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PART 2- UNKNOWN FRIEND TAGGED IN I lay strapped in the swing, my hole wrecked and cum dripping out of it waiting to be released from the swing. i ask "sir can you untie me?" SC: Raw-PDaddy replies: haha oh slut boy il let you go once we are all done. now be a good slut boy and enjoy my friend. his cock is as big as mine maybe bigger. il be nice enough to keep you poppered up cuz he takes a long time to cum. and when he does, your cum slut hole will be quenched. so I took the offer and right as they hit my nose I felt a big cock slapping my hole and again, balls deep. but this time it wasn't bad at all thanks to the first guy keeping me good with the Ps. my cock was pouring out cum from my prostate being pounded. and an hour or so later this guy filled me as much as the first. but didn't pull out. he grunted as he smiled and just kept going. I dont know why but I needed more. to be continued

The lads continued to chat as the match continued with Dave feeling more buzzed with every hit he took. Niall told him that tingling sensation was totally normal but so was sweating. Despite having a couple of cold cans the guys were starting to overheat, leading to Niall losing his t-shirt. Dave hadn't seen him topless before. He couldn't help but stare at his older mates fur covered chest and fit body. As the match was ending Niall decided he'd shower and change leaving Dave in the sitting room. Dave was feeling good and noticed there was still something left in the pipe so took another couple of hits. This really hit him and got his mind racing. He decided to take Niall up on his offer and headed to the bedroom to see if he'd find a pair of boxers to impress the ladies. Niall was just coming out of the shower as Dave was opening the drawer. "Well, well, well, find a pair you like?" In response Dave held up a yellow pair of CK trunks. "Good choice, they'll really show your bulge, throw em on". In no time Dave had stripped below the waste and put on Niall's underwear in front of him. Niall walked toward Dave, cupping his balls, "yep, snug out". The younger man blushed as the older just smirked and gave him a cheeky wink, "They'll all be after a bit of this lad tonight". At that, Niall started to stroke Dave. Dave was suddenly starting to sober a bit as his body couldn't help but react to the helping hand. He started to back away but Niall stayed with him, laughing, "Ha man, you must be horny out". Dave knew Niall was just trying to take the piss but everything he had taken was kicking in and he couldn't help himself. Niall was relentless as Dave kept stepping back, eventually falling back on Niall's bed. Niall released his towel, his own cock now semi hard. He looked at Dave, "Looks like we could both do with this". He pushed Dave down, the teen tried to get up but he was out weighed. The older man slowly started to pull down the underwear. "Just stay calm lad, you'll enjoy it". Dave tried to struggle as Niall lay on top, their cocks pressed together. Niall started to grind against Dave, grunting, telling his apprentice how good it felt. Dave was torn, he felt like crying but was starting to like the feeling of body contact. Both men's pre-cum started to mix on their bellies, staining the shirt Dave never had a chance to remove. Niall moved his face closer to Dave, "See Davey boy, nothing wrong with a couple of mates helping each other out". Dave could only moan in response. Both could feel the tension building in their cocks, Niall coming first. Dave almost came round in the time it took Niall to come down. However the older man used his cum as lube and started to wank the younger to completion before collapsing beside him. The men dozed for a minute or two with Niall getting up and declaring they'd both need another shower before going out and that Dave would probably need to borrow something else to wear.

so im on the prowl. young bubble butt bottom needing some cock. so I opened all the apps and sites I could find. putting out there, "neg bottom bubble butt wanting my ass pounded raw!" that should get some tops. and sure shit my inboxes were full of cock pics. sent one daddy type a message back. SC: Raw-PDaddy he gave me a location and I jetted out my door so fast. my hole has been hungry lol. so I get to the address. and he messages me again, SC: Raw-Daddy- hey u cumslut boy, come in threw the side door, down the stairs, make a right and strip down. il see you in a minute. I did as he told me to, the stairway down was dark except a red light to the right, im halfway naked before I get to the bottom. I turn right and it's a red lit room, swing to the left and some kinda bench thing with straps and an X with straps. I thought, well if you die at least u will die happy lol I heard a voice from behind me say, "ok slut boy, but the blind fold on and pick 1,2,3." yes sir, I said, 2? with a tremble in my voice. "good slut boy." he comes up behind me and grabs my hands behind my back, and omfg I felt his giant cock hitting my butt from behind when we walked forward. he turns me around and lays me in the swing sling thing. my hands strapped tight and my feet too. "now boy, your all mine. I hope you are ready for your tight hole to be wrecked. and Raw is law." I thought he would ease it in, nope he had minimal lube on, and just when balls deep. it hurt bad but I don't know what lube he used but it kinda made the pain go away almost numbed me but then his dick just pound my once tight hole. I then got a hit of poppers and I was flying. I dont know how much time went by. but all of a sudden he started grunting and pulled my head up by him and growled into my ear "your poor slut hole is now mine, and about to be given my toxic cum boy." he pounded hard and BAM! HE RELEASES, ROPES OF CUM. I felt it in my insides now. part 1

Hello Men. Long time admirer, First time poster. A private men's club meets in Denver three days each week. On Wednesday afternoon the turnout was pretty decent. A good mix of ages, body types and top/vers/bottom guys. The atmosphere is bathhouse but without wet areas. It is a fairly small venue so the action is more concentrated. There is a lounge area with couches, an open area with some beds and a sling. The back area is a large room with two large beds. That is where the action really gets going. While some guys prefer to watch, most are there to get busy. The bonus about Wednesday is many guys are on a lunch break so they are quick to cum and go. After watching some anal popper hypno and stretching my ass with some of my more robust toys, I was ready to go full cum slut. Arrived just after the open and quickly got ready in the changing area. To enhance my bottom status I wore my leather bulldog harness, ass open jock and red soccer socks. Went straight to the back room and began cruising. Both beds each had a beefy bottom offering it all up. I sat down next to the one who was already sucking a hot, tall, thin well hung guy. I began to play with the bottoms ass and kept one eye on the guys watching the action. A minute later a middle aged guy with a nice 7 inch hard-on was cruising me. I slid off the bed onto my knees mouth open. Three seconds later the cock was passing through my lips into the back of my throat. I worked on him til he was sloppy wet and asked if he wanted my hole. Yes. I jumped onto the edge of the bed ass up face down. He was at my hole and I pushed back feeling him open me wide. After about five minutes of aggressive fucking, holding firm by the harness and telling me to take his cock, he slapped my ass and said thanks. I turned around and asked to clean him off and he let me suck and lick the lube and ass juices from his rock hard cock. My attention turned to the bottom next to me. I ate his ass while he sucked cock. My cock was fully erect and I decided to top this guy. His ass was ready and I fucked him deep until I went to the edge. Pulled out for a minute and repeated. I was ready for more action. Got cruised by another bottom. This guy was early 40’s with a smaller frame. I am 6’4”, 220#, fit, not ripped, swim/gym bod for perspective. He really wanted my nearly 9 inches of erect manhood. He pleaded for me to go easy and I politely heeded his request. With him on his back, knees up, I locked my arms under his legs and raised his tight little hole to meet my cock. I slipped in just the head. Coaxing him to relax and breathe, I slowly, deliberately pushed deeper. My cock found his second ring and he jumped a bit so I pulled back and let him adjust. Soon I was working into a good rhythm and a few minutes later his eyes rolled back in his head. I asked if he was close and wanted to cum. My motives were purely selfish. CUM. I gave him room to stroke while I fucked him. Less than a minute later I could feel his ass throbbing as he moaned and began to shoot. He kept saying I am still cumming as he shot 3!4!5!6 times over his chest and stomach. After squeezing the last few squirts, I pulled out, buried my face in his abs and began to lick all the cum from his sweaty stomach and chest. He tasted fantastic. When I was done my chin and nose were wet with semen. I was still rock hard but needed to get fucked. Went back to the bed action and cruised a mature daddy type with a smaller cock. I am mostly a bottom and all tops are welcome. He was ready and I went face down and ass up to give the best angle for depth. His fingers slipped into my hole and he worked the in and out, back and forth til he was satisfied. He lined up and pushed all the way in. I made sure to push back and clamped down with my ass muscles. He was fucking me and I was getting vocal encouraging him to go harder and use my tight hole. I sensed he might be the first so I worked hard for his load. He was riding me and I made sure he felt me tighten on the pull back. His pace increased and I loudly said breed me daddy. Fill me with your seed. Breed me. Breed me. He slammed into me and I knew he was unloading. He pumped me a few times while breathing heavy. He stayed in deep for a minute while he caught his breath. I tightened down as he pulled out and swung around. I gobbled up his cock in my mouth and tasted all the goodness. He was sensitive and I squeezed out one last drop before he thanked me and disappeared behind the wall of men watching and stroking. Load #1! The well hung guy from before was there. He was easily my length but thicker. I asked him if he wanted my ass and he stepped forward. This time I went ass up over the corner of the bed to give him maximum control.Thank goodness I had used my biggest dildo, the 8x2, because this guy was about that thick. As he lined up, I took a big hit of some quality Amyl poppers from the EU. I held it as his head pushed against my hole. POP. He was past my first ring and slowly pushing til he was balls deep. He held there as I hit the poppers again. Using my ass muscle to squeeze him, he understood the signal and began. Between his manhood and my cum slut attire, a nice crowd began to watch, stroking. His hands grasped my hips and he methodically plowed me deep. I did my best to squeeze him and push back into him. A good rhythm developed between us and the pace quickened. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with an audible smack. More poppers and I was in ecstasy. I begged him to gape my ass and show it off. He pulled his cock out and slammed it home about 6 times. When he pulled out again, the guy next to him was like Holy Shit. He rammed home and pulled out and I could feel the cool air just inside my hole. One time, someone grabbed the lube bottle and pumped a few good size squirts right into my hole. The stud went back in and pumped me hard and fast. I sensed the change in his cock head, the feeling like there is a knot. A few thrusts later and he unloaded. He kept pumping my hole as his balls emptied before coming to a rest balls deep. Load #2. After he pulled out I asked to clean him and he offered my mouth to his dripping cock. I made sure all of the cum and lube was licked and sucked off his amazing manhood before thanking him for an amazing fuck. With the show over, for now, I got quickly got hard and entered a bottom on the other bed. I fucked him and in a few minutes I was close. Over the next five minutes I used his hole to edge my dick. Another guy moved behind me an pinched my nips while I plowed the bottom. It was too early to cum, so I paused and turned to kiss the guy behind me. As we kissed, he kept after my nips and my hand went to his cock. He was a nice size, maybe a hair better than average. I asked if he wanted my hole. Yep! He wanted me on my back. My legs went up, knees to my shoulders. He climbed aboard and his cock slid right in. He fucked me with gusto, pausing to bite my nips. I moaned and squirmed under his body but he had me locked on his cock. He fucked me this way for about five minutes before pulling out and slapping my ass. I told him when he was ready to cum, I wanted it in my ass. He said we"ll see. The crowd had grown to about 25 guys and I figured it was sling time. After climbing aboard, I didn't have to wait long. A decent looking, fairly muscular late 30's guy walked up and slid his 7" cock deep inside. He began to pump away and I hit the poppers several time. I asked one of the guys watching to pinch my tits hard. My nips were getting a nice workout while I got plowed. This guy was hit my ass for a few minutes before moving on. But, I didn't stay empty for more than a few seconds. An older dad pressed against my hole with his average cock. I pushed back and he was inside. My gut told me he was retired, married and needed to bust a nut. I clamped down while he thrust inside. Maybe a minute later, he came hard. Load #3. After a bit, I was face down, ass up on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a pillow to cover my head and waited. About half a dozen guys fucked me over the next half hour. I wasn't sure how many if any came in my ass. I went back to the sling and confirmed Load #4 appeared. He was a beefy Latin guy with a healthy sized uncut cock. I hit the poppers and let him take me. He was aggressive from the start. Pulling the sling and me onto his cock. I had that very full feeling and could feel cum running down my crack. He pounded away and while I kept snorting away at the Amyl. Lightheaded, I could feel my hole getting wrecked. I encouraged him to give me his all and he didn't disappoint. Soon I was begging for his cum. Breed me! Fill me up! I want your seed deep in me! With a few grunts and obvious thrusts, I knew he was unloading. Push it in deep I moaned out. He stayed in for a minute before sliding out and slapping me on the ass. By this point the crowd had dwindled to a few last bottoms. I held out hope for one more load, but to no avail. When I finally got dressed, I was the last man in the club. More posts to follow...

This isn't my story but one told to me by a buddy. He's happy for me to share. I may add some additional parts after but they'll just be my fantasies. Names have been changed and locations altered. This is a bit of a slow burner but it does get good. I'm just trying to recount what I was told in as much detail as possible. At nineteen Dave dropped out of university in his first year. Having gotten through secondary school with the help of his teachers he thought he was safe enough to drink his way through college and pass too. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out, nor did the back up plan of becoming a professional rugby player. Dave played through school and college and was good but just not good enough. But, because of his sports days he was a built lad; 5ft 10, broad, short cropped fair haired and blue eyes. He didn't have a six pack but is built like a brick shit house. Between his looks qnd popularity he never had an issue pulling girls but he had always been curious since mutually wanking with a mate when he was in his early teens. He figured it was just a phase but still always took a peek in the showers and admired guys on nights out. Anyway after leaving college he retuened home to his small, fairly rural, Irish town. His parents didn't take long to get sick of his lack of motivation and, after a couple of weeks his father arranged for him to do an apprenticeship in carpentry with a guy he knew through his own work. Dave was gutted, he hadn't much interest but agreed when he was basically told it was that or get out and fend for himself. About a week after he was given the news Dave met his new boss Niall. Niall was in his early 30s, about 6ft, lean but muscular body, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a decent 5 o'clock shadow. Dave remembers feeling odd the first time he met Niall, he didn't realise it was attraction at the time, just figured it was admiration for the guy who looked so well kept. "Alright lad, how's it goin?" Niall stuck out his hand to greet Dave. "Uh grand thanks" came the younger man's reply. "So your father tells me you're interested in carpentry, have you done much of it before?" Niall enquired. "Just a bit in school, and a couple of bits at home, but I was decent enough" said Dave. Niall just laughed and, after some conversation they agreed that Dave would assist with helping to finish off a kitchen unit for the week and, after that they'd see how if Dave would stay on. The project was a success, Dave impressed Niall and surprised himself at how much he enjoyed the work. Niall was quite an easy going guy and they got on well. Usually Friday's included a couple of pints after work before Niall dropped Dave home. During this time the two got to know each other well. Niall heard about Dave's rugby "career" and that he hadn't a steady girlfriend since secondary school, he figured college would provide plenty of women. In turn Dave learned that Niall had previously been engaged but it didn't work out. He had his own place on the outskirts of town and was fond of a bit of weed every now and then to relax. It was on one of those Fridays that things got interesting. After a particularly long day Niall said he felt like something stronger and took a joint out of the pocket of hos van. "You don't mind?", he asked Dave. "Nah man you're fine". "You wanna drag?" Dave was unsure, he'd never tried weed, or any drugs, but Niall reassured him it'd be fine. Dave always seemed to find it hard to say no Niall and took his first puff. "Trust me, it's great for the wind down" Niall told him. The two then discussed weekend plans; Dave's buddies all had deadlines for college so he was having a quiet one. Niall suggested he join him in town, he was going to watch a match and figured Dave might be up for it. Dave agreed but he had training that Saturday and would be running late. "No hassle" Dave told him, bring your stuff, you can shower and change at mine". Saturday came and it was a miserable day, non stop rain from morning. By the time Dave finished training he was soaked and miserable. He wasn't in much of a mood go to Niall's but felt obliged. When he pulled up, Niall answered the door in tight black t-shirt that showed off his body, grey joggers and white socks. "Fuck, you look like a drown rat" he said as Dave came in. He showed him to the bathroom and how to use the shower. I'll continue with the story later. There is chem play coming but like I say this took time to kick off.

I don't know if I'm the only one, but when it comes to personality, nothing turns me on more than a guy that's a completely uninhibited slut who's also tender hearted and kind! I remember hooking up with this beefy muscle daddy a few years ago, and he caught me off guard when he told me he moved back to Michigan to take care of his mom. I got so hard right after he said that and pumped 4 four more loads into him! Can anyone else relate?

My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

Dave finished showering and heard Niall shout that he could use his bedroom to change. He had gel and aftershave if Dave needed it. He took the offer and looked around Niall's room. A queensize bed at the centre with a dresser. At the end of the bed a shelf and mirror with various scents and products. As Dave approach he noticed a discarded pair of jocks on the ground. This fascinated him. He recalled seeing plenty of lads jocks before, in the changing rooms. Bit that admiration he felt for Niall just came back. He picked up the purple calvin kleins and took a closer look. He noticed some stains in the crotch and got a shiver. He threw them down again and got himself ready to watch the rugby game. As he came down stairs he found Niall sitting on the couch smoking what he thought was weed in a small glass pipe. "Weird looking bong man, never seen one like that". Niall gave a half laugh and explained that it was something a little stronger. He told Dave as it was so bad out he felt like having a pick me up before heading out and offered some to the apprentice. Dave hesitated at first, he wondered what the effects would be. Niall explained that it was just gonna help him relax for the night ahead and would keep him going while clubbing. As had happened on previous occasions Dave followed Niall's advice. The two men then sat down and agreed to watch the first half of the match before venturing further. As the first half progressed the two men took turns at the pipe between them, commenting on play. Niall commented on the size of the men, complimenting Dave on his body, "you're big, but not fat or the like". Dave loved getting praise from the older man he admired and returned the favour telling Niall he kept himself well. Niall put it to Dave he must have seen plenty in the changing rooms though, explaining that he mostly worked, went to the gym and pool and normally no one really parades around in the leisure centre. Dave agreed and then laughed as he commented that he saw plenty of jocks thrown around the place too, like yours upstairs. He suddenly stopped and apologised, saying the pipe must be going to his head. Niall told him not to worry. It makes a fella chatty and that they were just underwear. It was at this point Dave admitted his own underwear was just generic stuff and he needed to invest. Niall laughed, offered him the pipe again and in a serious tone said "Well man, if ya like, I've plenty pairs upstairs. You're free to try em for the night". Dave coughed out of shock, Niall calmly continued to explain that if he pulled a woman might find his stuff more sexy than some random pound shop job. He told Dave think about it while they watched the match and refilled the pipe. "Too wet to head just yet man, might as well have a bit more".

Moderator's Note: Chapters 8 and 9 were mistakenly posted out of order. Chapter 9 which used to be here was moved to the end of Chapter 8, so the next post now contains both these chapters.

I have had quite a few requests to expand on the three grandsons mentioned in the last chapter sphere we go I************************************************************************************************************ Robert had a great childhood. His Dads were the best and then there was Grandpa Paul and his husband Carl. Robert and his brother/cousins called Paul “Papi” and Carl “Gramps” Robert’s real name was Bobby Jr. but he insisted on being called Robert. His hair was a dark auburn unlike his Dad’s lighter ginger hair. He had the darkest hair in the family except for Gramps, who was bald but who’s beard grew in coal black. He got his darker hair from the woman who gave birth to him. She had been a surrogate hired by Dad and Papi and had never been a part of his life after the birth. He didn’t even know her name nor did he want to. He had two brothers who were actually his cousins but they had been raised together. He knew his family was stranger than most. Lots of kids had two dads nowadays, but he didn't know anyone else whose two dads were also brothers like him and his brother. Tony had been named for a man who had helped Papi rescue his dads and uncle Marc. Shae was Marc an Sean’s son and lived with them in one of the other houses They called their home “The Village” and it was a walled compound with five smaller houses surrounding the main house Carl had it built when they decided to sell the house his Dad’s had lived in with Martin Gramps and Papi lived in the main house, His dads and he lived in another and Marc, Sean and Shae lived in a third. The other three were well kepy up but empty “That’s where you boys will live once I claim you” Papi told them but wouldn’t say what that meant He spent a lot of time at Uncle Buster and Aunt Martin’s place, Their condo was just a short bike ride away. “Aunt Martin” was what they called the strange, timid, reclusive man who lived with Uncle Buster. The two had gotten married in prison and had been released on the same day back when Robert was 11. Uncle Buster was a lot of fun. When Robert and his brothers were small they used his broad shoulders as diving platforms in the pool and he could toss a boy from the shallow end to the deep end with ease. He taught the boys to play poker and a lot of words they were not supposed to know, though he was a little vague about what they actually meant Aunt Martin was not fun, he would retreat to the bedroom when the boys visited Uncle Buster. He was never rude he just didn’t want to be around anyone but Uncle Buster Robert knew the basics of the story though the adults involved omitted a great deal. It was hard to think of Aunt Martin as a threat to anyone, One day when he was 16. Almost 17 he dropped by for a visit, He had been growing to look more like his dad Bobby in the face, everyone told him that. Aunt Martin started to head for the bedroom when he got there but stopped and turned to look at him more closely A strange, sharper look came into his eyes and he muttered “Should have been mine” under his breath The glare Uncle Buster shot Aunt Martin looked so out of place on Buster’s normally jovial face that it scared Robert a little and Aunt Martin flinched visibly “Robert, why don’t you head on home? I need to have a discussion with your Aunt” He said and he sounded pissed off Robert left quickly “It looks like someone needs to be reminded of their place” he heard Uncle Buster say as he closed the door A few days later as they all gathered for his 17th birthday party Aunt Martin seemed to limp a little and his eyes had returned to that normal slightly confused look. Robert never saw that sharpness in his eyes again All the adults always told the boys that Papi “Owned” them all though they never explained exactly what that meant. Robert just knew that every important decision about their lives was made by Papi and no one ever questions those decisions. All discipline also came from Papi. When Robert misbehaved as a child it was Papi who decided his punishment, which was usually time restricted to his room with only books for company. As he got older it was also time restricted from using his phone. Everyone learned to obey Papi without question and things went smoothly most of the time Robert was a bit of a nerd and seemed a bit uptight. He always wore a well fitted, ironed and starched, button up shirt that showed off his swimmer's build, sleek body well The day after his 18th birthday his Dads, Bobby and Mike asked him to get dressed in the new clothes Papi had bought him, they looked like what he normally wore but were a bit snugger They took him to the main house and into the room on the top floor none of the boys were allowed to go into. There was a lot of strange furniture in there and Papi sat against the far wall, in a throne like chair Papi was 65 now and with today’s expanded life expectancies that was barely considered middle aged. Most likely he was still in the first half of his life, He looked about the same age, Robert’s dads who appeared to be 30ish and he wore an outfit made all of tight black leather. He sat casually with his legs a little open and Robert noticed that his crotch was covered by a codpiece that bulged out quite a bit and was held on by snaps Gramps looked about 40 and was wearing only a leather jockstrap. He was kneeling next to the throne with his hands behind his back. Robert’s dads stripped down to similar jocks and went to kneel beside him in the same position “Have a seat” Papi told hun indicating a plain chair facing the throne and he sat as comfortably as he could. He had some vague idea of what happened in here between his dads and Papi. He would have to be really dense not to. If brothers could be lovers why not fathers and sons? “First of all, what you learn in here is not for your brother’s ears. These are adult matters and they will learn when they are adults” Papi started Papi told him the full story of his problems with Martin and he finally understood why Uncle Buster had been so mad that day. “Martin had not given your dad’s a choice. He forced them into slavery but they chose me over him. Marc had made that decision by the time he was 14. I want to own you and train you as my sexual slave like your dads are but I will not force you. You can say no and everyone will accept it.” Papi said “If you do say no you can continue to live here until you finish college and get on your feet. You will be welcome to visit any time you want after that and will always be welcome but any adult male who wants to live here permanently must be my slave and surrender control of their lives to me” Papi went on “If you say yes it’s a decision you can’t unmake, You will be my property for as long as we both live and if I pass you will become the property of your Uncle Marc. He’s the most like me and my chosen heie” he said “If you chose to become my slave you give up the right to make your own life decisions, I will choose who and if you marry, I will chose where you go to college and what you study or even if you go at all. I will control your cosmetic appearance with no restrictions, tattoos, piercings, and other modifications” he indicated the enlarged nipples on both his dad's chests. Robert had seen them many times before naturally bot they took on new meaning now “You will also serve me sexually in any way I see fit, I will place you in bondage and teach you to endure pain for me. Most importantly you have to accept that I will infect you with HIV. I am poz and very toxic and so are all the other adult males in the family so you would ger infected eventually anyway. We never use condoms or pull out. Those are your choices Robert, You can say no now and come back to submit at any time so I am not rushing you" Papi finished “Before I decide, can I ask questions and make a request?” Robert asked “Of course” Papi said “If I accept do I have to fuck other men? I know I will get fucked but do I have to fuck them?” “No, I don’t force anyone to top but why wouldn’t you want to?” Papi asked “I have seen you all by the pool in your swim suits and to be honest I don’t measure up” Robert said in his nerdy clinical voice that he used when he was explaining things to the olde members of the family, like how to use the TV remote. It was almost 2060 and those things were still confusing as hell to most people He showed no sign of embarrassment when he stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out a proportionally thick 5 inch cock, It was what nature had given him, why should he be embarrassed? “With all you monsters around who would want this in them?” he asked Grams spoke up “Robert, what you have there we call a prostate pounder in the fucking business. It’s the perfect length for prostate stimulation. I actually think you will be a very popular top around here. Big looks nice and it feels great in different ways but getting pounded by that would be pure heaven. Try it before you give up the idea” Robert did blush at that but his cock got hard at the thought of fucking his Gramps' furry muscle ass “Ok. if you think I can make people feel good” he said a little flustered then he went on “You know that reproductive technology has taken leaps and bounds over the last couple decades, Men can have babies together now and men can even carry babies now, their own or as a surrogate” he said Robert always kept up on this kind of thing. He waned to study genetics and biometrics and join the team making all those advancements someday “Where are you going with this Robert?” Papi asked “I have been spending a lot of time with Uncle Buster, He has some health issues now and so does Aunt Martin, Papi, he wants to have a baby with Aunt Martin and they can’t, both for the health reasons and because he doesn’t know how Aunt Martin would react to being pregnant. He’s not to stable as it is. For the same reasons he knows they could not raise a baby with him but he wants to leave a part of Aunt Martin and he in the world when they are gone someday” Robert said “Papi, I want to surrogate for them and raise the baby here. If I like carrying a baby or even just don’t mind it I can become the family surrogate. When we use female surrogates and IVF we take a chance of producing female children, I can keep it all in the family!” He rushed on Paul stared at Robert open mouthed, what had he done to deserve such a wonderful, selfless grandson? He glanced at Bobby and Mike and saw tears of pride running don their faces “You know, any children yu have will be given the same choice you were when they turn 18” he asked Robert nodded ****************** A brief explanation of male “pregnancy” A man did not carry a baby inside his body like a woman though it looked like he did A man wore something called a “synth skin” which was like a bodysuit that covered him from his toes to his fingers and cut off at the neck. When he put it on it looked very much like nylon stocking material but quickly took on the appearance of the man’s own skin and settled just below the body hair except where the baby would be carried, where it cleverly grew matching body hair and it appeared seamless. Once it was settled you could not tell a man had it on, There were hole for the anus and tip of the penis naturally The synth skins of this era came with a gel like substance that contained the fertilized egg, held in status till the process was complete. The synth skin tapped directly into the tiny blood vessels that fed the skin to provide nourishment for the baby and to build a "womb". It also rearranged the body fat to provide a cushion around the baby to prevent chafing for the surrogate and protect the baby. It was the one drawback to this. A week after you started you looked about halfway along, you were definitely “showing” The baby was technically carried outside a man’s body against his abdomen, When the baby was full term a simple, mild bath of some chemicals dissolved the synth skin and left over fat and there was your baby. It should be noted that many women said with disgust “Men always get it easier” when they learned the delivery method but when asked if they wanted a similar method developed for women declined,, preferring the old way. Women are strange One benefit was that any scarring on the body, no matter how sever was gone when the synth skin dissolved. You emerged from your surrogacy with perfect, unblemished skin and no stretch marks. The women bitched about that too ************** “I will have to talk to Buster and Martin but I have no problem with that if they agree. Are their any more questions?” Paul asked “No Papi, I accept, I have wanted this for a long time, I had it pretty much figured out by the time I was 16” Robert said “What do I do” “Go ahead and finish taking off your pants then come kneel before me” Papi ordered Robert did so then looked up at his slightly feminine looking Papi Paul leaned forward and rubbed the boy’s nipple through that tight button up shirt, pinching it and getting a gas from his grandson’s lips “He is going to look so hot in these shirts once we pump his nipples out isn’t he Mike?” Paul asked Mike smiled and nodded, his own nipples still stuck out nearly an inch and he took pride in them now “Are you going to make the as big as Daddy Mike’s” Robert asked sounding excited “Would you like that?” Paul asked Robert swallowed then nodded looking up into his grandfather’s eyes “I'm going to make you wear tight shirts like this all the time. Even in public. You won’t be able to hide it” Paul said “I think they will notice the belly first” Robert said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes “I want my second baby to be my Uncle too. I want a baby with you Grandpa” “If we can do it safely for the baby” Paul told him Robert knew they could. The rigorous screening of the sperm of two genetically related men who wanted a baby together removed all possibility of genetic birth defects, Moreover, preliminary studies of these children, the first of which were young adults now, showed that they were usually highly intelligent and physically fit. They were no better or worse looking than other children though. The genetic screening was for possible health issues. It didn't preclude your baby from getting great grandpa Harvey’s huge nose if that’s what the genetic dice rolled. Luckily they had a really good looking family The same screening was now being done for all male/make babies, It just made sense now that the method had been perfected Paul unsnapped his codpiece and let his straining poz cock free then he took a handful of his grandson’s auburn hair and guided him to it. The boy opened his mouth and sucked like a first time cock sucker, he would learn in time to do better. Paul pushed into his throat and the boy only had a minimal gag reflex which was good "I'm going to piss in your mouth Robert and I want you to swallow it all" he told the surprised boy, then let loose Robert got most of it though some dribbled down his chin onto his shirt. He found he didn't mind the taste that much and started sucking harder when Papi was done The normal procedure was to immobilize a boy for his first fuck but Paul was so moved by his grandson’s selflessness that he made an exception, He stripped off Robert’s shirt and took the boy to the bed against the far wall He had Robert lay on his back and hold his legs up as he slid on top of him and gently worked the head of his huge cock inside. Robert bit his lip as it popped in groaning in pain but looking excited Paul paused then slowly began rocking forward just a bit and little by little entered this special boy who had just committed to him his life and devotion Robert was soon gasping in pleasure as his Papi slid almost 10 inches of rock hard HIV positive cock into his virgin neg ass “Ohhh God! Fuck me Grandpa! Knock me up like you knocked up my Dad!” he groaned Paul picked up the pace and his balls slapped that ass and lower back as he pushed Robert’ hips further off the bed, really plowing the boy “Here comes Grandpa’s poz load! I’m going to infect you and claim you forever! You are MINE!” Paul groaned as he shot his toxic viral load into his son’s son, filling his hole with family seed Robert stroked a couple times and shot all over his stomach and chest then scooped it up and licked his fingers Grandpa kissed him sharing his cum and the pulled out. Daddy Bobby took his place “I Have wanted to be in you on this day as long as I can remember Son. It's been 18 years in the coming but it was worth the wait” he said as he slid his cuck in to Robert’s charged cum lubed hole and kisses him hard “I want it too Dad. I love you, fuck you feel so good in me!” Robert said pulling his father down for a another kiss Bobby quickly added his poz load to Paul’s then Daddy Mike took his place between his nephews legs “Do you know how long I have wanted to do his?” Robert said as he played with and pulled on Mike’s nipples while he was getting fucked by him Daddy Mike grinned “I will help you with yours, We will get them nice and pumped soon” He said, then he added a third poz load to Roberts cum filled ass Finally Gramps, who had the biggest cock there slid in “Don’t cum while I am fucking you” He grinned down at Robert, He shot his pox load in just a couple minutes then rolled onto his back, raising his own legs “Show me what you can do! Really pound me! You aren’t going to hurt me and I need a good prostate pounding” he said Robert took him at his word and rammed his 5 incher all the way in. Gramps sucked n a hissing breath through his teeth “Fuck your cock is perfect! You hit it on the first thrust!” he groaned Robert fucked him as hard as he could and got that same hiss with every thrust! Gramps' cock rose all on it’s own and as Robert bred his first ass ever it erupted, spewing cum everywhere without Gramps touching it at al Back outside the dungeon Robert’s brothers pestered him for details and he loved their looks of disgust and frustration when he told them it was “Adult stuff” and they would just have to wait until they were adults. He smiled as they stalked off angrily ************* Paul went by to see Buster and Martin the next day “I need to talk to you both” he said as Martin started to rise to go in the bedroom “Stay where you are” Buster told his wife and he sank back into his chair, the look he gave Paul was not so friendly “Glad to see you are actually with us today Martin” Paul said as Martin looked away “Robert tells me you two want to have a baby” he said “I don’t see what business of yours that is” Martin muttered “He’s really with it today, He almost sounds like the Martin I married” Paul said to Buster “It comes and goes. I need to fuck him, he calms down after that. And yes I would love to have a son with Martin I truly love him, but you can see why we can’t and even if we did I could never leave him alone with the baby. I don’t think he would harm it but neglect is a real possibility” Buster said sadly “Robert has volunteered to surrogate for you and raise the baby at The Village where you could be a part of it’s life” Paul told them Buster got all misty eyed but Martin just muttered “You just want MY son. You want revenge!” Martin was sitting in a chair with his feet up on an ottoman. Paul shoved his feet to the side and sat facing him but Martin turned his face away “Look at me Martin!” he said gently then turned the man’s chin and looked him in the eyes “It’s been over 30 damn years since this all started. Will you fucking get over it? Will I try to make your son serve me? Damn right I will! But I won’t FORCE him like you did my boys. I will give him a choice and support him either way it goes. My grandson is offering his own body to help you and Buster out. Can’t you just accept that? iI not for your sake, for Busters?” Martin yanked his face away and his eyes fell on Buster who looked hopeful and hurt at the same time and his eyes softened “I want you to know this while you know it’s the real me talking Buster, I love you, Me, Martin, the real person in this body. I love you. I know why you keep me so controlled. The Darkness in my mind tells me to do terrible things when you don’t. If you want a baby with me then I will be happy to do my part” Martin said “For you, not for him” He said looking at Paul “I promise to make sure he is raised well and to give him a choice, Martin and you will probably be there to see it all” Paul said in a soft voice Of course they didn’t know Buster and Martin only had about 5 years left at that time They named the baby Buster Jr and he was the only person besides his husband Martin cared for in the world, He would sit and hold Jr. as he slept like the baby was his anchor to sanity, Jr was four when his real dad’s passed but everyone made sure he never forgot them and no one ever said an ill word to him about Martin as he grew up ******************************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think Scanbu

Yesterday was contacted by an old fuck buddy who was in town Asked if I was free Sure and he came over He is about 40’and has a wonderful dick In about 5 min we were in my bed and his dick was in my ass He is a wonderful fuck who can time his thrust to my breathing we fucked three times and of course all his cum wanting my ass The last time we fell asleep with his dick in my ass when we woke up I could feel him getting hard again Nothing like a morning load wonderful time and I had five loads of his cum in me

Don't know about the *best* but the *worst* orgies/sex parties I've been to are where you get two or three greedy cumdumps who think they can monopolize all the action and try to ruin it for the rest of us! 🤬 Shouldn't be allowed. Share and share alike, I say! 😁

No condemnation of anyone’s choices; but I’ll confess that I was cheated-on in what was supposed to be a committed monogamous relationship and it totally and completely devastated me. The suckiest part of it was that I wouldn’t have objected to a non-monogamous relationship or an uncommitted one; he was the one who romanced me into it. It was so bad that I couldn’t be in any kind of relationship other than casual fucking for almost ten years. I was that damaged. The odd effect of it was to keep me for six months from making a move on the man who is now my husband. When we first met he was very flirty; but he was so interesting to me (and hot as fuck) that I didn’t want to risk putting a match to the dude he lit in me. We went on seeing each other in regular activity where he worked in a restaurant for over six months and my feelings grew as well as my desire. When he finally direct propositioned me it was because it was his last day at the restaurant. I told him yes and told him it was because I liked him too much and couldn’t risk a relationship. He said, “Works for me because I really want to fuck your brains out and we probably won’t see each other again. I can’t have relationships because every one ended-up in me being cheated on.” We opened our relationship to mutual play three years ago; but we’re still 100% committed to each other and even though it’s “in the rules” for us to play separately if we want we rarely do and always tell each other.

Yesterday must have been the night for “stop-by” fucks; we had a similar occurrence but in reverse. A hot fuck-bud of ours texted when we were getting into the car to meet some friends for dinner. “I’m horny and I can’t get up” My husband looks at the text, shows it to me, and says, “Vito’s on the way to the Chart House.” While that wasn’t technically true I said, “We’re way early anyway.” Kent laughs and says, “For dessert maybe.” To which I said, “That looks like dessert to me.” I texted Vito that we were on our way, our dinner friends that we might be “a bit late,” and my husband and I went on making lame jokes about our horny fuck-bud and what we’d find when we got there. What we found was more than we expected. He told us to come around to the pool and there he was on a lounge in the 85° with the sun low in the sky; and his hole was running with cum! Well we all know what happens when a cummy hole is in range! Right there in his very in-private back yard we mounted and spit-roasted that horny bitch on his thankfully sturdy pool-side lounge. He took two loads from my husband, one from me, and he blew a rather sizable (for someone who’d been fucked repeatedly before we got there) one himself which I greedily ate. We all jumped in the pool when we were done and sweaty and stinking beyond belief. The heat hadn’t gone down any because the sun was still on us. We noticed for the first time that neighbors on one side were outside barbecuing; hope they enjoyed the show! Vito offered us his shower to really clean-up but we both said we’d just rinse the chlorine in the outdoor shower and not soap away any of the residuals of our fun. When we got to dinner a mouthy lesbian friend saw us a bit less put together than usual and shouted in the restaurant, “I KNEW IT! They were fucking!” She didn’t know the half of it. Vito texted us a bit later. “Wanna stop by for dessert?”

THE BIGGEST TOOL Chapter 1: Force of Habit As he felt the rim of the younger guy’s hole snap tight around his cock, he grunted, “Fuck, yeah.” Slowly he slid his meat deeper in between those lush ass mounds, sinking into the guy’s tunnel. It was a long struggle because his dick wasn’t short, and it wasn’t thin. The slim, young blond man under him was struggling to make room for it. He kept the pressure on steadily until the moment when something gave way and he was finally able to sink himself all the way inside, his hip bones resting against his partner’s glutes. He gave the guy another minute to get used to the intruder in his body, and then roused up, lifting his body into the air on his muscled forearms as he began pumping up and down, pulling his cock out and then driving it back in. The bottom twisted and moaned, half in pain and half in ecstasy, as the monster cock plunged into him repeatedly. This youngster was trying harder than some of them did. He really was making an effort to work his hole around the top’s dick of death, but it was a losing battle. He was stretched so far that he couldn’t command his ass muscles to work. The top stud laid himself down along the young blond’s back, tangling his fingers in the longish blond hair and forcing his legs wider apart to give himself more room. In this position, he could pump really hard and fast, building up to a rapid tattoo of loud smacks that roused echoes all through the room. “Fuck, man – it’s so fucking huge. You’re splitting me in two. Porn scenes with dialogue like that are a dime a dozen, but in this case it was at least believable. That massive tool looked like it was almost a third the size of the bottom boy’s entire waist. The bottom was experienced, definitely, and had been plowed by a lot of big dicks, but this one took things into another league altogether. This blond guy wasn’t the first, and he wouldn’t be the last, to say that he felt like he’d lost his cherry all over again after getting his cheeks pried open by that massive ass-splitter. Not that it really mattered. The man plundering his butt was an expert, and he knew exactly how to show his bottoms a good time while getting his own rocks off inside them. Some tops might fake an orgasm from time to time, but this man never did. He was thorough, he was an expert, and he knew exactly how to make his partner cum, as well as making himself cum – and cum on a grand scale. He never let them down He pulled out then, grabbing the bottom and flipping him over with a snarled, “On your back! Now!” The bottom obediently complied, lifting his legs into the air over his head so that his hole was totally visible to the cameras, the gaping opening mercilessly illuminated by the brilliant lights. His mouth was gaping open too, gasping for air after the pounding he’d already taken, while knowing that the worst was yet to happen. The top planted his knees further apart so the cameras would get a clear shot as he leaned down and started pushing his way inside that quivering ass-pussy again. Slowly, but with force, he pushed inch after inch of his enormous tool all the way inside the younger guy’s tunnel. As he resumed his determined fucking, the shadowy figures beyond the reach of the lights watched the scene with a mixture of reactions. The younger ones displayed various degrees of awe – particularly the first-time camera guy whose own cock was out and rock-hard. The reactions ran the gamut from there to the producer, a white-haired veteran of the trade who’d been making porn flicks for nearly half a century. He smiled with satisfaction at the realization that this awesome top man, even after all these years, was the most striking performer he’d ever seen. The pounding strokes were getting harder and harder now, plunging down more forcefully and ripping upwards more sharply. The stud’s breath came in harsh gasps as he took what he wanted, riding hard and deep in the younger man’s ass and getting ready to breed his hole. The younger guy groaned and cried aloud as the pounding reached his limit of endurance. But this too the top understood. He closed his eyes and his mind to all else but the sensation of that widely stretched hole grabbing and stroking his man meat. In just a few more strokes, he roared, “Cumming inside you!” “Fuck, yeah, stud, fill me up!” He drove in, one last ferocious stroke, and then held it there as his shaft shuddered, convulsed, pumped out one massive squirt of sperm after another. After three shots, he pulled out, sprayed the next three over the bottom’s firm round cheeks and throbbing crotch, and then drove back in to pump the last four or five squirts deep into the asshole. Then the bottom grabbed his own tool, yanking on it fiercely for about twenty seconds until it shot a fountain of cum up onto the straining abs of the man who had just bred him. At last it was finished. He drew that long, thick shaft up and out, eyeing (not without a touch of smugness) the slow tidal wave of man cream that poured out of the hole and down the bottom’s taint. He used his cock to scoop it up, and then forced it all back inside the younger guy’s gaping ass – cock, cum, and all. Only then did he lean down and close in to exchange a few kisses with the bottom. After a minute he eased out again, Then, feeling his thighs beginning to strain to hold him steady, he flopped down onto his back, letting his dick fall back down and dribble out the last bits of cum onto his washboard abs. And with that, from the back of the room, a voice called, “That’s a wrap.” The man who had once been Adrian Pennyfather lay there, slowly catching his breath back, as his partner tentatively lifted himself up and off the bed before heading off to the shower to clean himself and soothe his aching, defeated hole. “Be with you in a minute, Sven,” he called after the bottom’s retreating bottom. “Great job – as always!” The producer’s congratulations were heartfelt “Thanks, Mike.” The words were formulaic. He knew that he had given a good performance; he always did. He understood thoroughly that a big dick didn’t make a porn star. It was at least as much a question of attitude, a professional approach to the job to be done. This he had mastered years ago, and it was his attitude and thorough approach to his work, even more than the size of his cock, which had producers and directors lining up to sign him. In a few more moments he’d join Sven in the shower room, helping to ease him down from the intensity of the scene and sympathizing with the sore ass which he had stretched so badly. Right now, though, he was pondering the never-ending mystery of his life. What he didn’t know and just couldn’t ever understand was how the shyest, most timid kid in Exmouth, Nova Scotia, had ended up becoming one of the most famous – make that notorious – and sought-after gay porn top stars of the last twenty years. And why was it that nobody in the porn industry, nobody in the whole wide fucking crazy gay world, could ever seem to figure out – or even seem to care – what it was, what were the kinds of sexual action, that really turned him on Even after he and Sven had towelled off and dressed, and Sven had left, he kept sitting there, pondering it all. Was he really at a crossroads in his life, or was this just his usual “kind of down day” that always set in after a shoot ended? He wasn’t sure. Once again, he found himself pondering the idea of quitting. This whole porn thing had become a matter of habit. It was all an established routine: setting a date, laying off sex for several days beforehand (had to save up a huge load for his legendary money shot), meeting his partner, fooling around for a while to find the bottom’s hot buttons, then the showers, the scene shoot, the familiar stages of sex for the cameras, and finally the explosive money shot – the signature trade mark of every one of his scenes. Then, showers again, hug and kiss, and go home… to what? There it was again. The perennial question he could never solve. What was he going to do, how was he going to live, and above all who was he going to become when he hung up his jockstrap and quit the porn industry, and his porn screen name, for good? For that matter, who was he? Plain and simple – and he still didn’t really know the answer.

I had to go into the office today... on the way home I stopped at the ABS and got on a location based app. A guy met me there in the booths and I took a couple loads off him. Then I went to the theater and there was a guy topping another bottom who was on a futon at the back. I got face down ass up on another futuon and when the top was finished with the other guy he came over and pumped another load into me. I know 3 loads is nothing compared to a lot of people but for me this was a pretty good day at the bookstore!

YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

It's really hard to find a private place. I met up with a married polish builder last summer. Definitely my type of guy, super horny, stocky, and in workmans gear. He said he knew a place we could go and mess around a bit. Turns out it was some woodland and not private, he was really horny and saying lets do a bit while nobody is around and giving my dick a stroke through my shorts. He was ready to go, but people kept turning up and no way I'm getting it out. Looked like it wasn't going to happen, but there was a big field of tall grass, like 2 meter tall. I said lets go there and we went in to the grass and deep in it we sat down. And it was just us. It felt spontaneous and horny. We kissed, blew each other, and he fucked me. Being there in the long grass and feeling him there spooning and inside me, it was horny.

This is what I look for, too. I am bored to tears with a cum dump who wants the load dumped in 30 seconds. I want variety in all the things you mentioned. And I want a nice long playtime--to try as many holes as possible.

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.

I’m currently on holiday in Gran Canaria and only discovered the sex clubs till now! I visited one late last night when my friends were asleep. The minute I walked in I could smell sex in the air, I quickly undressed and entered the dark labyrinth and saw about 6 guys fucking two hot bottoms. I walked past and felt the one bottom’s ass and it was so wet, I had to slide in and feel it! I ended up fucking him with 3 other guys, then moved on to another areas where a short Latin guy came up to me, starting sucking me then turned around and guided my cock into his beautiful peachy ass. I was in heaven, fucked his wet ass and could feel previous loads leaking out, which drove me over the edge and I came deep inside him. I don’t do drugs, but all the sex and sexual male energy gave me such a high that I was a walking hardon! All I wanted to do was fuck like an animal. I fucked about 5 guys and the last one was part of a couple; the bttm was a tall blonde muscle guy, his bf the opposite with dark hair, the blonde was on his back, his big legs open for guys to just fuck him. It was so hot watching this big guy spreading his legs with his wet hole available for anyone, his bf pulled me closer and asked me if I want to breed his bf. I said yes, he then lead my cock to his hole and I slid in, it was so wet and warm and loose! I couldn’t believe how great it felt fucking this man. The three of us kissed insatiably then suddenly his bf pulled my cock out and said to the darker bf he needs to feel my cock! Before I knew it, the darker one put himself between us and just took my cock into his wet hole. It was so horny and carnal, fucking him deep then he asked me to cum…. I came deep in him, he pulled me out and put my wet cock into his bf’s hole. He then squated over the bf and he fed him my load. I was on such a sex high, the first ever feeling of this kind in my life! What have I been missing out! When I’m back in London, I will be looking into the sex club scene - any tips guys?

I would easily say 15,000 maybe 20,000 loads have been dumped up my cunt. I used to travel a lot and spend hours at sex clubs, bookstores, glory holes, truck stops, parks, Any place that I could find cock. I would take any and all dick. I’m sure some of those had to be repeats, considering all the nights blindfolded in the sling at the slammer or club baths, but I never really knew because almost all of them were anonymous. I never wanted to see who was fucking me. I really didn’t care. They wanted a cunt to breed. I offered one up. And that total doesn’t include all the full condoms that were emptied up my ass by a few top buds who wanted my hole full as possible when they fucked me at the bathhouses.

Yeah, I went to Gran Canaria for the first time this year. Had an absolutely fabulous time. So much sex to be had in every club and back room. It definitely rivaled Berlin or Paris. I’m looking forward to going back!

Great start!!!

I've been trying to work out how it would work for a while now. It's an important part id another story I am working on

A controlling guy. One that forces me to do things I wouldn't do normally.

I moved out at 18 and got a job working fast food. The assistant manager was my age and was in a relationship with a guy that was older and thinking he might be gay. The manager and I became good friends and spent a ton of time together. She was very flirty and very sexual. One night we were all watching a movie and she was teasing us. She dared me to suck her boyfriends cock so there i am on my knees loving it. We all stayed friends but he got into a serious relationship with a guy. She pretty much moved into my place but we never did anything sexual. One day a few weeks before my bday we went to the toy store and she bought a pretty large dildo. I just thought she was missing her bf and didn't think much about it. A few weeks later on my birthday sh makes me dinner and a cake. We have a bottle of southern comfort and strat watching porn. At this point I'm a total virgin and really horny. Eventually we are watching some gay bdsm porn and I'm about to bust out of my pants. She leads me into the bedroom and ties my hands and blindfolds me. I'm thinking she wants to have sex and I'm so horny I was ready to do it. Next thing I know she pushes me down on the bed and I feel something one my hole. She tells me she knows what I really want and just relax. A lot of lube and shoving later she was fucking my ass. It hurt like hell but she came 2 times.

I liked oral and anal both. The differences gave me variety not to menion that even with oral I could either put my hips to work driving my cock in someone's mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts or I could just simply kick back reading or watching porn, making out with a buddy, getting a blumpkin including when getting rimmed or just laying there while the cocksucker does the work. I still enjoyed a good blowjob as much as I liked pounding a load up an ass but when I was using a neg bottom I preferred to fuck his ass because pozzing a cocksucker was considered near impossible unless the cuntmouth had open sores in the mouth. I finally did get to pozz someone through the mouth. Phil was a slacker at the plant. In his early twenties he was less masculine than the rest of us men but at least he wasnt overtly effeminate. His wife was considered a good lay by some of the men she'd cheated on him with. Being mostly gay with my cut dick I preferred a good tight ass as well as the superior cocksucking skills of many of the gay and bi bottoms and versatiles I had at my disposal. I myself was a normal virile large man in my early forties with shorter hair, glasses, beard, nails clipped to the quick, seven and a half cut inches, size 12 feet and a libido rivaling that of an average college jock. I had to work Phil's shift several times over three years due to my bad luck with our work schedules. His latest was because he had his wisdom teeth pulled, all four at once. While I was doing his work at straight time he was kicking back on painkillers the two days he was off. Having to double back with just six hours of rest was a bitch. I decided that I would pay him back somehow even though he would be out for a few weeks after he caught the AIDS flu after I knocked him up. He was a bisexual who limited his ass to a couple of men he knew were neg but was blowing several of us. I was one of three or four poz men at the plant including the little quiff in the front office I'd had fun pozzing the year before. I think he was a bug-chaser. It was a funny circumstance when I had my landmark piece of Phil's mouth. He had shown up at the plant as I was finishing my second double shift. I kept my anger in check as he greeted me, apologized for the hardship he'd caused me and offered to drop me off at home and take me to work so I wouldnt have to ride my hog which would remain locked up in the employee lot's motorcycle area overnight. "How's your mouth feeling?" I asked as we headed to the locker room after I punched out. "Doing fine. The stitches come out of my gums in a week or two. I bet I could suck." he replied. I grinned and absentmindedly rubbed my crotch. We shot the shit on the way over to my place and he said his wife was at a hen party and his kid was at a school dance. He wouldnt be missed for a while. I let us in, got some beers out of the fridge, handed him one, saying, "Here, have a beer." We shot the shit while swilling a couple of beers and I occasionally rubbed my crotch and then reached into my pants to adjust my growing member which by then was slimy with precum. "I sure can use a good blow. You game?" I said, unzipping my trousers, lowering my shorts and freeing my meat. "I think I can take care of that." he replied, the two beers having their desired effect. I myself had drank half a beer, saving the rest until after the blowjob. I stripped in my bedroom and he did likewise. I liked the contrast between my stout hairy body and his comparitively hairless slender form. I spat on my hand and rubbed the spit onto my dick shaft while leaving the layer of precum on my glans. I knew that spit and precum also carried the virus and I needed to maximize my chances of feeding him my gift in order to get a better feeling orgasm in his mouth. I had always had better more intensely pleasurable orgasms when I knocked up a neg than when I fucked a poz, which was good enough, like my neg days when I fucked ass, but shooting my dirty cum into a clean hole gave me and my prick the added thrill of fucking up someone as well as fucking him. Laying on my back, I held my dick up for him. He bent over me and took it into his mouth. He sucked and hummed in delight at sucking my cock. He then settled into a good rythym, as he had his first week at the plant those three years before when I was neg. I was feeling good as the combination of his spit on my dick and my crotch odor from two days of sweating without having time to take a shower filled the room. I think the smells turned him on as well, judging from how he was enjoying sucking my cock. Phil fellated me for about fifteen minutes, my dick still pumping out precum all the while, the juices filling his gums from the sites of his extractions. My dick was rock hard as he pleased it with his mouth, oblivious of the fact that even then I was knocking him up through his mouth with my virus-laden precum as he worked to make my dick feel good while I lay there enjoying pozzing him with no effort on my part. He knew when to increase his pace, bobbing his head on my pick faster taking full strokes, my glans moving from his lips to his throat with each stroke of his head. He was working up a sweat although nowhere near the sweating I had done on those double shifts. I was getting close to cumming, still enjoying how good my dick felt in his talented cunt of a mouth. I didnt warn him of my pending ejaculation lest he suddenly realize my jizz could enter him through his gums and decide to abort the blowjob. I controlled my tensing up as I sometimes did before ejaculating and he kept sucking. After a couple more minutes of sexual pleasure I erupted in what was my best feeling oral orgasm, shooting my poz-carrying spunk off inside his mouth. I was euphoric as my jizz shot forth from my hard excited penis into his man-pleasing mouth. He paused a moment but I said, "Keep sucking." which he did. I then held his head and thrust for a while to better circulate my cum into his gums before releasing his head slightly a couple of minutes later so he could swallow it. Like all good cocksuckers he let very little leak out between his lips and my shaft so virtually all my cum remained in his mouth carrying my virus into him via those sewn-up holes in his gums. "Man that feels so good. I think you redeemed yourself." I said and thrust again before letting go of his head. He sucked off of my cock and replied, "Glad to help. I was hoping I could suck a dick. My asshole buddy stood me up so at least I get a load this way." I had planned to have him suck my cock when he returned to work and worried that he may have sucked a neg man or two and then declined my offer to let him suck mine if his mouth got tired or his gums started hurting. This way was much better because I got him slightly buzzed as well as got to him earlier before his gums' healing process got into full stride. I would have liked to top it off by giving him a drink of my warm beer on tap but I had heard that piss was relatively "clean" compared to spit, precum and cum and would also wash my remaining cum from his mouth. "Suck it some more." I told him. He did even though he was a bit tired from getting my first load. This way he could suck any remaining jizz from my prick which had began softening. My spent dick still felt good as he sucked on it. I myself felt good knowing that a few more HIV-carrying sperm cells were going into his compromised mouth. A few minutes later he sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. He looked at his watch and said, "I have to get home Jim. Thanks for letting me suck your cock. I''ll see ya tomorrow when I pick you up." and kissed the tip of my now resting cock. He got dressed, I made the next day's lunch while warming up dunner, ate and then hit the hay. Phil picked me up as promised and mentioned that his gums back there seemed to tingle. I suppressed a grin, wondering if it could have been caused by my viral jizz. Two weeks later he caught the "HIV-flu" and again I had to work his shift but this time it was only once because personnel worked other guys into it because his doctor said it would be at least a couple of weeks before he could return to work. His doctor tested him and he came up positive. My job was done. My dick felt good and I felt great. A day later I had my first piece of his ass as a victory fuck. His ass was nice and tight, as good a cunt as his mouth, mainly because he had limited giving it to the two or three men he knew were negative. Several guys in the know, both poz and neg, congratulated me on pozzing Phil including three men who hugged and passionately french kissed me. At least one of the men who kissed me was still neg but he liked my superior manliness. I also got a few blowjobs, rimjobs and oral foot massages from almost half a dozen bottoms and versatiles including two neg guys. I also fucked a couple of poz assholes and a neg fella offered his ass to me which I accepted and threw a great feeling fuck into, knocking him up. I also began fucking Phil's nice tight ass now that he no longer needed to worry about getting pozzed anally but the neg men who fucked him moved on to new neg holes. Phil recovered from that initial flu and went through a less than pleasant divorce. He later became the "wife' of a large bear type buddy of mine who was poz. My oral foot fetish bottom friend had said Phil wasnt worth the dirt he licked from under my toenails but after the pozzing Phil seemed more humble, respectful and easier to get along with. Over the next two decades I screwed his ass half a dozen times a year as well as availed myself of his oral talents. Phil, like many other poz guys, wasnt as diligent on his meds as I was and lived only to his mid to late forties, whereas I was in my sixties and still decently healthy, when he lost his battle. His last physical contact with me was kissing my cock and balls. A buddy hugged me, kissed me, praised my studmanship and told me, "You didnt kill him. He would have caught it sooner or later and he fucked off on his meds so dont feel like you offed him or anything." and kissed me again while caressing my cock through my pants and asked me to let him suck it, which I did. I would always remember my excitement and sexual pleasure as well as how really good my dick and I felt proving my virility and manhood by simply laying there relaxing pozzing an asshole through his mouth while he did all the work and I got all the glory.

I’ve never understood guys who don’t want to get fucked after they cum. Me? I have no problem taking loads after I’ve cum, can take load after load and want them all. Hooked up with this Latino hottie this weekend and he made it clear I had to fuck him first as I couldn’t fuck him after he came. Spent a solid hour edging as I fucked him raw pumping huge gobs of precum in him and finally blasted a massive load in him. He’d been unsure about me cumming inside him so I said we could start raw and I could pull out to cum, but he wound up begging for my load. It didn’t take much to bust a second load in him and then rode his cock until he shot inside me. He was a hot fuck but glad he was upfront about his problem getting fucked after he cums.

LOVE it! The feeling of just being a hole for anyone to use, and submitting your body to someone who you'll never know. I'm headed out to a cruisy conservation area today where I'll be waiting - bent over a fallen tree, wearing only a jock, blindfolded, poppers in hand - for any hard cock that has the urge to release a hot load.

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

When I lived in Kentucky there was a naked men’s group, Got to getter once a month. First hour was strictly social .After that off came the cloths and play began. All sucking and fucking. I usually sucked 3-;4 dicks But since I was one of few bottoms I got fucked a lot My favorite was sucking one guy while his partner fucked me. He came in my ass and immediately his partner slid his dick in me while I cleaned one dick his partner come in my ass. I could usually count on 6-8 loads unfortunately Covid changed all that and parties were put on hold

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I had another hall pass last weekend. Traveled around in the morning taking cock and cum, and then late afternoon I posted up at the bathhouse. In the morning, I sucked and got fucked by the first five guys, including three repeat customers that I’ve hooked up with in the past. Took a few videos, including one pretty hot ass up anon scene—that guy will definitely become a regular in the future. All five of these guys shot their loads in my hole. Same thing with the sixth guy, but him cumming in my ass seemed to be the turning point for my day. After he came inside me, I gently took his cock back in my mouth (I always do that with guys who cum in my cunt; I love licking the last pearls of cum from their head). I was able to keep him hard and in no time he dumped his second load on my tongue. I hope to make that guy a regular as well. Three of the next four guys fucked me, but they all came in my mouth too. Must be something about Sunday afternoons and wanting to blow a load down someone’s throat…. Bathhouse in the afternoon was kinda weird. A lot of guys, but mostly much older bottoms doing just doing laps. And I had one guy I wasn’t attracted to who followed me around the club a bit. But at least I got to suck and fuck a few cocks and take a couple loads, and got to relax in the hot tub. Final tallies: - 12 different cocks in my throat - 9 different guys fucked me - Took 11 loads total, from 10 different guys - 6 loads of semen in my ass - 5 loads of semen down my throat

Jose left the boy in the semi dark dungeon, and turned the music up again and went in search of his husband. As expected, Ben was up. Jose found Ben in his own separate walk-in closet. He was wearing a pair of leather cowboy chaps with nothing underneath, a big leather cock ring emphasizing his huge beautiful cock already dripping precum in anticipation of again using the boy of his dreams. He wore an open cowboy vest over his bare torso, the thing making his arms and shoulders seem even more giant than they already were, he had a rawhide band tied in a knot around his giant neck and a red and yellow band on his left shoulder. “Fuck baby,” Jose smiled, “You look like the hottest cowboy in town.” “And you look like what you are: a somewhat evil leather punk with a freshly punished golden blonde twink in your dungeon.” They both laughed and then made out, each of them feeling their gorgeous muscles and tits, the cocks hard as rocks. “Our beautiful boy was paddled hanging from the ceiling until he was crying, then I gave him 20 more. I then hung him upside down and while he serviced daddy’s cock he got his hole coated with boypussy-magic lube to 16 inches, where his Latin daddy left him a big pool of lube , he then hung upside down for a while so all that hunger could go deeper and his daddy treated him to his first suspended facefuck,” Jose said. “Within minutes of letting him down he begged to be used by us, so I left him shackled on the floor with his belly bulging from the biggest load of chempiss he’s ever drank.” Ben just smiled, holding his big tool, “Well let me give him my big load of piss up that hungry boypussy. I want to hear him beg.” So Jose and Ben went to find their boy in the dungeon. Ben lay down beside Jeff, and slipped his hard cock into the boy and filled Jeff’s hole with a big load of chempiss. He then picked up the boy and held him upside down, and with Jose’s help he rebound him to the ceiling. He then enjoyed a delicious facefuck, the boy’s abs twisting beautifully as he struggled to keep his head in position while also filled with liquid. Jose used a series of bigger plugs on the boy, helping to make sure that the piss went deep. Finally, Ben picked the boy up and took him over to the shower, telling him to push the big plug and the piss out. Jeff grunted and groaned and yelled loudly when he got the big plug out. Once the load of piss was out, Jose held the boys ass open while Ben gave him another enema, pushing the boy hard and harder, taking the water as deep as he could. Tiring of this game, the big men took the boy over to the sling and restrained him into it. Ben leaned down, and said to the boy, “My husband and I are going to start doing some depth training on you boy, this will get your ready to take our fists someday soon. Some of this will definitely seem like hurt at first, but you will learn to crave those feelings. We won’t damage you physically, but you will probably cry more than once.” Jose slipped a few shards into Jeff’s hole, and started pushing it around with first three then four fingers, working Jeff’s hole like the perfect pussy it was. Jeff pushed back, clearly needing to be filled, and Jose went in for a deep kiss. Jose than sat down on the little chair they had put down between the boys legs so they’d have a comfortable place to sit while they introduced their boy to heavy assplay. He slowly slid a very rigid, one-inch diameter tool into the boys hole. “Push out, cuntboy,” Jose ordered, “Push out like you are taking a shit.” As Jeff did as ordered, Jose carefully threaded the toy into the boys second hole. Jeff’s body went completely rigid and he gave a little cry. Jose kept the tool in place. “I told you it would hurt at first,” he grinned evilly, “I am going to teach you where your second hole is and how to control it. Start squeezing now.” Jeff did as ordered, his pretty face registering discomfort for about the first minute, then he started to experience the typical pussy boy’ response: his pussy needed it. “Push your boyhole out, baby boy,” Jose ordered. And as Jeff complied, Jose slide the toy in about another half inch, and Jeff grunted. “Now keep squeezing,” Jose ordered. Leaving Jeff too it, and he went and started a timer—the point of the exercise was both to teach the boy about his second hole but also wear that hole out, so the boy could move on and start to stretch deeper. After five minutes, Ben sidled up, and had the boy suck him a bit. He then went to the boys ass and squirted some lube in and then slid his big cock in next the toy, working slowly. He slowly fucked the boy, working the toy in around his big cock. As he’d expected, the boy was able to take much more of the toy with the more familiar feeling of daddy’s big cock. Ben began to push the toy around, moving it under, then beside, then on top of his cock. In each position, he would order Jeff to squeeze on the way out and then push out on the way in. Jeff was alternating between enjoyment and suffering just as Ben intended, but his boypussy began to operate on pilot, learning its role of service to big cock. Ben pulled his cock out and rough fucked the boy with the hard tool, while Jose fed him poppers. Both men got harder and harder as Jeff squealed and grunted while Ben stretched his hole with the difficult little tool. Ben pushed the roughy 8 inch tool in almost completely and got up. “Your turn,” Ben said, and moved to the boy head, “Clean your cunt juice off Daddy’s cock, boy.” Ben sighed contentedly as Jeff began to suckle, his golden skin and red lips wrapped around Ben’s giant tool, Ben’s ginger pubes tickling his nose. Jose stepped up with a small string of silicone beads on a firm but slightly flexible core. Ben leaned down, “Beg your Daddy Jose to use you deep, Jeffy.” Jose leaned over the boy and Jeff looked him in the eyes and said, “Use my boypussy deep, Daddy Jose.” Jose smiled and rough kissed the boy and then suckled and nipped at Jeff’s pert nipples, before bitting each one hard while squeezing Jeff’s balls in his iron grip. Jeff buckled and cried out, but his 8-inch boycock, shrunk from the Tina, drizzled out a steady stream of precum. Jose removed the small, hard plastic rod, and lined the balls up and then used the long lube pump to push another heavy flow of Tina-laced lube deep inside Jeff’s hole. Jose pushed the balls in slowly, and when he felt them questing against the boys second hole, he said “Popper him up, Ben.” After Ben did, Jose commanded Jeff to push and as he did, Jose pushed the little ball into Jeff’s second hole. Jeff cried out and then lay there panting. Ben leaned in, “Good job, baby boy. You feel that?” Still panting, Jeff replied “ Hurts but also feels….Oh ahhhhh.” Jose had slid another ball into his second hole. Jeff’s body was rigid, and Ben grinned and nibbled on the boy’s tits. As the stimulation from his nipples reached his ass, Jeff arched his ass down, pushing towards Jose, showing his new daddies his cunt had already learning to crave the abuse. Jose slid another small shard into the boy now and waited. Ben moved up to Jeff ear, whispering what a beautiful cunt he was. As the new dose of Tina took hold Jeff looked Jose in square in the eyes and said, “Please more, daddy, hurt me.” Ben poppered the boy up, and Jose slipped another bead in. He did this until the entire toy was in the boy. With each bead, Jeff would arch his back up and cry out, but then moments later he would be ready for more, pushing out and trying to swallow another bead. Once the entire tool was in the boy, Jose and Ben switched places. Jose reached up and loosened the boy’s cuffs from the sling. Ben leaned over Jeff’s much shorter body and made out with the boy while Jose made out with Jeff from the side, Jeff using his hands to explore the muscular physiques of the two top studs. The two men and their boy, their tongues and lips combined in a myriad of ways, but mostly it was the two bigger men sticking their tongues down the boys throat together, stretching his mouth open with their insistent lust. After a couple of minutes, they had the boy squeeze on the toy, his entire colon locking down. This caused great discomfort at first, but as the boys deep hole got used to it, it was easier for him. Ben began to carefully fuck Jeff, very, very slightly, with the whole string of beads while the boy was told to just relax. Ben smiled at Jose and nodded. Both men were rock hard. This was their favorite thing to do: hurt a boyass and then teach him the sexual healing Tina could provide to an abused hole. Jose gave the boy the bottle of poppers and commanded him to take several sniffs. Once those settled in, Ben pulled, hard, on the toy and intentionally moving too fast, yanked the entire string of beads out. Jeff screamed, his eyes wide, and then he lay panting. His hands had automatically gone to his boypussy, trying to protect it from pain. Ben batted Jeff’s hands away, and thrust his fingers into the boy all the way to the widest part of his knuckles, collapsed into the small birds hands shape, and Jeff cried out again at the hard stretch. Ben slowly opened his fingers, stretching the boy’s rectum and depositing the giant bump of Tina he’d hidden in his palm. His hands were so big that at just knuckle deep he could stuff most of the Tina through Jeff’s second hole. Within seconds Jeff’s hole was on fire and Ben kept fluttering and moving his fingers, gently stretching open the boys second hole. Once the boy settled in he automatically pushed back. Ben pounced, putting his hand into the bird shape and pushing into the boys second hole. Ben went in only as much as the boy could take, about mid-way down his knuckles, and then he pushed just a bit more, making the boy arch his back and pant. Ben looked down and smiled, the boy had taken a little under 3/4s of his fist. Ben wanted to just keep pushing until the slut’s cunt took his entire big hand, the boy’s pain and suffering be damned. And if it were just an ordinary boy he was training he would have done it right then and there. But Jeff was special, a boy he fully intended to keep, and so he resisted his own animal nature. Oh Jeff would take both their fists, just a little before he was really ready—he was still just a cunt to train, even if he was a special cunt—but Jeff would have the chance to work up to it. Jose made sure the boy poppered up, giving him the bottle with its special sniffer cap to use as he wished. Once those settled in Ben pulled his hand out quickly, again making the boy jump. Jose quickly took his place, wielding a tool they had used hundreds of times to train a boy: the Falcon Branson supercock. They actually had several—when they heard Falcon was going to stop making it, they had bought seven. And this was now the third one they had put into service, the others had finally given up the ghost after so much use. The cock was only seven inches long, but it was a solid seven inches around. So while both their cocks were bigger, they were also squishy relatively bendy flesh. This supercock was much firmer and was a great tool to train a cuntboy. Jose slicked the toy up and slowly pushed the head into the boys hole. “You have your daddies permission to use your poppers when you need them,” Jose said, “But I will punish you if I tell you not too and you do, understand?” Jeff nodded, “ Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Jose then smiled darkly, “Now’s probably a good time to use them, my beautiful pussy boy. Popper up and then push out. “ Once he was sure the poppers were in full effect, Jose slowly but firmly pushed the toy in. When the big seven-inch, blunt head started pushing at Jeff’s second hole, Jose commanded him to take more poppers and push. As the boy did, Jose began to slowly move the toy further in. As the big head went in Jeff grunted but he rounded his hips, pushing his legs wide. Jose smiled, this was the universal body position showing a bottom was learning his place, saying “Take me.” Jose pushed into the shaft was mostly in the boy’s hole and he paused, Jeff was groaning but his face showed ecstasy, so Jose kept pushing until the very wide toy was buried balls deep. Jeff’s mind was gone. He moaned loudly, feeling the fullness of a proper dildo fuck for the first time. Jose and Ben smiled at each other: any boy with that response the fullness provided bu wide dildo through his second hole, especially a boy so young, was going to be a fantastic fistfuck one day very soon. Jose left the tool in place for a couple of minutes while Jeff adjusted. As the tool settled into his hole, Jeff began to move his body in the sling and whine. Jose kept the tool in place. Finally, Jeff opened his eyes and pleaded, “Oh god daddy, please, please fuck me.” So Jose did fuck the boy with the wide tool. He started slowly at first, but the minute he felt Jeff’s hole loosen, he amped things up. Jeff soon learned how to use the poppers, and was very quickly working in partnership with his evil punk Latin daddy in turning his boyhole into a loose squelching pussy. Ben relaxed on the long leather sofa, facing the sling, admiring how incredibly hot the two men looked. Tall, tatted, Latin Daddy Jose, his brown skin glistening with oil and sweat, his huge hands working the wide toy in the small-framed golden boy’s cunt. What made it hotter was how innocent-looking Jeff had clearly become at one with his own defilement, using all manner of obscenities and begging, “Daddy Jose please, daddy, please, daddy, make me your pussy, destroy my cunt, daddy.” After about 45 minutes of this indescribable hotness—at this point Jeff was holding his own ass open while he thrilled to Jose punch-fucking the wide tool into his hole, over and over—Ben could take it no longer. He got up and selected a long, thin, anal snake, and liberally lubing it up he walked over the sling, his cock so hard it ached, a thin, constant stream of precum oozing out of the big red cockhead. “Husband, I need. To use. This boy. Cunt,” Ben ground out. Jose grinned, and used the big toy to deliver a set of five super hard and quick punches, Jeff squealing and crying out. Jose then moved out of the way and Ben immediately started threading the snake into Jeff’s hole. He did so very quickly, overtaken with lust, and Jeff had no trouble with the first bit. His hole was so stretched he barely felt the toy enter his second ring. But he quickly began to cry out as Ben threaded the toy deeper. Jose let Ben hurt the boy for about a minute and a half, going way to fast at new depths with an inexperienced boy, then he leaned in and whispered in Ben’s ear, “Cariño, this isn’t a street whore, it’s a boy we want to keep.” Ben started, and grinned, and immediately stopped pushing. He leaned forward over Jeff’s panting torso, his giant musculature and light ginger fur dwarfing and complimenting Jeff’s hairless golden frame. Looking Jeff in the eyes Ben said seriously “Jeff, my gorgeous boy, I need to posses you inside and out. Will you let your daddy take your hole deep?” Jeff didn’t reply instantly, but as he felt the effects of all the drugs he’d taken turn the pain of the snakes depth into bliss, he smiled. His voice tinged with need, Jeff said, “Oh god Daddy Ben, please take me, fuck me, I need you inside all of me.” Ben smiled and settled down onto the little fisters chair between the golden boy legs, and set out to posses his boys deepest parts. Jeff struggled the entire time, as Ben slowly but relentlessly threaded all 18 inches of the thin snake into Jeff’s tender boypussy. With each new quarter inch, Jeff would cry out, but then soon enough his boyhole would start to suck on the snake and then Ben would hurt him again, leaving Jeff panting and his muscular torso writhing with pain. Jose took over the boys poppers—Jeff was so lost in new sensations he couldn’t do it himself—and once Ben got about 10 inches in, Ben scooped up a huge pile of Tina and buried it in his palm, folding his fist up small. Then without warning, he shoved his hand in as far as he could beside the little snake, pleased to see Jeff took his palm just past the knuckles, and his fingers were about 1/4 inside his boys second hole. Jeff screamed, hard, and then cried out as Ben roughly opened his fingers—stretching the second hole—and fed the boycunt some new, burning, hunger. Ben kept his fingers fluttering and stretching, and actually got his hands almost-widest-point into the beautiful boys hole, until the Tina turned the boy needy again. Goddamn, Ben thought, for the umpteenth time that night, I need to fist him soon. But tonight was about depth and teaching the boy about Tina, sex, pain, and pleasure. And so he abruptly pulled out. Ben immediately pushed the snake in one half inch—double what he’d done before—and Jeff cried out in surprise. But the dark fever of the drugs was now in full possession of the young bottom slut, and within second he pushed back, his abused little asslips opening wide. So now Ben really hurt the boy, and feed the hungry cunt nearly 3/4 of an inch. Jeff screamed, and then lay panting. Jose gave the boy several hits of poppers as Ben began to slowly push until he got about another inch in the boy. Ben knew he was deep and rather than damage the boy, he again worked alongside the boys own natural craving for deep fucking. They worked slowly, Ben occasionally feeding the boyhole with truly tiny bumpsof Tina, just enough to make the hunger grow, and together got to the point where only one inch remained. Ben now began to very, very slowly fuck the boy with the obscene silicone snake, Jose keeping him doubly high on poppers. Soon enough Jeff started begging and so Ben started smoothly pushing the toy in a bit deeper with every fuck. The motion of the snake, bendy and slithering, made the boys hole open up and without much fuss within 10 minutes the toy was fucking the boy’s colon at a full 18 inches. Once the boy was loose at that depth, Ben added his own rock hard cock, under the toy, and using one hand he held the toy to his pubes. This drove Jeff wild—the now already familiar feeling of the huge cock of the man of his dreams reaming out his rectum and second hole paired with the deep slithery snakefuck, Jeff lost his mind in lust. He babbled and cried out, “God I love your cock, fuck me, fuck me deep, god I love you daddy, fuck me, fuck me, use my pussy daddy.” Hearing the innocent golden twink beg so obscenely drove Ben out of his mind. He fucked the boy without thought or strategy. He just needed to own the hole, brutally punching his big cock all around inside the boy. The brutality of his fuck increased the speed and roughness of the snake, as the constant shifts in direction at the start of the snake made the end of it feel like a wild thing deep in Jeff’s cunt. But Jeff needed this fuck, and Jose kept him plied up with poppers so he could take the punishment. After a good half and hour, Ben blew his load, great ropes of milky white cum drenching Jeff’s hole. When Ben finally settled, his body shaking as he his huge cock twitched and spurted final shots of cum into the boys fiery softness, he grinned. Reaching down he grabbed the boys beautiful face, his huge hands able to encompass most of the boy head, and he grinned. He leaned in for a passionate set of deep kisses, his tongue insistent in Jeff’s mouth. “Jeff,” Ben said lustily, “You have one of the sweetest boy holes I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck. You like that fuck boy?” As Ben reached his mouth down to nibble all over the boy’s perfectly-formed square pecs, Jeff arched his back in pleasure and brought his small-boned wrists, still in their big cuffs around Ben’s tight red curls, Jeff’s small apple-shaped biceps popping, and pushed Ben’s face to his chest. Ben began lapping up the boys sweat. Jeff groaned in pleasure and said, “Oh god, more fucking, daddy, more.” As Ben and Jeff made out, Ben began to piss, squiring a huge steady stream of very potent chempiss into the boys hole. Once he was done pissing, Ben abruptly stood up straight, and slapping the boys ass hard, he pulled out. Within seconds Jose had his cock buried to the hilt, and was fucking like a madman, his superthick nine inches forcing the piss deeper in Jeff’s hole, and soon Jeff was flying even higher, his hole squelching out piss as he thrilled to the dual sensations again of big thick dick fuck paired with deep snake fuck. Only this was wilder, as both experiences were wetter and nastier, with the incredible feel of new small doses of Tina being absorbed all around the fucktools. After about 15 minutes, Ben brought over a stepstool for Jose to stand one and as Jose fucked the kid from above Ben winched the boys head down, so Jose fucked him at an incline and the piss drove deeper. Jeff was lost more than ever in the deep chemfuck, and Ben admired how incredible Jose looked topping the golden boy. Ben knew that he and Jeff complimented each other, golden-skin shining against pinky white. But Jose’s gorgeous warm brown skin, punk dark fauxhawk, and intricate bright tatted arm holding the boy by the neck as his giant dark cock pillaging the young golden twink’s boycunt looked like a carefully staged porn scene. At that moment Ben was absolutely sure that he wanted to watch his husband pillage this boy to the end of time. After Jose and Jeff came at the same time—Ben had been amazed to see the boys cock get rock hard despite the Tina and even more amazed that Jeff came hands free as Jose pummeled his prostrate over and over—Jose filled the boys hole with another load of chempiss. Ben pulled the big snake out and slid a medium plug in the boy and they got him comfortable in the sling,adjusting it so his ass was just slightly elevated. They all made out for about 20 minutes, the top men praising Jeff’s perfection while slipping their fingers in around the plug to cop a feel of the boy’s irresistible hole. Finally, Jose picked the boy up. Jeff wrapped his legs tight around Jose’s surprisingly narrow waist while thrilling at the man’s huge wide shoulders that Jeff felt fortunate to caress. Jeff sighed contendly as Jose carried him over to the coming down mat, Ben following along early behind them snatching kisses from Jeff every chance he got. Jose sat Jeff down and had him get into position, with his head and chest to the floor and ass up while Jose and Ben settled in to watch some porn. Ben adjusted the music to a light morning trance mix. They left Jeff in that position until he got the Tina cuntboy wiggles. He’d learned his lesson about obedience, so he didn’t beg aloud. But he couldn’t help that is ass was still hungry and almost audibly sucking on the big plug. Ben laughed and easily picked the boy up facing him, Jeff immediately going in for a passionate kiss. “You gotta hungry pussy, baby?” Ben said gently. Jeff was really, really high, and just smiled dreamily and said, “I need cock, sir, I really need some cock.” After Ben removed the plug and Jeff squirted what liquid from the chempiss his dehydrated body hadn’t absorbed, Ben gently used the sure shot on Jeff, having Jeff huff on poppers to make things easy. Ben then used the lube pump and the long hose to lube the boy deep, pleased to see that Jeff’s hole remained open and that he took about sixteen inches of the lube tube with only minor grunts. Ben and Jose had no intention of deep fucking the boy, but they found that keeping a boys colon fiery and needy from it’s current claimed depths made that hole open faster the next time the boyhole got even the tiniest taste of the drug. For the next four hours they had the closest equivalent to gentle lovemaking sex Ben and Jose ever engaged in. Jeff was high, turned on, and had just spent almost 24 hours doing things he’d fantasized about in his most private, secret moments. If he’d been able to think, Jeff would have thought that he was feeling unleashed, that acting out those forbidden fantasies of debasing himself before tall, hung, muscle men, drinking their piss and begging them to hurt him had freed him for shame. Ben and Jose experienced this first hand: Jeff was quietly wild, he had lost all inhibitions, acting solely on instinct. The men realized that even at his highest state, the boy has been holding himself back. But now he gave and gave and took and took right alongside them. The transformation in the boy meant that he could, suddenly, practically deepthroat them to the root. His cock hunger, always present, unleashed meant Jeff wanted to devour their meat as much as they had wanted to devour his boycunt. And speaking of Jeff’s pussy, it too was unleashed. The men took turns, one in front and one in back, pillaging the boys two holes while, somehow, his holes pillaged them back. The boy was still submissive, but the minute Ben and Jose set him to a task—sucking cock, eating muscle top ass, sucking on toes, or getting fucked—he went at it with such energy and gusto, it was like he’d been starved and found fulfillment only from serving hot daddy muscle. Finally, after about four hours of nonstop service, taking two more giant loads of cum and drinking four loads of piss, Jeff began to show signs of wear. Jose said to Ben, “I think our boy needs to come down.” So Ben picked the boy up—he’d been passionately worshipping Jose’s huge muscular legs—and kissed him. “You’re getting tired, baby boy,” Ben said, “I know the drugs are keeping you horny, but it’s time to stop having sex,” Jeff whined, grabbing at his sore nipples, but he nodded obediently. So, Ben settled him in between them. The three men made out, Jeff’s hands full of big pecs and biceps, the men stroking his small tightly-muscled swimmers abs and gently fluttering and teasing Jeff’s hole. This went on for probably 45 minutes. The top men clearly couldn’t get enough of the boy and Jeff clearly needed them from deep in his soul. But the top men slowed things down—they loved an insatiable boy, but knew how to slow one down ,and finally they were all more still. Jeff lay between them, his thighs—big on his frame from swimming—were spread wide, one hooked as best he could over the huge muscle thighs of each of his new daddies. Jeff’s head rested on the interlocked arms of Jose and Ben. His head fit perfectly on their forearms. If he turned his head one way or the other he was in a perfect position to kiss a big bicep—something he done with great pleasure at least a dozen times already. But the Tina was wearing off and he was starting to finally feel tired, so he rested his head back, his eyes closed and with a dreamy expression on his face his hands lazily explored what little of the huge chests of his daddies he could reach in that position. Jose and Ben sat with their legs wide as well—if they didn’t, the boys legs wouldn’t really fit over their body-builder sized thighs. Their giant cocks rested, both still plump and still dribbling a bit of precum, as the insatiable cocks of top men seemed to always do the presence of grade-a boypussy. Each of the three men were lost in thought and fantasy, and their fantasies reflected their personalities perfectly. And each of them reflected on essentially the same thing: sorrow that this had to end, thatJeff didn’t belong to Jose and Ben yet, and that he needed to. Ben lamented that the boy was going away because he wanted the boy to wake up in their bed begging for a fresh fuck. Well, actually, Ben thought, that was going to happen, as they still had Sunday morning. Ben smiled dreamily and his big cock stirred. Nothing, nothing, nothing in the world could compare to fucking a sore-but-needy boypussy the day after that pussy had been subjected to hard drug-enabled abuse. He and Jose always fucked their boys the next day, whether the boys wanted it or not. And honestly, once the boy got through the first painful bits—the lubing and the big cock head parting his sore asslips and stretching his tender second hole—every boy’s mind was overtaken by the Tina lingering in their system and they were good to take several more big loads from Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose. No, what Ben really lamented was that the boy would have to leave sometime after breakfast, instead of spending the day in tight cashmere sweatpants lounging and watching junk TV shows. And Ben lamented that, if he and Jose needed to unload in boypussy again—and that was sure as snow in Chicago in the winter—they’d either have to deal with the flakes and losers on Recon, Scruff, or DaddyHunt or text a bunch of different regular boys to finally get what their big top man cocks needed. Ben lamented that, as fine as those boys where, there would never be a pussy as fine as Jeff’s, because the first cocks to fuck Jeff were their own. And so Ben knew he was going to do everything he could to keep this boy. Jose, for his part, lamented that they were going to upstairs and sleep. He wanted nothing more than to give the 21-year old little blonde stud a big slam and then doublefuck and fist him for another 12-20 hours. He lamented that he couldn’t leave the boy in bondage again, screaming in pain, and take a nap and then spend another dozen hours taking the boy deeper. But no, he knew that had to wait. But fuck, the way the boy had performed tonight had been impressive. And Jeff had clearly tapped into something inside himself. Jose rarely enjoyed relatively vanilla sex—the rough fucking and slapping and piss drinking last part of the night was as vanilla as he and Ben ever got—but the last four hours with the boy had been spectacular. Jose now saw why Ben had been insisting, literally for years, that Jeff would be their new permanent boy. I mean hell, Jeff had been standing in that bedroom window jacking off to them since he was fourteen. When the kid fully reached puberty at 17, that’s when Ben started wanting the boy back. But they’d held back, smiling quietly to themselves, waiting until the boy was legal. And now they would be quiet about it, taking the boy slowly deeper and deeper into service to them. But, assuming the boy still wanted it, as soon as this boy turned 21 he was going to commit. And when he did Jose looked very much forward to making Jeff share his DNA, pozzing that impossibly perfect hole as it bled ever so silkily around a spiky ring through the head of his big cock. Jeff, true to form as the perfect boy for Jose and Ben, was thinking a combination of their thoughts. When a surge of the Tina coursing through his system would hit, he wanted to beg them to keep using him. He was in fact, a little disappointed they hadn’t fisted him. He’d been sure that was going to happen when he’d twice felt Ben’s huge knuckles in his hole. But still Jeff felt like he’d started on an incredible journey, the lightness he’d felt after the first time they fucked him, had been magnified and he felt like he was no longer tethered by anything but his own desires. He realized he’d felt shame at wanting to be degraded and used and, now that he’d done it and loved it, he wanted to be seen, shirtless and with a collar, at all the leather bars in the entire world on the arms of Jose and Ben. He’d seen that kind of display at Chicago Pride, and always wondered at the boldness of the boys. But now he knew: he’d do that soon because that’s who he was inside, not just gay but very kinky gay. But Jeff also wanted to be seen in dress clothes at fancy parties, turned on by how hot Jose must look in a suit with his punky hair and the edges of his sleeve tattoo peeking dangerously out from his shirt cuffs. And he wanted sneak off with them to the bathroom of a fancy hotel and drink their piss on his knees in a bmen’s room stall. God, he wanted them in every way. Within a month, Jeff was getting his wish. Jose and Ben insisted he keep it on the down low, but he was very much their regular boy. He surprised his parents by quitting his lifeguard job and starting out as lowly yard worker for Inland Ocean Landscaping. But what they didn’t know was that his pay—double what the other starting worker earned—also carried with it significant perks, the prime one being access to his daddies cocks at multiple times every day. By August, he’d stayed home from his family’s annual vacation at their house on the lake in Wisconsin and experienced his first slam and his first punch fisting. By the Summer after his junior year, he’d gone through a commitment ceremony, been named in Jose and Ben’s will as sole heir to Inland Ocean and their large investment holdings, been pozzed by both his daddies, farmed out for different weekend trainings at the hands of some of Chicagoland’s most brutal and depraved topmen, and been paraded through market days wearing a collar trimmed in red and yellow, a yellow and red jockstrap, and big leather boots. But the thing he was wearing that fine August day that he was most proud of: the small toxic waste tattoo in the small of his ever-more perfectly muscled back. Underneath it, clear for all to see, were the words: “Property of Ben and Jose.” And beneath that, in smaller print “La sangre hace familia [Blood makes family].” And so Jeff King-Hernandez walked proudly, his head held high, each of his arms locked tight into the boulder-sized biceps of his Daddy/Masters, Ben King and Jose Hernandez.

If topping, I don’t often, as I want that seed deep in me most of the time. But when I do top I always cum balls deep, ramming it in as hard and deep as I can get in that slutty cumdump I’m breeding!

I opened my mouth and tasted a mix of piss sweat and metal as Andrew slide his head into my mouth. He put his hands around the back of my head and slowly pushed. I could barely hold back the urge to throw up as his cock made its was down my throat. “You like taking my cock slut” Andrew asked to which I vigorously nodded, I still had no idea what was going through my head but knew that I needed this cock. As I got about half his cock into my mouth I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Andrew noticed and pulled out slightly so that I could breathe again. “Inhale this it’ll help you swallow my entire cock, and your gonna swallow my entire cock faggot” he said as he pulled out a wash cloth that he sprayed with some van before shoving it under my nose. I felt hot and slightly light headed when Andrew forced his entire cock down my throat. I could feel his piercing cutting up my throat as he fucked it but I only wanted more. After a few minutes he pulled out and asked “ how did you like that faggot” I could only moan in response “Of course you loved it cmon I’m about to break your hole in” he said as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. He went to the side table and pulled out a small baggie and some metal pieces before crouching by my ass. I saw that the metal pieces were actually piercings. A giant thick horseshoe septum piercing as well as two spiked lip piercings “ you want me in your hole faggot” he asked as he rubbed a finger around the edge of my virgin hole before suddenly pushing in “Yes daddy” I moaned out as he began finger fucking me. I felt him scraping up my hole. After a minute he put 4 fingers in and pulled me open before dumping the contents of the bag into me. I felt a burning sensation followed by a rush emanating from my hole “Please I need your cock daddy” i screamed. “But what about your wife” he asked as he rubbed his pierced head around my desperate hole “I don’t care I just want your cock” “What about your son” “Fuck him all I want is your cock” “What about god” “Fuck god I need you in me” “What about the hiv that I’m gonna infect you with” “Give me your hiv dick daddy please” I begged without even thinking as he slammed hard into my unlubed hole. His PA tore my hole apart and yet I couldn’t stop moaning all the pain felt so good. Daddy saw how I was reacting and slapped me in the face to which I just moaned and grabbed at my dick. “Your not touching that fucking pathetic cock faggot” he said as he punched my balls full force. The pain was enough to make me shot my load then and there. After a few minutes Andrew bent down and whispered in my ear. “Say hi to your wife” as he pointed to a camera on the side of the room. I should’ve cared but instead I just moaned “cum in me daddy” as he shot his toxic load into me. Andrew bred me five more times that night before sending the video to my wife. I stayed at his place being constantly bred or working out until I tested positive. After that he told me that he was going back to New York and that I could come with him if I wanted. Of course I accepted and over the years he molded me into the perfect slave for him. He put me on a strict workout regimen and diet as well as ensuring my ass was well trained by the hundreds of men he lent me out to. A few weeks ago when I found out that my son would be coming to stay with us I begged master to show him how great it is to be gay and we came up with a plan to make him into master’s slave as well.

I made my way up the stairs and was met with a tall and somewhat scrawny man in his 50s. He was wearing only basketball shorts through which I could see the outline of his cock. “I knew you’d come slut” he said as he opened the door I just stared back unsure of how to respond. “Well get that fat ass in here cunt” he yelled pulling me inside. “Strip now” he commanded once the door was closed. I began taking off my clothes but he stopped me when I got to my thong. “Leave that on” he said as he began fondeling my cock. After a minute I was still totally soft and he look at me quizzically before saying “ you’re fucking high aren’t you you little druggie whore” I shook my head no mumbling that I’ve never done drugs “It doesn’t matter what you say I can tell when a boy is high, oh well I hope whatever your on works well with t or else you’re in for a bad time” “What’s t” I asked “Don’t worry it’s just gonna make sex ten times better” he said as he guided me to the couch where he sat down, pulling off his shorts, revealing his cock. It was like I was in a trance, the second i saw his cock I instantly gobbled it up. Push myself hard on it even as my gag reflex resisted. “Fuck you’re a horny slut” the man said as he pulled my plug out and began to finger my hole. After a minute I felt a burning sensation followed by a feeling of emptiness. “Please fuck me” I begged the man who’s name I didn’t even know. “Fine faggot” he said as he got up, shoving me onto the back of the couch. I felt his cock that was now wet with my saliva running between my cheeks. He lined his head up to my tight hole and began to slowly push himself in. I had never felt like this before, it felt like a strange pressure at first but soon it began to feel amazing as his cock pressed up against my prostate. He soon bottomed out before quickly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As he did so my mind went blank while he jackhammered his cock into my hole slamming into my cum button. I felt the pleasure course through me. He soon started to slow down before leaning forward and asking me “where do you want my load boy” “Inside me daddy please fill me up I need your dirty cum” I had no idea where that came from before remembering that was what one of the bottoms in my dads videos asked for. “That’s a good whore I’ll get you nice and full” he moaned before thrusting in hard. I felt his cock twitch, but I had expected to feel his cum more than I did. As he pulled out he pushed the butt plug in before pointing to the door. “Out faggot” he said commandingly.as I tried to gather my clothes he shook his head saying “walk home in just the thong like the slut you are” I was scared walking down the road in just a thong but also kind of aroused. It was dark enough where I wasn’t in plain view but the few people I crossed on th sidewalk stared in what I thought was awe or horror.

Thanks again to all the comments on here. I really do appreciate all the feedback and really welcome any input from people on here. However, I do need to make a bit of a side note to a few people on here. I have a busy life outside of this website. In fact, I just got off a 12 hour shift before posting this. If I don't respond to a message, or post on here fast enough to your liking, I'm sorry, but there are other stories on here to read. Pestering me won't get you a faster story. I like to take my time and really flesh out a story, and some people probably don't realize I re-read, edit, double and even triple-check each chapter for days after writing it. Also, I have my reasons for not replying daily to DMs. I try to reply to them at least once a week. So please don't take it personal if I take longer for DMs. For those who know me a little better, they know where to find me when I'm online. Anyways, enjoy! It's a longer chapter! ---------------------------- Part Three: Acceptance My heart started thumping hard as I told Mike my deepest, darkest desire. Would he reject me? Worse yet, laugh in my face? Time felt like it had slowed down until I looked up at his bearded face and watched as what had to be one of the most evil-looking smiles spread across his face. It was at that moment that I knew without a doubt I had hit the figurative jackpot. “Well, fuck….” Mike said, letting his smoke drift out of his mouth in the sexiest way, before reaching down and beginning to rub my hard dick through the pouch of my jockstrap, “I definitely think we can make that happen.” I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as I felt his hand groping my dick and balls. “So, boy,” he said, taking another puff of his pipe, and then blowing the smoke in my face, “You smoke?” “Not really…” I replied, again nervous that this sex god in front of me would laugh in my face or decide it wasn’t worth his time, “I mean I’ve tried to smoke cigarettes while drunk before, and a cigar once… but I didn’t get very far. I was kinda hoping that maybe you’d be willing to teach me and shape me into a smoker.” “Damn,” he said, grinning even larger, “So I essentially got myself a real smoke virgin?” I nodded, not sure how else to answer. He let go of my dick and balls and stepped back. “Well, I suppose I could turn you into a real smoker tonight,” he pondered aloud, “Hell, I’m more than willing to turn you into the twisted little piggy you want to be. But that means you’ll do everything I say, no argument.” Again, I nodded. I was speechless, this man, the smoking sex god of my dreams, not only was going to make me a smoker but also turn me into a full pig. Had I died and gone to heaven? Or was I going to wake up from a wet dream at any moment? “Yes or no, boy,” Mike demanded, taking his pipe out of his mouth and pointing the stem at me sternly, “I need an answer.” “Fuck… um, yes!” I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other men in the dressing room. “Good answer, pig boy,” he said, walking away. I stood there stupidly for a second. Why was he leaving? Was he just joking? What in the actual fuck? All those thoughts and more raced through my head as he continued walking away. Suddenly, Mike stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You coming or not, fucker,” he asked, taking a massive draw on his pipe before shooting a massive nose jet. I jumped with a start, and after quickly making sure I had my key and had shut my locker, rushed to follow after him, enjoying the smell of his smoke drifting behind him. Soon enough, we were at another set of much larger lockers in a different part of the locker room. I watched as Mike reached into one of the pockets on his vest, procuring a key and opening what I assumed to be his locker. I stood silently as he began taking off his pants, revealing what had to be one of the biggest pierced and uncut cocks I had ever seen. “Like what you see, slut?” Mike asked, grabbing his dick and shaking it at me. “Jesus, your dick is… just wow,” I said, imagining that monster pounding away inside of me, destroying my insides before unloading deep in my guts. Mike let out a soft chuckle, before turning around and setting his pipe in the locker. Behind him, I could see several bottles of poppers, some toys and plugs, and what looked like a few jars of pipe tobacco, several large bowled pipes, a carton of Marlboro Reds, and a small humidor full of cigars. I continued watching as he stripped out of his jacket and hung it in the locker, revealing even more tattoos. Fuck, this man is so fucking sleazy and sexy, I thought to myself, slowly letting my hand drift to my cock. I looked at all the different tattoos, imagining myself getting covered in them as well. “We won’t be having any of that now, boy,” he said, turning around and holding up a stainless steel chastity cage, looking at me touching myself, “I figured we’d keep you nice and horny all night. The only way you’re going to cum is from your ass getting wrecked.” I could only nod, as he continued to rummage around in the locker, grabbing one of those familiar red and white packs. Suddenly, a slightly older, hairy, and slightly overweight but still muscular Hispanic guy walked up, his face covered with a five-o-clock shadow, and smoking a cigarette. He took a quick look at me and then slapped Mike on his back. “Hey, fucker,” he said, a slight Hispanic accent coming through in his deep voice, “ ready for another fuck fest tonight?” Mike laughed, grabbing the guy’s beefy ass and shaking it. “I’m sure you already have a few loads up there already,” he said, before nodding over at me, “This here is Dillon. Dillon, this twisted fucker is Pedro.” I smiled at Pedro, not sure what to say. As I began to look at the tattoo on his stomach, Pedro suddenly walked up to me, Red dangling in his mouth, and in a split second, pulled me into a bear hug, his hand quickly making its way down my back to my asshole. “Damn baby, you’re one cute little fucker, eh,” he asked, slowly massaging my entrance with his rough index finger. I couldn’t lie, it felt amazing. So much so, that I started to moan. “Hey now,” Mike said, slapping away his hand, “This slut is mine. I’m gonna be turning him into the smokey cum pig of his dreams.” With that comment, Mike winked at me, before opening a pack of Reds himself and lighting it up. “Damn,” Pedro replied, quickly releasing me and drawing hard on his Red, “Too bad. Would have loved to sample that tight fuck tunnel.” “Don’t worry, fucker, you’ll get to do more than just sample it later tonight,” Mike replied, slapping his hand on Pedro’s shoulder, “This one wants the full experience.” “Fucking nice,” Pedro laughed, “I’ll definitely save a huge load of my special sauce for that sweet ass.” With that, Pedro walked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke in his wake. “Follow me,” Mike said, snapping me out of my slight fuck haze, and we began walking to the bathroom part of the locker room. — Quickly, we walked up to one of the urinals. “Going to need to get that dick calmed down,” Mike said, showing me the chastity cage as he talked, “Then we can get this on and let the real fun begin.” “Oh, um, how do we do that,” I asked, unsure. “Consider this lesson one, pig,” he said, grabbing my dick and aiming it at my chest, “Try and piss.” Suddenly, it made sense to me. Pissing would make me soft, and thus be able to get the cage on me. And I’d also get to experience piss play in the process. I nodded and slowly began to relax, trying to will myself to start peeing. At first, nothing happened. As time slowly went by I began to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform, and that would be the end of the night. But then, I felt Mike grab my balls tightly and squeeze almost to an uncomfortable level. Suddenly I felt my bladder win the battle, and with a force I didn’t even know I had, began spraying myself in the face with a steady stream of hot, yellow piss. “Open that toilet mouth, boy,” Mike commanded, “Get a nice taste of that boy piss so it doesn’t go to waste.” I complied and felt as my piss was quickly aimed at my mouth. Salty and a tiny bit bitter was the first thing to come to mind, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Not too bad really, something I should have tried sooner. Filling my mouth fill up, I closed my mouth and gulped. I was doing it, I was drinking my own piss. I continued to fill my mouth up, with Mike aiming my slowly softening dick, and then gulp down each mouthful. Soon enough, my bladder was empty, piss barely dripping out of the tip of my now soft dick. In a flash, Mike deftly put the cage on my cock, locking it up almost before I even knew what was happening. It looked rather hot in my mind. My dick was slightly too small for the cage, but not overly uncomfortable. Just enough to remind me it was there. “Good boy,” Mike said, checking out his handiwork before moving his hand up to my stomach, rubbing it, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell you to gulp your piggy piss.” I smiled at his showering of twisted affection, proud of myself for having done what I should on my path to being a total pig. Standing up, Mike pulled me close, wiping a few remaining drops of piss from my face before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. He leaned down and locked lips with me. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt his tongue licking at my lips. Opened them, and felt as he began to slide his tongue over mine, breathing a lung full of smoke into me. He began pulling away, and I immediately missed his smoky tongue rubbing against mine. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at me. “Hold the smoke in boy,” he said, rubbing his thumb on my nipple. I did what he said, and just when I couldn’t hold it any longer, he continued. “Now blow that smoke in my face, pig.” I did, marveling at how much thick smoke poured out of my mouth and nose. I was doing it. I was really smoking. “Fucking nice,” he exclaimed, pinching my nipple and causing me to moan. I felt my cock began to stir again, only this time it was stopped, held in the metal confines of my cage. “I don’t think we need to go slow,” he continued, pulling out the pack of Reds and getting another in his lips. Pulling out the lit one from his mouth after putting the pack back, he held it up to the unlit one, puffing it quickly to life. He then pulled it out and put it up to my lips. “Open up, boy,” he said, rubbing it on my lips. Part of me was screaming in the back of my mind, saying I should stop. That smoking is such a bad habit. That I could just stop everything and go home. Mike though grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. I opened my mouth, and let him place it in, before wrapping my lips around the cigarette. “Last time you hesitate, boy,” he growled, releasing his grip on my now throbbing nipple, “Don’t forget, you said you’d do everything I tell you. And in exchange, you’ll become the pig you dream of being.” I nodded, mentally kicking myself for nearly blowing it. “Now boy, I want you to take a mouthful of smoke in and hold it in your mouth,” he said, holding me against him, rubbing my ass gently. I complied, surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of the smoke filling my mouth. I had no idea why the last time wasn’t nearly as good as this unless the kinkiness of the entire situation was adding to it. “Now open your lips just slightly, and take a breath in,” he continued, grabbing my ass and massaging it, “Don’t let it fall out of your mouth. Once you take in your breath, I want you to hold it and let that smoke saturate your virgin lungs.” I followed his instructions, feeling the slight burn as the harsh smoke flooded my lungs. Holding the smoke in my lungs, I felt the urge to cough slowly disappear, and my dick begin to stiffen even more, now trapped and throbbing almost painfully in the cage. “Now let it out through just your nose. Give Daddy a nice nose jet,” he said, his finger slowly drifting to my asshole. Again, I did exactly as he said, amazed at the amount of smoke billowing out of my nose. “Now keep doing that over and over, pig,” he said, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talked, “I want to see you smoke that whole thing to the butt.” I smiled and nodded, repeating everything he had told me. While we smoked, I felt him slowly working a finger into my tight asshole. Occasionally, he’d motion at me to follow him in removing my smoke, and we’d make out, swapping the smoke back and forth as I felt his rough finger slowly probe deeper into my virgin ass. It was quickly followed by a second, and as he worked them both deeper, his fingernails catching occasionally, causing me to wince slightly each time. “Fuck yeah, smoke that red down while I rough up that sweet boy hole,” he growled in approval, pulling out his fingers only to spit on them and then go back to fingering me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers curl slightly, rubbing up against what I could only guess was my prostate. I instinctively sucked hard on the cigarette, flooding my lungs with smoke. I fought back the urge to cough, grabbing at my caged dick in a futile attempt to relieve myself somehow. “Hold in that lungful, pig,” he muttered, his fingers digging deeper into that magical spot deep inside my ass, “No coughing. Don’t forget we’re making you a real smoker.” I nodded, looking down at my cock trying to distract myself. My cage dick was leaking a steady trail of precum, which was slowly puddling up on the ground. Finally, the urge to cough passed, and I let out a massive cloud of thick smoke from my mouth and nose. “Yeah, bud, flood those virgin lungs,” he said, continuing to work his fingers deeper, scratching at the walls of my guts, “We’re gonna really fuck those lungs tonight.” I groaned at his assault on my ass, taking the hint and taking one direct lung inhale after another. I began to really feel a buzz, and before I knew it, I realized my Red was smoked down to the butt, the heat just licking at my lips. Pulling the butt out of my mouth, Mike removed his fingers from my ass and began to gently push down on my shoulder. I looked quizzically at him, letting him push me down to the floor, my knees resting on the cold tile. “Daddy’s gonna empty his bladder in his boy, and then we’re gonna move to the next lesson,” he answered, shaking his semi-hard cock at my mouth. Relaxing my jaw, I let him pull my jaw down with his thumb and waited until his piss began to spray into my mouth. “Here it comes,” Mike groaned, grabbing both sides of my head as his piss was suddenly spraying the back of my throat, “Gonna make you a real human urinal, you fucking pig.” My mouth was flooded. It was different from mine, but for some reason, I felt like it tasted better, even with it being a lot stronger than mine. I quickly wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, eager to catch every drop. I felt my stomach slowly bloat out as I kept gulping down as fast as I could, amazed at the sheer volume he had in him. Finally, the stream started to slow down, and I felt him running his hands through my hair. “Gooooood boy…” he cooed, Red dangling out of his mouth and he looked down at me, a happy expression on his face, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell his pig boy not to waste any precious piss.” I smiled around the large dick in my mouth, proud of myself in a perverted way. Convinced that he was done, I pulled off his cock, and wiped my mouth. I gladly accepted another Red, which Mike placed into my mouth. Bringing a lighter up to it, I drew hard as he brought the flame to the tip, bringing the ember to life as smoke streamed down my throat and deep into my lungs. I let out a deep sigh, smoke billowing as I felt the familiar rush of nicotine flooding my body. I grabbed his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it, relishing the heat and heft in my hand. “Come on fucker,” he said, helping me up before spanking my ass hard, “You passed the first round of becoming a nasty fucking pig. Let’s keep going.” I followed him happily, leaving my own trail of smoke as he led me out of the bathroom, and on to my next trial.

I never thought I was gay, in fact it disgusted me. I was always very clean - verging on germaphobia - and was horrified when I found out what was involved in gay sex. This didn’t stop my family from thinking I was, partially due to me being 5’5 and almost hairless, and partially because I’d never really had a girlfriend. I had dated a few girls throughout my time in highschool and college, but I was an overachiever, graduating both a year early; which never left me much time for girls. My parents promptly stopped complaining about my lack of serious relationships when at 20 years old I got a six figure administrative position straight out of college. This was my dream job and what I had been working for all my life. The one downside was how little work there was, I had been so used to being busy that after getting the position I was bored. After nearly a year at my new job I was desolate. Bored out of my mind, I had made very few friends at work due to my age and had little going on outside of work. I chose to Chanel my boredom into something productive, more work. My department was famous for its annual team building trips. While I had yet to attend one I was excited and when the higher ups sent notice they needed help planning I jumped at the opportunity. This year they had decided on a nature retreat and had picked a series of cabins they thought could be good to host us. My job was to help determine which was best. I was supposed to go to one of the cabins and stay a week; seeing how it is, planning activities, and the like. I got assigned the most expensive and isolated option, 2 hours from the nearest town. Since it was so expensive instead of renting the entire cabin for me to stay, we chose to only rent a room. The owner assured me that I would still have free reign and the only other person there would be him. The cabin was a five hour drive from my home, most of which was through empty country and forest. I stopped at the last town to get gas I noticed the gas pumps didn’t have a card reader so I went inside to pay. The gas station was surprisingly well kept, but there was a strange noise inside: almost like a sloshing sound. I ignored it and went up to the cashier. ”how you doin’ there bud” said the cashier, he was tall and slim with thick stubble. ” I’m doing well sir how are you” I replied “ just dandy bud, what can I do you for” ” $50 on pump two please” “you got it, if you don’t mind me asking bud, where you headed” ” a cabin up on lake red rock” I noticed the sloshing sound was stronger up at the counter but continued to ignore it. ” Oh boy you’re in for a good time, how long you staying?” “a week sir” “that’s what you say — Oh fuck yeah” he moaned out. He stepped back and I saw that he was completely naked from the waist down. His wet penis hung a good 7 inches down on his equally low balls. As he stepped back a stout naked man an inch or two shorter than me walked out from under the counter. The naked man looked at me, smiled, and then I saw him swallow whatever had been in his mouth. I stood shell shocked, unsure of what to do I just stared blankly as the man walked into a door in the back. ”sorry bout that bud” the cashier said as he bent down to pull up his pants. “ but boy needs his food, I’m sure you understand” he added as he handed me my receipt. I walked out in silence and sped away as soon as my car was full. I tried to put it out of my mind on the drive, but kept replaying it. I suddenly realized the man had not been fully naked but had had some strange pink plastic dome where his penis should have been. ding on the porch waiving . I had only emailed him and in my mind pictured him as your standard retiree . This man was far from standard though. Standing at least a foot above me he was a Goliath of a man, with near body builder physique he was tattooed from the bottom of his beard to his feet. He wore only shorts, although with all his body hair he practically had a built in shirt. He was bald on the top of his head, but where most would see a flaw, on him it looked perfectly natural. — I’m sorry if this is a bit dull but I plan to add more soon feel free to ad suggestions/criticisms this is my first time really writing something

Incest between consenting adults? Yes It's none of my business who a grown person wants to love or have sex with.

Oh it would have been a lot better without the relationship guilt for sure 😕. About four years ago when I was single I was working on a job in oroville, small town maybe 10k people, and managed to talk a hot Hispanic Starbucks Batista that only wanted to do oral into almost a full day of nonstop bareback. I probably filled him up seven times.

When he pulled out, I squatted down and licked his small cock clean. Seemed the least I could do. Then I did the same for Bill as he bent over the desk, burying my head between his flabby buttocks and licking up the cum from his warty hole. "Thanks," said Bill and sent me off to make a hot drink as Peter began to sweep up the foyer. It was nearly time for our shift to end. As I watched Peter's pert arse as he swept up, an idea occured to me about something we could do on our way home....

I feel flattered if the top cums fast honestly

Hi. Sensational story. Similar to a lot here. Gay from 15 to 22. As a bottom got fucked a lot as you do at that age. But got shit scared from aids and all the not so accurate info back then. Married my mates sister. Couple amazing kids. Then divorced. 8 yrs ago now 48. Totally out as a gay bottom man. Never happier. Pozzed about 2 years ago by a special man and his friend. Was a sensational fun loving brutal pozzing at his house fully planned over a weekend. I feel i am living my life now. Gay Cum Bot pozzed. I am that faggot. I will die from this amazing sickness with no regrets. The man who pozzed still fucks me and always reminds me he ended my life in my faggot arse with his manly death stick. I could not be happier.

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

Good for Sara! It is a testament to your skill as an author that I hate Connor as much as I have ever hated a fictional character. That he would cultivate a friendship with the brother knowing how he treated Zach and got him dropped from a whole circle of friends is just another example of what a self-serving asshole he is. Thanks for keeping this going! You really are the best jbucktown.

The pig will out - part 2 When I got home, I panicked about what I'd done and the fact that I had unprotected sex with strangers I couldn't even see. I swore to keep away from that place and for a couple of weeks I was a good boy. I was very stressed in case I came down with the fuck 'flu, but after a couple of weeks it kinda receded into the background, and I found myself really horny and felt the need for sex really bad. One night, almost without thinking, I found myself in the car next to the playing field, almost as if my body needed to breed and was taking over my rational mind, even as my rational mind was saying 'Oh, you've done it once and everything is okay. You can do it again and get away with it.' I got out of the car and went over to the old public toilet. It seemed pretty quiet, but when I stepped inside it was full of bodies, and the darkness was full of the smells of sweat, piss and spunk. Immediately, hands reached for my body, grabbing the bulge in my jeans and pulling at my belt. Dry, urgent whispered voices, surrounded me as guys pulled off my tee shirt and dragged my trousers and underwear down. "Fuck, yeah, nice body," someone breathed. "Gonna get fucked tonight, boy?" whispered another, as a wet mouth engulfed my cock. I stepped out of my clothing and stood naked in the darkness, which seemed to excite the crowd of men around me, who jostled each other to suck my cock, explore my arse, and plunge their tongues into my mouth. Poppers were thrust under my nose, and in the chemical rush, two thoughts crossed my mind, first, that the guys were barely men, they were more like demons in the darkness, wanting to spread their seed and damning anyone who came into their clutches, and second, how incredibly excited I was at the extent of my depravity. "Get 'im bent over!" someone said with an evil chuckle, "Fuck the bitch." I was pulled firmly into the rear of the toilet and shoved into a cubicle. I couldn't see virtually anything, but apparently a man was already sitting on the pan and I positioned so his fat, stiffening cock was against my mouth. I felt his fingers separate my lips, and his cock slid into my mouth. Eager fingers were spreading my arse and I felt the familiar cold, slippery lube being applied. The man seated on the pan bent low and stuck a bottle of poppers under my nose, hissing "Well now, what have we here? Dirty little bitch," adding a laugh that sounded like dry leaves on a pavement. I felt hands holding me open and then the first cock began to force itself into me, the head widening my hole, and then slipping into me with a rush. I groaned as I was fucked, holding onto the thighs of the man sitting before me, while I greedily sucked on his cock. Then I heard the man in my arse grunting, and felt his cock throb as he came. He withdrew his cock roughly, and someone else's rough finger was thrust into me, who briefly explored my hole, and then excitedly asked "Oh yeah, he's wet. Who's next?" A thick, slimey cock slid up me, and a huge belly rested on my back as a fat troll got in the saddle and began to fuck my arse. After two or three minutes, his thrusts became more urgent, and then he pushed hard against me and groaned loudly as he shot his spunk into my dripping hole. Suddenly, a lighter flared as the man seated on the toilet lit a cigarette, even as I kept sucking his cock. I managed to catch a glimpse of his thin, wasted face, his sunken cheeks and the sores around the mouth. The man's eyes, however, were his most striking feature. They seemed to suggest they were as old as time and utterly pitiless in the intensity with which he bored into my soul. "Welcome to the brotherhood," he grinned, as his cock began to spurt in my mouth, adding "Dirty seed for a dirty boy!" I knew then I was lost forever....