you dirty boy? You want me to infect you with my nasty HIV seed. Beg me for it. Tell me how much you want it” Red said as he rubbed that belly “Fuck yes! Hurt me with that huge ginger boy cock! Breed me! Infect me! Give me your virus to live in me forever!” Theo moaned, Being bound like this was the only way Theo could truly let go. He was always confident and competent when he was loose. Always in control of the situation. It felt so good to give it up Theo roared as Red punched half his cock in with one thrust, paused and rammed the rest of his poz cock up his ass The younger man was not gentle as he fucked. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in several times preparing that hole to be seeded with HIV “I’m not going to last long sexy boy! I need to breed you! To change your life! You can't fight it! You can’t stop me! I’m giving you HIV!” Red groaned and his balls clenched pumping thick, creamy virus filed cum up the helpless neg ass he was buried in Red caught his breath then just started fucking again filling Theo’s ass with five loads of poz cum and the next day added three more. Red and Theo were very close after that and Red bred him many more times When none of the other guards were around to hear Red would sometimes ask “My Theo is a good boy, isn’t he?” and Theo would smile as his cock got rock hard **************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

"Yeah, mom." Tom heard himself say. Supper already, oh, after six he thought as he glanced at the clock. He had to be with Coach by 7:30 and had some Calc homework to do. The conversation at the table turned to camp. Tom talked about the fun they had and how the team had bonded. His dad smiled, remembering his football days. Tom had worn a pair o sweatpants to the table as his cock was still totally out of control. Funny, it didn't really ache the way it did before, but it was there, big and brassy trying to show itself. The jockstrap helped. If he could get it into a cup, he'd wear one. He finished his Calc surprisingly quickly and got his books ready for Tuesday. By then it was time to leave for Coach's house. Funny, his cock seemed to be lessening in hardness. Maybe, this will get better he thought. He jumped onto his motorcycle and headed to Coach's place. It was outside town in a sort of a forest. No close neighbors and really nice. Coach had a pool, a sauna, and an icebath. When he reached the house, Coach met him at the door. After a quick chat, they sat down to watch films from this coming Friday's opponent. Coach was making notes on papers that looked like the football field after every play. When they finished Coach said, "Tom take a look at these while I make us a little drink." Tom studied them, imagined his teammates defending against this team. He thought his team had a great chance to beat them. When Coach returned, he had Gatoraide ready, gave Tom a b12 tablet and said, nurse it. They talked as Tom grew groggy. Soon Tom knew where he was but wasn't sure what was going on around him. Coach had him leaned against the back of the couch leg spread wide, and was rubbing something into his hole. Tom liked the feeling. Coach said, "Boy, I know you love this and you will love what is coming even more." Coach knew Tom had to be home by ten and couldn't take him all the way into dreamland. he had to be able to revive him to go home, but got him far enough out of it to begin with fingers probing Tom's tight hole. Soon Tom was moaning and pushing back on the fingers. When the fingers were withdrawn, Tom managed to moan, no. Coach said, "Don't worry son, there is more coming." Tom's arms felt like weights, his head was unclear, but he felt the pressure against his slightly opened hole. He moaned. Coach said, "You like that boy? You are going to learn to love it and beg for it." With that Coach slid his 9 inch fat cock into Tom's winking hole. Tom was soon pushing back as Coach slammed his bloated cock into the boy. The 19 year old would soon be hooked. His prostate was being assaulted by a club sized cock. Tom was leaking precum everywhere as Coach battered his boybutton. The harder Coach slammed into him, the more pleasant Tom's moans. Soon Coach had emptied his juice into the quarterback. Coach said, "Son, you loved that didn't you? You want to hold Coach's baby batter inside you?" Tom answered vaguely, "Yes, sir." Coach produced a nice butt plug, pushed it in, and slapped Tom's hot, hairy ass. "Boy, you will report to my office at 7am. You won't take that plug out until I take it out of you. Understand, boy?" Tom nodded saying that he understood. He dressed Tom. Coach pulled out smelling salts, gave Tom a whiff. Tom returned to some reality. Coach said, "Tom, it is late, head for home. Don't forget 7am. Tom went to his cycle, mounted it and felt the plug press in and moaned in pleasure. The vibrations from the engine made him moan even more all the way home. Tom went straight to bed. His dreams were vibrant. He was being fucked, fucked by his hero, Coach.

My hairy hole with my fuckbud's load dripping out.

Before and after taking 4 anon loads at the gloryholes

Oh yes, come fill it like that (made by one of my regular)

I looked at my phone. Brian had now texted 7 times and called 3 more times. "Hey where are you and when are you coming back?" "Its time for you to come home and service me now bitch" "Get your ass back here now" ..... Will also got called 2x from Brian. Both times he was pounding into me and leaving his toxic hot seed in me. I finally texted Brian back. "Hi been busy. Coming back later today. We need to talk"...me "Why the ghosting. Why havent you answered my phone or texted me back"....brian "Ive been busy taking cock like you told me too", me "Good now get your ass back to me where you belong"....brian "Thats what we need to talk about"...me He called "What do you mean", Brian said "I need to move out. I am moving in with Daddy Will", i said softly He remained calm "What do you mean. Why", he said with a squeak in his voice "I dont think we should do this over the phone. I think we should talk in person" i said "No fuck you. WTF is going on?", he said raising his voice "I am moving in with Will. He is going to be my Daddy now. I am sorry i didnt want it to happen this way but it just did.", i said as my eyes started to tear "You fucking whore. He put you up to this? He force you, that fucking Will. He always had a thing for you before he fucked you and even after. He would text me and keep bothering me to send you over so he could use you. I finally let him and look what happened. You fucking cheating slut. Did you cheat with him before this?" he said raising his voice "No never did. The only time was at the bar when you let him fuck me. That was the only time." i said "What do you have to say for yourself. You fucking slut." he said loudly While i was having this conversation with Brian, Will was sitting in the chair across from me took out his thick hung meat from his underwear and started to stroke his cock. He stared at me and smiled. He could see the hunger in my eyes. "Hello you still there? What the hell", Brian said again I gained my composure and focused. "I am sorry. I know this is bad. I am really sorry. This isnt how i thought we would end up. I only fucked him that one time i promise. But...." i said stopping "But what?" he said "But there was an instant attraction to him. He knew it and i knew it. I didnt realize it until you sent me over to him and let him take me. In some ways this is your fault.", i said I started to get defensive and blame him. Will kept strokin his hard cock now leaking with precum. I walked over and knelt before him and started to stroke him. I took his precum off his head and put it to my lips and smiled at him licking him off my finger and quickly licking his head. "Fuck you. Your just a slut", Brian said In replying back to Brian on my knees with one hand on Wills cock and the other holding the phone stared into Wills eyes, our eyes locked. "Yes i am and i know that. I am a total whore. I cumdump for any man to use me. You created that in me. You brought that out of me. But i do blame you cause you sent me over to him like a piece of meat to use. But i am glad you did. He used me so good and treated me like a total whore. He brought out the real whore in me. And this only the beginning And more importantly i know i am to be with him. He fucks me like no one else and i need him right now. I love mating with him, i need too. I am sorry Brian", i said looking into Wills eyes as i hung up the phone. I texted him i will be by to pick up my stuff later. I put down the phone and started to give him a nice slow bj then after a few minutes, climbed on his hung meat and sat on it. I let out a gasp for the pain and moan for the pleasure and leaned into him and said."i am yours. use me please", "dont worry i will. welcome home" Will said

I was in LA August 2023 - I went to Slammer on a Friday or Saturday night (can't remember which). It was moderately busy, a few people told me I looked hot, but few people fucked me, although I did get fucked at least 3 times, maybe more. Then I met a guy who fucked me in one of the large booths there - I was wearing a mask since I don't like how I look (I don't like how my face looks). He asked me to take the mask off after fucking me and said I was very handsome - so I was his cup of tea. He was a former athlete, slightly taller than me (maybe an inch or more taller actually, so 6'2, 6'3), muscular, guy, and said he had noticed me but though I was "stand-offish" because I was clearly just trying to get fucked (people have told me this before - so some people go to a total fuck joint for an emotional connection). We spent the rest of the night together. So you never know what's going to happen.

Tops - when you’re pumping your load in your buddies ass do you keep your cock rammed in balls deep until you finish seeding him or do you carry on thrusting so you plaster the entire length of his chute?

Author's note: This is another story that I adapted from a terrific, hot piece I read here, "Photographer Wanted". It turned me on so much that I decided to make myself the narrator. I thank the author for the inspiration! Moderator's note: The original story (by @phxman54) can be found here *** Ever since I had left my wife and come out as gay, I had been thinking about having some professional nude pictures taken of me. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on Craigs List, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some tasteful yet sexy pictures. I have a strong feminine, romantic side. That’s how my wife found out – she caught me jerking off, wearing her pretty wristwatch and her diamond solitaire engagement ring, a dildo in my ass, looking at gay porn on my laptop. She screamed at me, saying how humiliating it was to be married to a sissy faggot, and stormed out. After she slammed the door, I fucked myself to the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Of course, our marriage was over. She even refused to take back her jewelry, saying she could never wear the watch and ring again after she saw me wearing them while engaged in what she called “such a disgusting act.” I decided to stop pretending to be straight and I’ve been much happier ever since. I love recreating the scene where she caught me. Still, I never show this feminine side to my sexual partners. It would be nice, I thought, to present my true self on gay dating sites. The right photos would pave the way. As expected, I received multiple crude or amateur responses, and it took me a while to sift through them. One message caught my eye. Ed had a photo studio and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost. The only condition was that if one was really good, I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all the digital files; Ed would keep nothing. So it seemed perfectly safe. Ed and I connected via email first and he was professional from the start, which I appreciated. I wanted to make sure that, if the mood suited me, he was all right with taking soft-porn-type photos of me pleasuring myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through his non-public online gallery to give me some sense of his work with other male clients. I was thrilled about this and we set a time. Meanwhile, I looked at Ed’s public profile on a gay dating site. He was very attractive, with close-cropped graying hair and beard, and seemed to be fit and muscular. My vision was pulled right to his soft cock; hanging naturally, it seemed to be at least six inches, thick, cut, with hairy balls and pubes. First impression? He was as sexy and masculine as any man I had ever met. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time, I opened the video chat link. “So, Andy, would you like to see some artful nudes I’ve had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?” “That would be great! I am very interested in guys who kinda started where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want.” Ed replied, “You bet. I think I know what you want to see.” He shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly, looking for someone specific. “Ah, here he is. This is Joe. He came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of selfies and gay dating site pics but wanted something a little classier. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?” I looked closely at every photo he shared of Joe. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or couch. Joe was naked and semi-aroused in most of the pictures. The lighting was romantic and Joe seemed to be very comfortable displaying his submissive side. “I think these are very sexy,” I said. “I see Joe in mostly the same poses. Can you handle other positions?” “Of course, Andy. Let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking.” Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a second page. “Are these more along the lines of what might want?” The new set of pictures were more explicit. There was one of this new guy with an erection, another of him holding his stiff cock, on all fours, a dildo in his ass. Ed laughed. “I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention.” “Fuck, Ed.” I caught myself. “Sorry. I mean, yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?” “Sure. I am very open.” “Thank you, Ed. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted? And the obvious: did it go any further, to pictures of him cumming?” “Great questions, Andy. This is Mark. He wanted some ‘action’ pictures. We started with different poses. Soon enough he was aroused. It just led from there. To answer your last question, yes, Mark did cum very hard at the end of that session.” I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session. This was exactly what I was looking for. I murmured, “That is really hot.” “Yes, Andy, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?” I knew I did. We worked out a time to meet at Ed’s studio. * * * The studio was in an older building downtown, a loft apartment. Ed was wearing a loose-fitting button-up shirt, gym shorts, and sandals. He was even better-looking in person. “Welcome, Andy, please come in.” He hugged me firmly. I could feel his cock through his shorts and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I felt his strong hands grope my butt. I suspected his embrace was more than just friendly, and I didn’t mind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men in various settings and erotic poses. Ed asked, “Do you like my work?” As I looked at the different photos, I answered, “Very much. They are just great. Very real, very sexy.” Ed chuckled. “You should see the ones I keep in my office. Those are much more...revealing.” “Can we? It might give me some ideas.” I realized that I had said this flirtatiously. This was already becoming something more than a photo session. Ed smiled, took my hand with our fingers interlaced like a couple, and led me down the hallway to a large open room. His hands were large and manly, mine are small and dainty, and I loved the sensation of difference. There were lights set up and cameras on the shelves. I examined the photos on the walls. Fuck! They were all very artistic but also so hot: men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. “Perhaps these might be a little more than you have in mind, but maybe they’re inspiring, too,” Ed said. I walked closer to one in particular. The photo, in black and white, showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock, and the picture had been taken from the point of view of the top, as if the photographer is the one doing the fucking. “Intense,” I managed to choke out, as I felt myself getting aroused. I was so fixated that I didn’t sense Ed coming up next to me. I felt his hand on my butt and I moved closer to him and put my arm around his waist. He said softly, “Yes, this is a good one. I remember it well. Do you like it?” “Oh, yes, it is very…intimate. I don’t know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. They obviously intended this when they came here, right?” “Oh, it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment,” Ed said. Then he added, “I think he had this in mind from the start.” I thought he meant when one of the men in the photo made the appointment. He didn’t give me much time to dwell on it. “Let me show you to the changing room.” Ed opened the door to a small room off the studio. “Andy, you can change here or undress, depending on how you want to start. Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or do you want to go right to naked?” I told him I had brought a special outfit. “OK,” he said, “Take as much time as you want while I set up the lights and equipment.” Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. I fastened a studded leather ring around my cock and balls. Then I donned black lace panties and a clingy woman’s camisole top that highlighted my slender body. I put on my ex’s pretty wristwatch, with its a slender black leather band and small round face, and the diamond solitaire engagement ring that I had resized to fit me. Finally, I added a black leather choker with a silver buckle, which makes me feel submissive and vulnerable, ready to serve my top’s wishes. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get hard. My look screamed effeminate bottom, which is exactly who I really am and want any partner to know. Then I heard a light knock on the door. Ed asked, “Everything going alright in there, Andy? I am ready when you are.” I opened the door and stood back so Ed could see. “Do you think this will look OK?” I was very nervous because I wanted Ed to find me attractive. Ed looked me up and down, and said, “You are a very hot-looking sissy.” I could see the male hunger in his eyes. I blushed but I was actually delighted. He went on, “Turn around so I can see the rear view.” He slid his hand up the back of my thighs and ran his strong hands over the curve of my butt. “Yes, Andy, this will be great. These panties fit like they were made for you.” When I turned back to Ed and looked down at his shorts, I saw the prominent outline of his cock head and his obvious, large erection. I looked up and our eyes met. I felt the sexual tension of two gay men about to connect. I smiled shyly at him. Ed took my hand and led me to the couch. “Let’s start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up.” After a couple of poses and several photos in which my stiff cock made my panties stick out, I looked again at his shorts and noticed a wet spot from his precum. He caught me staring and said, “Sorry for leaking, Andy. I don’t usually do that just by taking pictures.” “No need to apologize,” I said. “I take it as a compliment.” We both laughed. Ed had me pull off the panties, releasing my hard cock. “That’s great, Andy. Just like that, don’t play with your cock yet. Let me take a few.” Then he added, “Turn over so you are on all fours, cock still hanging free.” I did as Ed instructed. While he stood behind me taking pictures, I asked, “You said you don’t normally leak by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?” He answered, “Usually when a hot sissy bottom is showing me his bubble butt.” I looked over my shoulder at him. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. I said, “You know, Ed this is the closest I’ve ever been to being in a porn film.” Ed told me he wanted to shift me for another photo from behind. As he bent over my ass, he held on to my butt cheek with one hand. I felt his hard cock poke my exposed ass. “Would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures?” His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. It felt very warm. “Please, Ed, I would love that.” Ed squeezed my butt cheek and headed to a dresser. I watched as he opened a drawer and pulled out some things. When he came back, I could see he held a six-inch dildo and lube. I was incredibly turned on. So was he – his cock, pushing his shorts out, was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and showed me the dildo. “Andy, can I help get you ready so this will go in easily?” “That’s very sweet of you, Ed, thank you.” I arched my back and next felt some lube drip onto my ass. Ed rubbed it all over my hole, which started to feel very warm and slick. He then lubed up the toy, used his off hand to spread my hole open a little, and slowly worked the dildo into me. I felt the familiar burning sensation and finally gasped as my sphincter opened to welcome the intruder. I thought, my ass is now a cunt. It felt warm and full. I moaned out loud. “Fuck, Ed, that feels really good.” My cock was dripping precum. “I think these pics will be hot.” “Andy, hold this in you. I need to capture this.” My ass clenched tight around the dildo. Ed got his camera. Then he said, “Mind if I take off my shirt. It’s a little hot in here now.” “Of course not, please do.” I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts. The evidence was obvious. “Don’t stop there,” I urged. “Why not lose those shorts, too? They’re just getting in the way.” He paused and slipped them down. His cock was enormous – long, thick, and glistening with precum. I felt my pulse quicken. My mouth went dry. Now naked except for his black work boots, Ed picked up his camera. “Much better. OK, if you want to slowly work that in and out of you. Perfect.” He got closer and started taking pictures. I grasped the dildo and slid it in and out of me. I knew my pretty wristwatch and diamond ring would be obvious in the photos, and it made me feel more effeminate. Although I had done this many times in the privacy of my apartment, it was much more intense knowing he was snapping photos that other men would see. Ed said, “Now quickly pull it out, Andy, and I will get your hole wide open.” I did as Ed asked. “That’s perfect,” he said. “Your ass is gaping. Wow!” He moved closer and closer, taking pictures. “You are such a sexy princess, Andy. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office.” I shivered when he called me a princess – that was what I used to call my wife. It was thrilling to be called that by another man. “I would love that, Ed!” I exclaimed, in a high, lisping sissy voice. “It would be so flattering.” I was seized by the urge to act slutty for him. So I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it. “That’s it, Andy, pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it,” Ed coaxed. I went down on the dildo with enthusiasm, my eyes closed, imagining it was his cock, tasting my ass. “Yeah, suck on it, suck it like a true faggot, like you can’t get enough.” I heard the camera clicking. Then silence. No more clicks. I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed stroking his gorgeous cock, watching me. “Want to get some shots of you sucking my cock?” He didn’t wait for an answer – he just kneeled on the couch next to me and leaned in to give me access to his man meat. I wanted, no, needed the real thing. I dropped the dildo and started gently pumping his thick cock. Then I lowered my mouth to its mushroom tip, licked it clean of delicious precum, and sucked him into my mouth. I gently stroked his heavy balls with my slender, girlish fingers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my ex’s pretty, feminine watch and her engagement ring. I remembered the moment my wife caught me wearing her jewelry and confronted me about my sexuality. I remembered how turned on I was. It was nothing compared to how aroused I was now. “Suck it, Andy. Do you like my big cock, princess?” Ed asked, while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Soon his hand left my head and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre-lubed hole. I felt his fingers circling around my hole. In a moment he slid one of his fingers into me. Then two fingers. I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger-fucked my ass, I took his cock out of my mouth. “Please fuck me, daddy.” “Oh, Andy, I really want to, but we shouldn’t.” My heart sank. I looked up at him, “Why? Do you have a boyfriend?” “No.” I continued, “Because you don’t fuck your clients?” “No, it isn’t that, Andy.” “Please, Ed, I want you in my cunt so bad. I’ve never wanted a man so much. Don’t you want me, too?” “Andy, I’m poz and not on meds. I really want to fuck you, to take pictures of my cock in you like I did with Mark, but I want you to know the risk.” Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. I had to make that decision. But I knew I already had. “Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?” Ed asked, “Are you sure, Andy? Because once I’m inside you, I won’t stop.” I smiled. “Yes, that’s what I want.” Ed leaned down and kissed me, and our tongues danced together. He held me in his strong grip and I wanted him to never let go. Then he picked up his camera and kneeled behind me. I could feel his cock as he laid it on my crack. He started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole, and I heard the camera clicking. I knew he was taking pictures, which turned me on even more. “Andy, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my poz cock. Tell me to fuck you now.” “Ed, please...put your big cock in me. Breed me. I need to feel you deep inside me.” Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. His big cock started opening me up. The pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight anal ring. The familiar burning sensation before the pleasure. Finally I felt myself open to him as my ass welcomed his cock. I heard him grunt. A pause as he stopped pushing. “Princess, my cock head is in you. I need to take some pictures...please hold still.” I could feel Ed’s cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. “Fuck, Andy, I know I want to hang this one in my office." I reached behind me and rested my hand on my butt cheek. I knew my ex's watch and ring would be very clear in the photos. If she ever saw them she would know it was me, even without my face. I decided then and there that I would send one of these photos to her, just to shock and repel her to see what a sissy faggot she had married. The thought turned me on even more. After Ed had a few shots, he said, "Your ass is so tight, it just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?” To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. “Andy, damn...I love it...take my cock as much as you want.” I pushed back on Ed’s cock slowly and steadily, feeling him slide deeply into me. An incredible warmth radiated from my ass throughout my body. I trembled at the sensations. He was stretching my ass more than any man had. I loved it. I knew the dangerous position I was now in, with this poz top man leaking in me. I knew he was not on meds. I had always been careful with my male partners. I didn’t want HIV. But it was too late to stop. I just let him fuck me for his pleasure. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips with his strong, manly hands to help himself get deep in me. “Please keep fucking me, daddy, don’t stop!” I begged. He started thrusting with full long strokes. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of you,” Ed gasped. As his thrusts quickened, I thought I could feel him swelling. I knew he was close. “Andy, I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass.” I turned my head over my shoulder. “No! Please don’t pull out, Ed. I need to feel you cum inside me...please.” “You want my poz cum, princess?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question. I put my head on the pillow in front of me and gripped it with my dainty hands. They looked so pretty and sexy with my dainty watch and the engagement ring, glistening under the lights. I had never felt so feminine. I was finally the truly female half of a couple, about to be made pregnant by my top’s toxic seed. The moment was perfect. I turned my face toward Ed and shouted, “Breed me with your poz load, daddy! I want it so bad.” Ed picked up the pace, “Oh, yes, princess, you are going to get all of my cum in you.” Faster now, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. “Get ready,” Ed announced. “Here comes my poz load!” “Fill me with your seed,” I answered. “Poz my cunt.” I couldn’t believe I was begging to be bred by a poz man. But at that moment all I wanted was Ed’s viral load deep in me, changing me. I felt Ed swell and, with one final shove deep in me, start shooting. My cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! He kept slamming deep into me, his warm jism filling me. After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. Then I turned to him and he kissed my deeply as he kept spasming inside me. He said, “Thank you, Andy, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you.” As he slowly softened and slipped out of my sore ass, I said to him, “I want more, Ed.” And soon he obliged.

[sorry for the English, was typed in a hurry] So... This was today. I am a Dutch bi boy 22yo NEG. I had this date with a nice semi-black boy from Rotterdam, he was 21yo, NEG, bi/straight and versa (more bottom lol!) We met at his home and start chatting, some normal stuff .. study, love live, exploring the world ect.. he actually was very straight-looking, you would not espect him to be gay or bi, --> that's how I like them the most After some 20 minutes we moved to his bedroom, his parents and sister where working so we had his home for ourselfs. We start kissing, then he gave me a 10/10 star blowjob, almost got me to the point of cumming. However we wanted to fuck, and he whispered me "I want you inside of me". I took the condom, he asked me to bring one... and now is the funny part comming. I told him to lie on his belly, I rimmed his delicous black bubble butt (WOW HE HAD AN HOT ASS!) and then took the (prepared :$) condom.. I used some vaseline and put the condom on (at home I had pricked some little little holes). I start pushing my dickhead with the rubber on in his little boy-pussy, It was not long before it said "Splatsh", it had broken... I noticed... he didn't.. He was on his belly, in the 7th heaven enjoying my dick. And I was enjoying his ass somewhat more... after a few minutes of balss deep pounding I bred the bitch like I've never done.. loading his ass up with my seed. Like any good top would. And he still had no clue (A).. I lied there.. kissing and licking his ear and neck, then pulled out. A stream of seed was flowing... nice thick white cum. He felt it, and I said "Fuck.. It broke!.." He was more worried about my reaction then of his ass filled up.. haha. After this we showered and I gave him somewhat later a nice facial cumshot, some seed on this tonque too. We had a nice time. He liked me, and I like him (and his raw ass ) Pic of him :

I was horny after work yesterday, so I walked down to the seaside park. As I was walking past the trees and bushes that have a hidden trail through them. I saw a dude who looked a bit out of place, tidy city clothes, on a cold evening in the beach park. I walked around to the trail entrance, and he turned back toward me and followed me in. I went a bit deeper into the trees, and he still followed. He walked up to me and said, "Let's go a bit further in". He reached out at felt up the bulge in my work pants, so I undid my belt buckle and pushed them down. He pulled down his jeans. He was hard already. We jacked each other's cocks for a minute. I turned around and rubbed his cock in my arse crack. He liked it and got a bit harder. I rubbed some lube in my crack and he pushed the head of his cock in after about 20 seconds rubbing. He started to slide in and out. It hurt good, he had good size but got to thrusting quick. I was not sure if I could take it that fast. I just thought, fuck it, pushed my arse back to meet his thrusts and let him pound me. I bent over forward, so he could get balls deep. It felt good. He just hammered away, I was fucken loving it. I was rubbing my cock as fast as I could. I thought he might not take long. A good time, for a short time, is hot for a quick after work hook up. After a minute, he pulled out, and I said "blow your cum over my arse". He replied, "I already blew my load deep in ya". I said "Fuck yeah! Hot man". We tidied up, and got on with our evenings. I walked back to my work truck with that cum up my arse.

Can anyone actually comprehend that woman being President? Christy Gnome would be a disaster if PlumpTrump cashed it in. It's hardly like Orange Jesus is fit as a fiddle - he's as out of shape as they come. Ask Stormy - she knows all about it .....

Mine, very thight 🙂

@Jaygusher - I love your story ... keeps us all going and hard ... creaming all over ... and always returning here in hope for more development ... 😈

Hoping none of these spouses are gun owners. I would never.

Ok I’ll say it, a smelly ass. I only play with a clean hole and am instantly turned off by a shit smell. Was at a sex club recently and the dark room smelled like somebody took a dump in there, but I am guessing it was just not a clean bottom. I know people like that, but it’s a big no for me.

Or a heroin overdose.....

Turn on for me too man. Yeehaw!!

I AM A FAGGOT. BEEN THAT FAGGOT. AND ALWAYS BE WILL BE THAT FAGGOT.

That "if" is a mighty big "if". As in "IF". The reality, of course, is that such a bill is unlikely to even be brought up in the Senate, much less passed, and even less to be signed into law.

Adding to the 8 loads I had in me, just had a mind blowing fuckathon with a couple I play with occasionally. they dumped 4 additional loads in my now ruined pussy. they are both around 8" and one of them is thick, like really thick, like so thick it barely fits my mouth and I can't close my hand around it thick. Started spit roasting me and switching places, they had a go with my already sloppy cum filled hole and having me taste the wonderful cum and ass juices from their cock, until they dumped their first load in me. we laid in bed an I was between them, chatting, sucking them, they fingered my pussy till it was time for another round so I squatted over and rode one of them till I strated feeling the pressure of the thick partner poking my hole. i took a huuuuuge sniff of poppers and he forcefully pushed in, till I felt the POP of his huge head entering me alongside his partner. soon after that he was balls deep in me, they both were, and the pounding began. they spent nearly an hour fucking me like that, never pulling out of my hole and I was moaning and groaning and begging for them to use me harder and my caged cock shot 2 loads of cum handsfree. Till they finally pushed all the way together and unloaded in my well used hole one last load each. I fell on top of the one laying down as their slowly started to come down a bit and popped out my ruined hole and immediately it was plugged back, this time the big plug entered smoothly lol Should I search for more? never mind, another couple contacted me, perhaps they'll have a friend join too lol

Another dickpick of me

I didn't even know the name of the last regular bottom I was fucking for more than 6 months, and only then so I could call him to get ready for more cock. He lived so close to my work that I could fuck him 2-3 times a day before I even knew that I was shooting toxic cum into his cunt.

Chapter 2: Douglas I was still fucking horny as I left Byron's place filled with his load because I hadn't cum yet. It was daytime outside but extremely cloudy (wink) so thankfully my eyes adjusted as I went back to my car. I figured out that my next stop would be one of the spas, as I could keep the party going as long as I needed to, so I headed to one of the more famous ones in town. As I parked, I saw on the nearby icon that another guy I had been talking with had hit me up. Douglas was in his 40's, blond, 6'5, and a nice chest. He also looked to have the same size cock as Byron's, which made my hole quiver. Turns out that Douglas was already in the spa and wanted to see me; since it was my first time he said he would meet me out front and guide me in. I walked to the front and checked in, and on the other side of the door he was standing there, smiling and naked as the day he was born. His huge cock was swinging slightly, and was even bigger in person; he had understated his size. Clearly 10 inches of pure white meat primed to pummel a lucky winner - me! "Hey stud", Douglas said, as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed my mouth, while his fingers snaked into my wet hole. "Been busy already I see. I like that!" "Yeah, just partied with a guy and he filled me up good", I whispered, as we walked through the dark maze. I could dimly see the shadows of other naked men walking around, and the noise of others groaning in pleasure in the distance. "Excellent - we can continue in my room then. You better be ready to stay all day cause I got everything we need to last until tomorrow," Douglas murmured, holding my hand as we traversed the corridor. Finally, as we stopped in front of room 69, he fished out a key, opened the door and we walked in. Room 69 turned out to be quite spacious. In front of me was a full floor to ceiling mirror, and to the left was what looked like a full size "bed". Opposite the bed was a TV playing bareback porn from Treasure Island Media, and then on the right side was a sling. A fan was turned on, attached to the ceiling. "Helps with the smoke", he said. I saw all of Douglas's supplies laid out on the space next to the bed - poppers, lube, loaded bong, and some tiny bottles of G to the side. Douglas closed the door and immediately pinned me against the kissing me and jerking our growing cocks together with one hand. I could feel the heat emanate from his monster as he furiously made out with me, until it was standing at the full 10 inches. I dropped down and took him into my mouth, trying to fit as much dick inside until it hit the back of my throat. Douglas forcefully face-fucked me as I choked on him, until I almost passed out. The assault continued for at least 5 minutes before he finally relented, pulling the entire length out as I gasped for air. "Fuck yeah you're such a good cocksucking slut," Douglas grinned as he pulled me up and smacked me on my ass. We migrated to the bed and he grabbed the G before mixing it in a bottle of Gatorade. "Drink up", he took a swig of the cocktail before passing to me. I gulped it down and then lit the bong, desperate to get higher. As the white smoke danced in the bowl, I sucked in a fat hit and passed it to Douglas's mouth, as we hungrily shotgunned each other. As we kept doing shotgun after shotgun, I could feel my desire for him grow - a need for us to ravage each other's insides. Finally, after we depleted the bowl, we couldn't help ourselves anymore. To my surprise, Douglas motioned me to lay down and grabbed the lube and poppers. As he slowly lathered my slick cock, he positioned himself over me, took a big hit of poppers and slowly started sitting down. "O my FUCKING god", I exclaimed, as I felt the inside of a man for the first time. Douglas was staring at me intensely, his blue eyes piercing my soul as he slowly pierced himself on my hard prick. His hole felt so smooth and warm, gripping my cock lovingly with his inner walls as he descended. Finally, as I felt him bottom out, we both breathed a sigh of content, as though this is where we were meant to be all along. "Surprise!" Douglas smiled at me. "You like that baby?" "Fuck yeah dude that feels amazing. I wasn't expecting that but it feels so good," I replied. Douglas then slowly started gyrating his hips, causing my whole body to shiver. As he massaged my cock with his cunt, Douglas started slowly lifting back up and then, with one fell swoop, slammed his ass all the way down on my cock balls deep. "FUCK", we both exclaimed. It was clear that Douglas was a pro - he kept up his pace as he slowly bounced up and down on me. A few times, I came close to cumming and had to stop him, but managed to hold him off. I felt like taking control so I pushed him forward onto his back, and began to thrust hard into him missionary style. "Yeah give it to me good baby," Douglas panted, as I rammed into him with no mercy. From this vantage point, I could see his eyes glazed over, as we felt the effects of the chems. I leaned down and placed small kisses on his square jaw, then on his cheek, and finally on his luscious lips. The world seemed to fade away as we kept fucking, a tangled duo of sweaty bodies. After about 15 minutes, I could feel my orgasm starting to build and starting picking up the pace. Douglas could sense that I was cumming soon as he held onto my for dear life, his hole getting frantically jackhammered. Finally, after what felt like a minute, I felt what felt like a delayed pause and then my cock exploded inside him. "Ugh ugh ugh ugh," I screamed into his mouth, as I felt shot after shot erupt. He expertly squeezed his hole & milked my cock, and I felt what seemed to be an aftershock as my whole body shuddered. I lay on top of Douglas for another couple of minutes, lazily making out with him as my cock stayed nestled inside him. Eventually, though, it popped out and I clambered off of him. I realized that he hadn't even fucked me yet, and though I just had what felt like the best cum of my life I was still hungry for his meat. "Don't you worry boy," Douglas said, as he started to pack up his things. "Change of plans, we're going to go back to my place for part 2. I hope you're ready."

This isn't mine I've just altered it slightly to make it conform to breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Barbara Hastings walked down her hallway to the foot of the staircase drew, in one almighty breath and bellowed: "Thomas Hastings! If you do not drag yourself out of that pit of a bed now then you will wish you had not been born!" She was fairly certain that her neighbour's four doors down would have heard her shouting but she could not care less. She had a flight to catch and she was running perilously late. No response. She sucked in another lung full of air ready to bellow again but suddenly her eighteen year old son appeared at the top of the staircase. He was quite tall for his age. His skill as a runner and regular attendance at the local athletics club had given him a thin toned build. He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms exposing his smooth hairless chest. His blonde hair was tussled from where he had been sleeping and he blearily rubbed his eyes. He was a strikingly good looking boy. He took after his father on that front thought Barbara Hastings as she looked up at him. Shame that shit bag of a man had left them four years ago for that slut of a personal assistant. "What is it Mum?" He mumbled "its 7am and the school holidays! Why are you shouting up..." "Tom. For crying out loud" cut in Barbara Hastings "You clearly do not listen to a word I say. I am leaving now to catch my flight to The Hague. The builder starts today on the kitchen and you need to be up and dressed by 8am to let him in. Do not leave him on the doorstep waiting because you are in bed asleep, do you hear me?" It suddenly all came flooding back to Tom. His Mum had to travel for work and was going to be gone for four days. He had persuaded her that he was mature enough not to need any form of baby sitter and in any event she had arranged for the kitchen to be refitted whilst she was away. He had used the presence of a builder to argue that he would not be alone in any event. She had eventually agreed but on the condition he let the builder in each morning at 8am and stayed at home to make sure nothing went wrong. That suited Tom down to the ground. He wanted to crash out playing computer games and watching movies and was looking forward to four days without chores or nagging because if there was one thing Barbara Hastings excelled at, it was nagging. "Yeah I hear you" he answered. His mother was about to say more, clearly unsatisfied with his dismissive tone, but he was saved by the horn of the taxi that had arrived to take her to the airport. "That is the taxi, I am off, see you in four days" With that she grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door. The slam echoed around the house for a moment before all was quite once more. Tom took a deep breath, yawned, stretched and then went straight back to bed. - - - - 2 - - - - Whoever was banging, Tom wished they would stop. He rolled over to the other side of his double bed and pulled the pillow over his head. The banging continued. What on earth were they doing he thought. "Shit!" he suddenly muttered. It must be the builder banging the front door. He scrambled out of bed and saw that the time was just after 8am. He could imagine his mother's face if she knew that he had fallen back asleep. It was not a nice image. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cried as he charged out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He got to the front door and without thinking he threw it open. What he saw in front of him made him gasp in surprise. Stood on the door step was the man who was clearly there to refit the kitchen. Tom could tell because there was a bag of tools in his hand and a builders van parked on the drive. What made him gasp was the size of the guy. He was huge. He towered over Tom and must have been at least 6'7" if not taller. He had a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and a firm square jaw line. His head rested on a massively veined neck that lead to the widest shoulders Tom had ever seen. His huge pectoral muscles were straining to rip through the material of his red t-shirt and his biceps twitched with power. Tom couldn't help notice that his tight jeans barely held a great bulge at the front, framed by calf muscles bigger than Tom's entire torso. Tom was so shocked he couldn't speak. His mouth just hung open. The giant man in front of him raised an eyebrow and asked in a thick Eastern European accent "You have kitchen done?" "Um, kitchen, um yeah?" Tom stuttered in reply, desperately trying to catch his wits whilst being suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still just wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He involuntarily folded his arms for security. "I come in?" the man asked when Tom made no effort to move. "Um yeah, sure" Tom stepped out the way and the man walked in. Tom could feel the power radiating from his body as he went past him. There was something frightening yet magnetic about him. Like when you saw one of nature's giants, a lion or a polar bear up close. Tom led the man down the hallway. "Ok then, here is the kitchen. My Mum has moved everything out so you should be good to go" offered Tom. "Mmm" the man grunted. He suddenly turned to Tom and held out a hand the size of a shovel. "I Krzysztof" he introduced himself. "Oh yeah, right" mumbled Tom, embarrassed at his lack of manners. "I am Tom" and he took the big man's hand. His grip was like a vice and Tom winced as they shook. Krzysztof grunted in acknowledgement, turned, and put his tool bag down. He looked back at Tom who was stood frozen to the spot and fixed him with his piercing blue eyes. Tom felt himself wilting under his gaze and wished that he had stopped to put a t-shirt on. He must look so puny to this guy. After a second of awkward silence Tom decided it was time to leg it. "I will be upstairs... um... yeah" he mumbled and bolted out the kitchen and back up to his bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him. He shut his door behind him and dived under his covers. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him he thought? He had opened the door without a t-shirt on for God's sake. That was all. Why was he so worried about it? He couldn't put his finger on the answer. There was something magnetic about Krzysztof that meant you couldn't help but marvel at his powerful physique. Tom also realised that it had something to do with the way he had been feeling lately. He was no stranger to sex. Well on the internet anyway. He had a laptop and Ipad and his mother was singularly uninterested in monitoring what he did on them. Like most boys his age he was a masturbation fanatic. He jacked off whenever he had a spare moment. The internet was awash with free porn and he trawled the sites looking for new stuff to get off to. He had never had cause to question his sexuality until a few months ago. Bored of the same old videos he had strayed into the gay section on one of the websites. He had been drawn to videos involving what were called "twinks", young guys in their teens. He had watched a video set in a locker room where two athletic guys had sucked each other off then one of them had fucked the other. Tom had to admit that it was hot and he had imagined himself fucking another guy in the locker room after athletic practice. He reasoned that if he jacked off to straight porn where the girl was fucked up the arse then there was no difference to imagining fucking a guy in the same way. He had never found himself fantasising about guys who looked like Krzysztof though. Guys like that were not twinks but real hard, strong men who could break you in two as soon as look at you. Was he embarrassed by Krzysztof because he fancied him? No that couldn't be it he told himself. It really couldn't. Downstairs he could hear the sound of Krzysztof getting started on taking out the old kitchen fittings. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to thinking about how massive his biceps were. The old fittings stood no chance against his strength. What would it be like to touch those huge solid muscles he wondered? "Fucking hell" he muttered under his breath breaking the spell of his day dream. He was determined not to think about this anymore. Grabbing a towel he went and showered, doing everything he could not to conjure up images of the huge hunk downstairs. Having got dried off and dressed into his usual t-shirt and jeans Tom was about to head down to get a drink and something to eat from the makeshift kitchen his Mother had set up in the utility room. She had put in a mini-fridge and microwave in there so that he could survive for the days that the work was being done. He hesitated though as he reached the top of the staircase. Going to the utility room meant passing Krzysztof and he really didn't want to. From what he could hear the muscle man was well into ripping out the old kitchen. Maybe he would be too busy to notice him go by thought Tom and with that thought offering him some courage he headed down stairs. At the end of the hallway he stopped and carefully peeked around the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen. He really wished he hadn't. Ripping out the kitchen was obviously hard work because Krzysztof had taken off his t-shirt. His body was absolutely packed with pumped up muscle. Tom could see his two large pert nipples erect on top of his giant pecs. Every inch of the guy was covered in powerful gym pumped muscle. Tom also noticed the mass of tattoos running down the builder's arms. He was too scared to look for long enough to make out what the pictures were. Instead he took a deep breath and darted past to the utility room. Grabbing enough snacks to see him through the day he darted back the way he came and up to his room. He shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was determined not to go back downstairs until Krzysztof had gone home for the day. He passed the time playing his Xbox and hitting himself in the head every time his mind began to wander back to thinking about the builder. Soon enough 6pm arrived and he heard Krzysztof shouting up from the bottom of the stairs. "I go for day now" he called. Tom slightly opened his door and shouted back. "Ok, bye" He heard the front door open and then shut. Breathing a sigh of relief he waited until he heard Krzysztof's van pull away from the drive and went downstairs. The kitchen had been totally ripped out. Tom would not have been surprised if Krzysztof had done it with his bare hands. He smacked himself in the head again. "Stop thinking about him" he muttered out loud. - - - - 3 - - - - "You slag!" shouted one woman at the other. Tom was eating his microwave dinner whilst watching the soap Eastenders. He had no idea what was going on but these two women were going hammer and tongs at each other in their local pub. It was quite good. Suddenly the house phone began to ring. He put his dinner down and paused the telly. He wanted to see the rest of this cat fight. He picked up the phone from the table in the hallway. "Hello" "Tom, it Krzysztof" Jesus thought Tom, what did he want? He had pretty much succeeded in getting all thoughts of the man out of his confused mind and now here he was on the phone. "I left bag in kitchen. Can I come now to get it?" "Um..." Tom couldn't think of a reason to say no so he agreed. "Sure. Just knock the front door. I am at home." "Ok, be there soon" Krzysztof replied. Tom put the phone down. Jesus Christ he thought. He walked back into the front room. His dinner and the catfight on Eastenders no longer had any pleasure in them and he slumped down on the sofa. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip. - - - - 4 - - - - Even though he was expecting it the knock at the door made Tom jump. He walked out into the hallway. It was definitely Krzysztof. There was no mistaking his massive shadow through the frosted glass panelling of the door panels. Tom took a deep breath and opened it. "Tom" smiled Krzysztof "Ok for me to get bag?" "Sure" replied Tom standing to one side. Krzysztof walked in. The evening was a bit chilly and he was wearing a zip up hoody with a white vest underneath. Tom could just make out the central line of his chest separating those huge pectoral muscles before it disappeared behind the white cotton material of the vest. Krzysztof went into the kitchen and came back with his bag. "Can I use toilet?" he asked. "Yep it is just upstairs on the left" offered Tom and tried his best not to watch Krzysztof's muscular arse and legs as he climbed the stairs. Not quite sure whether he should wait holding the front door Tom decided to shut it and instead hovered at the bottom of the stairs. After a while of not being able to hear very much he decided that perhaps he should make sure Krzysztof was ok, and thinking of what his mother would say make sure that he wasn't stealing anything. Reluctantly he went upstairs. As he reached the top he could see that the bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated but found the courage and walked up to it. He tentatively pushed it open. "Krzysztof are you ok..." He stopped mid sentence and stood shocked. Not sure what to do. Krzysztof had taken off his zip up hoody and was now just wearing his tight white vest top. He was leant over at the side of the sink snorting a line of white powder from the top of the cistern lid. He looked up at Tom. "Me ok, left my bag with my stuff and need it for weekend" He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Tom had caught him clearly doing cocaine in his bathroom. His Mum would have been screaming the house down and dialling 999 even as Tom just stood there, too dumbfounded to speak. Krzysztof must have taken his shock for something else because he said "You try" and he held out the rolled up twenty pound note he had used to snort the line to Tom. Tom didn't know what to do. His first reaction was to tell Krzysztof to leave but he was completely out of his depth. Then he felt a sudden compulsion to agree to Krzysztof's offer. But what was he thinking? He had only ever smoked a cigarette for fucks sake and now he was considering taking a class A drug. "I have never... um..." stuttered Tom, unable to resolve the conflict in his mind. "You do little" suggested Krzysztof and again offered the note. Fuck it resolved Tom. What could happen? People did it all the time. His Mother was away for the next four days and he surely would have recovered from a single snort by then. He took a deep breath. He walked over to Krzysztof and took the note. There was a small line of the powder left and without allowing any time to talk himself out of his reckless agreement Tom lent down and snorted it. He straightened up and looked at Krzysztof who smiled at him. "You will be ok" said Krzysztof "it just little bit" and he laughed. Tom laughed as well. He wasn't instantly struck down dead and he felt the thrill of having done something incredibly mischievous. A few moments later that thrill was replaced with a feeling that Tom had never felt before. It was like the feeling you had at Christmas when you were a kid. Uncontained joy and excitement. Krzysztof laughed seeing the smile plastered on Tom's face. "It working yes?" "Yeah, I think so" replied Tom "Hey let's put on music" and with that he bounded into his bedroom to find his ipod. Putting it on shuffle he turned it up and felt the urge to dance. This was great. Krzysztof followed him into the room and sat down on the bed. Tom didn't know how long for but they chatted and chose tracks to play and Tom danced in front of Krzysztof. In his euphoric state he didn't notice the way Krzysztof looked at him. A passionate animalistic look of lust. The drug had put Tom completely at ease with this giant of a man. "You want more?" asked Krzysztof suddenly. Tom was too far gone now to give any answer other than yes. "Sure he said" and watched as Krzysztof took out a small bag of the white powder and racked it up in lines on Tom's desk. Krzysztof lent down and snorted two of the lines in quick succession. Tom took the note that he was offered. There were two lines left, much larger than the one he had done in the bathroom. He lent down and snorted one. "And other" prompted Krzysztof. Tom did as he was bid and snorted the second line as well. He felt the wave of the high hit him almost at once and he stood up and titled his head back as it washed over him. He suddenly felt the powerful presence of Krzysztof behind him and as he turned his head to see what had brought the massive builder so close to him he felt Krzysztof's arms encircle his waist and a hand go to his cock. "What... what are you doing?" he stuttered, still caught on the wave of the high. "Mmmmm little baby" was all Krzysztof offered by way of reply and he squeezed Tom's cock through the material of his jeans. It responded at once and was achingly hard within seconds. Tom was powerless in the grip of this huge stud. He was horny as hell though. The high had made him crazy to get off and he felt himself pushing back against the muscle hunk. "Yeah, baby wants me" growled Krzysztof and he let Tom go for the few seconds it took to pull of his vest, exposing his massive physique. Tom tried to turn but Krzysztof grabbed him too quickly and pulled him against him so that they were both facing once more to the front by the desk. Tom could feel Krzysztof's massive pecs pulsating and lent backwards against them as Krzysztof undid his jeans button and pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Tom was powerless as the effects of the two lines really started to kick in. His exposed teenage cock twitched in the air and his tight little bubble butt was exposed to the builder who held him tightly. Although he couldn't see behind him Tom could not mistake the sound of the zip on Krzysztof's jeans being lowered nor the touch of the man's massive cock head at the entrance to his tight butt hole. In a sudden moment of clarity he realised Krzysztof was going to fuck him. "Wait, Krzysztof, I..." he began but the hunk clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped his protests dead. "Shhh baby" he growled sexily in Tom's ear. Tom felt Krzysztof let go of him and realised he was reaching into his own jeans pocket to get something. Tom breathed deeply, trying to focus, the drug had him overwhelmed and before he could think with any clarity Krzysztof's arms encircled him again and he saw that Krzysztof was holding a small bottle of liquid. "Poppers baby" offered Krzysztof by way of explanation. Tom had no idea what that meant. Krzysztof undid the bottle top and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom caught the strong smell and guessed he had to sniff it. He inhaled deeply once and then again. Krzysztof took the bottle and Tom heard him sniff deeply himself. The effect hit him like a freight train. The wave of pleasure washed over him and there were stars in front of his eyes. His cock twitched uncontrollably. "Fuck" he moaned at the effect of the high. "I fuck" growled Krzysztof loudly who was clearly being driven wild by his own poppers rush. The huge muscular man put his hands on Tom's hips and suddenly he drove his monster cock straight into the boy's virgin hole. "ARRRRRRRRRRGH" cried Tom as the pain overcame the cocaine and even the poppers. Krzysztof bear hugged Tom against him as his pushed his cock in right up till the hilt. Tom was shaking uncontrollably in his vice like grip. Krzysztof still had the poppers in his hand and so he undid the lid and held the bottle to his boy's nose. Tom sniffed deeply, wanting anything to overcome the throbbing pain from his arse. Krzysztof lent down and sniffed at the bottle at the same time, the two of them inhaling the high.Krzysztof put the lid on the bottle and put it on the desk. He moved his hands down to Tom's hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was still inside the young virgin. Then he ploughed it back into the tight hole his huge thighs smacking against Tom's plump arse cheeks. Tom yelled out again but this time there was a cry of pleasure mixed with the exclamation of pain. He was so high all he could think was that he wanted this hunk to destroy his hole. His own cock was solid and leaking precum from the tip. "God Krzysztof" he moaned "fucking do me" The bull of a man needed no more bidding and he began to piston in and out of Tom who gripped the edge of his desk. Krzysztof's strokes were so hard and powerful that the boy was lifted from the floor. Suspended in mid air and held in place between the desk and the iron grip of his muscular builder Tom was nailed. In and in drove Krzysztof, wild on the combined high of coke and poppers. His cock was thick with veins and his bollocks heavy with spunk as he fucking nailed his little baby. "Fuck yeah" he growled "You fucking bitch" His insults, delivered in his thick accent turned Tom on even more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt a pain and pleasure never experienced before. He could only moan and grunt like the whores he normally dreamt about fucking in the straight porn he watched. The noises from Tom drove Krzysztof on even more. Krzysztof suddenly pulled out of Tom's boy cunt, lifted him up and threw him over onto the bed. Tom lay there panting for breath. He felt down to his arse and could feel his hole gaping at the ramming he had just been given. He looked up at Krzysztof. The man stepped out of his jeans and stood there fully naked. His muscular body was glistening with the sweat of exertion, the beads running down his chest and tattooed arms. His cock was huge and pulsating. Involuntary spasms causing the shaft to quiver every few moments. "You like bitch?" he growled. Fuck thought Tom, this man was a God. His inhibitions were completely gone. "Yeah I like" he panted. "Call me Daddy" Krzysztof grunted. "I like Daddy, I like..." replied Tom feeling his cock throb. "You want Daddy to fuck you?" asked Krzysztof The reality of the massive cock tearing him open again caused Tom to hesitate. "Yes Daddy, but can I have a break..." he pleaded. "No break for little bitch" ordered Krzysztof and he reached out to the desk and picked up the bottle of poppers. He undid the lid and sniffed very deeply. Twice to each nostril. Returning the bottle to the table he stood looking down at Tom. Tom saw the poppers take hold of the stud and he saw the massive cock begin to twitch uncontrollably. Then with a grunt Krzysztof strode forward and grabbed Tom by the ankle, pulling him to him and flipping him onto his front. Two massive tree trunk arms planted down either side of Tom's head as the hunk lowered his massive body onto the boy crushing him. His huge meaty cock, aching with unleashed spunk found its hole and once more drove in deep. "FUUUUUUUUUCK" cried Tom but he was going nowhere. Krzysztof was making animal grunts and moans as he fucked the lad without mercy. If Tom had been nailed moments before this was something else. Drugs drove the massive animal on, adding to his power and stamina. For what seemed like an eternity Tom lay moaning and begging for his Daddy to fuck him as Krzysztof never let up. The only pause was when the builder flipped him onto his front so that his legs now rested on the massive shoulders and bent back down onto him exposing his hole to the air and then the builder began fucking him hard again. The sweat from Krzysztof dripped from his huge pecs and landed on Toms face and in his mouth. The drugged up boy swallowed it down, happy to taste his Daddies manly perspiration. The fucking went on, never letting up until Krzysztof changed pace and began to withdraw his cock all the way then plunge it as hard as he could into Tom. Each slow fuck was twice as powerful as the frantic pumping that had gone before and the whole bed shook as the builder's mighty tool speared Tom right into the gut. Krzysztof let out a huge grunt as he crushed his massive rock solid cock into Tom's tight hole. Tom was completely overcome by the feelings convulsing throughout his entire body. He moaned loudly each time Krzysztof drove into him, staring up into the hunks deep blue passionate eyes, begging him to fuck his hole. "Fuck me Daddy" he moaned over and over as Krzysztof did just that. Krzysztof's huge thrusts slowed momentarily as he lent back and reached for the poppers sat on the desk behind him. Picking up the bottle he undid the lid and lent in close to Tom, his massive shoulders forcing Tom's legs back behind his head so that Krzysztof's face was against his. "Sniff baby" he ordered and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom did as he was told and at the same time Krzysztof sniffed them as well. The two of them breathing in the strong odour of the drug and feeling it take hold of them. Krzysztof put the poppers to one side and lent back down to Tom. He began to passionately kiss the young boy, his tongue forcing its way deep into Tom's mouth. The muscle hunk's big full lips completely covered Tom's and completely owned him. Tom closed his eyes as his Daddy desperately and frantically snogged him. The poppers were doing their job and Tom felt their hot flush on his cheeks. At the same time he felt Krzysztof swell even bigger inside him. The stud pulled away and adjusted his position to ensure he could penetrate his young boy's cunt to maximum depth. He placed one huge hand over Tom's mouth and the other around his neck. He was going to cum inside this kid but the drugs in his system meant he was going to have to drill him without mercy. He wasn't going to let Tom even try to ask him to stop. This was about him now and no one else. He began by driving into Tom as deeply and forcefully as he could. He felt the boy buckle and shake at the violation and saw his eyes go wide with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "FUCK" Krzysztof growled. He pulled his massive meat almost completely out the tight hole and let the quivering of his cock massage the boys rim for a moment. Then he smashed it into the little cunt again, and then again and then again. He tightened his grip on Tom's mouth and throat and started to pick up pace. The ipod had run out of music to play and the only sound that filled the room was Krzysztof's massive muscular thighs banging against Tom's bubble butt, the huge roars of Krzysztof as he delivered each thrust and the muffled moans of Tom as he took the massive cock right up his tight hole. Faster and harder the muscular God went. He felt a huge load of cum building at the base of his shaft and he shouted out as he drove into Tom harder and harder, desperate to unleash his seed into his boy. He looked down at Tom who was staring wildly up at him, his eyes watering from being mercilessly ripped in two. Krzysztof gritted his teeth and the massive muscles on his arms bulged taut over thick pumped up veins. He drove Tom down into the bed causing it to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall in time with his massive thrusts. Then with one massive surge his cum was unleashed. It flowed up his massive stiff shaft and exploded out the huge round cock head coating the inside of Tom's arse with thick white spunk. Tom felt the hot mess spewing up inside him into his guts and cried muffled screams of lust and joy into the palm of Krzysztof's hand. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" grunted Krzysztof as he slowed down his thrusting and let the convulsing of Tom's arse milk out every last drop of his man seed. Sweat was pouring of his pecs and forehead and he released Tom from his grip and stretched his massive body. Tom looked up with a mixture of awe and longing. "God..." was all he could manage "God..." Krzysztof collapsed on top of him and Tom put his hands around those massive shoulders. Their sweaty bodies pressing tight against each other, Krzysztof's cock still resting inside him. Krzysztof began chewing at Tom's neck and ears and the touch of the man's tongue and teeth caused Tom to moan loudly. "Baby not cum yet" whispered Krzysztof into his ear and at the same time the huge man began to rotate his hips. Tom felt the massive cock stir to life inside him as it slid around in the cum that had just been fired up his arse. "Oh God Daddy" moaned Tom and Krzysztof rolled over onto his back, being careful to keep his dick inside his boy. Tom found himself on top and took a deep breath of air. He placed his hands onto Krzysztof's massive pumped up chest to steady himself and then he began to gyrate his hips. He felt the huge man's cock move inside him and was hit with a new wave of pleasure. Krzysztof held his hips to make sure Tom stayed firmly on his dick but gave him the freedom to move his arse in the motion he wanted. Tom began to gyrate more quickly. It was nothing like the massive pounding Krzysztof had just given him, Tom was being much more careful and slow but the wave of joy rolled over him as he felt Krzysztof's cock brush his prostate. He noticed that the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed and he picked it up and took a couple more deep sniffs, he held it to Krzysztof who did the same. Tom then began to bounce up and down on the shaft and Krzysztof slowly rotated his hips so that his cock slid back into Tom at a slightly different angle each time, causing new throbs of pleasure and making the boy moan and groan. Tom took hold of his teenage dick and began to slowly stroke his own spunk out. He used the sweat from Krzysztof's body as lube and built up a steady rhythm. "Baby cum for Daddy" growled Krzysztof and Tom began to bounce harder as Krzysztof pushed his hips upwards to help the little boy take every inch of his massive cock. The look of lust on the studs face sent Tom over the edge. "FUUUUUCK" he cried as hot creamy boy spunk sprayed out of his nob head and onto Krzysztof's pecs. "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH" moaned Tom as every last drop dripped out of him. "Fucking good yeah?" asked Krzysztof as Tom looked down at the huge load running over the hunks pecs and nipples. "Fuck yeah Krzysztof" he panted. "Daddy" corrected Krzysztof frowning. "Fuck yeah Daddy" repeated Tom. Quick as a flash Krzysztof rolled over so that Tom was once more underneath him. "Daddy hard again baby" he growled and suddenly and violently he rammed his still stiff cock deep into Tom. "FUUUCK" exploded Tom who was aware of the tenderness in his arse now he had cummed. Krzysztof withdrew and ploughed into him again. "We have all night baby" he promised and he pulled Tom tight against the sticky mess covering his massive chest muscles. He began his relentless pounding rhythm again the bed began to shake again. "Fuck Daddy" was the muffled cry that came from the boy completely encased in the builders huge arms. It was going to be a long night.

***Hi there! This is my first attempt at writing a story here, plus English is not my first language, but I had this twisted story in my mind that I had to share! This first chapter is just setting, so please be patient since it isn't anything exciting YET! P.S. I am open to any kind of comments or suggestions, even bad ones, they could be all really useful in the future! Enjoy :)*** Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End We made it: we finally had a home of our own, rented, sure, but far enough from both our families to start a new life from scratch. Paul and I met in high school, neither of us had come out yet. He was very popular, good at sports, six feet tall, with big, sweet brown eyes, dark blond curly hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. Being a rugby player, he had that classic physique: massive, solid, huge arms and thighs, a round and perfect butt that protruded under any kind of pants. In a way, his cherubic face, white skin, and full lips clashed a bit with the macho rugby player physique, but this dissonance made him even more attractive in my eyes. Now, at 23, he hasn't changed much, which is why he proudly flaunts that light blond fuzz on his legs, armpits, and face, and what he calls a "beard" but is actually just a couple of mustache hairs and a few on his chin. He thinks it tones down the angelic features of his face and makes him look "tougher" on the field, yet it's precisely these features that are his strength, and will be his downfall. On the other hand, I am much more anonymous: slightly shorter than him, slim, I just go for runs with him early in the morning when I feel like it. My family is Italian, so I never had to pray for a beard to grow, since I was already shaving at 14. In the gay classification, I completely fit into the otter category, not that I boast about it, but Paul loves my Mediterranean colors, so I'm fine with it. We started dating when we were 16. Secretly, of course. Rumors about me being gay were already circulating, but I didn't understand the origin, since I didn't do anything to draw attention to myself, my only two friends were as straight as they come, and besides, I was born into a Catholic family, where certain things are taught to be hidden even before you're aware of them. Paul was also Catholic and we attended the same church. I was an altar boy, so we knew each other since we were kids. During mass, our eyes would meet, I caught him when he was distracted or about to fall asleep, so when he looked back, I smiled at him or pretended to admonish him, from my position as the incense bearer. So, seeing each other even outside of school, we got closer and closer, until we exchanged our first kiss in a cemetery, during our parish priest's funeral. From then on, we were a steady couple for the rest of high school, without anyone knowing about us. It was very difficult, frustrating, yet beautiful. There were other gay couples happily out in the open and no one cared much. We hid mainly out of fear of the reaction of our Catholic and super-conservative families. But after seven years, it seemed absurd to keep lying, so we came out to our parents, result: we ran away to a new city on the opposite side of the country, without a family, without a home, and without a job. Not knowing what to do, we turned to the Church. We got an audience with the only Catholic priest in the area, we told him the whole truth and that we were desperate. He promised us he would take care of us. Oh, he did. That meeting was the beginning of our end. God, if you exist, have mercy on our souls, and give me the courage to tell the story of my poor Paul, and of Father John.

Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. The men who had been watching the show cheered

A group of raw sex devotees will be meeting at an East London haunt on Friday 10th May from 7pm onwards. If you want to cum drop me a line. Holes await

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.

When Ben and Jose had designed their apartment, they had had the architect build a large windowless room adjoining a hall with some extra guest bedrooms. They’d had the room completely soundproofed and filled it with all manner of dungeon equipment. In one corner was a shower large enough for four men,with several shower shots. Jeff had gotten his first taste of shower shot play when Ben had stripped him and hosed out the chempiss. Ben had ended the session by showing a larger metal buttplug, wired for electro., into Jeff’s hole. Jeff was currently bound with his arms wrapped around a long metal rod. He was bound so that his legs were splayed wide, his head forced upright by a thick metal colar, his baby blue eyes black from the drugs coursing through his system, and wet with tears. Jose stood before him, stroking his massive cock, naked except for his big skinhead boots he was using to kick and crush and torture Jeff’s balls. Ben was splayed on a sofa near by, idly jacking his big meat with one hand while the other hand played with the dials of the TENS unit delivering all kinds of sensations—pleasurable and and painful—to Jeff’s asshole through the electro plug. He varied the settings based on how Jose was working—kicks meant a program of sharp escalating jolts, crushing meant stradily intensifying pain. During each break, Jose made him beg for more. At first it was clearly forced, but the natural slut in Jeff made it sound like he was starting to crave the abuse. This had been going on for about 20 minutes, and Ben thought that should wrap it up—things were still really getting started—he mouthed “Break?” to Jose. Who smiled and moved forward and pushed his semi hard cock down Jeff’s throat. He sighed and grunted, and Jeff’s throat began to fill with piss. His eyes darted open and the look of absolute adoration and abject submission he gave Jose made Ben hard as rock. Jeff’s throat undulated as he took his first load of piss from the tap, eyes locked on Jose’s dark eyes the entire time. Ben stood up. He had to piss too and knew he had a warm place to do it. The three men were lying in a corner of the big room designed for comfort. A foam mattress, covered in waterproof fabric, and lots of pillows of various shapes and sizes, many designed to elevate a boys ass for easier fucking or fisting, scattered around, was about the only furnishing. They were letting the boy catch his breath after the intense ball torture and electro. Jose had removed his boots and Jeff lay between them, his smaller frame seemed even smaller between the two huge chests. Ben had given him a big bottle of Gatorade, without any GHB, because he needed to stay hydrated, and the bottle lay empty beside him. Jeff was currently resting his head on Ben’s big chest while with one hand he idly felt Jose’s big arms and pecs. Jeff paused, and flipped over. “How does it work, daddies?” He asked, “Does one of you ever bottom? How do you have sex, sirs? Jose chuckled and reached down and shoved three fingers in Jeff’s boypussy, making Jeff grunt and then start to hump on the fingers. “I love your Daddy Ben,” Jose stated, “And he loves me. But we are both only top—we have never bottomed and aren’t interested in it. We make out and jack each other off.” Ben reached down and added a fourth finger of its own, swallowing Jeff’s groan with a big kiss. “We usually have a third, a sub bottom with a hungry pussy like yours,” he said smiling into Jeff’s eyes.” “In the 20 years we’ve been together,” Jose continued, joining in the make out session, “We have had several boys who were with us full time, sort of a throuple. Some have them have lived in our home, some have kept their own places.” “Can I be your boy?” Jeff asked eagerly. “You very well might be,” Ben said, climbing up and flipping Jeff onto his back, putting the much smaller teens legs over his shoulders and sliding his hard ten inches smoothly into Jeff’s velvet hole. “Yes, indeed, you very well may be,” he said quietly, eyes glazed with pleasure as he started to fuck the beautiful teen. After both men dumped a load in Jeff’s hot boycunt, Jose pulled a big shard out of the box of treats and shoved it deep into the boys hole. He then shoved a big plug in, pushing the shard in deep and hard. Jeff groaned and arched his back. Jose picked him up and carried him, facing his chest, and put Jeff down in the sling. The Tina was already doing its work, and Jeff was began begging to be fucked. Jose grabbed some tit clamps, and attached them to the boys perfect little pecs, smiling darkly when the boy hissed in pain. He grabbed a paddle, and began hitting the boys ass, making him clamp around the big plug. He did this until the boys ass was flaming red and he stopped. He then began fucking the boy with the big plug, pulling it out to the widest part and slamming it home again. Ben came stood beside the boy, feeding him poppers. Seeing that the boys hole would open up wider now, Jose began to punch fuck him with the plug, pulling the it out and then pushing it all the way back in, increasing the speed of it. Jeff was on another planet, thrashing and keening, constantly moving between the desire to be filled and the pain of the hard use of his hole. After about 15 minutes, Jose pulled the plug out and lined his cock up, letting the force of the swinging sling push the boy hard all the way down to the root. The boy arched his back in the sling, mouth open in a surprised O. Jose held the boy still, letting him fully feel what it felt to be taken by his thick fuckstick in one shove. Jeff gave a little scream and then almost immediately his insatiable need to be used returned and he began to fuck himself on the giant cock. Both Jose and the boy were lost to the world, Jose pile driving all around in the boys sweet hole, driving his cock at all angles he could manage, stretching the boy’s hole until it began to squelch loosely. After about 25 minutes, he came close to coming. But knowing a pig like Jeff would want to be fucked for hours, he pulled out and gestured for Ben to take his place. Ben reached into the treats box and pulled out a big shard. Pitting it in his piss slit, he said “Boy, beg for my big daddy cock.” “Oh god Daddy Ben, I need your cock. I need your load, fuck me, please daddy,” Ben practically shouted. Ben lined his cock up, the big shard leading the way, and drove his cock into the boy. The shard melted slightly on the way, but was mostly intact when Ben bottomed out, 12 inches up in the boys guts. He paused as the boy went rigid from the shock of the deep penetration. Ben released a small spurt of piss, pushing the big shard deep in the boys hole. The boy moaned, feeling the burn deep in his hole, and then he began begging for his daddy’s cock. They fucked the boy for hours, bringing themselves almost to orgasm before pulling out and giving the other the chance at his blissful hole. By the time they blew their loads in him, his hole was hanging open, as loose as any pussy. “I think you and I should take a little rest,” Ben said. Jose nodded, “The boys going to still be horny and he won’t get any sleep. I am going to wire him up and he can learn all about pain and pleasure while we relax.” Jose leaned over into the boy’s face, “You still need cock, boy?” Jeff stared intently into Jose face pleasingly, “Yes, Daddy, please use my holes.” “I gotta new experience for you. I gotta feeling you are going to love it and hate it at the same time.” Jose put a thick leather blindfold on the boy and then began to set up. After all the e-stem gear was out, he picked the writhing boy up and he couldn’t resist shoving three fingers and working the boys hole with them while he carried him across the room. He put the boy down on a padded table—damn he wanted to slide his fist in, but he and Ben had decided that was for another day—so instead he slid a thin tube deep into the boy, so deep the boy arched and groaned as it went into a place they had not yet opened. This he hooked up to an auto dispenser filled with a very potent mix of Tina dissolved into lube. He first pumped the equivalent of about ten of its ordinary doses, and Jeff groaned as he felt the burn in a new deeper part of his hole. “Fuck sir, that’s so deeeep” Jeff groaned. Second later he was twisting on the table, “Oh daddy, I need you to use me.” “I am going to use you all right,” Jose promised, “But only after you’ve marinated a while.” He then roughly strapped the boys arms in place spread wide on the table. Taking the boys feet, he picked them up and slid a small triangle cushion under, elevating the boys ass slightly so the Tina lube would go deeper rather than ooze out. He then slammed one of their largest electro-plugs into the boy, loving how Jeff screamed and bucked. After the strapped the boys feet into straps hanging from the ceiling, he grabbed the wooden paddled and administered a short but hard beating, the boy cried out with each blow because it jostled the big metal ball in his ass hard, making him spasm as each blow seemed to drive it a bit deeper Once the cheeks were red and just starting to bruise, Jose reluctantly stopped. “I could best you all day, boy, you know that,” Jose said, “I can’t wait to beat you so hard you cry.” Jeff just whimpered, so Jose gave him his hardest blow yet, the boy keening in pain. “Say thank you daddy, you ungrateful little bitch,”Jose ordered. Jeff managed to squeak out “Thank. You. Daddy.” Jose then wired up pads to the head of Jeff’s cock, and then his balls. He then set the programming of the cock and balls pads to slowly build in cadence of different shocks and levels until spending several seconds, then a few minutes, at agony-enduring maximum. For the anal plug, he chose a setting which tied it to the rhythms of a deep trance electro track one designed for electro play. He plugged the unit into the room sound system, replacing the porn noises with a trancelike beat. He made sure that the video cameras in the area were catching good angles, and walked out the door without another word. Jose went into the big bedroom he shared with Ben. Ben was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet. He had laid out a 1/2 of a sleeping pill for each of themon their respective bedside tables. Ben smiled, “God, that boy is perfection. And he seems to be taking to you even better than we hoped.” Jose smiled, “I wasn’t expecting him to be so good with pain. I think his submissiveness has a dark side—just the kind I like.” Jose’s smile then twisted, as his dark nature peeked out, “Well, this little electro session and then some extended depth training should see how much of a pain pig he is inside.” Ben nodded, smiling wickedly himself, “Can’t wait to see that video, mi amor. Go wash up had we can drop these pills and rest up. Since we are going to save fisting as a future treat, I want us to push him hard on depth training. I want his hole about at its limits for his final fuck.” Jose grinned evily, and headed into shower, thinking how much he loved slow-fucking a tenderized hole. While Jose and Ben slept, Jeff was in another world. At first, the electro had felt good, sending pleasurable tingles all over his cock and balls, and the big thing lodged in his ass fucked him pleasurably—god all he could think about was getting fucked—but as the voltage started ramping up he began screaming in agony, like his cock and asshole were on fire. He was aware enough to know, after the first round, that the pleasure would come back, but that pleasure only partly obscured the fear of the pain to come. After the first few minutes he lost all sense of time and place. Blindfolded he could see nothing. His hearing was filled with the all-encompassing rhythms of the trance beat, a beat that somehow seemed timed to what was happening to his body. And then there was the tube that somehow methodically feeding his hole Tina—he could feel the family slight burn from time, but all it seemed to do was drive a need to get fucked deeper and deeper inside him, making him what nothing but bigger and bigger cocks. After about three hours of light sleep, Jose awoke. Ben was still sleeping—a 1/2 pill usually gave Ben four hours of rest—he slipped out of bed and went to his walk-in closet. He dressed in tight leather crotchless chaps, putting a big metal cock ring to draw even more attention to his massive meat. He clipped nipple clamps, a small cock whip, and a small paddle to his waistband. On his left arm he tied a thick black and grey band and a light pink one, indicating dildo fucking and s/m. The boy would learn, eventually, that he often signaled what the boy was in for next with his clothes—and that he had colored leather and rubber bands for everything he was into. He then applied a thin sheen of body oil to his torso, using a special pad on a long stick to get his back. The oil glistened, and as intended, made his muscles pop. The boy had been blindfolded for several hours and Jose wanted the boy to feel like Jose was the embodiment of his fantasies. He would also have the boy lick all the oil off at some point, further making him aware of his masculine strength. Jose slipped quietly into the room, wanting to watch the boy without him knowing. Jeff’s entire golden body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his golden hair plastered down around his face. His eyes were red and swollen—the pain had made him cry at some point. Jose watched the boy go through an entire cycle, his cock jumping as the pain caused anguished screams. Still moving quietly, he clicked the program off and took on manual control, really giving it to the boy hard. After giving him increasingly hard jolts, he paused. The boy panted, but then soon he was squirming as the fire deep in his hole took over. Jose slowly ramped only the channel controlling the plug in Jeff’s boypussy, giving him longer bouts at each level. When he got to the setting that was sheer agony he left it there, the boy screaming in agony, for a full five minutes, as the boys screams became increasingly desperate. He then cut power to everything. Jeff remained rigid, as if still in agony, as the last pain impulses reached his head. He then relaxed as much as his tight bonds would allow, panting with tears streaming down his face. Still remaining silent, Jose removed the support under the boy, leaving his ass swaying in the air. He gently removed the pads from the boys cock and eased out the buttplug. He then gently pushed the tube, and it easily slid in another two inches through the hungry well luged hole. He plugged the boys hole with a medium-sized plug and then hung the boy’s arms from straps in the ceiling, drawing them through his legs. The boy was now essentially in the same position as he would be in missionary, with his legas over his shoulders, but suspended. The boy groaned in pain. Moments later he hissed as Jose attached the alligator clips. He was clearly exhausted, which was perfect for what was to come soon. Still remaining silent, Jose began to paddle the boy, hitting first one check and then the other with the small leather paddle. In this position any impact play on the ass was extremely painful, the body being unable to relax, so Jose held back, knowing the boy was feeling much more pain than the same impact would be in another position. After about 5 minutes, Jeff was in agony. He started begging “Stop, sir, please stop.” Jose spoke the first time, “I decided when we stop, little bitch.” He then gave him about 10 much harder blow to each cheek. At this point Jeff was crying. Jose knew the lesson was learned and he stopped. He took Jeff’s hands out of the ceiling straps and slowly lowered him so he was hanging upside down. He pushed the tube in another inch and increased the flow to a slow constant stream and left the boy that way while he moved a couple of bins of depth toys over to the sling and turned down the music to a background level. He then returned to the boy, who was starting to quake as this new deeper dose of Tina started to take effect. He reached down and brought the boy’s mouth to his cock and slid it in. “Wrap you arms around my legs and hold yourself in place while you suck my big cock, boy” Jose commanded. Jose sighed with pleasure as the boy, so hungry for pleasure after all that pain, began giving a pretty decent blowjob considering the difficulties of his position. Jose reached over and adjusted the flow of the lube to a strong stream, he removed the plug and began to lube the boys hole in earnest. He very slowly pulled the tube out, bathing the boys insides with lube, when he got to the boys rectum, he sprayed lube all around, then he pushed the tube through the second ring, leaving it there for a few seconds and then very slowly he pushed it in further, stopping from time to time to leave a thick coating. He worked very slowly, and probably got to close 16 inches, when, based on the boys grunts, the boys hole clearly couldn’t go deeper. He left the lube there for a while, probably 90 seconds, knowing it would pool up and slowly bring the need to be stretched deeper. He then slowly pulled the tube out, reposting everything inch of the boys colon with both lubricant and need. Turning of the flow of lube, he pulled it from the boys ass. Jeff was clearly having trouble concentrating, as his body began to undulate with the need to be fucked. Jose reached up to the controls and pulled the boy higher, so that his mouth was aligned with the dick he served. He wanted the boy to stay upside down just a bit more so the lube could get as deep as possible. He could see the boys legs were starting to tire, though, so it couldn’t be long. He started fackfucking the boy hard, drawing Jeff’s attention away from his aching legs, Jose crouching slightly as he held the boys head and drove it down on his cock. After several minutes of this, Jose decided it was time to move on. He pushed the boy of his cock, Jeff was panting hard and spittle and throat juices ran down his face. His arms hung loosely as he tried to catch his breath. Jose inserted two big shards—the boy cried out at the sharp burn—and quickly slipped the medium plug back in the boys hole to keep the lube in, and lowered the shackles holding his legs, holding the boys upper body until he was lying on the floor. Although Jose knew he wouldn’t move—Jeff clearly needed a minute—Jose wanted to reinforce the boys submission, so he clamped the boys hands together on his stomach. He did the same with the boys ankles, making is very difficult for him to stand. Straddling the boys chest, Jose stood with his hands on his hips, emphasizing his shining muscles. Jeff looked up at him, desire and lust in his eyes. “Want do you need, boy?” Jose boomed. “I need my daddies to use me, sir” Jeff replied squirming and stroking at his torso as much as the tight bounds would allow. Jose got down on his knees, his giant dick directly at the boys mouth. He leaned forward, his gorgeous abs directly in the boys eyes, and slipped his dick deep into the boys throat. “Then drink me, beautiful boy, drink my piss and let me have you body and soul,” Jose said, as he began to empty his completely full bladder into the greedy suckling mouth.

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I've learned that I can keep on taking dick up my hole even after I cum when I started having handsfree anal orgasms, it's an intense feeling and when I'm in the 'zone' I can just continue getting fucked.

Just as a bottom stops being horny when he cums, so do tops. From Wikipedia, the description of the orgasm from Masters and Johnson's research: If a bottom wants to cum together with the top, this is the time to do it, so the bottom's prostate can massage the top's cock as he cums. Also,. seeing the bottom shot his load can be hot for the top who is now in the "resolution period": What makes the connection is both, the top and bottom, sharing this relaxing time. At the sauna, it's a different story.

Can’t wait for chapter 3 this has made me so hard and wet

ANON CUMDUMP SERVICE I had a message from a bi guy asking if I was open for his anon load. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me he just needed a willing anon hole to pump a 3 day load into. I told him where to find my cunt and he headed over. I was ass up in a used jock, CUM DUMP socks and hooded in my pup mask. He stripped off and lubed his cock, he only spoke to tell me to spread my cheeks. He was straight inside me and fucked me for about 30 seconds before unleashing his load in my cunt. He stood there emptying his balls in my hungry hole and grabbed the pen to tag me. He wrote CUM DUMP on my ass and pulled out. I was dripping his load while he dressed, he slapped my ass and left. Nicely loaded completely anon.

Tommy and Zeke struggled with it all afternoon and into the night. How do you tell a man you love romantically that he is your half brother? Most people could probably walk away from someone they had only known a few days and only spoken to for the first time this morning but for these two it would be like betraying their own love. They had known when they met, in their hearts, that they were meant together. Indeed since that night they had never spent an entire 24 hour day apart and had slept every night in the same bed except for a week Zeke had spent in the hospital. They were just as certain that Red was a part of them. There was no way to deny it About 10 pm Tommy’s phone buzzed and the guard at the front gate told him that Red was there wanting to come in “Yes, admit him now and let all the other guards know Red is always to be admitted when he appears. He is a resident here now” Tommy told him and then watched the lights pf Red’s car on the long driveway around the house Zeke stayed in their bedroom by the fire and Tommy went to greet Red As soon as he saw him Tommy could tell he had been crying. He opened his arms and Red clung to him sobbing “Shhhh Baby, calm down and tell me what’s wrong” Tommy said stroking the boy’s hair and gently guiding him down the hall to the bedroom As soon as they came through the door Zeke was on his feet “Is he ok? What’s wrong? Who hurt him?” and that last question was delivered with such cold fury that Red flinched as Zeke crossed to them his ice blue eyes glittering with rage as he opened is arms to embrace them both. Tommy noted they Red's eyes were the exact same ice blue though they were red from crying just now Zeke was stopped by one broken hearted question “Did you know Zeke?” Red asked and started sobbing again as Tommy held him “We found out just after you left. I swear to you I had no idea when we…” Zeke whispered “When you fucked and infected your own brother with HIV?” Red asked though that didn’t seem to be the core of his problem “I take it you had a talk with your mom?” Tommy asked “I talked with April” Red said coldly “She knew I was gay before I did so I knew I could tell her I had met someone to be happy with.. She didn’t even blink when I said it was two someones and then I told her who and she exploded” “Red. If I ever hear you call the woman who changed your diapers and put bandaids on your scraped knees anything other than mom or mother again. You and I will have a serious issue” Tommy said in a gentle but firm voice. “She has earned that title and you disrespect all the years and love she gave you when you call her by her name like that. Don’t be a snide little brat. It doesn't fit you” “I’m sorry and you are right” Red said “I just resented that she told me that I could not be with Zeke. It broke my heart no matter how gently she put it” “You being with Zeke and I is your choice and not hers” Tommy said a hint of anger in his voice “We had that discussion with Zeke’s parents this afternoon. They felt the exact same way your mother does” “Zeke faced them down, he’s really good at that by the way, and told them we had no intentions of staying away from you” Tommy said “I believe his words were ‘it would be like cutting off an arm’ at this point. He also said it was not like you two could have a baby together or something like that. The only objection that had that rang true was that you deserved to make an informed choice and since them we have been racking our brains to find a way to tell you. Your mom took care if that though” “I could never have stayed away. I love you both too much” Red said and there it was. Red was the first to say what they all knew. This was not infatuation or lust. This was deep unbreakable love. “We love you too” came the reply from both of them “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know if I can have sex with my own brother again” Red said looking at Zeke who finally stepped to them and took both his men in his arms “I just need you here little brother. I need you in my life and in my arms. Sex is the least of what we are together. It’s nice but I will be happy as long as I get to see you every day” Zeke said “I wonder if Red will keep up that resistance long when he sees how things are around here” Tommy thought a bit smugly though he kept it to himself “I highly doubt it” Red washed his face and they got ready for bed. They fit together in a way they would sleep for the rest of their lives as if they had been doing it for years Tommy, as always, nuzzled into Zeke’s hairy chest in his own hands tighter against his own chest between them with Zeke’s chin resting on top of his head. Red spooned behind Tommy his chin also on his head and his forehead inches from Zeke’s. His long arm draped over both his men, his hands resting on Zeke’s hip as Zeke’s long arms held them both. It felt natural at and soon they slept the best, most relaxed sleep of their lives The next day Red called his mother and after a brief talk hung up. “She wants to see all three of us” he said Zeke drove them to town and soon they were sitting together on April’s couch as she served them all tea then sat in a large comfortable chair facing them “You got the best parts of both your parents except the hair” She said to Zeke. "I have seen pictures of you since you were two” Zeke nodded She watched them for a while, noting how they sat. Red was in the middle hooding Tommy's hand as he leaned on Zeke whos arm laid protectively around Red though his hand rested on Tommy’s shoulder . It was not contrived for her benefit it was just how they had settled on the couch together, It looked so natural and relaxed and seeing her buy so obviously loved and cherished by these men he had just met warmed her heart and confused her. There was no way she could fight this and keep her son and she knew it “I have not seen a picture since you were about 16 though” she continued “Why do you both look so familiar?” She said to give herself time to accept she had lost this battle before it even started “Geees Mom” Red said exasperatedly “What is your favorite music video of all time? The one yo still watch at least once a day?” “That Billy and Mike video with the two men dancing” She said without even thinking “LOOK at them!” Red said Her eyes slowly widened “That was you two?” she asked “Billy is my cousin and Mike is Zeke’s and I guess Red’s cousin too since he’s on that side of the family” Tommy explained “I always felt how much you loved each other when you danced. No one could fake that. How are you both suddenly in love with my son as well?” she asked Tommy told her a very very cleaned up version of how he and Zeke had met and known they were meant to be together. They had been together ever since “It was the exact same feeling we got when we started talking to Red. We could not deny it because we had been through it before” Zeke added “But he’s your brother” She said “Mom, we aren't going to be making babies!” Red said “And for now at least I’m only doing that kind of thing with Tommy” conveniently leaving out what had happened the morning before “For now?” She asked “For as long as Red says” Zeke said firmly “Next to Tommy, Red is the most beautiful man I have ever seen but I don’t need to have sex with him. I just need him there, in our lives” “What are you going to do when he goes to school?” She asked “We WILL fight if you try to stop him from doing that” “I graduated from there last year. Our apartment in the city is just a two block walk from there. I can help him with class selection, picking the best instructors and how to structure his days to the best effect” Tommy said “We can protect him and guide him" Zeke added "Also if he will let us, we will pay his tuition and he won’t have to limit how many classes he takes to what he has saved so far. He can go as far and as fast as he wants to” Red started to protest but his mother told him to hush “They want to do this so let them. They are not trying to buy you because you are already theirs. They are your life partners and they want to make your life better just as you will make their life better just by being there” and she gave in, blessing this odd relationship. She felt happy to know her son would be loved and protected “I will think about it” Red said “Look you prideful little prick” Zeke said squeezing Red to take the sting out of his words “I did the exact same thing for Tommy. I actually think the money he saved for college is still in that savings account of his. He let me help him and he didn’t turn out too bad. He can get his shoes on the right feet… Most mornings anyway” “Red is not the only one who can cut you off you know” Tommy said smiling evilly It took about a day for Red to get over his “brother” thing. Tommy and Zeke openly telling him they had sex with their cousins and that Tommy sometimes fucked his own brother Mark, who was away on his honeymoon currently, coupled with the undeniable attraction and love between all three of them made Red reconsider. In for a penny and all that Tommy was openly amused at the look on Zeke’s face when the first thing Red wanted to do was fuck his brother but to Zeke’s credit it only took him a moment to readjust his thinking and agree. That night was special and a turning point for Zeke. He was the bottom for both of his men. Res instinctively whispered words of love and gratitude for what Zeke was giving him, promising to always cherish and protect both his men, He vocalized what Tommy had always felt when he topped Zeke but had never said because Zeke’s dominance always held him back It turned out Zeke needed to hear it though and he could accept it from Red. Zeke had always been the protector but Red brought out his need to just let go and be the vulnerable one to allow himself to be protected. They all knew that he could only show this side of himself in the comfort and shelter of their bed, with his two men. He had never been able to share this with Tommy alone. It had taken Red to break down that wall Rather than being jealous Tommy was grateful to Red for bringing out this side of Zeke and when Tommy took his turn inside the man who had changed his life four years ago he was able to express his own gratitude and fierce protectiveness to his wonderful Zeke The outside world would never see a difference but that day Tommy and Zeke truly became equals in their relationship. Tommy knew Zeke was wiser in many matters but when he let him lead from then on it was because it was the logical thing to do and not out of a desire to submit. A subtle difference but a difference nonetheless It brought Red in as a co-equal from the beginning but Red, being no fool, knew that both Tommy and Zeke knew more than him and accepted their guidance. He knew they wanted nothing but the best for him and would never steer him wrong The fact that Zeke had a little brother was accepted by everyone fairly easily and Tommy’s relatives embraced him as just another cousin . It was easier because Red knew most of the younger members of the family already. It was a small town after all It was Red however, who ended the endless contention between Mike and Zeke the next day When Zeke smugly told Mike that like Tommy, Red was off limits until Mike gave up his ass, Red showed he was perfectly capable pf telling Zeke tp stuff it when he was wrong “And who the fuck are you to tell ME who I can be with and who I can’t, brother mine?” Red had snapped before Mike could even respond “You don’t see me limiting you that way and I know Tommy well enough by now to know he would never put a limitation like that on you. I don’t know Jeff well but it’s probably the same for him, Why should you two power tripping assholes get to limit us if we don’t limit you?” Tommy and Jeff were looking at each other with narrowed eyes “You know, he’s right” Jeff said to Tommy “I know both Mike and Zeke DO bottom. I fucked Mike yesterday, I know you top Zeke and quite frankly, Red is so beautiful I can’t imagine that if he wants to top Zeke that he would deny him" “He sure didn’t last night” Red snorted “You and I rarely bottom for anyone but our husbands because honestly, when you have a Zeke or a Mike in your bed most other men have trouble comparing, but if and when we do decide on some extra curricular bottoming why should we limit ourselves? This is a bullshit ego problem between two little boys who need to grow the fuck up” Tommy replied “I think the rest of us should enjoy each other’s company until they resolve their issues one way or another” Red said and he linked arms with Tommy and Jeff and followed by the rest of their family and friends they left the two startled men standing alone It only took one night of Tommy and Red “not being in the mood” and Jeff doing the same in Mike’s bed to convince the two cousins that their men were serious. Except for times of illness their men were never “not in the mood” The next day found Mike and Zeke alone in a bedroom “Lets get this over with, who goes first?” Mike said with angry bitterness That took Zeke aback, He approached Mike and put his hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes “What the fuck happened to us Mike?” Zeke asked in a quiet hurt voice “ There was a time when we were like brothers. Until I met Tommy, you had been the most important person in my life… Till I broke the rules and fucked Doug… I had to do something… That man was pure scum… He deliberately hurt you just because he could… I was not the only one he was fucking around with…” “You were the only one he fucked around with who was my cousin!” Mike shouted “We had rules and you broke them!” “I know and I’m sorry. I honestly thought it was worth it to get that leach away from you. You have to admit things didn’t turn out to bad for you as a result. You have said so yourself” Zeke said Mike turned from him “I was not jealous that you had fucked Doug! I was jealous that you were with him and not with me!” Mike said in a shaking emotional voice Zeke was stunned Mike looked back and there were tears in his eyes “I knew Luke could never love me and you were there after he left” He said his voice ragged ”We were always together, sharing bottoms but the next morning the bottom was either gone or shunted off to the side and I would wake up with you holding me,” “ Then Cal and Doug came along” Mike continued a bit more steadily “you seemed so infatuated with Cal that I stayed with Doug because I had lost hope and he was good in bed at least. I was honestly going to break it off with Doug after you and Cal split. I gave you some time to recover and suddenly you were back with Cal and to top it off you fucked Doug in the middle of it all!” “No I can’t complain about my life and I would not change a thing if that meant I would miss out on Jeff but I loved you first cousin!. It was like something was deliberately keeping us apart” he finished sadly “I always loved you Mike, I did what I did with Doug out of love for you. You know I always found him repulsive. What other reason would I fuck him for than to get him out of your life?” Zeke said just as sadly and what might have been flashed before his eyes “But all this led to Jeff and Tommy and now Red. I can’t honestly regret what I did. I don’t deserve to be this happy but I am and I’m grateful” Zeke said simply “I am too honestly” Mike said Then they kissed for the first time and the love that had always been there blazed to life in that bedroom. They made love for hours and who was on top or on bottom didn’t matter as they let go and just explored each other. A part of each of their hearts healed that day. Sex among their group of family and friends tended to be public a lot of the time but everyone respected that every once in a while Mike and Zeke would vanish for a few hours after that day to share in what could have been agadn. ********************* Ezekiel smiled from behind Zeke’s eyes. His decision to keep Mike and Zeke apart all those years ago had paid off for the entire world. It had brought about what would come to be known as “The Angel Strain” of HIV and would save thousands of lives That didn’t mean he had been indifferent to the personal pain it had caused the two men and he was glad that hurt was healing and that they could at least get a taste of what they could have been together. ********************* In the end Mike never fucked Tommy or Red and Zeke was never with Jeff but that was by choice not because of some limitation imposed on them all. The day they went back to the apartment in preparation for Red’s first day at school Tommy marveled how the addition of this young man had made a life he didn’t think could be improved so much better just by being there and being himself A thought occurred to Tommy as they went down the stairs from the helicopter pad on the apartment building roof “Red, how do you feel about doing dishes?” Tommy asked innocently and Zeke had to choke back a laugh **************************************************************************** In the next chapter Red answers the all important dishes question! Just kidding! The next chapter is Red’s first trip to the baths! Let me know what you think! Scanbu P.S. If you had no idea about some of what Mike and Zeke were talking about go read my story “Somebody to be mine forever” here on Breeding Zone [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/84351-somebody-to-be-mine-forever/

I woke up the next morning early. I had to go to work and then run errands. I work at a coffee shop as the manager and it was a busy day especially as one of my employees didn't show for work. So i was working both cashier and barista. Near closing at a tall guy around 50's with some tats and a younger kid looked no more than 20 walked in together. They were the only customers in the place. As it was closing time i went to go and lock the door and walked back to take their order. As i was walking back i noticed the older guy had his hand on the younger guys butt grabbing it with his arm around his waist. The older guy saw me glance at his hand on the other guys ass. I got back behind the counter and said, "Hi can i take your order.". The older guy ordered a latte and so did the kid. Then the older guy said, " Are you sure that's a good idea? You know what it does to your stomach and your pussy?". My eyes looked wide open as i couldn't believe what i just heard. The younger one said, "You are right Daddy. I'll have a veggie juice smoothie please.". The older gentleman looked at me and said "Change the second latte to a veggie juice.". I was just staring in a daze at the older gentleman both in what i just heard and in a bit of curiosity and excitement. He was hot. He was 6'2" medium build, he had a tight bike racing shirt and huge nipples and looked like a ring in each of them and tight spandex biker shorts. As I looked down i could see a huge bulge. He grinned and saw me checking him out. "Hello? You okay man?", he said slowly looking at me with his piercing eyes and as he was talking he reached down and grabbed his cock and shifted it up as it looked like it was getting harder. I watched him intently grab his thick meat. The door tried to be opened . It was was the post office delivery lady dropped of our mail. She just stuck it instead thru the mail slot. I said thank you and looked back at the two guys. The younger guy was now in front of me with the older guy behind him holding him. The Daddy, had one arm around his waste in a cuddling like way and his other hand running up and down his boy from his nips to his cock. He also looked like he had nipple rings and a nice but not large cock like his Daddy. The younger guy said, "Did you hear my order?". I said, "Uhhh ok. Sorry, yes.....I will get that for you right away.". The younger guy gave me his card to pay and i processed all the while looking at them but trying not to stare. The Daddy started snuggling more and kiss his boy from the back and playing with him, even sticking his hand down his shorts. The younger guy said, "Daddy stop you know how that makes my pussy so wet. We don't want this guy to call the cops or worst shoot his load.", he said and laughed. While the boy said one thing, he clearly push his tight ass back into his Daddy's crotch and opened up more of his neck. I turned away and worked on their drinks. The younger guy, asked for the code to the bathroom. I said, "It's 6969". They laughed and he went in. I turned around after finishing the drinks and the older guy was gone too. I heard some rustling coming from the bathroom. It was a single person bathroom. As i got closer i realized they were both in their. I leaned in and heard slapping, and moaning. "Uggh, uggh, uggh" in a bit of a fem high pitched tone. Then i heard the older guy say, "Ohhh yeah give me your wet tight cunt". "Yes Daddy its your wet cunt....you made me so horny fuck me Daddy breed me now with your seed please." . " Here is comes boy gonna make you pregnant. AAAHHHHHHH". By now my cock was super hard and i was so entranced i leaned in closer to the door and it wasn't closed tightly so the door opened right up. The younger guy was bent over the sink with his Daddy leaning over him fucking him from behind. They both looked at me and smiled, while his Daddy stopped and said, "Took you long enough to get in here. You want some bitch?"."Uhhh no i just heard noises and wanted to make sure things were ok.", I said. The boy said, "You sure, your cock says otherwise.". With that the boy started pushing back and fucking his Daddy. "Oh my boy still wants Daddys cock. You want another load boy?", Daddy said. "Fuck yes " in a whining panting moaning sound. Daddy gripped his boys waist and started pounding. I was just staring at that. A few moments later the Daddy said," Squeeze bitch", and i saw the boy wince his face and then the Daddy said, "Ahh here it comes another charged load boy". I moved closer and the Daddy pulled out and his cock was all covered in cum and ass juice. I just dropped to my knees and licked him clean. "Good boy. You like Daddy cock don't you.", i looked up and didn't know what to say other than keep sucking his cock. He then ordered me to clean up his boy. I hesitated and he grabbed my head and shoved it in his boys ass. The biker shorts had a back zipper for easy access. I stuck my face in and tongue and lapped him up. The boy pushed his back further back and he said, "Ohhhhhhhh eat me but don't suck it all out, i want Daddy's seed in me." The boy stood up, zipped up and turned around and pulled down his shorts. His cock was wet with precum and i swallowed him hole. All the while i didn't realize his Daddy was now behind me pulling down my pants....

Part 14 There were no more dawdles. He had resumed his thrusts in and out of me. Totally focused on the feelings in my hole, it didn’t take long for me to start moaning which seemed to fuel Magoo even more. He was now pounding me with only one objective: build an unforgettable load just for me. I let go my cock which was undecided to whether stay soft or go hard. I reached to his nipple rings. I tugged on them lightly while tightening my asshole against his cock. Magoo thanked me with a series of grunts. Magoo leaned on me, pushing my legs closer to my shoulders and grab a nipple in the fingers of each hand, and with a sly smile, Magoo really began to work on them. I felt jolts of pain mixed with excitement run like electricity through my body. My hands were snooping at his body, caressing his body hair, my fingers tracing the contour of his biohazard tattoo. Magoo didn’t need to look down at my hand to find where it was and what it was doing. Magoo had his eyes closed. For his age, he was in a great condition; his sexual prowess was way much better than the average of my poor and few past encounters. Maybe it was his physique that made him so good. He was shorter, shorter in legs, narrower in shoulders, and not particularly muscular. However, his calves and, to a lesser extent, his thighs, were quite exceptional. I would have volunteered Magoo to develop a VO2 training program for fucking. He abruptly stopped; his cock deeply rooted in my ass. For a moment, I thought that Magoo had cum. He slowly pulled out, his cock, hard as ever, sprang up against his stomach. I found myself over his cock, unsure how my ass would take it. Squeezing a nine inches cock into my hole would be a challenge. “Go for it, Max. Work yourself on my poz cock. It’s all yours.” Magoo said. It should have been easier for me, and despite the fact that he had fucked me for the last 45 minutes, opening me up nicely, I was having a hard time to control my balance and not impaling myself at once. I was sliding down gradually on the slick cock. I felt some pain as my guts were trying to accommodate the long cock in this new position. I paused at about two third, to breathe and let the sharp pain fade. Magoo took that as a go, because he pushed his pelvis up, stuffing the rest of his cock up my chute. “Oh fuck…!” we said in unison. Me unprepared from the sudden blunt attack, him from the awesome feeling of my warm ass bucking and screwing over his cock. My reflexes were to dislodge myself, but a new pain from my balls told me it was a bad idea. Magoo had a solid grip on my nutsack. The pain in my poor little nuts was excruciating. I slumped back. I could feel Magoo’s dick throbbed harder in my hole. I kept my eyes shut. Magoo squeezed harder to get my attention. “Come Max, you know what to do, fuck yourself, work the reward I am ready to give you.” And fuck I did. Sweat poured down my back and my chest. A mind-invading of filthy smell of male sex filled the room. All my lower body muscles were on fire. As I slowed down, to get some reliefs, he started working is fuckmeat in and out of me again. “Is that what you want, Max? You want my gift?” Magoo asked as he made me bounce, his damp crotch slapping against my ass. “Uh huh,” I whispered. I was shaking. Magoo was abusing my nutsack again. My balls throbbed on every pressure release he was providing. "Oh yeah… Max… look down… little Max is getting horny" I was hard as stone. I was panting too. Drops of sweat were pouring on my cock but also on Magoo’s chest and crotch, wetting his grey fur body. Firmly planted balls deep in me, acting as a lever, Magoo reversed our position. Loosely wrapping my legs around him intuitively, the old man didn’t waste time to engage in some sort negative-split* fuck. Insatiable, he alternated between long smooth strokes (which I liked a lot due to my sore ass), sliding out his nine inches cock, my hole failing to close back completely and forcing it to reopen giving passage to his cockhead and his entire shaft; between short and hard jabs that seems to give his cock the most pleasure; and between fast shallow fucks which he was currently doing. * (A negative split is when a guy runs the second half of his marathon faster than the first) “I’m closed Max, I won’t be long before I shoot my load. My poz load! That’s the only thing I can give you… a gift from me to you… I will keep my promise…” Magoo said in voice indicating that indeed he was approaching his orgasm. In the state I was, it wasn't easy for me to put coherent thoughts together. Magoo was a man of his word. During his confession, he had made me a promise. And now it was for me to decide. Epilogue When I reached 18 years old, I came out to my parents. My dad told me that I would fell in “the depths of hell and depravity” before he kicked me out of the house. So, this is when I moved here, in the Village, and found myself neighboring Mr. Magoo. To prove my father wrong, I stayed clear of any acts and places that would have led me to what he called my damnation. The bathhouse was the representative reality of hell and depravity. After passing the full-metal door in the back of a building, I clearly remembered my thought at the moment: “Now, you are really in the depths of it.” As I am sitting on my couch in my small apartment, back from the bathhouse, I now know that Mr. Magoo led me to my salvation. Yes, the wicked Mr. Magoo. And it turns out Jesus was my savior. Ironic, isn’t it? “…I have something to confess” he told in grave tone. I feared the worst and we stopped fucking. Completely. “I lied to you, Max…” In the back of my mind, I suspected it since he explained to me his plan. After everything started to happen according to his plan, I wasn’t sure anymore. But Mickey had told me that he and Magoo had “planned a lot of things over the last few weeks”. My suspicions raised again. “I kinda of guessed…” I replied, “why would you lie to me?” “I didn’t want to stealth Mickey…” “Huh… okay…?” “I wanted to stealth you” he revealed in a voice that didn’t show any remorse. The way he always look at me due to his myopia, with his narrowed eyes, I was never certain if he was x-raying my mind or just trying to decipher my face expression. Magoo had started rocking back his cock very very slowly. “Oh shit…! You did…!” “No, I haven’t stealth you” he admitted promptly. “The truth is I wouldn’t have been able to stealth Mickey. He has been taking loads since last November after his boyfriend got poz at the Halloween Conversion Party”. “Oh shit… Mickey really stealth me…!” “No. Well, I doubt that he would have poz you. His latest test from Thursday indicated he was still negative. It is the reason he was back at the bathhouse today, well yesterday.” “but he could have… I mean his boyfriend…” “There aren’t together since Halloween. That was the first time they saw each other yesterday. Since the party, he lives with a friend of Master Eddy who trained him to be a dedicated slave man to his needs.” “Eddy…? You mean Eddy, sexy Eddy… Master?” “Yes. Eddy.” “Jesus and Eddy are together. I think you figured this out. I promised Eddy to have a go at you after I stealthed you… His plan was for you to spend the rest of this weekend with him and Jesus to see if you be good material for him.” “Good material!?!” I was shocked and a little bit pissed about this. “Hey, you are still with me, no? It is Saturday early morning and no one will force you do anything that you don’t want to” he said trying to calm me down, “but frankly, I think you should give it a try. I believe you and Eddy, and Jesus would be a good match. My opinion.” It was my turn to narrow my eyes and give him a suspicious look. “Anyway, I had a long chat with Jesus and he is the one that convinced me to not stealth you…” “Wow… why… I mean why Jesus would…” “Sshh… He has his reasons, and I will not give you any details. The conversation was between him and me only, and it will stay like that.” I pouted. Clearly unsatisfied by Magoo’s statement and wondering why Jesus intervened in Magoo’s plan other than “acquiring a sub” motive. “Another thing…” “There is more?” I asked my eyes rolling up in their sockets. “Nothing dramatic… Luke…” Magoo hesitated. “What about him?” “He is my nephew by alliance…” he replied sheepishly. “He married my niece. She’s is the daughter of my younger brother’s second marriage…” I was still caught by the fact Luke was Magoo’s nephew. “He can’t be pozzed, you understand?” a concerned Magoo inquired “I love my niece and wouldn’t want to cause her any harms. I don’t know how you convinced him to go bareback, and even more let him cum in his ass, although you posed any risks. But no more, understood” I nodded feeling guilty for having forced myself on him, to make him cheat his wife. Even more, after the young cop told me while we were cuddling before falling asleep that “he liked it” and “he would mind doing this again with me”. “So, I am not stealthing you, but you would make me really happy if you would let… you know… let me cum in you… I know you have the right to be angry at me, but I came clean as I told Jesus I would. You don’t need to answer me right now. I promised to asked you before I ready to come, and I promised to respect your choice.” I rocked back my hips a couple of time to let him know to start fucking me again. “I’ll let you know my answer when you’ll ask” I replied warmly. It is Saturday noon, and I am waiting in my apartment for sexy Eddy to pick me up. I packed few things in a bag for the weekend. I shall return on Monday after lunch and meet Magoo again. “Max, I’m really closed… I will pull out if you asked me too…” I was exactly where my father told me I would, in the depths of hell and depravity. It didn’t seem so terrible, and final. It was just another path. Fuck my father. “Yes, cum in me. Give me my first poz load.” I asked taking possession of my life. Magoo hadn't really stopped fucking me for my answer. “Unh… I’m closed… Urghh… urghh… urghh… fuck yes… you’re getting it…” Magoo’s voice echoing in the now quiet bathhouse. Afterword Life and death is so irrelevant in this uncertain world. I believe I will find someone to love and care, and be loved in return. I came back from my weekend with Master (still sexy) Eddy and Jesus. I had a great time. I might tell the story one day. University had resumed again, remotely. Eddy offered me a place at his home arguing I would saved money, and feel less lonely. I was conflicted to leave Mr. Magoo, but when I met him, he was already explaining me his next wicked plan… I did not get the fuck flu. At least not the way people described it. I had headaches and some mild fever. Nothing to keep me in bed. Anyway, I went at the clinic to get tested for both HIV and covid. I am awaiting my results. All characters in this fiction exists in real life. Yes, even the wicked Mr. Magoo! Acknowledgement There is a lot of great stories here and many of them were written few years ago. Some unfinished. Amongst some of the recent authors that got me fueled, I would like to mention @mass1ve and @earlystart for their amazing and manipulative stories “Doctor Doug” and “Good Christian boys” respectively. Mass1ve’s “Homewrecker” is also hot. “Lockdown Project” by @swimcrush is also very hot. In another register, @Tanbbottom started a story about the same time as mine titled “Barry, Jason and Chris” which I like a lot. @Gymguy8, @1981virginia, @whthole4u and @ButtB4iGo wrote and still write phenomenal stories. And two last ones, if you like twisted stories, read @socalboi88 “My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place” and @btm4bbrn “Scorpion Bikers” So many to mention!

Part 10 The inevitable was due to happened. Against my will, I had to let go. With a long sigh of disappointment, I lowered my legs. Eddy had stopped rimming me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Eddy’s body crushed mine as he laid on me. Few minutes before, Magoo had rushed out with Jesus in trail as soon as he heard that the “human urinal” found a new way to entertain his crowd in the wet sauna. “So faggot, what’s wrong?” I shook my head. “Unh, uhn…” his lips brushed mine, kissing them softly, “you are a bad liar… tell me what’s wrong” “I’m no faggot…” I said, surprised by my own audacity. He looked at me coldly. “You might be right. I don’t care. I will call you whatever I want, and you shouldn’t care either. If it bothers you, tell me now. I wouldn’t want you to waste my time.” I felt uneasy, but not afraid. For some reason, the calm dominant energy coming from Eddy was flowing in me. The little time I already got with him was even more than what I would have dreamt. I needed to stand for my beliefs even if it means losing a chance to be with Eddy any more in the future. “Yes, it bothers me.” I replied, unsure on how he would react. “Fine.” “Fine?” that’s it, Fine? I thought. And you are going to walk away with just a “Fine” statement? I tried weakly to dislodge myself, to let him know it was time for him to get off me and leave, but he did not move. “So faggot, tell me the truth…?” “I like my ass to be eaten” admitting, and ignoring his arrogance. “to be just eaten… or eaten by me...?” “yeah, I like it… I mean I like it when you were…” “so, it explains why you were grinding your pussy back like a slut in heat.” “Was not…” “Unh, uhn… you were… you’re lying again…” “Was not…” I repeated, not knowing where this conversation was heading. “Oh is that so? he replied mockingly then kiss me like before. “Would you like to spend more time with me?” Another kiss. “yes but…” “no but…” Another kiss. “… but I don’t want to get fuck…” "It's meant to happen..." Another kiss. “… but you are poz…” “so…?” Another kiss. “… but I don’t want to be poz…” “So, is it a yes, slut?” No kiss this time. “Yes” not believing what I said. “Go grab a shower and then, when you are ready and really want me, come and find me. “… but no fuck…” “We will fuck, but before I would like to introduce you with someone special.” “Someone? Who…?” “Tss… Tss… a surprise… if you want more.” “… but no fuck…” “If you say so. You might change your mind, thought.” Since Magoo brought me to the bathhouse earlier today, I got my mind fucked up a few times due to my horniness, to my fear of catching diseases, but mostly due to the poppers. I never did poppers before… I wouldn’t even had done it at home, alone, scared of what ever might happened. As I was trying to postpone as much as possible to delay going back to Eddy (my cock obviously disagreeing with me), for the first time I realized how pathetic I must have look. Here I was refusing to suck, to fuck, to engage, to let go… Just the fact that I was justifying myself proved that my mind was conflicted. Magoo didn’t help. He was the sluttish man alive I knew, all the other ones were fictive personages in gay stories on the web. Purple hair took the showerhead next to mine. “Hey, wassup. I'm Hugo by the way?” he smiled. “Max... There is quite a crowd, tonight? “When we locked the door, the count was 109 guys.” “Locked?” “With the curfew, guys had to come in before 7h30 and can’t leave before 5 tomorrow morning.” “Oh… Isn’t illegal? I mean should the place be closed?” I turned to wash my front. Hugo had filled the space between us, and his fat and soft prick was resting in my ass crack. His hands went around to my chest, soaping from neck to crotch without applying pressure. It was sensual, no sex innuendo. “Yeah totally…” “So what’s about the cops?” “Oh them! nothing… their shift ends at midnight. They will be with us all night… I heard you got fucked…” “Yeah… all-safe thought…” I said. If the news that I got fucked spread this fast, I wanted to make sure that everyone knew that I was playing safe only. “Really…?” he had inserted the tip of a soaped-finger, teasing my hole. “Hmmm… Absolutely” “If I covered up, do I have a chance?” he asked bluntly in a low voice. “I am not sure I can, you are pretty big down there.” “Then you need get some other guys to open you up a little more…” We were interrupted by the big Latino guy who joins us in the shower area. I didn’t mean to stare but this guy had a huge cock - a pussy destroyer. His friend sauntered to the next free shower head. Hugo saw me looking and, at my surprise, embraced me. “Sshhh… Listen to me…” he murmured to me his mouth close to my ear. “Hug me back… like we are lovers… and listen carefully… The big guy is Carlos, he loved to raped guys. Guys like you and me.” I don’t know if it was an act, but purple hair was groping me obscenely now, seriously biting my ear lobe. “But the other guy, Dimitri, is the most dangerous of the two…” His cock had gained some hardness and in a playfully hit and miss mode, Hugo was poking my ass with his cockhead, pretending to search for my hole. “He is a drug dealer and a pimp. A vicious one. He likes to torture, and believe me, you don’t want to mess with him. Now, pretend you need to be somewhere else, and don’t ever let them catch you alone.” With that he pushed me, slapped my ass and sent me on my way. “See you babe…” I decided to venture back to the theater. Most of the guys were engaged. I decided to sit next to a couple actively performing a sixty-nine. The guy closer to me took my hand to the other guy’s ass, then spreaded his cheeks, unveiling a lubed shaved hole. I slipped two fingers in the offered ass and started a slow motion, eliciting an approval moan from both guys. After few minutes, the guys disengaged and left the theater. Back alone, I closed my eyes listening to the moans and grunts around me. As my mind drifted slowly away, a mouth engulfed my unattended cock. Magoo! For a second I thought it must feel exactly like this to be awaken by a blowjob (never happened to me so far!). Magoo was dedicated to stir a load from me, but he only brought me to the edge. “You want to bust that nut? He asked me, looking up while still on his knees. “Yeah…” was the only answer possible at this point. “Good. Lets go back to the room. It’s time for me to fuck that little negative ass of yours and make you shoot this load!”

Part 4 My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan. He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before. He almost scared me. May be I should. It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them. “See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls. No, they are too good for us. They call us poz trolls.” I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard. But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic. “They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral. We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded. "I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful. I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly. “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk. They all are negs! And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.” “Wow, unbelievable” “That’s not all…” “There is more?” “Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.” “Unbelievable” I repeated myself. “And this is where you come into play” “Hun?” “You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon” “No, no way…” “Let me finish” he abruptly said “You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in. And you will fuck him without condom” “But how are you going to poz him? He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…” “We will use the same deception as they do.” “Hun?” “My gawd, you’re slow. After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck. Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.” “Unreal…” “And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me” “He will never agree to it” “That’s your job to make him accept his fate” Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip. “Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier? I can easily go two or three times” “If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss? A pungent smell was assaulting me. “Look at me” he ordered me I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me. “You will not let me down, are you?” I shook my head “Say it out loud” “I won’t” Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips. “Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you. Understood?” “Yes” “Good. Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

Part 3 “I think I’ll go to the pool then warm up in the dry sauna” I said. It took us over an hour and half to do the bathhouse tour, and the place wasn’t huge. Magoo knew a lot of the guys there, greeting each of them and introducing me as his grandson Max… “Call me grandpa” he told me as we started the tour. So, 15 to 20 guys later and four blowjobs he gave, we were back to the room. Luckily, we haven’t seen Mickey and his friend. “You sure? I am going back to the theater for a second service” he stated. He had a semi and was nonchalantly playing with his foreskin, pulling it back over the large cockhead covered in poz precum. He was already on his way when I heard: “Have fun!”. I was tempted to stay in the room. It was only 5 pm, and another 12 hours before we would go back home. I was not able to see myself stuck in the room for so long, so the better got to me and decided to follow my plan and head to the pool. As I closed the door, I noticed a plastic bag next to Magoo’s shoes. I’m not indiscreet by nature, but I was intrigued. A couple of half-full sticky bottles. Lube. A small-to-medium pink butt plug. The plastic object had lost his shine and hasn’t been cleaned properly. It didn’t look new. A dozen of unlabeled brown bottles with yellow or orange-colored caps. Two black ones with a red-dot sticker on it. Poppers, I thought. Most of them look full, no seal. Still in the room, I made sure the door was locked, there was no risk for me to be curious and try one. Whooaa! As I pulled back the yellow bottle. The chemical smell when right through my nose to my brain. I probably sniffed to hard. Lets try again. I took another hit, and it was better. I felt strange, not exactly euphoric, more like in a carnal-envy state, like when I am at home after edging for hours. It made me hornier. I closed the bottle and took the orange one. Fuck!!! The smell was stronger, and I immediately got dizzy. I was grinding my ass back and forth on the small thin mattress. Suddenly, the butt plug was appealing. Hmmmm… I wondered how it would feel. It was definitely larger than any of the few guy who fucked me and my fingers, but with lube and patience I should be able to take it. I am sure that “grandpa” would be smiling at me right now as I my ass ring started to give way at the lubed plug. More lube, I needed more lube. I poured a generous amount of the sticky gooey lube – thicker than mine when I jerked off – in my ass and start working the plug in my butt. My asslips were immediately on fire! I almost regretted to have pushed my fingers deep in my ass. My hole was working overtime and swallowed the plug. Finally, I got it in! I look at my watch, 6h15! It took me over an hour to push the toy in my ass! I was sweating like a pig, clearly exhausted. I fumbled in the plastic bag for poppers with my left hand while I was masturbating with the other one, applying pressure on the butt plug by rocking on the bed. Holy fuck!!! the poppers sent me to another level, I took another hit, maybe two. Honestly, I lost count. I put back the black cap on, heavily breathing before passing out. I was still in the room, naked, Magoo was slowly nursing my cock in his mouth and scarcely moving the plug against my prostate. Every 5-6 strokes, my cock would spit blobs of precum on warm tongue swirling lasciviously around my head. “Oh Oh boy. Your awake now” letting my cock go and standing up. “I guess I fell asleep” “You had fun at the pool?” “The pool?... The pool!... I… I… never got there! I said sheepishly “Well that doesn’t matter, we still have time and I can see you had some fun.” “Oh, the plug! I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t worry. Actually, it was for you. A friend of mine gave it to me” “A friend of yours gave you a plug for me?” “Well, not exactly. He died last month from HIV complication. So I kept it. I don’t have the need for such toy, and I thought you might like to have one. I was going to give it to you, or rather put it in you sometime tonight…” “He died from complication?” “I am not sure what, but for sure he had advanced stage case of syphilis and raging gono that made his dick angry red and delicious to suck on... oh he had a lots of warts. He used to keep a count of them." "Huhn?" "His last count he told me was 179.” “Fuck! Did you wash it since?” “Nah, didn’t have the time and what for? I am not the one using it, is it? I was speechless. “Now lets go, I need to show you our target. Keep the plug in” Magoo was dragging me frankly in the corridor toward the sling section. Mickey was long-dicking his friend cuffed in the sling and blindfolded, bareback of course. A nipple-play was performed by a daddy, mid-forty, in a leather harness. Four other men, closer to grandpa’s age, were aside chatting about covid, almost ignoring the two young men. “There they are.” said Magoo in a low-conspiracy voice, nudging me firmly in the ribs “Who” I replied “The guy in the sling and his friend fucking him” “Mickey?!” I whispered back. He must have heard me because Mickey turns his head and was broadly smiling at me. He gave me a wink and went back fucking his friend, with more force than before, eliciting high-pitched moaning from the bottom friend. “You know him?” Magoo said “Yeah” I responded without giving details, my eyes glued to the slender body of Mickey, rocking nicely back and forth. This wasn’t offensive, it was erotic, highly sensual. I wasn’t jealous, but almost wished it was me that Mickey was fucking. “Even more perfect” Magoo replied. “Lets go grab a drink and finalize the plan” The last view I had was Mickey’s ass tightening as he was working his load deep in his friend’s lucky hole.