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-Martin I felt the sweet burn of meth in my throat as I sucked down the smoke from my pipe. I watched as Chris passed out from Greg fucking him. It was pathetic really I could take Greg’s cock like it was nothing but I guess everyone starts somewhere. My hole was still gaped from my masters cock, his cum slowly dripping from me. At this point barely a day passed without him filling me. I’d convinced Chris that I just lubed myself up before he would fuck me though I have no idea how he never noticed how loose I was. I’m glad that Chris will be joining me soon. I love him in a way, not like the love I have for master but kind of like a brother. I still remembered when I started down the path that led here. - It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. I stayed in the city over the summer cause I rented an apartment year round. I was still staying loyal to Chris because I thought we were in love. I’d go to random gay bars but turn down everyone who offered to fuck me which was a lot. Chris was supposed to come up the first weekend after class ended and I had been jerking off to the thought every day since. It had been nearly a year since we fucked and my hole was HUNGRY. Friday afternoon however he canceled saying some bullshit about needing to help a family friend. I was fucking pissed but wasn’t about to sit around like a loser. I went to a straight club planning to blackout instead of dealing with my feelings, however after one drink I met the most beautiful man in the world. He had thick brown hair that I would later learn covered his entire body. He was wearing black slacks and a white button up that was bulging with his thick muscular body. I was already in awe and then he came up and talked to me. He was at least a foot taller than me and had a deep dreamy voice. “What are you doing drinking by yourself handsome” the man said “ drowning my sorrows in vodka what about you” I responded trying to be nonchalant “Ha” he laughed “ I’m looking for something or someone to do tonight, so why are you sad, girl trouble, boy trouble” he said slyly while showing a shining white grin “ boy trouble” I answer “ trust me the only girl trouble I have is holding my friends hair up when they get wasted” “Damn I’m sorry to hear that a hot boy like you should have your pick of the litter” Holy shit he called me hot I thought “You wanna go somewhere else and talk about it” he placed a massive calloused hand on the small of my back “Sure” I said “but I do have a boyfriend” “And I have no intention of getting in the way of that” he said, leading me outside. Once we got to the street he hailed a cab and guided me in. I wasn’t going to cheat on Chris even if he was being an asshole and I was with the hottest man on the planet I wasn’t. We pulled up to a bar called the bloody scorpion. “I’ve never heard of this place” I said as we left the cab “It’s my bar I’d be happy to show you around sometime if you’d like” he told me as we walked to a door next to it. “This here is my place” He opened the door to a stairwell the lead above the bar. “Wow do you live up here” I asked as we entered a clean semi-modern studio Apartment. “I do” he responded “you like” “Definitely I think that the space between your couch and the wall is bigger than the apartment I share with 3 people” “Thank you I try to take care of it. You want something else to drink or would you like something stronger” Fuck did I just go home with a druggy. I don’t do anything but weed I thought. He must’ve seen the look on my face and added. “Oh just weed, nothing too bad” he said with a chuckle “ we’ll get the meth out later” I laughed back “oh yeah I love pot I was scared for a second there” “No need to be scared let’s just go up to the roof to smoke though” he said We went up to his roof which had a small garden and patio furniture and shared a blunt as I bitched about Chris. “So you’re hoping to get back at him tonight is that why you came here.” The man asked “No I’d never cheat on the man I love, I hope that’s not disappointing” I answered. “Not at all, though if you’d like I could help you with your hole without it being cheating” “What do you mean” I asked curiously “Not to brag but I have an impressive collection of toys downstairs and would be happy to use them to help you get relief.” I thought about it for a minute but I guess it didn’t count if it was just toys “Yeah that would be great just toys though nothing more” “Of course” he answered He guided me down to what must’ve been a basement under the bar. I saw another stairwell that must lead to it since this was clearly being used as storage. There was a door at the back of the hallway that he lead me through. “I just realized I don’t know your name” I asked as I entered the dark room “When you’re in here call me master” he said in what I thought was a joking tone. “Ok master” I answered jokingly “Good boy now let’s leave our clothes here” he said pointing to a small table. It was the first time I was naked in front of someone besides Chris and was really nervous while master stripped right to his bulging jock strap. He was even more magnificent naked. His hairy thick body was covered in tattoos and his white jock was clearly stained but that only made it look better as it was clearly full to bursting. “ you nervous boy” master asked grinning “ a little bit yeah” “Take your time I’ll go get some stuff out for you” he said as he walked further into the dark room. I stripped fully down. I was glad I shaved expecting Chris to come. Just then green light flooded the room and I saw it all. This was a fully kited out playroom any porn studio would be jealous of, the walls were covered up and down with different sex toys most of which I was clueless about. In the middle were several slings, benches, and other furniture I assumed was for sex but couldn’t guess how. “Holy fuck do you secretly operate a porn empire here” I asked approaching the sling master had brought a chair and table to. “I’ve been know to film a video or two” he said with a laugh. “Well looks like someone’s got a cock on them don’t you boy” “Yeah I guess I do but I’m a bottom through and through” “That’s understandable, Now hop into the sling and we’ll get started” I tried to pull myself into the sling but it was fairly high and I had never been in one before so I slipped. Master picked me up and easily lifted me into the sling. He secured my legs in the air with cuffs but left my hands free. “Now I think it would be best if you put a blindfold on so that you can fully enjoy the feeling without being intimidated by the size” he said as he put a sleep mask over my face. I heard him walk away for a minute before I felt a cold sensation on my hole. I felt my hole part for something and let out a moan as it had been so long. “Damn I’m only putting the lube in and you’re already moaning like a whore” master said before I felt the cold sensation flood my guts as I assumed he squirted me full of lube. It felt so good having any thing in my ass I was already panting. “I’m gonna put the first dildo in now that okay boy” master asked I only moaned in response as I felt the plastic head spread my hole. It felt orgasmic having something inside me again and I kept moaning with every push. He fucked me with it for a few minutes before moving up to a higher size. He continued this for what felt like eternity. “Alright boy this one is pretty big but let’s try it” he said as I felt a large head press against my hole. He pressed hard for a few minutes but it wouldn’t go in. “I think I’ve got something to help with this, you want this dildo right boy” he ask “Yes please I need it” I moaned out “Alright I’m going to put something under your nose and you need to inhale it and hold till I tell you” he said. I heard a cap unscrewed and a hiss next to me then he pressed one of my nostrils down and told me to inhale. It smelled like chemicals but I breathed it in before he did the same to my other nostril. “Alright exhale now boy” he said and I felt a rush as he pushed the dildo deep into me. I felt amazing and the dildo filling me only made it better. “How about you take off that blindfold now son.” He told me As I took the blindfold off I saw him sitting between my legs holding a dildo balls deep into me. Once he saw I had taken it off he pulled it all the way out revealing that it was at least 8 inches long and three inches thick. This was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me. He handed me a vial and said. “This is what I gave you to open you up it’s called poppers , keep inhaling it so that you stay stretchy just like I showed you okay boy” I only moaned in response before hitting the poppers again. I didn’t like drugs but at this point I needed this dildo in my ass and didn’t care. Master kept fucking me with the dildo for at least an hour before it started to fit without the poppers. My cock had been dripping precum all night and I had begun to feel a weird sensation in my ass. It felt like something was build and I started to squirm before suddenly the most intense orgasm of my life hit me. Piss flowed from me and I feel my hole pushing out as my mind was clouded by pleasure. “Ha ha seems like someone had their first pissgasm” master said chuckling as my pleasure subsided “Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to” I stammered out “Don’t apologize boy pleasure is the point of this room, just lick it up and we’re fine” “Huh” i asked in shock “I said lick your piss off my floor” he repeated slowly before lifting me off the sling and onto the ground where my piss puddle laid. I had never drank piss before but my head was still clouded by the orgasm and weed so I stuck my younger out to try and found an amazing bitter sweet flavor. I eagerly licked the rest of the floor clean loving the taste. “Seems like someone’s a natural piss pig” master said as I looked up at him “ there’s a car outside that’ll take you home and give you my number call me if you want to do this again” “Yes master” I said before leaving “thank you”

My body flinched as I felt the sharpness of his pointed finger nail scratching and scraping my ass lining. I moaned and whimpered at the pain as his finger dug deeper tearing me with every movement. After all his profile stated he guaranteed conversion no questions asked. It all started a couple of hours earlier, I had smoked a joint then gorged myself on pasta as the munchies kicked in. Still buzzing and very rampant I went on to the search for a fuck on line. Desperately needing to get laid, but there was very few guys nearby and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden he flashed up as 1 mile away. His picture showed a long dangly cock with low hangers, guessing it must have been around eight inches with a big head that the foreskin rolled back neatly over. His body looked ravaged and skinny, his information showed he was a 50 year old five foot ten inches top poz guy who enjoys bareback sex and looking for slutty twinks to knock up. At 19 years old I found the whole thing quite disturbing but fascinating, nasty but tasty, disgusting but desirable, my head was still buzzing and the mixed feelings drove me replying. I typed slowly but carefully... 19 year old bottom, five feet eight inches, trim build and in need of a good fucking. So here we are, me sat on his bed smoking a joint with him as he strips naked, I couldn't help but notice the biohazard tattoo framing his left nipple. He moved towards me and started undressing me, I relaxed as the joint started to hit and the familiar buzz feeling shrouded my senses. Asking if I was neg my head nodded and he smirked telling me he needs a young neg twink to carry his legacy and I would do perfectly to knock up. My cock hardened as he put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I responded like a trooper devouring his mouth an tongue with the eagerness to move things along. He stroked my back as I felt a sharp scratching from my neck tracing all the way down my spine, my body wriggled to move away but he laughed and told me if I felt that nail scratch down my back wait until it rips your ass lining preparing you to receive my toxic seed and make you mine. I found myself trying to swallow his tongue as he kissed me harder and slowly edging me backwards until I fell on to the bed. His legs moved under mine pushing them up and exposing my hole, his hand slowly working down my body, passing my cock and balls he scratched at the ring of my hole. Slightly tickling me my legs moved further up and I let out a cry of pain as he jabbed his finger into my hole. I grabbed his arm to stop him but he gave a sharp twist of his wrist as searing pain erupted in my arse as he tore away at my ass lining opening up wounds that would provide easy access for his virus. I moaned and whimpered as the pain continued from his relentless scratching and scraping. He pulled his finger out and I could see it was coated in my blood as he sucked and licked his finger clean. He moved in closer and positioned his legs so that mine were hooked up around him. The fog was starting to clear and I realised what I was doing, he leaned over me a lit up the joint clamped his mouth over mine, he pinched my nose shut and forced me to breath in drug that would ease my conversion. He held me like this for nearly a minute and when he released me I was floating and in my own world. I groaned loudly as he pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, the blood was causing friction which he continued to push past. The pain was excruciating and I pushed with my hands against his breasts, quickly my hands were pushed over my head and held in position as he pushed the last few inches deep in to my ass followed by several hard thrusts. My head rolled from side to side and my back arched in pain and pleasure. Slow deep thrusts were erupting from his hips, every forward thrust was followed by his balls slapping against my ass. He told me I was probably already converted by his pre cum alone he he continued slowly fucking me. The pain was almost gone as my ass was now lubed by his pre cum. His legs moved closer to me as he lodged his cock deep up to his balls, his hips providing all the momentum he needed. I could feel his balls hitting me in quick succession, he let out a moan as he continued on his legacy quest. He stared directly in to my eyes smiling as he continued, each thrust was met with gasping and begging for him to fuck me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest on to mine and I felt his hands tighten their grip on my arms, still looking deeply in to my eyes he let out a load long grunt "Fuck boy, I'm gonna fucking own you.". He jolted forward pushing his hips harder against me, I cried out as I felt his cock stiffen even more and his ball sacked contracted up. A second hard jolt as I felt a warm stream of his toxic seed flooding my torn ass. I felt a stinging sensation as the wounds inflicted were deep enough to trap his seed. I struggled to free myself but his grip was held tight, never loosing eye contact he jolted forward again as another stream of seed erupted in to my ass. I was panting through excitement as another jolt pushed me up the bed and he collapsed on top of me breathing hard. It took several minutes for both of us to calm down, his cock slipped out of my now well lubricated ass, he rolled on to his back as I caught a glimpse of his blood streaked cock. I got up off the bed and dressed myself and left his apartment. By the time I got home there was a message from him "Part of me is part of you forever.".

I was headed to Amsterdam and I was super excited I was conservative in real life but my brain was a different place. I was keen to explore somewhere where noone knew who I was. I was 19 and had had a couple of sexual experiences, with both boys and girls, but despite my 6'4 muscular built frame I had a very submissive side. My hottest experience to date had been an anonymous beat hook-up with an older man who had gruffly told me what to do while throatfucking me in the bushes. For this reason I was keen to try some Dom/Sub fetish kink when I visited Amsterdam. I had done some reading prior to travel and found a club which had a "slave night". That sounded hot. A breif outline suggested that for safety there was a pre-agreed contract and that "slaves" could nominate a safe word, and whether sex would be with a condom or bareback. I had played around a few times only, only done anal sex once, and never bareback. I didn't even know PreP was a thing. I was super keen to at least see slave night, but it coincided with my first night in Amsterdam. I was jetlagged as fuck, and to try to get over the insult of having my large frame crushed into an economy seat for the long haul there I had been drinking heavily. I had time to find my hotel and have a shower before stumbling back out into the street not knowing if it was actually the correct day. Despite this I managed to navigate to the strip where the club was located and find my way to the casheir. This is when I first realised I had a problem. I had expected the staff to know some English, and I wasn't sure if he was faking it or not, but the older guy manning the register appeared to know none. I pointed to the poster advertising "slave night" and he managed to say "Are you slave? Slaves free." Free sounded good so I nodded and said "slave" and he handed me a clip board. The form on the clipboard was all in flemish. I didn't understand a word of it. "slave contract" the casheir managed to say, but when I enquired about safe words and safe sex he just looked confused and said "slave sign. Gift". I was very keen to get in the club and it sounded like he was sweetening the deal with a gift, so I signed the form and handed it back. "Good" he grunted before pointing me to the door to the side. Once inside it was very dark, and before my eyes could adjust a different older man dressed in leathers came to usher me to a side room. "slaves strip here" he said offering me a jock strap. "Will return for clothes". I went into the side room and found a couple of other older guys changing into their straps. Sadly all their conversation was in dutch so they were no help. I changed into my jock and the man returned to collect my clothes. He said something in flemish that I did not understand, but the others did. they lined up close together and I followed to fit in. The man in leather then proceeded to lock wrist and ankle cuffs on us followed by collars. He then chained us together collar to collar in a line before leading us into the main room. The room was darker than the changing room and could not see well, but I knew the room was full of men awaiting the spectacle. The effects of the alcohol were still with me and I had to grab the shoulder of the man in front to stop myself falling before I got used to the dark. There was some cheering from the crowed and before I knew it I was disconnected from the men in front and behind and led to a side stool. There I had my collar refastened, but additionally my ankles and wrists were fastened with me bent over a low padded frame. This was not how I had imagined things at all! When was the auction? what was going to happen next? Just as I was having all these thoughts a powerful older bear step in front of me. He was wearing chaps and leather chest straps, but nothing else. His huge cock hung in front of my face and I could see that is was peirced. My eyes followed it up, admiring his hair and lingering over the tattoo below his navel before progressing up. My eyes met his and he gave a sly grin before saying "master now" and pointing to himself before following with "Suck!". He slapped me in the face with his stiffening member and as i opened my mouth in shock he shoved it in. Initially I gagged but soon adjusted and did my best to pleasure what of his massive cock I could fit in my mouth. He was soon hard as a rock, but I think a little disappointed that I could not take him all in my throat without gagging. He withdrew his cock and slapped me in the face with it again. At this time I could see more closely the tattoo above his cock. A nice neat scorpion. It looked hot, but I did not know the significance. He spat on his hand and bent over me to jam his fingers in my ass. Then simply said "Fuck". At this time he stepped behind me and spat directly on my ass. he pushed me forward and higher on the stool and spread my ass cheeks before rubbing his cock on my ass. At this stage I realised I didn't know what the safe word was and I tried to twist my head back to ask. As I did the collar caught and held me in place. I tried to turn my head but could only manage so far and as I said the word condom a ball gag was shoved in my mouth and secured at the back. A fresh bottle of poppers was held to my nose and as I felt my face flush and my heart race so I felt the peirced head of his cock start to work inside my hole. I yelped as the head popped through the sphincter but that was just met with a firm slap on my ass. More spit was applied and popprs were again held under my nose. I sniffed hungrily and as I felt the burn in my nostrils so I felt another hard slap on my ass and the advancement of the monster into me a little deeper. Successive slaps and thrusts followed until I could feel the tip of his cock deep in my guts and his huge full balls pressing my own. He paused to take a deep breath before adjusting his hands so that he gripped my hips firmly. He fed me another hit of poppers, but that was his final kindness. He started fucking me like I was an object for use. The spit was inadequate lube and I could feel the peircing tearing my sides, but he did not stop. I tried to get off the stool, but the restraints held me firm. He was using me like this if I liked it or not. He continued with long rough strokes for some time, quickening or slowing his pace as he liked to suit his own pleasure. The pain was intense and I was thankful for the last bit of alcohol I had on board, but the dark room and my jetlag made it hard to know how long he pumped me. He again adjusted his grip to have one hand on my shoulder and the other my hips and begain to again quicken his pace. This time however he did not slow but got faster and faster until his balls slammed into mine one last time, he gave out a guttoral half roar and I felt his hips buck as he throbbed and twitched inside me, shooting rope after rope of his jizz into my torn up insides. He held there for a while twitching, before withdrawing and leaving without so much as a parting word. A few minutes later my restraints were unlocked and I was led blinking back to the change room where my clothes were waiting. The combination of Alcohol, jetlag and what had happened left me bewildered. I got dressed quickly and headed for the door without making eye contact. I glanced at the guy on the door briefly as a pitiful plea to open the door and he let me out. As I stepped through the threshold he said "Enjoy your gift". I hurried back to my hotel, fell straight into bed and passed out/slept immediately. The next morning there was a crust of cum and blood in my underpants, which was enough to convince me that the events of the night before were not just all an alcohol and sleep deprivation induced dream. I beat off hard and blew a massive load all over my own chest in bed, To reinforce that truth 2 weeks later I came down with a raging fever. I now understand the significance of the scorpion tattoo and the gift I received on my Amsterdam trip.

As a top, i love my partner slutty. I mean, real slutty, a no load refused cumdump. He would be open about it, talking about it with pride, no shame. I love them when they're insatiable.

I'd been to a bar with a friend, had a few drinks before parting ways and heading back to my flat. Feeling horny I decided to quickly clean up before scrolling grindr, which is when an account popped up. 2 tops 👀 4 sub. If received a few dick pics. I opened and looked at them, decent sized cock, looked sucksble. I started getting horny looking at them. I sent my pics back before receiving a message: "You arrive, let yourself in, and head into the living room. There will be a mattress on the floor, the lights will be off. Strip, get on all fours, say "ready". We'll come in and use you, when we finish, you pick up your clothes and quickly leave. You like?" My drunk self happily agreed and he sent me the address. 15 minute walk. I told him roughly when I'd arrive. I prelubed my ass, threw on my coat, and left my flat. It was 2am, slightly chilly, but not too bad. I marched to the address, turned down a street and got to the house. I walked up to the door and gently pushed it open, they'd left it on the latch. The house was dark, almost pitch black, and my nerves started to spike. What was I doing?!? I hadn't even seen his face! But I'd come this far, would be a shame to turn around now. I walked down the hallway and turned into the room on the right, the mattress was where they said it would be. I quickly stripped and got onto the mattress like he told me to. It felt so stupid to be doing this everything felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so right... "uh r-ready" I called out. I heard a movement from outside the room and 2 guys came in, already nude. They looked relatively young, mid to late 20s, but it was difficult to tell from the lack of light. Their facial features almost impossible to discern. "what a slut, you actually came" one of them said as he got behind me, the other going in front. My cock twitched from being called a slut. The one behind got down, held my cock, and began sucking it. I let out a small moan before the other guy slid his fingers in my mouth. I began licking and sucking them. I then felt 2 fingers start to push into my ass as I let out another moan. 2 soon turned to 3 as I could feel him trying to stretch my hole. The guy at the front grabbed me by the hair. "you like that slut?" "yes sir" I responded still softly moaning. The guy from behind them stood up and moved round to the front. "quickly stuck me off, and use lots of spit, in not planning on adding extra lube." I leaned up and felt he's cock land on my face. I held it in my hand and spat on the shaft before plunging it into my mouth. I was glad I squirted some lube in my ass before I came. I sucked it, more trying to cover it in saliva than give him pleasure, he moaned anyway. I slid my tongue under his foreskin as I softly pulled it back and forth. I couldn't see it clearly but it felt about 6 inch, reasonably thick, like the one in the photo. After a minute or so he pulled his cock out my mouth and I was pushed back down onto all 4s. His cock was quickly replaced by the other guys, which felt slightly larger and thicker. I began sucking as the other guy spat on my hole and shoved 3 fingers in and stretched me out. He pulled out and I felt his slimy cock rub against my hole. I wiggled my ass against him. He let out a small laugh and put his tip to my hole, slowly pushing in. I felt a dull pain from the invasion and I let out a small wimper. A bottle was held under my nose, "sniff" the guy said. I did as was told and took a deep breath. Poppers. My mind was racing as the guy started to quickly pound my hole. I let out deep moans in rhythm to the fucking as both my holes were used by the men. "such a slut, being used by 2 strangers on a dirty mattress, you love it don't you?" the guy I was sucking said. All I could do was moan in agreement. Being used by 2 strangers who I could barely see was sending my horny levels off the chart. After a few more minutes of being fucked the guy slapped my ass as his breaths started to get heavier, I could tell he was getting close. I started rocking backwards and forwards, pushing him as deep into me as possible. "you want my load you little slut?" I pulled the cock out my mouth, "yes sir, flood me deep". He slapped my ass again before grabbing my waist and picked up the pace. After a few more seconds he pushed as deep into me as he could go, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. He waited there, panting, as he filled me full of his cum. He then slide out and his cock was immediately replaced by the other guy, I could feel his cock stretching my hole. He started off slow, letting my insides adjust as more poppers were held under my nose. He then reached forward, grabbed my hair and started fucking me hard, driving his cock into my guts. My head was then brought down and pushed against the mattress with my ass still in the air. I could smell the mattress, musky, dirty, used. "take my cock you stupid slut" he shouted at me as he pushed his dick what felt deeper and deeper into me. And I did, I lay their moaning and talking it. A guy I hadn't seen nor even spoken to using my hole, treating me like a whore. "ah fuck I'm gonna breed you, I'm so close" he finally said after a few minutes, my ass starting to ache. After slamming into me a few more times he pushed deep into my guts, his cock starting to pulse, painting my insides white. He then pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "what a nasty whore" he said before spitting on me. I lay there with my ass still up in the air, softly rubbing my loose wet hole. "your stuff is outside, we're finished" one of the guys said. "wdym?" I asked getting up. "it's out the front door, leave" he replied, grabbing me. He lead me to the door, pushed me out and closed it behind. There I was, standing outside completely naked, cum slowly leaking from my ass. My clothes and shoes a few meters in front of me which I quickly picked up and put on. I then marched back home to jerk off and play with my hole. When I got back the grindtr account had gone, probably blocked me. I felt so used, so nasty, like a real whore. Nothing but a hole that they used for 1 night. But I've realised that that is what turned me on so much...

I love both your aj99 responses. I have been low key wondering how so many people kept referring to Mr. Dover’s stories as the hotTest words ever typed (and sooooo helpfully where we could buy them for ourselves). Call me skeptical, call me jaded ( just don’t call me late for dinner ( or breakfast now that I think about it)….but something seems rotten in Denmark. I suddenly find both the specificity of his message to the eager bottom but more the fact that it was public suspicions. Almost like it was intended to get someone in the purposefully targeted niche audience to rise to the bait….so that he could clutch his pearls, cry foul, and remind everyone that we could go buy his stories in a prime location. Sorry for being unsexy 99. I will now pick up the pipe and find a hot story to stroke to on this wonderful forum.

I am disappointed there just stupid people on here. Without Dr. Fauci what advancements would there be with current HIV treatments?

You use your words. You say "I'm into rimming (or being rimmed). Is that something you'd like to do?" And so on. If you want, you can preface the discussion by saying "I know we're basically very compatible in terms of what each of us likes, broadly speaking. But there are things I'm interested in (or "I've done that I'd like to do with you") and I'd like to talk about those and see what's on the table."

Had a great four hour session with a very attractive dominant top today! He was a nice dark caramel color with a good 8 1/2 thick curved dick. Very passionate, he ran into my hole for hours and then I reciprocated by deep throating his dick until we were ready to move to his sling. He took his time to penetrate me playing with my hole with just the tip of his dick until I was moaning and begging for more. Finally, I was able to get him balls deep where he fucked me until two loads were deposited. We are scheduled a second session to continue this chemistry. Can’t wait!

World Building content warning: I have been working on this for a couple weeks and the fort chapter is a bit long This is the first chapter of a story in a world 1000 years in the future and a lot of things have changed. A great deal of this chapter deals with world building details explaining some of these changes and the reasons why they happened I tried ro make this part as amusing as I could, The dialogue between Religious Leader and Critical Thinker made me chuckle a few times. Yes I laugh at my own jokes I also think many of you would join me in wishing that PIFs and Orange Parks really existed in today’s world To make things easier I marked the largest part of the World Building section between two lines of @@@@@@@@ symbols If you skip it don’t blame me if you have no idea what the hell is going on later in the story I hope you stick with me and read it all. I’m writing this like a book and some World Building has to be done Scanbu ************************************************************************************************************* Author's note: This is a possible future and may conflict with things in present day stories. One possible reason is it's hard to remember things that happened 1000 years ago Rule one is that there are no paradoxes... Rule two is that if you find a paradox refer to Rule one... Chapter One: Coning Home The man waited in the dark for his husband to get home, though this “home” was not the home his husband thought he was coming to. This had been years in the making and would not have been possible if the waiting man had not been foresighted and nostalgic many years ago The door opened and the man’s husband stepped into the dark room “Lights” the new arrival said. He was always forgetting that he just had to think his commands in a certain mode but the old vocal commands still worked though the lights stayed off this time “Dammit why won’t these damn lights work?” the mans husband muttered “Because I asked them to stay off” The man said in an amused voice His husband actually looked around then and caught the feel of the place, the moonlight coming in through the two story high windows, the muted background sounds of a city around them, the proportions of the place “Zeke, you didn’t!” Tommy said. He knew this place in his bones, though these particular bones had never been here before. But how… this was not possible The lights came up and Tommy found himself in their old apartment, everything was the same down to the cracked brick in the wall across from the elevator door, it even felt the same but this building had been torn down centuries ago “Did you have the building rebuilt from the original plans or something?” Tommy asked “I had it reassembled. This is the original building, on the exact same spot. Remember I took you to Eurp[e when the building was “torn down”? I had it disassembled brick by brick and each brick was numbered and stored with it’s exact position recorded. I have had the supports modernized to fix the structural problem that caused us to have to condemn it and the building is completely updated to modern technological standards” Zeke said Several buildings had stood here in the centuries since but when the last one had been demolished 5 years ago Zeke had decided it was time. He had every brick treated with a preservative that made them virtually indestructible and then had the building painstakingly rebuilt. Old photographs and even more accurate memory scans on Zeke himself had exactly duplicated the furnishings and decorations “Welcome HOME my Tommy!” He said as he took his husband in his arms and kissed him “And happy 1000th anniversary” He said once the kiss broke Tommy looked confused, their 1000th wedding anniversary was not for over a year “Tommy, it’s April 12th 3024” he said gently. Suddenly Tommy’s eyes widened and his hand went to his mouth “We met in that Bathhouse 1000 years ago today!” He gasped “And you brought me to this apartment for the first time that night. How did I forget that?" He asked “Because it’s not really something we kept track of. It's the day you drove The Darkness out of me. It had almost won you know. I almost fell completely and would have without you” Zeke said Zeke was thrilled, in all their centuries together he had never caught his Tommy this off guard, Tommy did it to him probably once every few years but this was a first for Zeke He took Tommy’s hand and led him over to the dance studio with it’s mirrored wall. Tommy found his tights exactly where he knew they would be, In a drawer next to the small changing area. Zeke had remade their home perfectly They did their stretches, moved to the center of the floor and a mental command started that old Billy and Mike song playing The two flowed like water through the dance, They were both in their 5th clone body having just made the jump again about 10 years ago. The Entity managed not only to transfer normal memories but also muscle memory. The only thing it could not transfer was stamina and that took a couple years of steady work to rebuild Tommy and Zeke were the best dancers in history by now. They had done this dance thousands of times and it still invoked the same feelings in them. It was this dance that had forced their love to the fore and made them both admit to it during the explosive sex that had followed Sure enough they ended up on the soft mat they had learned to keep against the mirrored wall, Tommy looking into the reflection of Zeke’s eyes as his lover of ten centuries plowed him from behind, They knew exactly how to move to heighten each other’s pleasure. They would never grow tired of making love to each other as no other sex partner could com close to the pleasure they brought each other As Zeke’s cock spasmed inside of him filling him with his seed a glowing line appeased like a necklace on their shoulders, chest and the back of their neck. Tommy’s glowed green and Zeke’s glowed white After catching their breaths they went into the perfectly recreated bathroom and showered. There was a “light shower” installed as well. It was a device that could get you clean in seconds, no matter how dirty you were but most people still took showers in water and used soap. It just felt better Tommy returned the favor, sliding his cock into Zeke’s ass as the water and steam surrounded them, They were totally versatile with each other now, though they still only bottomed for close friends and relatives. When it came to sex with most others they were both tops. The only exceptions were family and old friends That glow appeared again when Tommy bred his husband but the colors were reversed, Tommy had white and Zeke green This time Tommy caught a flash of the red glow in the bathroom mirror. Ir was around the base of his cock and balls, lie a cock ring under the skin as he came. The same glow around the base of Zeke’s cock as he came on the shower wall As they dried off with a flash from the light shower Zeke said “Get dressed, we have company coming” and sent the mental command “Party: to the apartment system When they came out of the bathroom it cleaned itself as soon as they shit the door and the rest of the apartment was decorated for a celebration, complete with snacks and drinks all set up and waiting Zeke got a mental prompt from the security system and the elevator door opened. In a flash of light their first guests arrived Mike and Jeff stepped into the apartment followed by Hank and Buzz. John and Sal came soon after. “You did a perfect job Zeke, the place looks great! So vintage it makes me want to redo The Compound in classic early 2000s style” Jeff said standing on tiptoes to kiss his husband’s cousin; who was also his cousin's husband, on the cheek. They were cousins married to cousins Tommy’s brother Marc showed up next with his husband Alex followed by Jason and Jet who might just be able to dispute the “greatest dancers in history” crown Tommy and Zeke wore Lars and Cole came next or as many people called the “Tall and Wide” as Lars was almost seven feet tall and Cole was an adorable chubby man Red and Tony arrived and Tommy threw himself into Red’s arms for a kiss as Tony hugged Zeke and squeezed his ass just for old times sake Zeke laughed and kissed the big man, He had gotten over the “I’m only a top” bullshit with thier friends centuries ago. Even Mike bottomed on a semi regular basis now and not just because he had to The elevator door closed and opened again as Theo and his husband Bob stepped out of the actual elevator, having come up from a lower floor Tex and Nick arrived next followed by Agnes and her husband Max and finally Dale and Alan got there. These all were the members of The 100 that Zeke and Tommy were closest to. Each person was with their “Perfect Match”, the spirit they had spent the vast majority of their multiple past lives with just like Tommy and Zeke had A few more members of the 100 arrived and even a couple of The Darkness’ agents were invited though none of The Light’s agent would be seen in the company of these people. The light was always stuck up The Entity had allowed a few agents of those powers to be cloned and soul jump to be fair It has an ulterior motive it had told Tommy and Zeke about. The Darkness and The Light didn't realize that The Entity could track those soul jumped agents and in general, know their plans @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ In the grand scheme of things The Darkness was a petty criminal, it amused itself by “ruining” the lives of individuals or couples but didn’t try to “destroy the world” constantly because it was having too much fun with it’s little games. Tommy often compared it’s personality to that of a cat The Light’s agents mostly just complained and tried to get people to pay attention to them by telling them they should feel guilty for feeling good. They had very few converts, mostly because everyone knew they participated in what they called sin at least once a week. Even agents of The Light were subject to the law of the land though they claimed they should be exempt The Light was the source of almost every religion in history and their grip on humanity had been destroyed in a single generation once the 100 had managed to gain control of education worldwide It had taken requiring just one thing to be taught and every religion on the planet had fought against it's being taught to everyone tooth and nail For the last 870 years every child on the planet was required to take classes in critical thinking What followed was many many conversations that went something like this Religious Leader - You should let me tell you how to run your life, who you can love and marry, how you should act, who you should hate and what you should hate about yourself if you don’t fit my view of how a person should be. Oh! And most importantly you should give me money. Preferably 10% of your income. The money is the most important part! Critical Thinker - You know, that seems like a pretty raw deal, You make my life miserable and I pay you for it? Do you at least kiss me when you ate done? If not why would I put up with all that? Religious Leader - No I don’t kiss you! You are not my type! That would be one of those sin things we talked about earlier! You should accept this all because I have studied these ancient texts and because God has picked me to interpret them for you. I can tell you what they mean Critical Thinker - I have read those texts too and you seem to cherry pick them or even make things up to support your personal prejudices and viewpoints. Either God thinks exactly like you do and the rest of those texts are just an exercise divine in creative writing or you don’t actually know what God thinks. There are also some pretty terrible things in those texts. Things that would get you thrown in jail if you did them, so why should I take them serially? They were written in a time when people didn’t even have electricity or toilets. What do they have tp do with the modern world? Religious Leader (usually through clenched teeth, trying to control their anger) - That’s what FAITH is you miserable sinner! Believing absurd things to keep your betters in power! How can we live our cushy lives of luxury while you work to support us if you don’t just mindlessly obey? How dare you question centuries of tradition that we teach because it’s total self serving and gives all the power to us? You are just supposed to be sheep! I knew letting you learn to think was a mistake! Critical Thinker (usually backing away from the fanatic ecclesiastic because they frothing at the mouth by this point) - I tell you what, you do you and I will do me and we are quits on everything else. I mean maybe of you were going to kiss me when you were done but since I’m not your type why don’t we just be friends? A few religions had caught on and changed their doctrine. They preached love, kindness, acceptance and charity. Their clergy became true public servants but even these religions were greatly reduced. People just didn’t trust them An argument was made for all the charitable work religions did and it was quickly pointed out that it always came with strings attached. “We will keep you from starving and teach you the things we want you to learn, but you have to believe in our god, accept our control of your life and all our prejudices” Religion said "No thanks". other people are offering to feed us and teach us without the strings. Thanks for the offer though" people in poorer areas said as their standard of living came up due to technology and personal mobility and religion lost it’s final hold It was mostly an academic study now. People tried to revive them now and then and had even had moderate success but once they reached a certain point the old patterns of hate and bigotry had always showed their ugly heads and people fled in droves This pulled The Light’s teeth. New religions would spring up occasionally but they always followed the patterns the revived old religions did and none ever really caught on Most people developed a one on one relationship with God and spirituality but kept their views to themselves ****************** The party went on for a long time, late into the night, as these ancient friends talked about the last thousand years and focused on the male half of the population since the only woman present had been so instrumental; in the changes to men’s lives Long before mankind freed itself from religion and it’s inherent problems she had broken down the barrier that kept same sex couples from having offspring together also she and many others had also done study after study showing that the root cause of many of the problems of the world and the thing that religion exploited the most was male insecurity and a need to dominate usually instilled on them by their insecure fathers who were backed up by what they learned in church Bisexual men and men who could at least accept that they sometimes had an attraction to other men had a far lower rate of domestic violence, drug and alcohol abuse and were generally more content with life than men who maintained that they were only attracted to women This latter group was lying to themselves and that was proved by study after study all over the world. It was the underlying stress of that self delusion that added to the problems mentioned before The first step was to remove all stigma from same sex attraction. It had been proven to be a natural part of the human condition and once religious bigots were no longer spouting hatred it only took a couple generations before there were more gay, nonbinary and bisexual people that there were straights When both social and religious stigma were removed the rates of those issues we mentioned dropped even further, except among men who strongly identified as “straight only. They rose among that population as these men denied their true natures out of stubborn, misguided pride, once again passed from father to son It soon became obvious when 98% of social problem were attributed to just 1% of the population that pretending you were 100% straight was the problem Don’t get me wrong. Almost 50% if the relationships in the world were male/female but most of these people accepted that same sex attraction was a natural part of life. They had it but just preferred the opposite sex, at least most of the time Monogamy had gone out of style with religion and most people had side relationships with both sexes to round out their lives It also needs to be noted that men who said they were 100^ gay and had absolutely no attraction to women were frowned upon by society as well, but they didn’t have the same rate of problems the straight men did The now global society came up with it’s own solution to the problem and the torque was the perfect way to implement it The torque was a biometric device that Agnes had come up with in her second century of life/ At first it was just a health monitor and a rudimentary mental link to various devices. Over time it’s function and uses expanded to the point that it was able to shield the body from infection, both viral and bacterial and use the body’s own resources to manufacture most prescription drugs and administer them, all your doctor had to do was upload the prescription. It also controlled every device around you, It got to where you couldn't even open a door without your torque The things were invisible most of the time, They were just under the skin around the neck but would glow sometimes when specific things happened Literally every person on earth had a torque. It was part of the normal delivery process to put one on a newborn. .It would painlessly sink below the skin and grow with it all it’s life. One of the first benefits of the torque to it’s wearer was it mostly prevented SIDS or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, reducing it' by 97% so parents wanted their child to have one from the beginning To solve the “Straight man” problem every government in the world passed the same law The torques were updated for both men and women to be fair, both sexes had a new requirement but we will only talk about the one for men here. After his 18th birthday, a man’s torque would change. It would require at least 10 minutes of anal stimulation and the anal injection of a certain protein found only in semen once weekly after that point Your own semen would not work and neither would toys Basically every man on earth above the age of 18 was required to get fucked bareback and take a to load once a week. Exceptions could be made for people medically unable to do so of course as well as for people who chose a life of celibacy as well as for truly nonbinary people There was a 10 year introductory period, mostly to find and train enough “PIFs” before the penalties for noncompliance were enforced PIF stood for “Protein injection Facilitator” and these men were trained to be able to top anyone no matter the physical appearance and also to make the person being topped genuinely feel wanted. Every client left a PIF with the feeling that the man had enjoyed fucking them and found them attractive A fully trained PIF with the aid of really delicious protein and vitamin shakes and simple medical enhancements could fuck 10 times in an 8 hour day and still keep a significant other happy at home Statistics showed that about 50% of professional PIFs who had a significant other went home to female partners when their shift was done World wide, people in relationships were about 30% Male/Female couples, 25 % each for Male/Male or Female/Female couples and 15% people with multiple partners of either sex all in one relationship About 30% of the total world adult population was single at any given time There was no charge for going to a PIF as they were all public employees and you were not allowed to use the same PIF more than once a year. Every home on earth had a “Transport Door” and there were also publicly available ones in even the smallest communities. These doors would take you to any public place on Earth so getting to a PIF was no problem for anyone Many boys wanted to grow up to be a PIF and any boy could because PIFs of all races, shapes and sizes were needed A general PIF was usually an average looking guy who was friendly and warm to his clients and the sex was very vanilla. About 60% of men used general PIFs when they needed one Specialized PIF “franchises” popped up all over the world as well. Some of the popular “brands” were: Daddy, Daddy Bear, Cub, Chubby, Leather Man, Jock, Boy Next Door and Sissy Boy. There were other specializations and just about any type of man you wanted could be found as a PIF somewhere in the world. You could only use a PIF if it had been more than four days since your last load as you were encouraged to find them on your own. Some men proudly wore shirts or hats that said “Never PIFed” on them to show they could get all the raw cock they wanted. A lot of these men were lying though When you took a load your torque flashed green and when you gave one it flashes white. This was to let you and the man fucking you know the requirement had been met. At a week since your last load your torque would start to glow green and you had to take two loads to get it to stop, At two weeks it went to blue and you had to take three, At three weeks it went yellow and you had to take four. These things happened and it was no big deal At four weeks things got a bit more serious, Your torque started glowing orange and at that point any man could take your ass forcefully without your consent with no legal ramifications, as long as they didn’t injure you. Amy tactic was fair game, gang fucks, bondage or just plain forced sex and they could keep forcing you till your torque stopped glowing all together though they did have a limited time to do so This sparked a new kink and industry, “Orange Parks' ' popped up in many larger cities. They were like the bathhouses of old except they were larger. They usually had a maze or were in a mockup of an urban area or forest. Some looked like the stylized inside of a prison, though there had been no actual prisons for centuries. Old porn died hard If you were a man wanting to fuck you paid a small fee to enter. If you were a man with a forced sex fantasy you were given a glowing orange necklace and the fee you paid was based on how many loads you wanted to take before it stopped glowing. If your torque was actually glowing orange and you made it to the park without being stopped and dealt with you were let in for free The Orange Parks made a fortune and many men got their required loads that way. The park staff was always nearby to keep things from getting out of hand and everyone had fun acting out fantasies in a safe environment You had two months of orange glow and then you went red At that point your torque lost the ability to protect your health in some ways, It would let you be infected with HIV and the infection was allowed to progress any time your torque was red. No one had ever let that go on long enough to find out that it was a buff and your torque would NOT let you actually get sick. HIV was just a threat and deterrent, not a death sentence to the truly stupidly stubborn Your torque also started sending out a signal that would draw “PIPE” layer within 10 miles to you like a magnet when it was red PIPE stood for “Protein Injecting Penetrative Enforcer” and were jokingly referred to as “PIPE layers” The same rules applied . Any tactic short of serious physical injury was acceptable. The differences were that the PIPE layers were all "double poz" and when they infected someone with HIV they could take control of that person totally Being double poz meant that you had a normal strain of HIV in your cock and balls. A torque like device embedded like a cock ring under the skin that glowed red when you came, kept your normal torque from controlling the infection there so you could give it to someone who’s Torque was not protecting him. Just to be doubly sure that the PIPE layer was protected the rest of the body was infected with the Angel Strain of HIV, The cock ring torque kept the two strands separate As for taking total control of someone, All they had to do was say “I claim you” when they came in a violator, what usually happened then was that the PIPE layer would command them “stay in compliance from now on” and release then but they didn’t have to The man who let his torque go red could end up the slave of the PIPE layer for life. They could even be sold and ownership transferred, though this had to be approved by the one of the head PIPE layers (Tommy, Zeke, Mike, Jeff, Tony or Red) The system had been in place for over 200 years now and the incidents of social problems and crime in general had plummeted world wide So had incidents of depression and self harm. These had been almost totally wiped out Prisons had been abolished and such criminal acts that were committed by men were punished by making them public surrogates for other men for a certain number of pregnancies. They could be rented to carry a couple’s baby or knocked up to provide children for single men wanting to raise a child. The couple or man whose child they carried as responsible for the surrogate’s upkeep during the pregnancy and during recovery. There were many men who served as surrogates by choice but they could chose their clients. A public surrogate couldn't. It was first come first serve. Their surrogate fee went to the people their crime had harmed These men’s torques kept track of their location and kept them confined in a certain geographic region. It was far more effective than prisons and cost so much less In the last year there had been only three murders committed globally and all were by men who’s torques were glowing red. The punishment for murder was always the same. 20 surrogate pregnancies per victim. Which took about 35 years to finish. This had been an above average year for murders and many years had none at all One murderer furring the last century had been rented out by a wealthy Arab man for his last 12 pregnancies in a row, The two had married after the third and he had written a classic book about his life called “Mister Mother Was A Murderer” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The party wound down at about 2 AM local time. Tony and Red stayed so that Red could hold Tommy and Zeke while they slept while Tony held Red. They never forgot that for almost a century Red had been married to both Tommy and Zeke Tony was Red’ perfectly matched soul partner but both Tommy and Zeke were close matches as well and Zeke was Red’s half brother In the morning Tommy made breakfast for the four of them, The apartment had cleaned itself after the lights were turned out and looked perfectly normal when they woke As they walked away from the breakfast table the dishes vanished, only to reappear in the cupboard perfectly clean. The kitchen had cleaned it self while they ate Red laughed “No more fights between you two about doing the dishes” he said jabbing Zeke with a finger Tommy laughed "We have not had a serious fight in 830 years, not since Zeke had the very first “Self washing dishes” prototype one of Ze-Corp’s subsidiaries was working on installed. And that was 100% true, They had been together 10 centuries and the biggest bone of contention between them was who was going to wash the dishes. Like I said they were the perfect match for each other Zeke got a mental alert and though “Screen” A screen appeared floating in the air in front of him and Theo’s face appeared on it “We have a situation, one of out roving PIPE layers was hiking through a remote area in the mountains when his torque started going off like crazy, He sent a micro cam to the source" Theo reported He found a small village, only about 30 people. He checked the female torque channel and all the ladies are in compliance but he’s getting 15 signals on the male channel “The cam followed the men into a meeting that was a boys only, with a man dressed like a priest. He preached the typical “Divine right to be straight” bullshit along with a fair dose of misogyny, homophobia and racism. We have it all recorded. Oh, and the entire town is gathering for a wedding this afternoon we can get them all at once” Theo finished “You guys want to come?” Zeke said to Tommy, Red and Tony and they all nodded “I get the priest, I have something planned for him” Tommy said angrily “Gather as many Pipe layers as you can, who knows how many loads it’s going to take to get these idiots into compliance” Zeke said They assembled in the hangar, which was on what used to be a secret Air Force base hidden in the desert, 20 PIPE layers were there. It was just a short step through a transport door for those whose torques had the clearance code, and many old friends they had seen at the party last night were among them There were also 50 of Theo’s hand trained security forces ready to assist, They carried no weapons other than a long staff. There were no guns. The only gums left in the world were disabled and in museums. The rest had been melted down and the metal used for more useful things like… well anything The uniforms they wore looked like leather pajamas and they concealed many pockets with various items securely stowed. They were modeled after the original bathhouse pajamas Theo used to wear and were his idea of a joke. The men had no idea what they were wearing These pajamas were all the body armor these men needed. Much stronger than any body armor commercially or militarily available and yet they allowed total freedom of movement. These men were the most feared fighting force in the world. Theo had named them "The Power Puff Rangers" mashing together his two favorite childhood TV shows. The man's sense of humor got out of control sometimes. Again the men were not in on the joke “Wars” were now fount hand to hand with blunt weapons and were more competition than conflict. Every nation in the world ran itself for the most part but it’s leaders knew they were ultimately answerable to The Primes, two shadowy figures who ran the world and only members of the 100 knew The Primes were Zeke and Tommy, who also pretty much controlled the world economy as well through the power of Ze-Corm You were a citizen of whatever country you resided in but you could pick up and move anywhere in the world at any time. When a nation got troublesome it’s citizens were suddenly given huge incentives to move elsewhere and the fretful country would usually find itself almost empty. That personal mobility also kept governments from mistreating their citizenry The PIPE layer on scene signaled that the temporary transport door he carried with him was set up and functional. They all filled through into a mountain meadow somewhere in the world Tommy’s torque started a local region diagnostic at his mental prompt. He and Zeke had the only Prime Command Torques in the world. They could access any information anywhere, take over any control system and edit other people’s torques, shutting off their command abilities and even rendering them unconscious The rest of the 100 had similar abilities but they could not affect Tommy and Zeke “They have managed to cut their Transport doors off from the rest of the system. I’m sending out a world wide patch to fix the vulnerability they found and exploited” Tommy said to Zeke as they approached the village on foot. They could clearly hear multiple Red signals from ahead As they approached the town meeting hall they saw that a very recognizable religious symbol to anyone who knew much about religions was on the outside wall as well as other symbols Every member of the 100 in their party stiffened as they saw those symbols. People born in their era would instantly recognize them as symbols of fascism and racial hatred. Those symbols had no place in this era Tommy could hear a droning voice coming from within “One man and one woman as God” intended” as he reached the door “That’s it, let’s end this party now” He growled, pushing the door open The scene inside froze. It looked like a beautiful wedding service if you ignored the fact that the bride was being held in place by two men and her face was filled with loathing. Every man’s torque was glowing red The Puff Rangers moved in so quickly that the priest didn’t even have time to say “What is the meaning of this?” before he was being restrained by two pajama clad men The Bride broke free and ran to a woman in the front row who could have been her sister or her mother, you never knew nowadays Zeke approached the pair and noted the bruising on the bride’s face that cosmetics didn’t quite cover “How long have the transport doors been down?” he asked “About three months, about the same time the men's torques went orange” said the other woman “They have been telling us that they are starting a new society based on an old religion and that we will be much happier once we accept our natural place as subservient to men” she said with disgust “They weren’t getting anywhere so they held a meeting and voted in a new “law” saying that their was no such thing as spousal rape and started planning the “weddings”. I was the first and he had to force me to even come in the building” The bride said angrily “Do you mind?” Zeke said gently reaching for her chin She shook her head no and he gently turned her face to the light, there was a lot of barely concealed bruising Tommy had been watching and he mentally activated a protocol that started getting things ready “They were all getting abusive because none of us would comply” the other woman said and Zeke decided she was mother and not sister All the other women nodded Out in the town square the public transport door activated and started glowing a gentle green “Ladies.” Tommy said raising his voice slightly “The transport door in the square is active and it will take you to a medical facility where you will be checked for injury. If you feel up to it there will be people there to get your full stories. Counseling sessions will be set up and I am afraid these are mandatory until your councilor heels you no longer need them. All the counselors are female and have been in practice for decades, We assembled the best in the world for you” This protocol was always kept in place and could handle much larger groups of victims if it needed to. Just because it had been over 30 years since it had last been activated did not mean it was scrapped. They even held yearly drills to keep the people involved sharp “Thank you” the bride said to Tommy and Zeke as the security forces led them out “You can’t leave! You are my wife! It’s your duty to serve me and submit!” The groom yelled angrily as the bride ignored him and walked out He looked at Zeke and Tommy since they seemed to be in charge, seething in anger “You have no authority here! This village is an independent nation!” he spat at them “Ummm Calvin, we have not actually gotten around to declaring that, no one wanted to fill out the form because they are so long so we put it off” one of the other men said “Shut up you idiot!” the priest snapped “Sorry brother Alvin” The man said sounding abashed The groom and the priest looked very similar. Tommy accessed their tongues and found that they were both 20 years old and twins They were beautiful men. He had to admit that. They were tall, muscular, smooth, light blond hair and vivid blue eyes. Calvin had hair the fell on his shoulders an a few inches down his back while Alvin's hair was shorth and that was about the only difference between them “I’ve got Calvin and Tommy has already claimed the priest. PIPE layers make sure they get the gift they deserve and if you Rangers want to throw a few loads in feel free, any load will do once a PIPE layer has knocked them up and taken control of them. These men have some punishment coming beyond just being fucked back into compliance” Zeke said “Strip them” Zeke said and the soldiers holding the blond twins ripped the clothes off them They both had really nice bubble butts and cocks that were on the small side of average “It figures” Zeke thought as he walked up to stand before Calvin ‘This is going to be fun” Zeke said rubbing his cock through his pants and eyeing the naked and very angry man appreciatively "I hope you are a virgin. I love pozzing virgins who think they are straight" They bent the two over the altar in the makeshift church and tied their hands behind their back as the two struggled and yelled protests to no avail "Just shut up and take your fucking" One of the Puff Ranger holding Calvin down said "When he;s done with you I'm going to ass a load or two my self. It's going to take days to fuck you back into compliance" Zeke and Tommy stepped up behind the law breakers, dropped their pants and moved their cocks to those unprotected neg holes. The HIV in their cocks and balls was no tame Angel Strain, but normal HIV. It was a deterrent after all. As long as these men stayed in compliance it would never progress Neither was gentle as they shoved in and their victims bellowed in pain “That’s right bitch, scream! I want this to hurt! I never want you to forget this moment! The things are trying to resurrect here are abhorrent! Fascisms? Racism? Misogyny? It has taken centuries for society to burry those things and you want to bring them back?” Tommy snarled as he forced his thick, eight inch, poz cock about halfway into what he realized was a virgin ass “We will rise up and return control of the world to White Men as God always intended! The other races will be subjugated and women will be put in their place!” the defrocked priest snarled through his pain “Wrong answer bitch!” Tommy growled as he rammed the rest of his cock in making Brother Alvin scream again Zeke was no gentler and he had two more inches of poz cock to work with than Tommy did He managed to get in balls deep on the first trust and immediately started brutally slam fucking the abusive fuck beneath him “You think it makes you a man to hit a women huh? You think it makes up for that little cock of yours? You were born to be another man’s cum dump and that’s what I am going to make you, you pathetic tiny cocked bully! How does feel being the weaker one now? Not so good? Maybe think about that next time you decide to his someone weaker than you” he snarled into Calvin’s face as he slid in and out fast. his huge balls slapping the much smaller balls of this bully boy “You know I have HIV and that I’m going to infect you with it. You studied the AIDS epidemic in history. It’s requited curriculum, so you know what it can do to you if you don’t stay in compliance after this. I enjoy pozzing stupid men like you, who open themselves up to it. I have pozzed more men than you can imagine and I’m going to add you to the list and there is not a damn thing you can do about it” Zeke said as he picked up the pace He looked up at Tommy across the altar from him and nodded, they drug that first fuck out making both of those neg holes raw. The torques would guarantee infection on the first load but they wanted to make these two bastards hurt Finally Zeke and Tommy came together timing it perfectly, filling those more than receptive neg asses with virus . The red torques beneath them briefly flashed green acknowledging the load and they both said “I claim you” taking total control of these two who thought they could tear down the world Tommy and Zeke had spent 1000 years building together *********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Appropriate Punishments Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories. *The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time. Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. My blood is for you Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood. Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace. We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed. Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you. The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything. “Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?” I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory. I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

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!

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

I (and others) have speculated here that the current Supreme Court is hostile to the same-sex marriage right recognized in the Obergefell case, and more specifically, I've pointed out that the Court doesn't have to outright overturn Obergefell to render much of it meaningless. We got a hint of that this week in an unrelated case, Department of State v. Munoz. In Munoz, the Court held that while Munoz (a female American citizen) has a right to be married to her spouse, an El Salvadoran named Luis Ascensio-Cordero, that does not give her the right to live with him in the United States if the State Department refuses to give him a visa to enter the country. Moreover, the State Department wouldn't even provide a reason to the couple as to why he was ineligible for a visa. And of course, if you don't know WHY the visa was declined, it's a lot harder to challenge the refusal in court; in fact, under ordinary circumstances, the decisions of an executive official to grant or deny a visa is final and unreviewable in court. In essence, the Court applied a precedent known as Gluckberg, which protects citizens from infringements on their fundamental liberties when that liberty is not explicitly spelled out (as, for example, the right to freedom of speech is). Under the Gluckberg test, the person must assert a specific fundamental liberty interest, and then demonstrate that said interest is "deeply rooted in this nation's history." Here, the Court said that the liberty interest being asserted was not marriage per se, but "the right of a citizen to have her non-citizen spouse enter and remain in the United States" - and that, the Court held, was not a liberty deeply rooted in history. So: let's say a president is elected who's hostile to gay rights, and appoints a Secretary of State who, in turn, directs his visa-granting officials to reject applicants who are same-sex spouses of citizens. That decision is unreviewable unless a fundamental liberty interest is involved, and this Court has just told us that there's no fundamental liberty interest involved in a non-citizen spouse being admitted to live in the US because it's not deeply rooted in history. Certainly, in that case, same-sex marriage (which has only been a thing for less than a dozen years, under the federal government) is not deeply rooted in our history either. Then - imagine all the other ways in which marriage ordinarily grants certain rights and privileges and liberties - and imagine for how many of them this Court could say "Well, extending THOSE to same-sex couples isn't rooted in our history, even if we have to let them marry; same-sex couples aren't entitled to X or Y or Z" and see how quickly same-sex marriage is gutted even without repealing it, much as how Roe was hollowed out long before it was actually overturned.

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

You nailed my husband. I knew him for six months before we hooked-up; I had no idea what a dirty slut he was nor did I know how thoroughly uninhibited he was before that. I already knew he was a warm and interesting person; I also knew his body would rival any on a fitness magazine from seeing him clothed for six months. When he surprised me by propositioning me and then surprised me in ways I’d never contemplated I was completely his; heart and soul. Fortunately for me the love-strike that bowled me over went both ways; he said he’d expected a “reasonably competent fuck” and nothing more but got “so much more that it hit {him} like a lightning bolt.” It’s only ever happened once; but @Blkmuscbreeder and I twinned in that preference.

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?

1. The standard for a court finding the defaming a public figure is much harder to meet than for an ordinary person. 2. Not everyone who is actually defamed feels the need to rush to court and file suit to defend his reputation, especially from a crackpot nutcase like RFK Jr. 3. Defamation requires making a false statement about someone, and opinions are, by definition, neither true nor false. I could say "X person, in my opinion, is a traitor who deserves to be shot" and that, being my opinion, is completely un-actionable. If I said "X person stole $100,000 from me" and he did not, in fact, steal that from me, that WOULD be actionable.

My Playroom—August, 2023 The first Wednesday of the month Kieran was back in the playroom. I’d met him in the bookstore where his oral talents were on display. He’d come to the playroom once before for a good pounding. (Here is a link to his first adventure in the sling: Like I’m In Some Damn Porn Flick). I knew that Wednesday was his ‘alone’ day so I was pretty sure I’d hear from him at the top of the week. I did. And now, here he was on my doorstep. “I don’t have too long. I think the wife’s home earlier today.” He was eager to get downstairs. I sent him down to strip and I did the same up in my bedroom. I went down and sat on the bed, naked but for a jock and boots… He looks good—thickly built with that long beard. I stand up and he takes my place. He reaches for the waistband of the jock and pulls me towards him. I can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He inhales deeply and then moves the stained pouch to the side. His hot tongue goes to my balls. He licks them, as we both watch my cock grow from plumped to fully erect. He ignores my dripping dick and just continues coating my hairy balls with his saliva. Finally, he goes for my cock. He takes half of it on the first go. Then all the way down, my wet balls slapping into his full mountain man beard. He gags, to his delight, and pulls off me. He slurps the deep throat spit off my cock shaft and then does it again. We spend a long time here. Kieran loves anal sex, but he is a cocksucker at heart. And a great one. I let him go back to my balls, getting them just as wet again. He lifts them and cranes his head around so he can lick my perinium. Then it’s back to my cock. He concentrates on just the precumming head at first—but soon he can’t stop himself from taking me to the root, over and over. “Let me eat your ass. I want it as wet as my cock is right now.” He goes to the bench without my telling him. He gets in place. I kneel and eat his very hairy ass crack which is spread wide by him kneeling there. I tongue drill his hole. It flowers open as he begins moaning in time to my tongue thrusts. I add lube to the spit covering my cock. I stand up and slowly slide in. I stop about halfway and let him adjust to the stretch. His hole tightens for a moment and then relaxes. I ease the rest of the way in. He pants—and I begin to fuck. Long and leisurely strokes. “Damn, that feels good,” he groans. I continue at this speed for a bit, before picking up the tempo. Soon my hips are slapping full strength into his full and hairy butt cheeks. I pull out. I don’t remember if he does ATM or not. But he swivels his head around, expecting me to bring it to him. I do and he licks my cock clean of all his ass juices. I go back and fuck him one more time. I know his knees are not the best—and though the padded bench seems to be working for him, I suggest the sling, so he can get on his back. He jumps in. Literally as the sling is set high for my long legs. He reclines and I get his ankles in the stirrups. I kneel and rim his well fucked hole. It is just showing the slightest signs of gaping. I want to make that happen. I stand up and fuck. Hard. The sling rocks and Kieran moans out his pleasure. I stop and pull out abruptly tasting my handiwork. I rim—and then fuck him again. I go back to exploring his open pucker with my tongue. Again, he groans and tell me I can do anything to him. I grab the medium sized black butt plug. I lube it up and push it into his well-used manhole. He is surprised—but loves the stretch. I beat the on base of the toy. His hole ass spasms. I work out the toy and replace it with my dick once again, fucking him hard and fast… * We take a break from all the fucking. Kieran is by nature more of a cocksucker. And such a good one. We stretch out on the bed and in moments, he has moved around so he can suck my cock. He is doing repeated deep throating of me. The angle is not quite as good as before, so I suggest he lick my balls again. He does—and I jerk my dick without really thinking about it. Eventually his tongue works up my shaft again. He swallows me down. We’ve found the right angle again. He takes me down repeatedly. Often choking himself. He coats my cock with his deep throat spittle and then cleans it all up. Again and again. I suddenly feel my balls pull up. I can’t quite believe I’m going to shoot in his mouth and not his ass. But I am so close, I just go with it. I groan—and he instantly senses what is happening. He takes just the head in his mouth and his thick fingers wrap around the rest of the shaft. His hand barely moves—but the pressure is great. His tongue is relentless in it’s moving over my cock head and into my piss slit. “Fuck!” I am still surprised—even at the moment when I start spurting into his mouth. Blast after blast, his tongue swirls it away, swallowing my seed. I will myself to just him drain me, no matter how super sensitive I get. I can’t seem to stop spurting, but of course I do. He finishes the clean-up, pulls off my dick and grins. “That was better than at the bookstore!” I smile. And he’s in great time to get home before the wife… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth and Ass...and Mouth (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 27, 2023

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!

EPILOGUE I broke up with Jake as soon as he returned. I didn’t tell him why, and didn’t confront him about the investigator he had hired. It was enough that I was embarking on this path for myself, I didn’t need to make things any messier with him than was necessary. I hoped we could remain friends. I got sick a few weeks later, and was never as happy to nurse a flu as I was with that one. A week after that, I was cruising online and saw a photo on a profile that looked familiar. As I clicked on it, I knew I recognized the tattoos and the body of the man in the picture - it was the PI! I looked at his profile, and saw that he was really into fantasy and role play, loved detailed scenes. I hadn't taken him for that type of guy. I chatted him up. Me: Hey. Those tats are familiar - saw them between my legs a few weeks ago. Just now getting over that nasty flu. Him: Sweet, buddy. How’s the boyfriend? Me: Oh, I broke it off with him. I knew I needed something else. I didn’t tell him about our encounter, or even that I knew he had hired you. Him: Oh good thinking, because he would have been very confused. My: Confused? Why? Him: Because he has no idea who I am. He never hired me. I just saw you online at all the same sites I like to go to. I'm a bit of a hacker, you see, and I knew what you needed more than you knew yourself. So I made it happen. I fulfilled every one of your fantasies, Joey. END

“Joey, I know there’s another site you have been visiting more and more lately. I know what’s in your heart right now. And I want to show you something.” He lifted up his tshirt. Fuck, how had I still not noticed he was wearing a shirt? That cock was doing so much for me I didn’t realize it was still on. As he pulled the hem of his shirt higher, some ink emerged on his stomach. As he raised it slowly, I started to make it out. The familiar biohazard tattoo was revealed before my eyes on the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and his bare cock was buried deep in my ass. My hole involuntarily twitched and I felt him throb inside me. He continued to raise his shirt, revealing a scorpion tattoo on his right pec. He must have seen the flash of fear in my eyes, even while I was unable to take my eyes off the ink on his incredible body. “Tell me what you want, Joey.” I didn't think, I simply reacted. I reached down and placed my hand on his stomach. I traced the outline of the biohazard tattoo. I caressed it, my dick leaked on my belly as I studied its form, and recognized the consequences of what I was about to do. I looked over at the mirror, and saw myself with my legs spread, a beefy hunk between them, fucking me in the bed I share with my lover. I looked in my own eyes, and I recognized the hunger, the need. I knew there was no fighting it. I didn’t want to fight it. In that moment, I knew. I knew it was who I was. Who I am. “I want you to breed me. I want you to fuck my ass with your bare dick until you shoot your toxic load into my guts. I hope my ass is so wrecked from what you’ve done to me so far that your disease immediately seeps into my system and converts me. I want you to POZ me. PLEASE POZ ME!!” And with that, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in violently, making me scream with pain and pleasure. I was grabbing at his ass, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, so insane with lust. My hand never left his belly, as I stroked and gave his tattoo the special place in this moment that it deserved. I touched it, stroked it, brought my fingers to my lips and kissed them before placing them back on his tattoo. My fetish. My fantasy. Now my reality. I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum inside me so deep, for it to invade every cell in my body. I wanted him to be in me, forever. He pounded and grunted and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, until he told me he was ready to shoot. “Please. PLEASE! Shoot it in me. Give me your cum. Give me your disease! I want you to infect me! I want you to change me, to impact the rest of my life.” I squeezed my hole for all it was worth, desperately needing to milk his death seed, to feel the transfer of the bug from his body to mine. And with that, I felt a warmth spread inside me, deeper than it ever had with Jake. Physically deeper, yes. But also a knowledge that something had fundamentally changed for me. I had finally realized the fantasy I had held for so long. And in that moment, it was clear to me that I was a new man, one who could finally follow his dreams and be honest about his true nature. The man unloading ropes and ropes of toxic seed into my bowels was altering my life forever. And I loved him for it. I would never be the same.

The strange man had been following me for blocks. I first noticed him when I came out of the coffee shop - I always notice a good looking guy on the street, and this one was right up my alley. Mid-40s, solid muscular build, scruffy facial hair. Nothing like my boyfriend, who is in his late 20s, smooth and athletic. Very hot, but very different from the man on the street. I saw him look away when I made eye contact with him, and didn’t think much of it as I turned and walked down the street. It was only when I came out of the convenience store a few minutes later and saw him a few doors down, pretending to be reading the paper, that I thought something was up. I kept walking, my gym bag slung over my shoulder, trying to shake the thought that he was actually following me. It’s not that it’s so unusual for men to notice me on the street - I’m good looking, 32, 6’1 180, with a very good body. So maybe this guy really was cruising me, only he’s a bit more shy than your average gawker. I was kind of excited by the prospect of being stalked like this, but I had plans for the gym, so I walked on. I glanced back several times, and saw he was still there - I was sure he was following me now, and I wanted to find out his intentions. I turned a corner and sped along half a block and ducked into an alley. I allowed enough time for him to get close, and then emerged from my hiding spot, practically running into him in the process. “What are you doing, man? Are you following me?” “I’m sorry, Joey. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” “What did you say? How do you know my name?” “Its complicated, Joey. Maybe we should go someplace and chat.” “No, dude. What the fuck? Tell me how you know my name.” “Well, OK. Your boyfriend asked me to find out what you’ve been up to. It seems some of your activities lately have made him suspicious that you may be cheating on him. So he hired me, a Private Investigator, to find out the truth. Now would you like to go someplace and chat?” I nodded, and we found a quiet coffee shop where we could speak privately. *** “So Joey, it seems you got a little careless with your computer, and your boyfriend found some things that made him wonder. What he saw wasn’t conclusive, but he said it fit with a pattern of behavior lately, you being a bit less connected, a bit distracted, maybe not quite as attentive sexually. All that by itself wasn’t enough, but when he saw that you had been browsing craigslist m4m ads when you left it up on your browser, it got him wondering. And he loves you so much, he didn’t want you to be mad if it just turned out to be his own insecurities creating this worst-case scenario, so he hired me to help him find out. And I’ve been doing some research on you for a few weeks now.” “But I never…” “I know, Joey. I know. What I’ve found out is that you have an active fantasy life. You like to browse personal ads, even place some yourself. You like to chat with other guys online, even interacting on the phone and on cam with some. But based on what I’ve observed while I’ve been watching you, I believe you when you assert that you have never cheated.” “Oh, good. So you can just tell him that and we can move on?” “Well Joey, it’s not quite that simple. I promised him I would tell him what I found out about what you’ve been doing. And I think we both know he wouldn’t be very happy to find out about the things you’ve been doing, even if it’s only online. Isn’t that right?” I blushed, and looked away. I know he would be devastated to find out about the things I’ve been fantasizing about, and the fact that I was doing it with random guys online. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, thinking that this could be the end of my relationship. “So Joey, here’s what I would propose. I think there’s a way we could both get what we wanted from this, and you and your boyfriend could continue on as you have been.” “Really?? How?” “Well Joey, I’ve become quite familiar with your fantasy life lately. And I have to say, I think it would be hot to make it a reality.” “Wait, what?” “You heard me. I think that you’ve been holding back on your desire to act on your fantasies, and the only way to save your relationship and have me tell your boyfriend that you’re not cheating on him, is to actually cheat. With me.”

I had to do some work in Portland and a guy I hooked-up with told me about Rooster Rock. It’s tricky because of water levels and an abundance of non-naked people but I managed to get my rocks off there … many times. My husband and I live at home naked; a lot of that time is outside by the pool and on the lanai. Does that count as nature? 😁 We also vrbo and airbnb and always verify before we book if the property is private enough to go nude. Our favorites are in the mountains where we can hike nude or at the beach where we can get on the beach and in the water nude. Of course running into other guys often has its share of pleasant opportunities. 😈🐷

Willing, it's too bad you are 3000 miles away from me. I would love to devirginize you anally. You really sound like you need to get bred. A couple of loads in your hot ass and you will never be the same. Worked for me.

;) that goes a long with several of my fantasies.

From grades 7--12 I sucked teammates and neighbors who were ostensibly straight. Throughout history, youths want discoveries, new experiences, pleasures, enjoyment, stimulation... Throughout history youths have experimented with each other and with adults to gain pleasure. So boys who are not homoromantic but are loaded with hormones and are lusty have readily experimented, or played with, similar-age boys and/or with much-younger boys, whether for minutes, a weekend, a Summer, or a few years... ruled by hormones and addiction to arousal and orgasms.

I feel the same way. I'm not interested in a lot of foreplay unless it is suckin cock or rimmin ass. It's gotta lead to a top breedin his btm, period.

As a bottom, I am attracted to dominant, yet caring and nurturing men. But as an admirer, I like all kinds and twink boys always catch my eyes as does nearly any man in a thong.

Telegram BB group for NYC and environs. Rapidly growing. [think before following links] https://fetlife.com/groups/290383

Actually probably not. Women with undetectable HIV give birth to neg babies about 90% of the time.

There's lots of ways to tell. AI images leap out at me for their inauthenticity (for now). There's a bunch of tells depending on the AI system producing the image, neutrality of expression, eyes missing aliveness, skin/hair too regular and perfect, wrong textures, missing any text/nonsense text, nonsense tattoos, physics errors (E.g. douche attendant above has no reflection in the mirror behind him - not a vampire), too handsome/homogenized good looks, missing arms/legs/bodyparts, abnormal symmetry, anatomical improbabilities and impossibilities, mythical creature/animal hybridization, multiple subjects too similar/obvious micro-variations of two models, duplicate body parts, uncanny resemblances to famous people, airbrushed look, etc. etc. The better AI image systems can turn out very realistic looking people - mostly. For a fair sample across the spectrum from the obviously fantastical to the harder to spot, take a look at mengen.bdsmlr.com.

So the fuck do I .... it's just not sex until one guy pumps his load up another guy's gut or down his throat. I simply won't participate in the cuddle-buddy stuff. Perennial Foreplay is fine if that's what some guys want - but it's nothing compared to a good fuck in my book. To the OP though, I've tried Viagra before, and didn't experience what some of the guys above did. I didn't get a headache or some other bothersome result. Usually when I head out, I take half a pill in my pocket, more as a "just in case" thing. Years ago someone gave me a Cialis pill, which did absolutely nothing ....

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".

From the opposite perspective - I've helped a few younger lads explore and experience their first times. I was a sexual kid when I was younger too so I understand what it's like to feel that way and not always have an outlet for it, or to not have a partner who can let you satisfy those urges. Sex is a wonderful and natural thing, I really hate the way our society tries to repress and demonise it. We're doing younger people a lot more harm by making them feel like they're wrong for having these feelings instead of giving them the tools and knowledge to express themselves safely and healthily.

Near Home—July, 2023 I had had such a good time on the Sunday afternoon at the bookstore, (written up in the last post) I went back at the same time the next week… I sit in my favorite seat on the straight side, against the back wall. The first person through the door is the same older Black man from last week. He grins. He wants more. He unzips and I go to work. He is rampant. I am still sitting and remember that going to my knees gave me a better angle. I do it. But now his cock is softer. He nods and encourages me, but the hardon is diminishing by the minute. He’s flustered and I’m sure is thinking too much about it. We try it with him sitting down—and that’s worse. He zips up and tells he’ll come find me if he can… I sit back down and stroke. A few men come in, look around and leave. A very large Black man, new to me, stays. He sits next to me. He is handsome, bearded and carrying a tremendous amount of extra weight. His eyes are all over my cock. And soon his hand is on it, too. I think back to the massive guy who gave me fabulous head last week. I glance over. This guy is hungry, I can tell. I look away, then: “I want to suck you.” I nod, and stand, thinking that will be easier for him. He grins… And pulls out a condom. He rolls it down my cock. It is black latex and thick. He begins the suck. I can feel literally nothing but the pressure of his lips and thick tongue. I close my eyes. “Are you close?” My eyes open in disbelief, but manage a civil “No.” He sucks some more. “I want you to rip it off and cum all over my face when you are ready. Spray it all over my beard.” I have had enough. My cock isn’t limp—but it is nowhere as hard as when he started. I make my apologies and go to the gay theatre. A white guy, around my age, sits in the cocksucker’s chair. He is short and rather beefy. I sit on a two-person bench against the side wall. We watch the movie. Suddenly he gets up and walks over, sitting down next to me. “I know what you need.” Like a good cock sucking, I think. He reaches and begins to stroke my dick. It’s a pleasant warm-up. No, that is all he’s going to do. He jerks my cock. As he senses that I’m not ready to explode at his mere touch, his grip tightens. He works harder. Now he is squeezing and it hurts. I tell him so. Nicely, I think. He says nothing but I can tell he is offended. He goes off to the arcade. I stroke myself—with more feeling and without the death grip. The door opens and a white man, a good ten years older than I, shuffles in. He makes a beeline for me and sits next to me. His very soft hands feel much better on my cock. Then he bends and kisses the underside of the shaft. He moves, wanting to kneel in front of me. I help him down. And he kisses the shaft again, little butterfly kisses. Over and over. And that is it. Little licks. “Do you want to suck it?” I ask, trying hard not to put any edge in my tone. “I am.” He continues. “Try putting the head in your mouth.” He sighs. He does it and not too well. Here is a man bringing decades of potential skill to my cock—and his damn lips brushing the underside of the shaft is better than him taking me into his mouth. He goes back to what he seemingly does best. I put up with it for a few minutes more—and have suddenly had enough. I thank him and go back to the straight side. Fuming. The same day of the week (and even one of the same people) as last week and it is a total bust this time, anything but the cum sloppy afternoon I had before. I should know better. And then that right person walks in. He is white and somewhere between 35 and 40. He is tall, and slim. His jeans are tight, showing off a glorious ass and rounded bulge in front. He goes right to his knees and sucks my cock expertly. His left hand is opening his jeans as he takes me into his practiced throat. Finally, he comes up for air. Grinning broadly. He stands up. A thick, curved cock swings back and forth. I suck him for a millisecond, before he turns and leans against the back of the bench in front of us. His ass is delectable, mostly smooth with a tangle of hair in the crack. “Eat my butt out…” I don’t wait for a second invitation. He’s tight. My tongue constantly needs to drill into him. “I wish you could fuck, but you’re too big.” I groan but don’t stop worming my way into his hole. The first Black guy comes back in. I don’t know if the sight of sex will help his erection issues—but I can hear a cock being sucked. I lube a finger and use it to help open his hole. He groans and encourages me. I alternate between finger and tongue. Eventually, we try my cock. It fits perfectly. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he chortles. And goes back to the ebony cock in mouth. I fuck. I love seeing him with two dicks in him. It makes my cock drip inside. I keep up a steady pace. “Breed me,” he grunts out. It won’t take much more time. After all the frustration, this is perfect. “Fuck him with that big dick of yours,” says the man in his mouth. He has hardened up, at least some, from the actual porn in front of him. A few more strokes—and I shoot. All the pent-up frustrations of earlier in the afternoon, disappear with each spurt… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: From One Extreme to the Other (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 23, 2023

I totally agree with you. When I saw the prompt after logging in that the desktop version was being 'sunsetted', I logged onto the mobile site to try it out. ALL the queries I had stored were now gone and the search/filter system sucks big time. You used to be able to save a filter/query and re-use over and over. Now, you have to go into their lame filter system and half the time I get a server error. I have reported both to Squirt and their response to the saved query/filter was that they wanted to cut everyone over first - then they will reintroduce the save feature. When I thanked them and asked when... 'soon'. Sigh. The other incident I reported happened with both Firefox and Chrome - for example, to filter on PrEP guys... app blows up, but if you select the option to filter by top and/or bottom guys.. it works. Sigh again. I paid for the app, but seriously considering NOT renewing if they don't get this stuff fixed. It isn't easy to use and is pretty crappy on the desktop now.

Lost count at 450 when I was 25….im 35 now. Lost count and I’m 99.9% sure I’m past 1500 loads put in my ass maybe past 2k. Idk but being a CumDump helps 🥵

Chapter 7 – The Boss Chapters 1 through 6 talk about a visit I made to my friend Jason’s place in AZ. We’ve been partying all weekend and now are on his roofdeck in the middle of the night. It’s the two of us and a hairy guy named Gary. We’re spun out of our minds, and each of our asses has been massively worked over. They’re getting me in the sling again for more play. We got over to the sling, and I hopped in. My feet were in the stirrups, and my willing ass was hanging off the edge of the leather sling. I felt my hole and was pleased to notice a great gape. But, if I knew Jason, it was about to get bigger! “Maybe we should smoke a little more,” Gary suggested. He picked up the pipe (God, he looked sexy walking over to the bed with that hairy bubble butt1) from the table and brought it over to the sling. He torched some crystals and took in the first cloud. He shotgunned that with me, and we traded the smoke back and forth. The next cloud was shared with Jason, and then he said, “This one’s all yours” to me. I took in a huge amount of smoke and held it as long as I could. Between the smoking, the booty bump, and the chempiss from earlier, I was flying high. Jason and Gary took a big hit, blowing out some impressive clouds. Looking down at Jason, I saw him lubing up one of his toys. This was a Boss Hogg. He saw me looking and said, “This isn’t the biggest one, but it’ll get your ass started. You’ll be riding the big one soon.” My ass twitched in anticipation. The Hogg is one of my favorite toys (which Jason knew), and I was looking forward to feeling the amazing sense of fullness that it delivers. Once the toy was lubed, Jason teased my hole with it a bit, moving it up and down my ass crack. Each time he passed over my hole, I thought he’d slide it in, but the evil glint in his eyes let me know that he was going to tease me a lot before slipping the toy inside me. Jason started to penetrate my gape each time he grazed my hole, but he was not yet ready to fill my ass with it. Eventually, he pulled back and said, “This is the extra-large one. You’ll get up to the triple XL tonight.” He added a new coating of lube and said, “Take some poppers.” I did as I was told and felt the tip of the dildo at my hole. Once Jason knew that the poppers had hit (and the T was certainly flowing, too!), he started inserting the Hogg into my yearning ass. He just kept pushing and pushing, opening up my hole with the smooth toy. He only stopped when it was in to the base. He let my ass adapt to the toy for a bit and then started to move it around. He pulled it back a little so that the widest part was at my hole and then started to do large circles with the base. This moved the head of the toy around inside my ass, hitting all the walls of my anal canal and stroking over my prostate. I saw Gary crouched nearby with his eyes greedily watching my ass get opened up by the Hogg. Next, Jason pulled back even more and shoved the toy in to the base again. He started a serious fucking motion with it, using the full length of the dildo to fill my ass. Meanwhile, he asked Gary to lube up the next larger size. Once Gary had the bigger one coated, he held it out to Jason. Jason pulled the XL out of my ass and swapped it out for the double XL. This one actually slid in easily since my ass was well opened from the work he had done with the XL. I could tell the new toy was bigger, but my pig hole was ready for most anything. Jason repeated a similar set of actions with the XXL. After he fucked me with it for a while, he inserted it fully and just let it hang in my ass. The design of this toy allows for this since it is thickest in the middle but tapers down to a thinner width near the base. This fucker is heavy, and my ass certainly felt and appreciated the weightiness of this massive dildo. If it slid out some, Jason was there to shove it back in, but he mostly left it to sit in my ass and fill me up. Eventually, Jason asked Gary to take his place on the stool. “Just make sure that doesn’t slip out,” he told Gary as he walked away. He went down the stairs and into the house. I thought that he might be getting more drinks, but there was a fridge on the roof deck, so it was unclear where he was going. When he came back up, he was wearing a chest harness plus a harness to hole a dildo. He picked up the biggest Boss Hogg and started to lube it up. Then, he put it in the harness and added even more lube to it. Fuck, he was going to use that on my ass! I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I was willing to give it my best. Jason took hold of the dildo that was in my ass and took his place at my ass. He pulled it out a bit and got it to the thickest part. “Push it out, pig,” he snarled at me. I pushed out and felt the toy slither out of my ass. When it dropped to the floor with a thud, I felt a gush of lube leave my ass too. My ass was quickly filled by the tip of the triple XL Boss Hogg in Jason’s harness. “Ready?” Jason asked. I nodded yes, and he leaned forward to let the toy start to slide into my ass. He knew that this was a huge toy and would take some time to get all of it inside me, but he was watching me closely and giving me verbal encouragement as we went. “Yeah, pig, take that Boss Hogg up your ass.” “You know you want it.” “I’m gonna fuck you so deep with this.” “Hot fuckin’ pig hole, taking the Boss all the way.” Gary also joined in with some nasty encouragements. “So fucking hot watching you take that toy.” “Open up and let him in.” “Fuck yeah, you’re nothing but a hole for tonight.” As they were talking, Jason was applying steady pressure forward, causing the Boss Hogg to slide deeper into my ass. When we got to the thickest part in the middle, he paused again. He looked at me and asked if I was doing OK. All I could do was nod since I was in a wildly frenzied state. The way this toy is made means that once the thickest part is in, the rest of it will probably slide in easily. That’s because, after the hefty middle section, it starts to get smaller. Of course, smaller is all relative! For this size, the middle is over 14” around, and the base is over 12” thick. Still, once my hole had consumed the widest, the rest started to slide in more quickly. There was a point where it got hung up inside my guts, but with some repositioning on both our parts, Jason was able to get the whole fucking thing in my ass. His pubes were now up against my hole. I reached down to feel the stretch, so he pulled back just a little so that my hands could get to my hole. When he pulled back, the sensation was unbelievable! Of course, there was some suction with a toy this big, but I could feel all parts of the toy slither inside my ass. It was amazing and fantastic to feel how stretched out my hole was. I brought my hands back up so that Jason could get back in all the way. I wiped the lube off them and picked up the poppers. Jason did some small left to right movements while I huffed on the brown bottle. When I was done, I looked at him and said, “Fuck me.” Boy, did he obey! The first back and forth movements were minor, but they still sent shock waves through my pig hole. At one point, he pulled back to the thickest part, and we could hear the vacuum break as he slid back in. Watching this hot stud, who I had known for so long, fuck me with that huge dildo was so exhilarating to me. I reached back and spread my ass as wide as possible, eliciting a groan of delight from Jason. “Fuckin hot,” Gary growled as he watched the action. With less of a vacuum, Jason was able to really let me experience the full length of the Boss Hogg. In addition to being thick, it was also really long, and it felt amazing as it traversed the walls of my ass. Jason slowly slid it all the way in again and kept it there. My ass was filled like never before, and I was a happy pig. Jason looked over at Gary and said, “Lube up. When I pull this out, you’re going in with your fist.” That sounded fucking awesome to me. Jason suggested I do some poppers for the extraction. I wanted to be able to really experience the feeling of the Boss Hogg sliding out of my ass, so I only did a short snort. It gave me enough of an added buzz but still let me keep my focus on my ass. Man, Jason knew what he was doing! He took his time pulling the toy out of my ass. Seeing him slowly lean back as the toy slithered through my ass was sexy. His hairy chest was heaving with the exertion and the need to maintain control over the removal. His face showed the intense concentration that he was giving to the activity. For me, the withdrawal was astounding. This toy is an ass player's dream. The changes in thickness allowed it to alter the way it feels as it moves through your body. With Jason moving so slowly, I was able to really enjoy the ride. Poppers always make me more ass focused, and they served that purpose well. Jason was really just slowly pulling out – there was no diving back in, twisting, or shaking around – but it felt fantastic. The thickest part was past my hole, and he stopped to keep the rest inside me. “Get ready to fist this pig hole,” he snarled at Gary. Gary was ready, with his paws slicked up with lube. When the Boss Hogg left my body, Jason quickly stepped aside, and Gary slid his dominant right fist into my ass. Fuck, I love getting fisted! With Gary’s fist inside me, I felt filled up once again. Toys are great, but real men are even better. Gary’s hairy hand felt great inside me, and I was convinced that I could feel the hair on his hand as it slid across my inner walls. He pulled his fist out and entered me again. This time, he went a little deeper, but he pulled out again pretty quickly. He pulled out and went back in again with his right fist a few times and then started to alternate with his left fist. He did this for a while, then looked up at me and said, “I’m gonna go fast and hard on your hole. You OK with that?” I nodded, and he started to pummel my ass with his fists. Left, right, left, right in rapid succession. He really worked over my hole, and I was loving every second of it. I spread my ass as wide as possible so that he could have full and unrestricted access to my pig hole. Gary slowed his activity and eventually just sunk his fist into my hole. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. Speechless, I could only nod my agreement. “You want it again?” I put up my hand to ask for a short breather, and he complied, just moving his fist around inside me while playing around my outer hole with his other fingers. I picked up the poppers and took a few deep hits. “Go,” I said. Gary again started to work over my ass with his fists. With the poppers rush, I could only lay back and moan in appreciation of the efforts being expended on my pig hole. All I could see was a purple glowing eye that pulsed with each insertion. My brain was overloaded with sensations, and I was flooded with amazing feelings. He kept working my ass, although he slowed down too. I was surprised to look down and find that my abdomen was covered in fluid. “Fuck, you shot a load and then started to piss! It was so fuckin’ sexy,” said Jason. He was standing near the base of the sling where he had an up-close view of all of the activity. He grabbed a towel and wiped me down. I was sweating profusely, too, and needed to take a moment to get my breathing back to normal. Meanwhile, my ass was pulsing, and my hole was massively gaped. Once I had caught my breath, Jason knelt down in front of my ass and asked me to push out. I did and felt the blooming of a rosebud. Jason took a few pics and ran his fingers and tongue over it. I shivered in delight at the sensitivity of my ruined ass. Once I had recovered, they helped me out of the sling. We gathered into a sweaty group hug and stumbled over to the bed. As I lay down, I saw dawn start to break on the horizon. The rising sun looked great on the water, and I was a contented pig. We all cuddled together, and I fell asleep for a while.

Come on through. Bring @Parker7 too lol

I did it the first time I got fucked in a stairwell at my college. It seemed like the natural thing to do. I’ve done it ever since - love tasting my ass and the guys cum mixed up on his cock. Two days ago was at an ABS - took a nice long fuck from a guy in a booth. He was my second fuck that afternoon, so he was extra sloppy after he bred me. Cleaning that cock up was amazing.

Picked up anal gon a couple of months back & am waiting for STI results after a guy I fucked at an orgy recently said he had anal gon. Guy above was right, the injection did hurt like a fucker

Since I learned how to create a gallery. I can show off some of the alternative illustrations. The animated gif is still fairly low rez, but it gets the image across.

Part 4 I folded my clothes and sorted through some of uncles as well. They weren’t warm from the dryer but they were at least dry. I wanted to get dressed but I smelled and still had uncles sent all over me. I used his shower after the recon boy was sent away. His bathroom counter had a bunch of bottles strewn about. Aspirins, Viagra, Advil PM, stuff I recognized. There were other bottles that I didn’t know what they were. Trivacy, Descovy, Duviral, and a bunch of other confusing names. They were all empty and had various dates going back months, even years. Typical of an older man to have pill bottles everywhere. I got my first shower in several days. The hot water felt great cascading over me. The shelves in the showers were just as cluttered as the sink was. Lotions, Vaseline, body wash. Shampoo too of all good that would do what with uncle having almost no hair left. I used some of his soap cleansing off the grime. As I was looking through the multiple body wash bottles bunched together I discovered amongst them was a large dildo. It was as big as uncle Chester, and looked very realistic in its shape. I hadn’t gotten off yet and I was still horny so I figured it was okay to have a little shower play. Using the conveniently placed Vaseline I greased up my ass. Vaseline wasn’t my favorite lube. It does the trick alright but it lingers for a long time. I tried inserting the huge rubber toy but my ass hadn’t had much play recently so it was a struggle. It took a while but eventually I I managed to force it inside. The feeling of being filled up was intense yet satisfying. Once I had it all in I wasted no time fucking myself with one hand and jacking off with the other. It felt so good. The dildo was larger than anything I had taken but I loved the shape. All it’s proportions were hitting me just right. It’s wide head hitting my inner ring, the shaft bulging slightly in the middle allowing it to stay in easier, it even had a few bumps on it here and there that enhanced the experience. Fuck this toy was perfect. I must have lost track of time due to the anal play, and spent a bit too much time in the shower. As I was pumping the dildo in and out, I heard the shower curtain open up. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been in here so long.” I stopped pumping and turned around. Uncle Chester was grinning at me. His cock was fully erect again and looking at me. Normally I’d die of embarrassment being caught by a relative doing something like this, but since it was Chester I was only a little flustered. “Oh, sorry uncle, I couldn’t resist...” “That’s alright. You have your fun. I won’t rush you. Take your time with that dildo. It’s a special one.” “Why is it special?” I was a little confused and morbidly curious. “It’s a custom product. Made from a mold of my own cock.” His what?! The realization made me jolt and the dildo slipped between my fingers and fell out of my ass. Before I could retrieve it, uncle Chester grabbed it. “Bit of a butter fingers aren’t you? Turn around. I’ll pop it back in for you.” “I think I can do it myself.” “Oh just turn around” uncle grabbed my arm and turned me around facing the wall. “Now bend over and spread those legs.” He put a hand on my shoulder and with my legs spread, I felt him slap the dildo on my ass a few times. Then took it away. There was a moment where I didn’t know what he was doing with it. Then I felt him poke it at my hole. “Here it comes Will.” With a gradual push, he slid it slowly up in me. “Ah there we go. Nice and snug.” Uncle Chester started pumping the toy in my ass. He pushed it deep and it was hurting. “Ouch, I think I can take it from here…” He pumped it faster in me. “I know, I’m just priming you up. Keep facing that wall.” It was awkward having my uncle use the dildo on me, even more so how enthusiastic he was with it. It was like he was using his whole body in his technique. I was having a hard time with taking the depth at which he was pushing it in me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was also stretching me deep inside. I could barely handle how rough he was. “Uncle that’s too much. I really should take over.” Uncle Chester stopped. Then pulled the dildo out of me. It was a relief to get a pause in the action but then he stuck it back in me. “Alright take it. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself.” He let go of me. I grabbed the dildo poking out of my ass and turned towards him. His cock was still erect and wet. Uncle Chester just smiled and left me to my ‘shower’. I stood there with my hand holding the toy in place, not sure what to do. It was strange to have a copy of uncles dick in my ass, but it was just a piece of silicone after all. My horny mood was strong and I tried thrusting the dildo up in me for a while longer. But the thought of uncles cock kept flashing in my mind. This was uncles cock. Shit i was fucking myself with a Chester dildo. I gave up on it. As good as it felt, I couldn’t keep the flashes of uncle Chester out of my mind. I continued my shower like normal and finished up. Walking out naked to the laundry room feeling refreshed yet still horny. I noticed my pile of folded up clothes were gone. Uncle Chester came in and put his hand on my hip. “I took your clothes and put them away already. There’s something you should know Will. I’m a nudist you see? I tend to have a no clothes policy here in the house. I wasn’t going to bring it up the first day because I wanted to break you into the idea first. But while you are staying with me we’re both going to bare it at all as long as we’re in the house, understand?“ No clothes the entire time? What with how he normally walked around in little to nothing, I guess I should have expected this. I might not have been too keen on the idea yesterday, but since he’s accommodating me, I’ll abide by his house rules. “Yeah, I understand uncle.“ “Excellent, now come with me to the bedroom. I need some quality time with my favorite nephew.” He took me by the hand, and we walked into his bedroom. The smell of musk and sex lingered strongly in the air. He positioned me on his bed and crawled on top of me. He laid down and his semi hard cock rubbed up against mine. He rubbed his fingers through my still damp hair. I had just showered, and now I was getting a new layer of his musky sent on me again. “Um, what is it you wanted to do?” I asked not sure what his intentions were. “Just cuddling. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?“ He caressed my face and looked me up and down. He looked like he was admiring me. “Thanks uncle. That’s really kind.” “You really do look a lot like your father when he was younger.“ He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why did you and dad have a falling out?“ Uncle Chester looked at me as if contemplating, whether or not to tell me. “We were in sort of a relationship back in the day.“ “What? Really?” “Well relationship wasn’t really the best way to describe it. Your father was my fuck buddy. He was such an eager, bottom slut, and I fed him my cock day in and day out. Some of the best years of my life.“ “I can’t believe it. You and dad really did that stuff?“ It was a lot to take in. My dad gave no indications of being into guys at all. And to top it off he had sex with his own brother? “Yeah, your father and I were inseparable. But as time went on, I ended up becoming poz and he limited what I could do with him. For one, I wasn’t allowed to cum in his ass anymore.” “I could understand that.” “I still played around with other men on the side and got into the giftgiving scene. I pozzed up a lot of men in my day, but I wanted your father’s ass most of all. So one day I told him that I wanted him to commit to me completely. To become my sex slave for life. And for that he would have to become poz too. I wanted to infect him you see? That way we could fuck all we wanted uninhibited.” “Oh my God. You wanted to give dad HIV?“ “Yes. It’s not as bad as you think. All gay men get it eventually. It was better that he got it from me. But he didn’t like that idea so he decided to end our physical relationship, which eventually led to us not speaking to each other anymore. He wouldn’t even let me see you as you got older.“ I was having a hard time processing all of that. Uncle Chester’s passion for pozing seemed to know no bounds. My father’s past was a lot more complicated than I thought. And far more on the wild side then I was led to believe all my life. He was always so strict with me. But he had the carefree lifestyle that he warned me about. On one hand I was frustrated that he didn’t tell me about all this. But then again, how do you explain to your own son that you used to take it up the ass from your older brother? “Well all that is water under the Bridge. You’re here in my arms now and we can make up for lost time bonding. You would like that wouldn’t you Will? Bonding with your uncle?” He gave me another kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, of course. I don’t hold any of that against you. I’m glad we can reconnect.“ His face was really close to mine and I could feel his breath on me. “Hey uncle. Why do you like pozing so much?” That got him excited. “Curious are you? Well, there’s no better feeling then shooting a hot load into a boy that will change his life forever. The power of imprinting something permanent on him. My cock has the power to transform, corrupt. It’s a dangerous weapon that can eat away at virile young men.” “Oh, I’m no stranger to kinks but that’s definitely the most extreme I’ve heard of.” “Oh silly child. I’ve been around the block. I know of plenty bastards that are into worse. I know a guy, Clyde, he has cannibalism fantasies.” “Jesus Christ!” “He’s never done it of course. At least not that I know of. Still I wouldn’t go home alone with him. Another guy I know, Arthur, owns a ranch. He ties up guys in his stables and watches as the stallions mount them.” “Wouldn’t that be way too big?!” “He he, yeah. More than once, he’s had to send people to the emergency room for perforated colons.” “I get it. There are a lot of strange guys out there.” “I don’t judge, Will. I’ve done crazy things too. Nothing surprises me anymore. You should get used to more wild things too. That way you won’t get to surprised either.” “I will. I mean, I want to experience new things. I just don’t have many opportunities.” “Well that’s where I come in. The place I’m gonna take you to tonight is on the more hard core side. It’s a bar with a cruising area in the basement. You’ll find all types there. Plenty of poz fuckers there. Who knows, tonight you might get charged up.“ “I don’t want to get HIV uncle.” “Now Will. You will get HIV. It’s inevitable. There is a lot of potential in you for becoming a kinky pig boy. Within this community it’s only a matter of time.” I gave a semi concerned look. All of this talk about HIV and toxic balls was scaring me a little. It wasn’t really inevitable that I was going to catch it, was it? “You shouldn’t be afraid of poz cocks Will. They’re everywhere, even if you don’t know it.” He sat up on my lap. I felt his ass against my dick. It was still a little hard from the shower and I hadn’t gotten off yet. The heat from him was stimulating me. Embarrassingly I could feel myself growing under him. “Feels like you’re still horny Will. Haven’t had enough in the shower?” He was grinding his hips back and forth. His hole was sliding up and down my shaft, even up to my head and down. “I wasn’t able to finish…” His hips were moving around in circles. His hot wet hole was smearing my cock head. “That’s no fun. You shouldn’t blue ball yourself.” His cock was leaking onto my belly. He was clearly very still horny as well. The contact with his ass on my dick was getting a little intense. “Uncle, should you be rubbing your ass on it like that?” “What’s wrong? My cock has rubbed your ass. Your cock can rub mine.” He grabbed my dick and aimed it as his hole. He raised his ass so I could see my tip pointing up at him. His ass rubbed around on my tip, nearly engulfing it. “See? Nothing wrong with a little kiss.” “Um, I guess so….” “I can give it a deeper kiss like this.” Uncle Chester lowered his ass down and the full length of my dick disappeared inside him. I was immediately overwhelmed with the moist heat from within him. “Oh my god! Uncle! I can’t- ah!” I couldn’t contain myself. I came as soon as his hips met mine. My dick throbbed and spammed as it unloaded inside my uncle. “Oh dear. Did you cum inside me Will?” “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too! Your ass just-“ “It’s quite alright my boy. I’m happy to have helped.” “But we technically had sex. Isn’t that bad?” “Did it feel bad?” “…No.” “Then there’s nothing wrong with a little discharge. You were just pent up. I’m here at your disposal my sweet boy. And if my body can give you relief then that’s a bonus.” Uncle Chester slowly got up off of my cock. It popped out of his ass with a trail of cum dripping out of him and onto my thigh. I knew he was always okay with his sexuality and nudity, but I had not expected that I would end up shooting a load inside of him. Did that really count as sex? Sure my dick went inside of him and I came, but it was all so quick. “All right, then, since you were able to release, I think you should help me shoot off a load.” Uncle Chester laid on his back with his cock pointing straight up in the air. Pre-cum leaking out his tip. “Come on then Will. I want you to make me ejaculate. I’ll let you decide how, but you’re not leaving this room until you make some potent poz cum shoot out of me.” He wiggled his cock like a lure to a fish. “Is it okay? I’m okay with being nude around you but isn’t this a bit much?” “Of course. Besides, you got to shoot off inside me. You don’t want to be greedy now do you?“ “No of course not.” Somehow, I should have expected to get to this point. Uncle was such a sexually open man, but I didn’t think he would be willing to have his nephew do something like this with him. I crawled over in between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was definitely thick and hot in my hands. Squeezing the shaft it made another glob of pre-cum ooze out his tip. It was impressive how horny he was all the time. “So what are you gonna do Will? Use those soft hands, put it in your mouth, or are you gonna sit on it like I did?” Uncle wrapped a leg over my shoulder and pulled me down. My face rubbed up against his cock. A trail of pre-cum smeared from my chin to up my cheek. I sat upright again, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I started stroking his shaft up and down. “So a hand job. Fair enough.“ He relaxed with his arms behind his head, while I worked on his shaft. I moved my hands up and down along his length. It was so veiny and hot. I was apprehensive at first about it, but it wasn’t so bad. It was just like jerking off anyone else. The fact that it was my uncle didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I could make him feel good, then it wasn’t all that bad. I spat on it a few times to slick it up more. He watched me as I worked. He seem to be really enjoying himself. As I worked on his cock, he put a foot on my belly and was rubbing me with it. The more I stroked him the more he moved his foot up towards my chest. Pinching one of my nipples between his toes. “Do you like that Will?” “Yeah, it feels okay.” “Do you want to make me cum quickly?” That’s when he moved his foot up and planted it on my face. “Lick this and you’ll really make me shoot.” His foot smelled, and it was clammy with sweat, but I remembered how much he liked foot action, so I open my mouth and started licking it while I stroked him. His flavor was strong, but if it was going to help, then I was happy to do it. “Hell yeah, I can feel myself building up already. Get those toes in your mouth“ He didn’t even wait for me. He stuck his toes in my mouth, and I was sucking on them while his hips were humping to meet my hand strokes. “That’s it Will. I’m going to shoot. It’s coming. Get your head down there.“ Uncle Chester took his foot out of my mouth and swung it around my head. He pulled me down and his cock head pressed against my face as he began to orgasm. Jets of cum blasted out from him. My face got covered in it. He was grunting as his dick throbbed in my hand. Both his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me down onto it. My lips were getting coated in his semen. Some of it almost went into my mouth. His flow calmed down and he eventually let go of me. I sat up, my face covered in it. It dripped down onto my chest and belly. It was all over my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was looking around for any sort of tissues, but didn’t see any available. “Oh, that was wonderful. Thanks for helping me out with that Will.“ Uncle Chester sat up and started licking my chest. Swallowing his cum he shot all over me. He worked his way up to my face and was cleaning me off. But then his mouth met mine as he licked the cum off of my lips and started kissing me. He held me tight as his tongue parted my mouth. He spat a mouth full of cum in me. With his aggressive tongue action, I couldn’t help but swallow the incredibly bitter and salty gunk. We broke away and uncle was licking his fingers, being nonchalant. I was conflicted about giving him a hand job and getting kissed. He seemed to sense my discomfort. “Don’t be so uptight about it Will. Two men can enjoy each others company. It was just a bit of fooling around. It felt good. And you seemed to enjoy yourself too.” “Yeah. That was just a bit intense.” A bit intense? At one point my cock went up his ass and I came instantly. We should probably restrain ourselves. The nudity and body contact is okay. But full blown sex is taking it too far. That’s what I wanted to say in the moment. But he seemed so happy and I didn’t want to bring down the mood. This sort of thing should be wrong but he was so carefree about it that it didn’t totally feel as bad as it should have. “It’s all apart of living young man. You’ll get used to it. Now let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with.” He got up off the bed and grabbed me by the hand. We wandered into the living room where uncle Chester was going through a cabinet. “What are you looking for?” “Just some fun things. There’s porn, movies, board games. What are you in the mood for?” As he was bent over looking through the cabinet, I could see his backside spread. There was a bead of white dripping out of his ass. Oh that’s right. That’s my cum. My cum, leaking out of my uncle’s ass. I can’t believe he just swallowed my dick up into him like that. “How about a board game?” Something that will be a nice distraction from what went on in the bedroom. “Alright I got just the one.” He pulled out a white box with multiple colored dots on it. Oh, it’s Twister.

The first guy to fuck me was 23 when I was 15 and he was 100% my type - tall, toned, tanned and older (back when being in your 20s meant "older"). We only fucked once though and my game wasn't good enough to find other guys like him at that stage, so although I wanted older guys the other guys were around my age until I was around 18/19.

In my mind I was constantly vigilant, making sure not to say or do anything that might give me away, but sometimes my eyes couldn’t help themselves when some dude bent over to warm up or when somebody was changing in the dressing room and had nothing more than a dance belt on. Usually I caught myself before anyone noticed me gawking, but not last Sunday. We had just finished a long dance rehearsal at the rehearsal space and were all being called in to the dressing rooms in pairs for our final fittings, and finally I was called in with Neal, the leading man who I was glad to say I had become friends with, despite him being the star and me only a lowly chorus boy. I was relieved that he and I were called in together because, while he was a very attractive guy, he was at least 20 years older than me and I had no interest in him other than as a buddy. Some of you are probably offended by this, but it had nothing to do with his looks or age. In any other group of men, he would shine as the most attractive, but in the theatre, surrounded by college guys and dancers in their early 20’s, he was only average in comparison. The costumer handed us some pants to try on and stepped out of the room so we could change which would usually have been my cue to run off to one of the dark corners or even into a bathroom stall to avoid changing with another guy. This wasn’t because I was that shy, but actually due to my fear of getting hard seeing the rock hard abs, bulging biceps and toned thighs of the other guys. Since it was just Neal and I, and he was engaging me in conversation, I stayed put and stripped to my tighty-whiteys while he tried getting a knot out of his shoelace. “No dance belt like the other boys huh?” he asked when he glanced up at me after finally giving up, and pulling the shoe off. “Nah, I don’t even own one,” I responded while pulling on my first pair of slacks. “I know I’ll need one for dress rehearsal next week but since this is my first professional show I’ve never bought one before and I’m stalling until the last possible day. “I understand,” he continued to undress, peeling off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly cut chest for a guy in his mid-30’s. “I still don’t own a dance belt and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.” “How do you get away with that?”I asked him while slipping on my next pair. “With this,” He said, motioning to his mid-section while undoing his drawstring and letting his sweats drop in a puddle at his feet. Unaware of what he was doing I turned and looked at the very moment his pants slid down, and my jaw dropped almost to my feet. “Jockstraps are just as good for me most of the time, and they don’t ride up into a super wedgie like dance belts do.” Neal should have been the one safe person for me to be in here with, but standing only 4 feet away from him now, unable to peel my eyes away from his giant bulge held back by a white athletic supporter, I was suddenly aware of just how naïve I’d been. Here I’d been treating him like an asexual mentor, and he was secretly concealing a fuzzy, muscled, horse-hung, sex god under his track pants and cotton pullovers. “Pete? Peter? Yo earth to Pete!” He snapped his fingers bringing me back to reality so quickly I caught my foot in my pants and fell forward into his naked chest. “Whoa boy, I thought you were more coordinated than the average teen. Or has this suave dancer façade been nothing but an act?” “Sorry,” My mouth was dry and I couldn’t push away and turn around to try on the last pair of pants fast enough. “Just wasn’t expecting…” “What?” His voice sounded too close for my comfort, and send a shock down my spine that began stiffening my cock. “Oh, I get it. Grossed out by my flabby ass and fur.” “you forgot your bare ass in that jock,” my quip caused us both to laugh. “That’s more crack than even Lindsey Lohan could handle!” “Hurrying to finish, I dashed out before he stopped laughing and ran almost straight into the costumer. “How’d it fit?” Big enough for you?” She asked. “Big enough? You mean the pants! Yeah plenty big. All of them were just perfect.” I said trying to sound nonchalant while begging my hard on to go down. “Well you are not getting off that easy,” she said, pushing me back towards the dressing room. “go put the number one pick back on and lets see it so I can mark any alterations I need to make.” “But” “Go! And send Neal out in the grey suit if it fits okay!” and with that she opened the door and pushed me back in, right past Neal who was passing me in the very grey suit she had mentioned. “So what do you think? Too tight in the inseam?” She asked as the door shut behind me. Quick before they finished I ducked around the wall with every pair of pants she’d given me and into the rest room part of the dressing area. Tossing the pants on the counter, I dropped my shorts whipped out my cock and began stroking. Just as I was about to cum I heard the door open and Neal re-enter, with instructions to try on the tweed and come back out. Shoving my cock back in my briefs, I picked up a random pair of slacks and slid them on, fastening them with the head of my dick trapped between my abs and the waist band. “There you are!” Neal announced as he rounded the wall, the costumer close behind. “Pam was wondering if you got lost so we came looking for you. Looks like a good fit Pam, so how bout letting me and the kid change into option two?” “The waist is pulling weird,” pam said as she began towards me. “Do we need to take it out a little?” “NO!” I shouted with such gusto it stopped Pam in her tracks. “No, sorry, just wearing the wrong underwear today. It is perfect.” “Wrong underwear?” Pam turned to Neal with a puzzled look. “Yeah, kid forgot to wear a dance belt,” Neal explained while trying on another suit coat over his bare chest. “Can you please step out so I can put on the suit you keep claiming you need to see me in?” “Fine.” Pam turned the corner and went to the door. “Buncha babies can’t get dressed with a girl in the room, I’ll step outside.” “Finally,” My voice revealed a little too much of my desperation for her to leave. “She can be such a knit-picker, even after 3 fittings!” “Seriously Pete,” Neal agreed with my excuse. “Spends hours trying to make my inseam fit just right and can’t make it so my zipper will work. Can you help me out with this?” “With your zipper?” My eyes came to rest on the bulge I previously ignored, wondering if he had to wear loose slacks or sweats all the time to keep it from looking obscene. “Yeah, it is stuck half way down and I can’t get it to keep going,” He added, oblivious to my depraved gaze. “Can you get down there and see if it is caught on my shirt or something?” With a nod I took two steps and lowered myself to the ground. Hands trembling I reached out and took hold of the metal zip, tugging a few times with no luck. “Maybe if I unbutton them,” and he did just that. “Now give it a good tug.” And I did, causing the jeans to slip and pull the jockstrap down with them. Without a thought I kept pulling down but Neal caught his waist just in time to stop the impending nudity, giving me a glimpse of his dark brown straight pubes leading right up to where they meet his cock, but not quite revealing it. “Whoa there buddy,” He said as he pulled his pants back on. “I guess I know what they got caught on! Better let me fix these bad boys. Mind stepping back into the changing section so I can take these off and see what’s wrong?” “Sure,” my cock throbbed as I turned to go around the wall, catching a glimpse of his fuzz-covered ass in the mirror right before cleared the partition and found myself alone again. Listening to him curse at the zipper I walked over to his discarded sweats and lifted them to my face while my other hand undid my trousers and fished out my cock. One deep inhale and suddenly I was exploding. Streams of cum escaping my dickhead while an image of Neal in his jock filled my head. Tossing a few paper towel on the cum spots I used my feet to wipe up while slipping into the second pair of pants. Just in time, Pam burst in and Neal rounded the corner, neither one any wiser about my illicit jerk session. As I packed up to leave after final dress rehearsal a dozen or so days later, Pam spotted me and pulled me aside. Some notes had already been passed along, but she wanted to ask me privately to make sure I went out and got a dance belt before the show opened the next night. Sensing my discomfort, she recommended a specialty men’s clothing store not too far from the theatre and told me to tell them what I needed when I arrived. I explained that I didn’t have my own car these days, and she got a smile on her face. “No problem!” She began walking me towards the dressing rooms. “One of the other guys needs one too and I’m sure he could give you a ride if you need.” Unfamiliar with who was in which dressing room since moving from the rehearsal space into the actual theatre, I didn’t realize who’s door she was knocking at until it opened. “Hey Pam, Pete, what can I do for you?” My heart sank as Pam explained to Neal that I was also needing a dance belt for the show and would he mind giving me a ride there the next morning before call. “No problem, just text me your address and I’ll pick you up around 9.” I considered not texting him the address to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing where I lived. Not because it was some dump, because it was actually a beautiful house in the suburbs. No I didn’t want him to see it because as soon as he did he’d know that no teenage could afford living there unless it was his parent’s house. Finally I decided I’d meet him in front of the apartment complex a few blocks away, when the house phone rang and my mom picked it up. Just as I was about to press send, I heard her say “The blue house on the corner, thanks Neal, we’ll see you at 9.” “Who was that?” I shouted down to her from my room. “That was a guy from the show looking for you,” She called back, nonchalantly. “He said you both need to pick up some dance equipment before the show today and offered you a ride. Turns out he had no idea you live at home. You must be acting pretty mature at rehearsals because when I answered he asked if I was your girlfriend. Isn’t that sweet?” “What did you tell him?” I begged of her as I flew down the stairs, two at a time, screeching to a stop in front of her. “Nothing embarrassing,” she smiled and handed me my coat. “I just explained that I’m your mom and we really appreciate the ride since I have work and your dad is taking your sister to a piano lesson.” I cringed and slunk back to my room to finish getting dressed. Bad enough he now knew I am still stuck at home with my folks, but now he would probably think of me as some sort of baby-faced, mama’s boy who has to get rides from his parents and be home before curfew or something. I wondered if opening night was too late to call and quit my first professional acting gig. Just in case I could avoid him being asked in to meet everyone, I texted Neal my cell number so he could tell me when he was close. When my phone buzzed at 9, I threw on my coat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door before my parents could see me. Rushing down the drive I ducked under some bushes to avoid having to open the gate and ran up along side Neal’s car. “Hey bud,” He reached across and opened the door for me, patting me on the back as I slid into his ride. “Got everything you need?” “Yeah let’s go,” I smiled a fake smile and began making small talk to avoid any questions he might have about just how old I was. Pulling off the highway and into downtown was still new to me, having grown up in the suburbs, but Neal slid from lane to lane with no problems, finally parallel parking like he did it all the time (which he probably did since he worked down here full time as an actor). Hopping out, he led the way to the front door of a small, unassuming shop, tucked between a large bar and an upscale clothing boutique. My eyes took a second to adjust when he ushered me into the dimly-lit entryway. Now indoors, I was shocked to see men’s undergarments from floor to ceiling, adorning mannequins and featured on buff models in photo spreads. Neal took point again, walk past me up to the counter and hitting the bell. Almost immediately a handsome man around My Dad’s age appeared from behind a curtain and asked what he could do for us. “My friend and I are in the show opening tonight across the street,” he said with no ego. “and we both need underwear with the necessary support for us to dance in, without creating any pantylines under our costumes.” “Certainly,” The man seemed to know exactly what we meant and called into the back room for someone named David. “Let me take you to those items and then David and I will help with the fitting.” Gesturing to follow, he stepped around the desk and briskly made his way down a flight of stairs into a much bigger room, with more varieties of undies on every surface. As we passed some truly bizarre pairs, Neal grabbed one from the wall and wrapped it around his neck and feigned choking. We both laughed for a second until the clerk cleared his throat and pointed out two dressing rooms, one for each of us. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping inside and disrobing, David will be along to take some measurements in a moment and I’ll be back with some choices of styles, colors and materials.” The man turned to go before pausing and turning back. “By the way, I am Edward if you need anything.” “I guess we should get undressed,” Neal said, pulling back the curtain to his dressing area and stepping inside. I followed suit and began to slowly peel away my coat and shirt, when I realized there was something missing from this dressing room. “Hey Pete does your dressing room have any-” “Mirrors?” I completed his thought. “Not one, guess we’re supposed to use the big one out in the main area.” David appeared moments later and walked right into my dressing room. He was obviously annoyed that I still had my pants on and dropped to his knees to pull them and my briefs off. Even with the handsome 20ish muscle guy running a measuring tape around my waist, thighs, hips and up my groin, I was too nervous to get hard, thanking God that it wasn’t too cold though. After writing a few things down, David stepped back into the main area and left my curtain open, pointing to something on his clipboard and nodding when Edward pointed to something else. With that he pulled back the curtain to Neal’s area and I wished to heck they weren’t right next to each other so I could have seen if he’d stripped all the way down or only to his undies. For the next twenty minutes or so, Edward brought me pair after pair of dance belts, but much nicer than any I’d ever seen. Finally I had worn it down to two choices, a flesh tone style with high sides and a nice soft pouch, and a black silky pair with an elastic band around the cock and wider waist band to help keep it in place. “Step out and take a look.” Edward said when he slid the flesh tone pair up my legs. My nerves were diminishing and Edward’s forceful tone had me thinking of baseball and fat chicks to keep myself flaccid. Opening the curtain, I was surprised to see Neal on the platform in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a royal blue dance belt with a drawstring around the pouch to help keep things inside. If anything, his bulge looked bigger today than it had before. “Oh shit, Pete,” Neal turned red and spun around, dashing into his dressing room. “Didn’t realize you were stepping out so soon.” “No problem Neal,” I responded laughing at his reaction. “It’s only slightly less than you were wearing the first time we changed together.” We laughed and I stepped onto the platform and marveled at how manly I looked. My muscle mass had increased quite a bit since I’d begun training for this show, and the baby fat I used to carry around my love handles and pecs was all but gone since I’d been dancing so much. I thought I looked hot, but the faces of the two clerks said otherwise. “Try the black and I will go find on more I think you should see,” Edward said as David shooed me back into the dressing room. Expecting him to leave, I was shocked as he whipped the flesh pair down to my feet and held out the black for me to slip into. This time when he got it to my groin, my nerves were forgotten and my cock began to harden, aided when he grasped the base firmly, ran his fingers under my balls and tucked the whole thing into the black pouch. Running his fingers along the sides to make sure the sides lay right, he stopped as they met, right by my sensitive butt hole. Hearing the other curtain pull aside, I could just see a glimpse of Neal’s back as David stepped out to take a look at the other customer’s choice. Unaware that he’d left the curtain open an inch, I snuck forward and peeked out to see what Neal was wearing. My cock went from tentatively hardening, to full on hard-on when I saw Neal’s massive meat encased in white cotton so thin I could see the ridge of his cock head and a vein working its way down the shaft. David gave Neal a thumb’s up and Neal returned to his room. Absent mindedly stroking my own dick in the black pair, I forgot about Edward’s return until my curtain was thrust open once more and Edward led me up onto the platform. “Not bad,” He said with no hint of disgust or intrigue. My dick was fully hard and causing the black material to poke out obscenely, even creating a wet spot where the tip was leaking precum. “But I think these will work better.” Pulling me back into the dressing room, Edward reached into my pouch and grasped my hard cock firmly, while pulling off the black belt. Not letting go until I stepped free of the black one, Edward finally held open a new pair with a wide black belt, attached to a red pouch, which was attached to two red elastic bands that each made a small loop. Looking confused, Edward showed me to put my leg into the belt first then a loop for each on until they reached the top. Once there he grasped my hard cock once more and slid it and my balls through a small hole in the first layer of fabric in the pouch, giving me tons of extra support around my crotch with nothing touching my ass. He explained that this pair had a built in c-ring for added support, but the tiny leg straps were practically invisible under clothes. Now harder than ever, he tucked my dick back up under the waist band, leaving my bulge quite full but not so obviously stiff. I felt so naked I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tucked it around me and not a moment too soon. Ripping back the curtain, Edward was pushing me out to the mirror. I was surprised to see Neal standing on the platform in a red pair that looked like briefs at the front and a thong in back. Both of stammered for something to say as I took a spot next to him, before he finally spit it out. “Seems only fair I see you bare ass,” he said slapping my butt, “since you’ve seen me that way!” I dropped my shirt a little bit giving him a glimpse at mylily white cheeks, we laughed and the clerks ushered us back to our separate rooms. Once inside I agreed with Edward that this was the best pair for me, but asked if there was one with a fly incase I needed to pee and didn’t have time to release myself from the ring in the pair I had on. Reaching out, he took the top of the pair I had on and peeled back a Velcro piece, allowing the entire front section to roll down and reattach at the bottom, leaving my cock hanging free while still through the ring. “Would you like to see anything else today?” He inquired, before unzipping his own slacks and letting them fall open to reveal a similar pair on him, but made of leather and without any cloth to cover his thick uncut 8 inches. I nodded yes and reached for his thick cock, stroking it as he returned the favor. Pressing my body against the wall by the curtain he peeled away the closest edge so I could see Neal now wearing a crisp white jockstyle belt while David stood back and judged. Looking past them I caught a reflection of my face, chest and cock, being stroked by a meaty older man’s hand and felt a thick finger pierce my ass hole and force itself in two knuckles deep and I lost control. I stifled my cry of pleasure by throwing my head into Edward’s chest and began to cum, stream after stream soaking his cotton oxford shirt and soft wool and silk pants. Simultaneously I could feel Edward’s load shoot out over my dick and thighs. Pulling his chest away, he leaned in and kissed my lips before telling me to get dressed. He looked outside the tiny room and once he was sure the coast was clear he ran off, while I got dressed and waited for Neal. We left about 5 minutes later, making our way to the main floor to pay for our purchases. When Neal asked me where mine was, I told him I decided to wear it to the show. In actuality I had been unable to find my briefs anywhere and, assuming Edward took them to wipe up with, I decided to wear them so any rogue cum drop wouldn’t leave a mark on my pants. Neal was holding his in his hand, and from what I could tell it was one of the white pairs I had seen before, but I couldn’t see which. At the desk, I paid for mine using a credit card I had no idea how I was going to pay off, but luckily Edward (now with a jacket over his shirt and tie) gave me a big discount. Neal paid next and seemed unfazed by the price, whatever it was. As we left I made sure to accidentally leave my ball cap behind, and ran back to get it, sliding my number to Edward before leaving. Opening night was a rousing success and due to some very quick changes I had to make, I was given a private dressing room right off the stage so no one ever saw my new dance belt. By the curtain call, the whole cast ready to get out of there, which meant drinks for most and calling for a ride home for me. “Gonna come out with us for a drink?” I turned at the sound of Neal’s voice. “It should be fun.” “Wish I could,” I said, walking with him toward the parking lot. Rather than further embarrass myself I figured I’d be ambiguous. “Sadly I have to get home and get some stuff done tonight, otherwise I would.” “What is so important you have to skip out on your first professional opening night?” He asked, clapping a hand around my shoulder and pulling me in to his side. The heat coming off of him was almost as intoxicating as the smell of his cologne and sweat, causing me to falter before I could come up with another excuse. “Just come out and have a couple drinks and you can still be home in time for Matlock, okay Grandma?” “Sounds fun but I am not old enough to drink,” I hated admitting it, but it might give me an out. “Sorry, forgot about that.” Neal loosened his arm hold as we walked, but kept it around my shoulders, and it felt nice. “But you can still have a couple tonight if you want. We got a full bar and buffet set up at Jim’s (the director) house, and I live only a few houses down from him so you can crash at my place if you’re too drunk to drive home.” “I dunno Neal,” I wanted to go but was nervous about spending time with everyone and having nothing in common. “I really do have things to get done tonight.” “If you really need to get home tonight then you can come for an hour and then you can drive my car home,” he said, defeating my defenses. “Chances are I will walk back to my place anyway once I decide I’ve had enough. Then tomorrow you can give me a ride to the show and bring my car back.” “Really?” My mind was searching for another excuse but this way I could hang out for a little while, then get home without any one worrying, and check out where Neal and Jim lived. “Okay, but I can’t stay too long.” “I know, I know,” he smiled and walked us over to his car. “You have things to do.” Pulling up outside the house I tried my hardest to seem nonchalant, but inside I was going nuts. Here we were in one of the snootiest neighborhoods in town, pulling up to the cast party for the biggest show of the year so far, and not only was I in it, but I was walking in with the star. It never occurred to me that the party would have more than just cast, but everywhere I looked I saw the local elite. Some famous, most rich, all classy. Lucky for me, Neal was pulled away as soon as we entered, so he could schmooze some big wig producers. Meanwhile the other chorus members grabbed me and pulled me out on the patio where there was a dance floor set up and lots of waiters walking around with champagne. After a few glasses and a few dances, we all decided to check out the digs, and snuck off to see the rest of the house. The ensemble guys and girls were all older than I was, some by a few years, some by a decade, but I was having a great time, especially when one of them absconded with a bottle of expensive vodka and we all snuck into Jim’s screening room to do shots. I’d forgotten all about going home when some of the others decided to go back out and dance some more. A few of the chorus boys who were fresh out of college wanted to see the bedrooms, and asked me along so I joined them. Turns out they were only looking for dirt about Neal and why we’d been hanging out so much. I laughed it off and explained that we were carpool buddies, which put it to rest, until we came upon Neal in Jim’s study and he asked to join us. The other guys were pretty drunk (although I was not far behind) and couldn’t help themselves when they noticed Neal joking with me. “So what’s all this?” One of the guys asked us. “Pete says you’re just carpool buddies, but I heard you two went shopping together and shit.” “yeah we did,” Neal said. “So? Is it too far-fetched to think we could be friends?” “But are you only friends,” the guy slurred. “Or maybe something more?” “Yeah we’ve all heard the rumors about you,” another guy added. “and you can date as many singers and ingénues as you want, but lots of your friends seem to be young guys like us.” “Well, not to fret Gents,” Neal smiled. “I promise not to make any of you my friends. Wouldn’t want any nasty rumors floating around, now would we?” “Besides,” I jumped in, feeling defensive. “If I was sleeping with the star don’t you think I’d have a bigger part?” Everyone laughed at that, even though I was being serious. “Truth is I don’t have a car and he was nice enough to gimme a ride. End of story.” With that, they dropped the subject although I am sure they had some doubts. Truth is, I had some too. Doubts about my ability to control myself around Neal, especially after hearing he might like young dudes like me. A few hours of hanging out and dancing and suddenly the party was ending. I went to get my coat when one of the actresses who had a supporting role, Lisa, grabbed me and told me to follow her. Up some stairs and past a set of glass doors and suddenly we were on a gorgeous veranda. Seated on some comfy couches around a low, glass table were the director Jim, choreographer Steele, the leading lady Rebecca , one of the chorus guys Mark, Neal and now Lisa and me. Taking a seat by Mark, I asked him what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to “go with the flow.” Pretending like I wasn’t totally out of my league, I listened to the conversation and sipped on a cocktail handed to me by Jim before he went to retrieve something he referred to as “party favors.” Immediately I recognized the smell coming from his pipe as weed, having grown up with a hippy grandma. I’d only tried it once before, but when the pipe was passed to me I took a bigger hit than I should have and almost choked to death. Everyone got a kick out of it, but I wasn’t embarrassed since Lisa and Steele both did the same thing. Pretty soon we’d finished a couple bowls and I was melting into the sofa. Lost in thoughts of how hot Neal and Mark and Steele were, I didn’t hear when Jim asked me a question. “I said: what do you think of your first show?” He asked again. “Seems good to me.” I said, causing another round of laughs. “Got nothing to compare it to.” “Good point,” Mark said, moving in closer and patting me on the knee, before leaving his hard there to rub from my knee up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should ask you what YOU think of MY first show?” I said, feeling very deep. “I’d say you are doing an amazing job,” Steele interjected. Tall tan and ripped I found Steele to be hotter than hot and was flattered by his statement. “You’re keeping up with dudes who’ve been doing this for years and you’re only in high school.” “No shit!” Lisa piped in. “You’re in high school? I knew you looked young but damn man that’s impressive.” “I’m not in high school, I graduated early.” I tried to argue the point but it was futile. “It’s not like I’m 12 or anything.” “No one is saying that,” Rebecca, always the mature voice, chimed in. “We are just impressed at what you can do at this age. Just think about all the things you will accomplish before you’re 21.” “Yeah plus he is fucking ripped,” Neal’s comment made my dick jump despite the booze and pot flowing through me. “Dude’s got killer abs and a butt that makes sales clerks get hard ons.” “Please,” My mouth responded before my brain could catch up. “if anyone made that guy hard, it was you!” Realizing what I said, I turned bright red and tried to morph into the same color as the couch. The crowd took no notice of it and continued chatting about my looks and Neal’s, expanding from there into the rest of the cast. 20 minutes passed when Rebecca decided to call it a night and Steele, Mark and Lisa were heatedly discussing who was the hottest guy in the show. Jim walked Rebecca out while Lisa made her argument for the guy playing her love interest. “Sure he is cute,” Steele interjected. “But he is nowhere near as ripped as either of the two boys sitting on the couch.” “Thank you Steele!” Mark responded. “I’d argue that it comes down to either me, Greg (the dance captain) or Peter here. Who do you think is hottest?” “You,” I said, my eyes locking with Neal’s. Mark didn’t see that and assumed I meant him, and leaned over and kissed me before I could stop him. As stoned as I was I just giggled and covered my face with my hands, all while Mark’s hand had moved to my inner thigh and up closer to my crotch. “If you’re so hot,” Jim said, reappearing through the glass doors with another pipe in his hands. “then prove it Mark. Give us a show.” This was met with applause from Lisa, Steele, Neal and eventually, me. Once I joined in, he agreed, but told us he needed some place with better lighting. So the party moved inside to the upstairs tv room. While Mark went through Jim’s giant collection of mp4s on the house stereo system, Jim loaded a different looking bowl and took a hit before handing it to Steele and Lisa. When it got to me, I looked at it with no idea what it was before giving in and asking. “It’s tina.” Jim replied, still not making any sense to me. “Ya know, crystal?” I still wasn’t 100% sure and decided I was too fucked up as it was and passed it along to Mark who was once again seated next to me. Mark took a big hit from the pipe and then stood up and took off his shirt, revealing tight abs, firm pecs and an entirely unblemished torso except for an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He moved to the stereo to continue selecting while Lisa and Steele teased him about his tattoo. Before I realized it, the pipe had come back around but now Neal was sitting beside me, smiling and holding the pipe. “Give it a try Pete,” He whispered while the others paid no attention. “It feels really good.” “I am too fucked up already,” I argued, but leaned in closer to share in the whispering. “if I get any higher I’ll forget myself entirely.” “You talk like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes forgetting yourself is the only way to find what you really need.” He said while coming so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Just let me light it for you and take a hit. I promise it won’t make you feel bad, it might even make you feel better.” Looking at his strong chiseled face, I lost control. Clicking and sparking, the lighter burst into a small flame which Neal held to the bottom of the bowl. Clouds of white mist formed and swirled in the round end of the pipe. Neal nodded and I leaned forward and began to suck in the sour, white smoke. “Blow it in my mouth,” Neal instructed. We both leaned in and my lips grazed his as they opened, blowing the smoke into his mouth until I ran out, then pressing into his for a kiss. Pulling away I felt my world get brighter, and my mind get less foggy. While Neal took a hit, I started to remember where we were and what was happening. Suddenly his lips were on mine again and I was taking a shot gun from him, followed by a longer kiss, including a teasing with our tongues. Standing, he walked the pipe to Jim, who seemed to be torn between watching us and the other three. Looking over to see what they were up to, I wondered when I missed mark stripping down to his yellow and green bikini briefs, and when had Lisa and Steele both become topless. I laughed when Lisa made a joke about Mark’s dancing, which suddenly reminded him I was there. Bringing me the pipe, he straddled my legs and took my hand and placed it on his abs. Hitting it himself while I felt his ripped stomach, he took his time before tentatively trying to hand it to me. Neal was back next to me now, and told me to hold it to my lips while Mark lit it. I did what he asked and got an even bigger hit this time, which Mark tried to bend over and suck from my lips, but lost his balance and had to slide off of me onto the couch cushion instead. “Show us what you got Mark!” Lisa called out, now sitting on Steele’s lap, with Jim behind them, taking turns feeling her breasts and his chest. Never one to give up on a challenge, Mark pulled Neal and I over onto the loveseat next to the other three and turned on some music. Unfamiliar with the song, all I could tell you is it consisted of some pop star begging for someone to do things to her, with a very repetitive beat and overpowering baseline. He had some impressive moves, but he seemed to be trying really hard to turn me on by acting feminine, and all it did was turn me off. After a few minutes, Steele pushed Lisa off his lap and wanted to show Mark “how it’s done.” Switching over to the first techno-ish house music he could find he proved what an amazing athlete he is with all sorts of gymnastic moves, while stripping down to a black and gold pair of thong style undies. Even more cut than Mark, Steele was also much manlier and had no problem getting me hard in my pants. Steele tried passing it on to Jim, but he was too busy with his hand down Lisa’s skirt and Marks tongue playing with Jim’s dick through the material of his baggy boxer shorts. “Peter,” Jim said. “Show us what you got.” “Yeah Pete,” Neal said quietly. “I want to see what you got without a shirt in the way.” Taking a hit from the pipe, I felt bold, so I stood up, walked to the stereo and hunted for something to dance to. Originally thinking of something modern I stopped when “feelin’ good” by Sinatra popped up. As the opening strains began I turned around and slowly undid my shirt until it fell at my feet. Sliding in on and around the others on the loveseats, I somehow had them all watching me, frozen and focused entirely on my pants as I stepped onto the coffee table and worked them down my thighs, pulling a blanket off an armchair and using that to slowly uncover more and more of me until the climactic key change where I dropped the blanket. Left only in my special new undies, I twisted and turned and worked my way over to Neal, letting him reach out and brush fingers over my firm smooth butt and around over my cloth covered cock and balls. Just when I could tell all five were buzzing for me to finish I undid the Velcro and rolled down my pouch, until my hard 7 and a half inch dick popped against my abs, drooling precum down onto the floor. “Definitely the hottest,” Mark said before Jim shoved his mouth back down onto his now exposed dick. “Fuck yeah school boy,” Steele added while sliding his dick out of his thong and rubbing it over Lisa’s pussy. “I’m gonna get some of that ass tonight!” “Jim, where is the tina I brought over earlier?” Neal stopped me as I moved to join them on the couch. “In my room in the bedside table,” Jim said between moans as he face fucked Mark and felt up Steele’s ass as it slammed into Lisa’s cunt. “Pete and I are gonna go get it.” Pulling me behind him, Neal dragged me out of the tv room, down the hall and into a large bedroom, adorned with dark wood walls and a huge bed. Sitting me on the bed, Neal pulled open the bedside drawer and brought out another pipe, a bag full of crystals and a small torch. He loaded it, handed it to me and explained how to melt it, then started to hurriedly strip. When I finally got it melted and took a hit, I looked back at him just as he slid his jeans off. All he was wearing now was my briefs from that morning, and they were stretched to the maximum. Handing him the pipe, I worked to get his cock and balls through the fly while he smoked. Finally freed, his cock stood at least two inches longer than mine and was thicker than a peppermill. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” I wanted to lie as I always had and say no when he asked, but instead I just nodded yes. “I can tell. Only a virgin could see that cock and still be laying there.” “Your only job right now is to hit this,” he said, indicating the pipe he was handing me, then dropping to his knees, spreading my legs and munching my ass cheeks. I moaned and took a big hit and moaned and took another hit, and moaned and went on until I was writhing in ecstacy. Once I could take no more, Neal pounced on top of me and told me to get my hands on his cock. While I stroked it, he reached behind me and worked a shard of tina up inside me. “That burns,” I whined and wriggled as he worked some lube into my ass with it. “Good,” Neal smiled and pumped his meat into my fists. “I want to be sure you know that my dick is not meant for little boys like you. You need to feel some pain so you can understand that is nothing compared to what is going to happen. This is your last chance to say no, back down, and go back in there and try one of those average size dicks. Once you agree to stay, I will take that cherry and there will be no going back, understand me?” For a second I stopped and wondered if I was really able to do this? All I could see when I looked at my hands was a dick that I could just barely get my fingers around, long enough to fit through both and still leave a few inches uncovered, and it scared me. But then I glanced up and my eyes caught Neal’s gaze and I remembered how it felt being with him, what he was risking by being with me, and what it felt like with his hand on my shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration, he tucked my legs back behind my shoulders and poured some lube on his cock. Pulling a small bottle off the side table, he unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose and inhaled. Moving it to my nose, I followed his lead and held it in. My head started swimming and I saw stars as his cock head moved in and pushed against my tight sphincter. In only seconds, but what felt like hours, it breached the hole and sunk inch by inch until slowly, and surely he worked it balls deep. I was in horrible pain, but I had nowhere to run. Hanging on for dear life, he began pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me in ernest, until we were up to a good clip. My eyes were screwed shut until I felt him lean in and kiss me, awakening me to his presence. Suddenly I relaxed a little and his cock managed to go deeper, pressing something so deep inside me that I felt orgasms exploding from every finger tip, eyelash and arm hair. Each sensation was 1000 stronger than my best jerk off session, and I forgot all about the pain just as he reached full speed. “Fuck Pete you’re so….tight…fuck!” Neal growled to me while working himself into a frenzy. I could feel my own balls contracting and knew he was getting close to. Pulling him down against me, his hairy abs stroked my smooth cock and almost hairless cock until I couldn’t hold back and screamed out. “You’re making me cum!!!” My dick exploded, coating us in teen semen, which pushed Neal over the edge. “I’m making you a man! Here it is boy, your last innocent moment. Now you are nothing but a sow to be bred by every bull that can seed you. I’m cumming!” His dick swelled so big that it somehow passed its previous record and unloaded a gallon of cum past my body and into my spirit. As high as I was, I still felt the exact moment his man seed spilled into my soul and made me crave cum for ever after. We laid on the bed, locked together for awhile after that, until my ass began to seek more cum and started to milk his dick again. That was only the first part of a night of surrendering to seeking seed, of a year of discovering my desire for deep deposits, and a lifetime of accepting my addition for any and all anal.

I don’t know it it was the “filthiest” but I came across a TIM video featuring a very thin, young guy who wanted to be beaten and brutalized. In one scene he was being punched in the face while his abuser wore pink gloves. While he was being beaten I heard him say “ I want someone to kill me”. Now I haven’t seen this video available again on that site, unless I just couldn’t find it again. I never made it through the entire movie, I have to admit I was really upset over seeing that. in fairness to the video company at the beginning of the flick there is a warning stating “this video is not for everyone. That was an understatement. I just wish I could remember the name of the video just so people could avoid it.