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At long last, Friday had arrived. It had been a helluva week – deadlines and fire drills, and my boss breathing down my neck the whole time – so when I finally shut down my laptop, the relief swept over me like a tidal wave and my entire body sagged into my chair, spent. As mentally exhausted as I was, a singular thought had run through my mind and kept me going all week: Friday night meant going to the bookstore and taking cock after cock until my mind went numb. And it wasn’t just any bookstore. I had purposely chosen a remote job so I could choose the city to live in, rather than being tied to an office. The city I had selected – surprise! – happened to be home to one of the largest adult bookstores and men’s clubs, maybe in the country. It was massive, with a store that must have been 10,000 square feet, along with a huge arcade with more than 50 booths, a 100-seat theater that screened only the most recent porn films (mostly bareback), and three different public rooms. And that was just the first floor! Upstairs, a labyrinth of narrow corridors wound its way through a maze of small private rooms, each with a bed, small table and sink. At the end nearest the stairs and elevator, a large bathroom contained plenty of shower space and even a few enema wands for we bottoms to get and stay ready to take cock for as long as we wanted to be there. I willed myself out of my chair and grabbed an energy drink off the desk as I headed to my bedroom. I slugged the entire can and then hopped in the shower, making sure to clean out and get myself spic-and-span inside and out. I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half, so there should be no reason to have to hit the showers at the club. I wanted to spend as much time in a popper fog, taking cocks and loads and not thinking about anything that had happened during the prior week. The club was busy when I got there, and it wasn’t even five o’clock. A lot of guys tended to make quick stops on their way home – to take a load, or dump one – before heading home to their families. The place would be mostly empty by about six, but by eight o’clock guys would be streaming in, and the real fun would begin. As for me, I liked the quiet time. It was kind of like the calm before the storm, a chance to get situated and ready for all the fun to be had. My usual M.O. was to grab a private room upstairs from the front desk, peel off my clothes and leave most of my things in a locker on the main floor, then explore. Often, I wore nothing more than my sneakers and a jock strap, my pre-lubed hole out and ready for any top who wanted to bend me over. I meandered through the arcade area, watching the guys in business suits and wedding rings going in and out of the booths. One guy exited a booth wiping at his jacket lapel, spreading a big cum stain that I hoped for his sake would dry before he got home. Amateur. Next I wandered into the theater. On the screen was a scrawny twink with a huge cock that was rock-hard. It flopped from side to side as he bounced up and down on not one, but two huge black cocks. True to form, there wasn’t a condom in sight. I found myself wondering if either of the tops he was riding might secretly be poz. Certainly they were tearing up his insides well enough that a little bug would be able to sneak in, if it happened to be seeping out in someone’s pre-cum. As I watched the movie, I felt someone slide up behind me. Two big, meaty hands slipped under my arms to squeeze my nipples – which I fucking love – and I felt a hard cock poking into one of my ass cheeks. I reached behind me and rubbed the man’s stiff cock, then slid his zipper down, reached into his pants, and freed it. I estimated it to be about five or six inches, but it was girthy as fuck – a fat hog that would give me a healthy gape to start the evening. I lined up the tip to my hole and pushed back, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck as he sighed with pleasure. His cock slid inside me with no trouble, and I relished the spasms of my sphincter as it attempted to swallow something so thick. My anonymous friend began to fuck me in rhythm with the twink on the screen. Each time he impaled himself on those two huge shafts, the guy behind me pushed himself in balls deep. I bent over slightly and grabbed the door jamb for a little extra support. His heavy pants felt warm and moist on my neck as he worked himself closer to completion, and at last, with a gasp, he exploded deep inside me. Soon the pulses subsided and he slipped his cock out, zipping up and beating a hasty retreat. I never even turned around, just winked at one of the other regulars who had been looking on. He gave me a big grin in response. Knowing what he was into, I called him over with a slight nod. Obediently, he got on his knees behind me and I felt his tongue on my hole. I pushed the stranger’s load out into his hungry mouth, momentarily savoring the sensation of his tongue probing for the last few drops before I moved on. The crowd was beginning to thin, and the first two public rooms proved to be empty. In the third, however, stood a huge bull of a man. He must have been at least six foot six with broad shoulders and massive biceps straining against the sleeves of a white t-shirt. His entire body seemed to be sculpted out of solid granite. His clean-shaven head and thick, long goatee gave him a slightly sinister air to add to the overall effect. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked another regular who was standing nearby, admiring him. “You don’t know who that is?” he asked incredulously. “The guy’s famous around here. They call him Pozzy Bear.” The reference to a children’s show character seemed a bit ridiculous when applied to such a colossal figure, and I chuckled. “It’s no joke,” he said. “That guy has the magic touch. Some say all he has to do is look at someone and they get HIV. You’re guaranteed poz if he unloads inside you. For real.” I could see how the man’s stature might feed any number of myths about his prowess. Still, I found myself wondering how I could have missed meeting someone who evidently spent time in one of my favorite haunts. So, I decided to ask. “What are you doing?” the other guy hissed as I strode toward the hulk. I ignored him. “Hi,” I said, approaching Pozzy Bear. “I’m Jay.” “Richard,” he replied. “But you can call me Pozzy Bear.” Was Pozzy Bear a persona that perhaps he had cultivated for himself? I decided to probe. “Where did that name come from?” I asked, maybe a little more directly than I had intended. The hulking figure remained silent, instead scanning me with his eyes from head to foot. At length, he spoke. “Get a room and I’ll show you.” Instantly my curiosity was piqued. “Got one,” I said, holding up the key I had fastened to the strap of my jock. “Lead the way.” He followed me up the stairs, and though he was always a few steps behind me. I made sure to wiggle my ass as a tease, but his eyes were level with my shoulder blades and I’m not even sure he noticed from that height. We arrived at the room and stepped inside. A single dim lamp burned on the table, providing the perfect ambiance for an anonymous breeding session. I turned to face him and he was already removing his shirt. I have no idea how I didn’t see it through his shirt, but metal nipple piercings shone through a matt of rich, dark chest hair that nearly obscured biohazard tattoos that encircled each nipple. He lowered his pants to reveal a scorpion tattooed on the front of his left hip. And hanging just to the right of it was one of the most massive cocks I have ever seen. Flaccid, it reached half-way down his thighs – perhaps ten or eleven inches – and was approximately the diameter of my wrist. I was so shocked that my body didn’t know how to react. My mouth began to salivate and my hole twitched, but in between my stomach had twisted itself into knots at the thought of that monster invading a hole that nature had intended as an exit. “I need to hear you say you want it,” he said matter-of-factly. I summoned up some courage and fought to keep the butterflies in my stomach at bay. “I want it,” I responded. “I want it!” “No,” he replied firmly. “I need to hear the words.” I realized what he meant. “I want your poz load.” He nodded. “Better.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, then pushed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I was on my stomach, and before I could get up into the usual doggy-style position he held me down, one hand on my back as he straddled my legs with his knees. I heard the cap of a lube bottle click, and cold liquid running down the crack of my ass. He began rubbing the tip up and down, occasionally coming into contact with my pucker and sending shivers up my spine. Then came the invasion that a part of me dreaded and part of me hungered for. He placed the tip in contact with my hole and pushed. I opened easily for him at first, and I felt the tip pop in with no issue. He continued to push relentlessly, that massive shaft stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before. I felt a burning sensation as my anus and rectum rebelled against the invader, causing me to whimper in pain and try to pull away. But his hand held me firmly in place, while he continued pushing his way into my guts with a steady pressure. Soon the tip of his cock had arrived at my second hole, but rather than slowing he kept pushing his way inside. By now I was grasping the bedsheet so tightly that I was on the verge of tearing it to shreds, and my mouth had clamped down on the thin, dusty pillow to keep from screaming. Still, he kept pushing. It was as though he was trying to fuck my very soul. At last the pressure eased, and I felt his balls touching mine. I had heard the term “rearrange my guts” before, and had even used it myself, but absolutely nothing I had ever experienced before compared to what was happening to me in that moment. Without a sound, Richard – Pozzy Bear – began to rhythmically fuck my ass. The burning sensation continued and even intensified as he slid in and out over and over. Then, without warning, he pulled completely out! In an instant I went from the fullest I had ever been, to empty and desperate to feel him inside me again. I couldn’t believe my ears as I heard myself say, “Put it back in, please!” The lube bottle cap snapped again, and he drizzled a generous amount into my gaping hole. He took a moment to rub some on the tree trunk he was using to fuck me, then slid back inside me – all the way, and very quickly. My body bucked involuntarily, but his steady hand again held me in place, forcing me to endure the onslaught. I adjusted more quickly to his presence inside me this second time, no doubt aided by the copious amount of lube he had used. Placing one hand on the bed on either side of me, he locked his legs into mine and pressed more of his weight down onto my back, and proceeded to jackhammer my hole relentlessly. That massive tool slid in and out, in and out, his solid, muscular stomach slapping against my back each time it did. My body had finally adjusted to his size, and I was enjoying his ministrations. The pre-cum ran from my cock and soaked the sheet beneath me. I even found myself bucking back to meet his thrusts, taking him deep and hard. Finally, he growled in my ear, “I’m gonna poz you, slut.” “Do it!” I cried out. “Poz me! Give me your poz load!” With an animalistic howl he drove his hips against mine and held still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. For a few moments he remained motionless, then collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I knew that when he moved that magnificent cock would slip out of me, and that was something I wanted to avoid for as long as I could, so I stayed like that. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, I felt him stir and lift his bulk off me then, disappointingly, his cock slid out. A cold trail of cum and lube dribbled down my balls, adding to the wetness of the sheet caused by my pre-cum. “You should see some positive results within a month or so,” he said as he got dressed. “Nice hole. Too bad I probably ruined you for any other cock.” With that, he slipped out the door, leaving it open behind him. I turned and saw several faces staring in from the hall. Front and center was the regular from downstairs who had told me about Pozzy Bear. “Bet you thought that what I told you downstairs was a myth,” he said with a smirk, “when in fact, that man is a legend!”

„Fuck…. Agh… Please… I…“ I didn´t even know what I was begging for. It was all so much. Too much? Another question I couldn´t answer, but that was battered out of me seconds after it came to my mind. I honestly couldn´t think anymore. „Come on sweety, let go…“ „I… Ugh… I´m…“ I exhaled slowly. „Yesss…“ „Good boy!“ I could feel him moving above me, those mountains of muscles, as well as in me. Even more in me, I guess. „Look into my eyes!“ I opened my eyes and looked into his dark globes. Already normally dark, they were even darker now. He grinned. „I love it when your face twists. Now get ready for even more of that…“ I wasn´t sure if this was heaven or hell. Some hours earlier: It was New York Pride and the whole city was an entanglement in every way. I´d been out here for a couple of hours, watching the parade, dancing with my friends as well as with some strangers, lost my friends, found them again and lost them all over while a hot dude was flirting heavily with me. We got very close, he groped my ass and we shared a kiss as somebody yelled at him, his eyes shot open and he left with an „Oh fuck, coming!“ and just a quick „Sorry!“ to me. I stood there in my jock and way too tight sports pants with a massive hardon and watched him disappear into the crowd. „Fuck…“ I had totally imagined myself going home with him already. I was a bit desperate for some fun, not having had sex in two months due to work issues. But I wasn´t bold enough to do more than kissing and dancing out here in the streets, not in public. Not even during pride. Call me prude, but this just gets to my nerves. After admiring my imagination of what could have been, I was soon shoving myself after where I thought my friends must have left. But it was no use, so I just went with the crowd and tried to enjoy the music, all the guys and the happiness around me. Well, who am I trying to fool: and I was looking for a hot guy to have some fun with. After a while, I was trying to get something to drink from a popup-store on the side of the street, somebody bumped into me. I turned around, while the guy was already saying „Oh, sorry man!“ with an unapologetic smiled that told me everything. He was extremely muscular and went topless to show it off, like I did. Just that I was more oft he slim-muscular type and – well, he definitely wasn`t. His grin made his face shine brightly and friendly and contrasted perfectly with his dark skin and angular features. A trimmed beard and a buzzcut completed his handsome face that was still beaming at me. How long had I already stared? I hoped it had just been a few seconds. „No worries man, it happens when it´s crowded like that.“ I figured to just go along with his excuse. „Still, your drink´s on me!“ He stepped back a little and slightly cocked his head, as if curious to my response. Well, wouldn´t say not hat. „Sure, thanks! What´s your name? I´m Jake.“ While I said that, I tried to get a better look at him. He was wearing white sneakers (again, that contrast!) and shorts that wear not quite as skimpy as mine, but still tight. When my eyes started travelling up his body again, they were suddenly drawn back to his shorts, as if my brain had just realized something: That stretched out part of his pants to the left was not wrinkles! I must have started again for a couple of seconds (Please! Just a couple oft them!), because when I snapped back and looked into his eyes again, his grin was even wider and he looked as if he was waiting for something. „Uhm… sorry, what did you just say?“ „Were you drinking before or did you get distracted?“ he asked me with a wink. „I´m Jamal, nice to meet you!“ „Haha, sorry, just a bit distracted by… And yeah had a drink before.“ I cleared my throat. „Nice to meet you man! So let´s drink something!” We got ourselves some sodas and went along with the crowd for a bit more. Jamal made some smalltalk, but was flirty from the start. We both knew where this was going. When we stood for a while to watch a crowd of dancers perform, he stood slightly behind me, pressed his crotch into my backside, caressed my arm with the opposite hand and gave a slow kiss to my neck. It must have looked already like he was owning me, but nobody seemed to be watching us. „Fuck sweety, your so sexy! I love to watch your ass in those shorts…“ he whispered suggestively. Then I felt his other hand knead my ass and I had to constrain myself not to let out a moan. I wanted this guy!

I had the day off yesterday so I had the house to myself while my boyfriend and our roommate were at work. I've been seeing a cute 20 year old off and on for the last couple months behind my bf's back and decided to have him over. My boyfriend comes home for lunch everyday at 12:15 so we had to be quick. He came through a little after 11 and I took him to the room, took my sweats off and held onto the dresser while he fucked me. His dick is really nice and I loved feeling him inside me until he nutted. When he pulled out I hiked my sweats, sucked him clean and saw him to the door so I could make my bf a hamburger and tater tots for lunch.

Hey, I’m new to this forum, but you are my inspiration. For years I’ve wanted to become a cumdump, but have been terrified of taking raw loads. I‘ve always wanted to be the woman in porn who gets pounded in a gangbang and have dreamed of being one of those bottoms from a Treasure Island movie. The strange thing is I’ve always considered myself to be straight and am attracted to women. However, I have to face reality that I’m a submissive beta that women aren’t really interested in and that my role in life is to service alpha men and their cocks. My lust to be used by raw cocks and filled with loads become overwhelming and I finally gave in and got on Prep. I bottomed for 3 guys recently and it was the first time I’ve ever been bred. The feeling of complete submission and being used for the group’s pleasure was so incredible that I crave it everyday. This weekend I finally went to an adult theater and had 7 men use me - they all came in me. There was a woman there watching me moan during it (I was moaning more loudly than the woman getting gangbanged on the movie) and I’ve never felt so slutty in my life, but it was incredible. Sexually it is my role to service dominant men, and it feels like my life is just beginning. Next thing is booking pig week - I’m shooting for 500 loads throughout the week. Clearly once you are bred for the first time, you are forever addicted, but I love it! I’d like to find a master for pig week, if there is anyone who would like to see a new cumdump become a total whore please let me know!

Chapter 2 We got to his place within thirty minutes. Thirty minutes that I had great difficulty to hide my excitement (mentally and physically) in public transport. Jamal didn´t make an effort to do so, but looked so nonchalant about it, that probably less people would give him a second look, while I was red from frantically trying to stuff my erection to the side. Well, if they didn´t take a look at his bulging pants that is. Then they would look more than two times, I swear. When we got to his flat, we practically ran through the doors and up some stairs. When the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall and gave me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I was a bit surprised by how gentle he was. But then he smiled at me and said: „You really need to calm down sexy. You look so nervous! And… well, nervousness is not a good match for trying to fit something into you…“ I looked down for a second, a bit ashamed, but also realizing that he was right. He was obviously big and I needed to relax. „So, lets get cozy first, shall we?“ Jamal asked. Want something to drink? Alcohol? Or I´d suggest a little G.“ I was taken aback by his directness. Had he really just suggested to put a drug into my drink? „Uhm, I think…“ I trailed off, confused. „It´s fine sweety, you´ve probably never tried it, right? Let´s just have a little and then you can decide if you want more or not. I`ll also have some and you can watch me measure.“ It was hard to argue with that. „No worries, I won´t try to knock you out, that´s no fun at all.“ „…okay. Yeah but just a little.“ We went into the kitchen, he prepared some coke and drew G from a little glas vial. I watched curiously. „1.6 for me and 1.3 for you sweety. I´m bigger so I can take a bit more.“ He flexed his arm grinned and then handed me the drink. I had to laugh a little at his display and took my drink. „To a great night!“ Jamal said cheerfully. „To a great night!“ We downed our drinks, it tasted nasty, but we had a sip of coke afterwards, so it was okay, „Lets get over to the sofa.“ Jamal suggested. When I turned around, he placed his hand on my ass and guided me like that to the living room, which made me hard again. The room was nice, clean, with a big U-shaped couch around a table, looking at a big ass TV with speakers all over the room. „Looks like somebody likes to watch movies.“ „Indeed“, he said. „All sorts of movies. How about some porn for now?“ he said with a wink. „Haha sure. What do you like to watch?“ „I´ll show you some, lets start with this.“ The TV showed a big, muscular guy and a twink getting slowly physical. They kissed and the twink started groping the other guys bulge. „Reminds you of something?“ asked Jamal. „Well… I guess you could say that.“ I quipped and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting my hand roam over his arms and pecs for a while, then settling on his bulge and giving it a squeeze. It was massive. He kissed me, more forcefully this time. We went on like this for a while, my hand still on his straining bulge, feeling it flex from time to time. When he let go of me, he put my other hand on his bulge, too, and looked into my eyes. I tried to pump his cock through his shorts, but then reached for his buttons and fly. „Becoming more comfortable, hmmm?“ he asked with his sexy, low voice. „Feeling the G sweety?“ I was a bit startled, but then realized he was right. „Yeah, I guess… feels like… waves? And I´m way calmer.“ „Good! Do you like it?“ „Yeah… yeah I do.“ I said. „Then go on…“ I reached to unbutton his pants and see the monster hiding in there with my own eyes for the first time. When I managed to pull his pants and underpants down far enough, it flopped out against his belly. “Wow!” I just said. I marvelled at it! It was not only big, but such a nice color, with a thick, lighter head and slightly curved upwards with some veins running along it. My mouth watered by the sight. “Haha, don’t just say that. Show me you like it!” With that he took my hand off of him and pressed me by my shoulders down to the floor. Fuck, I love a guy who takes control! I looked up at him and saw him grinning widely. He obviously loved seeing me between his legs, marvelling at his cock. I felt a bit embarrassed, but then he smacked his cock into my face and the thought disappeared into thin air. I saw his dick, his grin, and between those two were his massive pecs, his big body and… My thoughts trailed off. I just wanted to worship this beautiful, hot fucker. “Move your head closer and stick your tongue out!” he ordered. I did what he told me and his scent enveloped me, even before he planted his cockhead against my tongue. I loved it. He smelled a bit like fresh sweat and just… manly. Just then I realized, that he had smeared a drop of precum against my tongue. Fuck! “Swallow that sweety. Get a first taste of my babies in you…” I savored the slight taste and then swallowed my first bit of his cum. Fuck! I realized that I definitely wanted more! He took something from the table and then a heard a click and a hiss. I was startled and looked up confused. He sucked on a glas pipe while watching me. When he saw my confusion he smiled and exhaled a cloud of white smoke just above me. It smelled weird, but not as bad as cigarettes. “Sorry, this just gets me in the mood even more.” He winked. “I guess you´ve never smoked from a pipe like that?” I shook my head. I had smoked from a bong, but that? “No worries, it just makes horny as fuck and doesn’t taste so bad like some other things you can smoke. Wanne try?” Before I could respond, he already held the pipe in front of me and used this hissing lighter. “I, ehm…” “Just slightly suck it when you see the smoke coming out of the hole on top, like now. Go on!” I don´t know what drove me in that moment to suck my first cloud of t into my lungs. Well, I mean… I don´t know EXCACTLY that is. He was still a stranger after all, this was a hookup and I didn’t know what that was in the pipe. In that moment I couldn’t even think about consequences, it all went too fast and I was too horny. But after all, I was between the legs of one of the hottest studs I´d ever seen, sucking his dick and he wanted me to… he was so nice and dominant at the same time, he just pushed all of my buttons. So I just did it. And things started to change.

Been talking to this 20 year old 8" BBC Dom top breeder on sniffies who attends UNH. Well last night I went over to his dorm room. I've been looking for a true Dom top to use me as he wishes, and to find one that is young and a BBC is a dream come true. While on my way to his place, he sends me this... "Just realizing how much of a fucking pig you are Driving almost 40 mins to have a young guy violate the shit out of your ass, cum inside you and breed you like a cow and send you off in your merry way" It's hard to explain how much more horny it got me after reading that. So I show up at his place and go to apt 2 where I see this young hot BBC standing there. He instructs me to take all my clothes off including my jockstrap, then tells me to suck his cock. As I feel his cock getting bigger and bigger as I suck it, he puts his hand on my head making me take it deeper and deeper each time, making me gag which makes me pull away, as I hear him say "don't pull away and take this cock" which was hard to do because I admittedly am not a good deep throater. I love sucking cock and swallowing cum only second to getting fucked and bred. When he had enough of his cock getting sucked, he stood me up and kinda pushed me onto his bed telling me to get on all fours and ass up. I hear him lube up his cock then starts fingering my hole getting me ready. He gets in position to mount me and immediately starts sliding his cock in, going deeper each time, making me pull away since I'm not used to a thick 8" cock. He stops and pushes me down flat on my stomach and puts his hands on my shoulders as to pin me down and says "don't pull away, the more you do, the deeper and harder this cock is going in you". With that being said, I laid there and took what he was giving. He started fucking me hard and deep while still having his hands and weight on my shoulder pinning me down. He was calling me a white ass faggot cum dump and saying he's going to fill my white ass. He fucked and fucked and violated the shit out of my ass like he said he was going to. He then turns me around on my back, holds my legs up as he slides his cock in and starts fucking me missionary and surprisingly starts making out with me. He then spits in my mouth which I immediately spit out, which he wasn't happy about. He takes his hands and holds my head, while fucking me deep and hard and spits again then goes right to making out. This has gone on for like 30 minutes straight of constant fucking, which I'm also not used to. I asked if he was getting close which he also didn't like hearing. He said something like, I'll breed your white faggot ass when I'm ready to. He then just continued fucking me, using me as he wanted. While not used to getting fucked for so long, I was loving his BBC and being called a white faggot ass, a cum dump and just being used. Then the time came when his breathing got different, he started fucking harder and faster and knew I was about to get bred by this young college dude fucking me and hearing him say things like he's going to plant his seed deep in my hole. Then as he gets in position, holding my legs down to my chest, he starts moaning, fucking me hard, then goes balls deep and holds it there as he pumps his load in me while he's making out with me. I remember him telling me not to move, to just lay there as he slightly moves his cock back and fourth a bit. He layed there on top of me, my legs still pinned to my chest for a good 10 minutes which was hot as fuck. When he did pull his cock out, he told me not to push any of his cum out. He instructed me to keep his cum in me to absorb. What got me really excited was he told me I'm his cum dump now, which I hope he meant because that was one of the best fucks I ever had and to top it off, he's the most true Dom top I have met yet and a young BBC.

When I was in college, there were a group of 4 guys that used to breed me pretty regularly. A couple weeks ago. I ran into one of the tops that I hadn’t seen in about 10 years. We caught up a bit, realized we live pretty close to each other, and he asked if I would be up for reliving some of the fun we had back in the day. Of course I was. He got everyone together and hosted our gathering; I was tied up in a sling and they were talking turns spit roasting me and dumping loads in my ass. They all still looked hot as fuck, their dicks were still thick, long, and hard as a rock, and they had my dick rock hard and shooting hands free loads. I became a total bottom after the second time i was fucked and busted a hands free nut (the first time was awful but fortunately I didn’t give up) but these were the guys who helped me transition from a garden variety twink to a total size queen, load craving cumdump freak. I’ve had a lot of dick since graduating college but nothing has hit quite like these guys did. Hopefully this becomes a regular occurrence again.

I presume mostly learned behavior from porn (although I hate it there too - so much prefer to see the top absolutely pile drive his load in - in a way you know was intense for both). Can't imagine not burying my load deep IRL either. Not sure what the point is - I'm leaking plenty before I cum - it's definitely getting fucked in your guts good and well even before I shoot. You might as well enjoy my extra girth as I explode... my DNA is in you either way.

First cock to slip past my lips was around 9. Next door neighbor family older step son visiting during summer. He was 15 and horny. I was happy to oblige and suck and swallow his cum. That was one of my favorite summers . Unfortunately the family moved before the next summer. I probably would have graduated to letting him fuck me

I don’t search condom wearing tops, but if they’ve got a really nice cock and they initiate contact, I might consider. I usually try and get them to go bare, because sometimes what they say in their profile isn’t exactly what they practice. I’ve had many ‘safe only’ guys breed me. I make it clear that want I want. If they insist on using a condom, I’ll let them fuck me that way, but I tell them to dump the cum from the condom into my hole after and to finger fuck me with it. That usually turns those tops on. The other option is to fuck me with condom but then pull out and shoot on my hole and finger it inside me. One way I get their load inside me.

I do refuse guys who insist on using condoms. I sort of find it to be selfish. They use a condom and use you to get off with you getting the short end of the stick. Any guy who uses a condom is usually concerned about catching something or not wanting to give you something. It’s his choice and that’s perfectly ok. I haven’t any fears of sex, I’m an all or nothing sexual encounter and I prefer to hook up with guys who are on the same sexual energy. I live in a big city with heaps of local hook ups as well as travelers passing through so I’m able weed out sexual encounters, knowing another like minded, non condom user, is around the corner.

Welcome to the cumslut club and to this forum. I remember having the same reservations of letting loose and taking random cocks and loads. Once I got past that fear and opened my hole to any and all cocks it was a new found freedom and I was immediately hooked for taking more and more loads. I traveled a lot for work so I would have so many opportunities for getting bred across the country and world. As soon as I knew I had a biz trip lining up, I’d research the areas, start making contact with men in those cities using BBRT, sniffies, Grindr posting travel plans, hotel breeding sessions and set up my schedule to take every cock I could. I’d usually be flying back home with an ass full of cum. I don’t travel much right now with job change, but hoping to get back to that soon. Hopefully you live in a place that has a lot of tops to choose from, and that love bareback fucking.

About 8 mins since he left. 8.5 on a 10-point scale

Hey all. Adding some updates to the story. For now, here's what happened after the big revelation. Doc Murphy’s Therapy 6 – A Continuation Once school was out, Mike and I had pretty much stayed chemmed up that summer until the Docs brought us down gradually to begin our new integrated lives. Gone were the long bouts of missing time. Summer was ending and we needed to get ready for my sophomore and Mike’s doctoral dissertation year in a few weeks... “Fuck Mike, I love the way your cuntlips look sliding over that plug,” I told him, securing it inside him. “Yeah?” he growled, feeling the heaviness. “I remember the first time Dad slipped that big fucker in you... made you were even more hungry for cock.” he said, tapping mine. I smiled, adjusting his harness and clipping on his leash... “MMMM... Yeh, I do now,” We stood there for a moment, both of us staring at each other’s hard bodies. At the same time, we moved in and locked lips... our tongues clashing, hands feeling our smooth hard bodies as we grunted and panted until I broke the kiss. “Fucker... C’mon, they’re waiting for us downstairs.” We headed down the hallway and the stairs, side by side, until we stood in front of the heavy door. Taking a deep breath, Mike took a step forward and knocked. The door slowly opened to reveal a sweaty Doc Ian standing there in all his leathered glory. “Enter...” Doc ordered, sitting in his chair... his cock covered in a wet sheen. It was obvious what had happened... Doc was in charge tonight. Clasping our hands behind our backs, we walked into the room as the door shut behind us. Slowly, Doc Ian walked between us, gripping our shoulders firmly and sat down next to Doc in the empty chair. Not a word another word was said as we neared them and fell to our knees... Mike between his father’s outstretched legs and me at Doc Ian’s. Mike began to moan, seeing the spit covered cock... knowing his uncle had just serviced it. Pulling Mike’s collar by his leash, Doc wiped two fingers against his cock and slid them into his mouth. Doc felt around the warm cavity before taking his son’s face with both hands and held it lovingly... “Yeah boy, suck Dad’s big cock...” he moaned, pulling Mike onto his cock. “Fuck yeah! Dad!” Mike mumbled. For a minute, I jealously watched Mike servicing his dad’s cock. Ever since the night of the revelation, they were a true “Dad” and “boy.” Then, hearing the click of a torch, I looked up at Doc Ian, taking a small hit from a fresh pipe. He offered it to me. Grabbing it, I took a deep hit and started feeling its effects. It had been a bit since we had been chemmed. Taking another deep hit, I saw Mike looking at me greedily... “Bro...” he whined, still holding Doc’s cock in his hungry mouth. Handing the pipe back to Doc Ian, I leaned over his leg and pulled Mike’s face to mine and shot-gunned the cloud into Mike’s lungs. He held it there for as long as he could before slowly exhaling. “Go on, son... another.” Doc chuckled, taking the pipe from his little brother and handing it to Mike. Doc Ian massaged my muscled shoulders as we watched Mike take it and inhale deeply, not even noticing Doc standing up and grabbing two metal objects from the table. “Up...” Doc ordered, sitting back down. “You heard him, boy...” Doc Ian said, patting my shoulders... “Both of you.” I quickly stood and noticed Mike still on the pipe. “Bro, get up!” I growled, pulling the pipe out of his hands and giving it to Doc Ian. Finally standing, Mike kept his eyes on the floor. Doc angrily rose to his feet... “Boy,” he said, sternly grabbing his face and pulling it up to face him. “Don’t ever make me wait...” “Yes, Dad...” Mike trembled. “Good boy,” Doc nodded, sitting down and taking a deep breath. “Both of you...” he barked, handing one of the metal objects to Doc Ian. “Jocks off, now!” Jumping at the command, we bent over... exposing our plugged cunts... and took off our jocks. We stood there... our softening cocks now exposed to them. The meth had begun its work... “Fuck Con...” Doc Ian smiled, exhaling a cloud and motioning me between his legs. “The things I could do with this...” he whistled, holding my junk in the palm of his hand. “Twisted fucker,” Doc laughed, pulling Mike between his outstretched thighs. Taking my balls, Doc Ian fed them one at a time through the metal ring. Seeing what it was, I moaned as he tucked my cock and slipped it through the ring. Looking over, I saw Doc doing the same to Mike... Next, he slipped a metal wired tube, barely large enough for my now limp cock. Soon, he fastened the tube to the ring and locked it in place... Giving it a tug, Doc Ian smiled and sat back. My cock was now caged. I stood there, enjoying the weight of the cock cage as Mike was met with the same fate. Suddenly, I felt a tug at my collar and was lowered into Doc Ian’s leathered crotch. I went to it, sucking his bulge, tasting the leather. Doc Ian moaned as I licked, coating the pouch with my spit... “Fuck boy, go on... show me what you want,” he groaned, leaning back. I moved underneath the bulge. My tongue went down to his taint, digging into the cod piece. I held it with my teeth and pulled it off. He sighed, feeling my lips slide over his cock... “Shit, yeah.” I gripped his meaty thighs and took his cock down to the base, coating the shaft in my spit. I stayed there, smelling the warm musky sweat of his hairy crotch. “Fucking pig,” Doc Ian moaned as I took his balls in my hand. I could feel my slobber covering his hairy balls and I started grunting and groaning, showing him how much of a pig I really was. I started bobbing up and down into his crotch, shoving his cock down my throat as far it I could before coming up and swirling the tip with my tongue. I picked up the pace... I could feel him tensing as he lifted his ass a bit off the chair. I stepped it up... Suddenly, he started groaning deeply and I felt the first blast hit the back of my throat... then another and another... “Fuck yes boy, so good,” he said as he finished shooting his load. Pulling off, I licked the head and moved back on my knees to see Mike sucking on his dad’s cock. Suddenly, Doc pulled Mike down to the hilt and released his second load of the night into his son. Catching his breath, he sat back with a satisfied grunt... “Fuck Ian, I have to say that my boy just outdid you. You’ll have to work on your technique.” Doc Ian just sat there laughing as I watched Mike grin, drool and cum sliding out of the corner of his mouth. He gave me a nudge and I crawled over to Mike and grabbed his face, pulling him into mine... “I fuckin love you...” I said, nuzzling Mike’s neck before sliding my tongue over his smooth cheek. Feeling my heart now pounding, I slipped a taste of his uncle’s load into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my tongue and happily gulped it down. We made out... grunting and groaning as we grinded our sweaty bodies against each other... “Boys... enough!” Doc barked, interrupting us. “Jocks...now!” Reacting to the order, we stood and pulled them up, adjusting our cages as the Docs made their way to the door. “Everyone’s waiting,” Doc Ian chuckled, following Doc out the door. We followed... Mike first and I obediently behind them, making our way to the garage and into the SUV. We weren’t told where we were going, but we knew not to ask... it wasn’t our place. We got in the back seat and sat side by side, our legs touching. I could feel our smooth taught skin rubbing against each other. I squeezed this thigh... “Fuck, I love us being geared up like this... wish we could always be like this.” I whispered into his ear and rested my head on his shoulder. He just smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and nodded... “Fuck yeah.” We stayed that way, making our way to the destination. It didn’t take long before we reached a gated entrance, and let in. Slowly, Doc Ian drove up the guardhouse revealing a booted muscular man outfitted in leather... collared, harness and black jockstrap. His strong, well-defined chest was completely covered in thick black fur descending into a stretched-out black mesh pouch barely containing his swollen ball sac... “Welcome Sirs.” he said, respectfully. “Thanks, Hawk,” Doc Ian said, rolling his window all the way down and grabbing the guard’s jock to release his junk. “You’re healing nicely,” he said, examining it. I sat up to see it more closely... my eyes widened. Mike laughed and started playing with my plugged cunt. His sac was the size of a grapefruit... but what really amazed me was the size of his stiffening cock... it was a perfectly shaped thick uncut cock no longer than 3 inches. I shuddered... my thoughts went back to Doc Ian’s comments about my junk. “Yes, Sir...” Hawk smiled, “Master is very pleased. He’s told me you and Doc Connor have the run of the place tonight. Anything you need, you just ask the staff.” Nodding, Doc Ian hit the switch to roll down my window... “This is Sam... my new intern.” “Welcome, Sam...” he smiled, checking out my pecs. “Everyone else is here so I’ll be off guard duty in a bit... Feel free to find me if you need anything.” “Yeh, thanks... I will.” I moaned, feeling Mike teasingly shove my plug deeper into me. “Anytime... Enjoy.” he winked, slapping the top of the SUV and turning back to the guardhouse. Glancing back, I could see a light coating of dark fur covering his strong glutes as he went back into the guardhouse. We continued down the graveled driveway towards a large house. “Fuck, little brother...” Doc chuckled... “How much did you take off?” “Six... plus the foreskin.” Doc Ian laughed. “Hank wanted to make sure he’d never forget his place.” We stopped right outside the entrance to the house and remained in the SUV for a bit. Out of nowhere, a tall dark shadowed figure approached from the side and opened the door for Doc Ian. Once out, Doc Ian motioned towards me. Nodding, the figure opened the back door, and I got my first good look at the slave. I realized that it wasn’t the low lights of the entrance casting a shadow on the black rubber- hooded slave. He stood there in only a pair of 10-hole Ranger boots. Fuck, his smooth body was completely covered in a mass of tattoos from the neck down. He was a canvas of every kind of combination of man-on-man sex acts... fucking, sucking, fisting, pissing could clearly be seen as the lights brightened and allowed us a better view. My eyes instantly went to his crotch. I couldn’t make out the black tatted mound at first. Squinting, I was finally able to make it out the shaft sliding into a fold of his full sac. He took a step back to show me the outline of his cut cock under his skin resting between a pair of large egg-sized balls. The whole package was surrounded by a heavy black metallic cockring. I knew right then it was Doc Ian’s work... instead of modifying the cock, he had created that pocket to secure it and keep it out of the way! Seeing my reaction, the slave licked his lips and reached for me. I fell back into Mike, but he propped me up. I felt the slave’s rough hand graze my tit before grabbing my leash and pulling me out onto the gravel without a word. I just stood there, not knowing what was happening until he placed the leash into Doc Ian’s outstretched hand... “Thank you, Tat...” Doc Ian grunted, handing him the keys. With a quick tug, I followed him up the steps, wondering what I was in for. I knew Mike was not going to tell me. Entering the marbled foyer, I noticed a faint muffled sound filling the room. We moved forward and crossed a pair of heavy opening doors into large room full of the sounds of sex. Men stood about or sat on leather chairs, benches or cushions wearing the darkest of leather gear. Leather covered St. Andrews crosses dotted the walls. To one side, a muscled bear-like man stood before shelves containing dildos, butt plugs and other toys. Across the room, a bar with shelves of liquor lined the wall behind a beautiful wooden bar attended by another bear. Taking a better look, I grinned... they were twins! Glancing around, I saw shiny metal chains holding black slings hung from the rafters. I couldn’t help but stare at the closest one... a young guy my age was laid out on the black leather, wrists and ankles secured... moaning as he took cock from a skinhead, their breathing in perfect sync. “Welcome to our world.” Doc Ian told me, pulling on my plug and emptying me. Moaning at the emptiness, I looked around the room, seeing men in lustful embraces... sucking and fucking among other things as he moved behind me. I could feel his stiffening cock pushing to enter me and I leaned back and spread my asscheeks. His hands gripped my hips... “Fuck me...” I quietly begged, his mouth now at my ear. “Goddamn cunt,” he grunted, pushing me forward enough to slide his cock up into me. I held my breath as I felt him spread me open and slide past my prostate until I could feel his sac pressed against me. “Fuck yeh,” I groaned, feeling the fullness again and stood up...my back against his harnessed pecs. I tightened my cuntlips around the shaft and he started to slowly fuck me while his hands explored my torso. “Boy,” he growled, “I don’t give a fuck what my brother says. I’m going to transform you into the perfect boy I always wanted... You’re going to be mine.” I closed my eyes and nodded, surrendering myself to long slow strokes of his cock, ignoring the men around us. “Open your eyes boy... up to the left. Our host is here.” he whispered, stopping and leaving his cock deep inside me. Looking up, I could see an older man in his late-60’s checking me out as he came down the stairs leading up to several rooms on the second floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I had never really been into much older men, but this man was a leathered God covered in grey fur over solid muscles. “Ian! Goddamn.... where the fuck have you been keeping this one?!” he smiled, pulling me off Doc Ian’s cock to inspect me with his hands. “Fucking perfect!” “Thank you, Sir.” I said. “Have to give the credit to Con for this one, Hank. He found him.” he beamed, wrapping his arms around me and slipping into me again as a sign of his approval. “This is Sam, my new intern.” “You’re welcome boy...” he said, feeling my junk with a slight disappointment in his voice. “So, no enhancements on this one yet?” “Not for him decide...” interrupted Doc, walking in with Mike at his side. “Con! You son of a bitch! You gotta tell me where you got him! Does he have a brother? I wouldn’t mind a son.” Hank laughed. “He doesn’t, but I definitely recommend you finding a son.” Doc laughed, looking fondly at Mike... “Right son?” “Definitely, Dad!” Mike smiled. The comment didn’t pass on Hank, and he looked at Doc. “Let’s talk in a bit...” Doc winked, leading Mike by his leash to get a drink at the bar. Hank led us to a platform in the corner of the room where you could see everything that was going on. Doc Ian sat next to Hank and motioned me to the soft leather cushion between his open legs. I settled down, took his now softening cock into my mouth and held it there. Doc Ian smiled as he took a drink from one of Hank’s slaves while I paid no attention to anything else but the cock in my mouth. As they began to talk about nothing-in-particular, Doc Ian would absentmindedly stroke my face. I kept on his cock, feeling comfortable knowing I was being seen by everyone in the room. After a few drinks, I felt the Doc Ian’s cock slightly stiffen and I knew what was coming. I drank slowly at the first trickle, then it started to flow and swallowed the river of piss quietly so as not to disturb their conversation. His cock drained, I raised my hands to his thighs and gripped them tightly to show my thanks. Afterwards, I leaned in and rested my head against his thigh, his cock still in my mouth. They continued their conversation. Finally pulling me off his cock, Doc Ian handed me a drink. Tasting a slight tang, I immediately swallowed in one gulp. “Good boy... My turn...” Hank ordered. Looking up to Doc Ian, he motioned me to obey. Crawling to Hank, I saw one of his slaves between his wide-spread legs, slowly servicing his pierced cock. I reached the slave and joined in... our lips meeting and tongues touching as we shared the dripping precum oozing out of the piss slit. Suddenly without warning, the slave pulled himself from the leaking cock and made his way off the platform to serve drinks to the other guests. I could feel the hunger for cock starting to increase... “The drink,” I thought, smiling and realizing it was laced. I moaned as Hank grabbed the back of my head and forced it down his shaft until my lips touched his sac. “Goddamn, Ian... fucking hot mouth on this cunt!” he growled, holding me there. Inhaling the sweaty musky crotch, I tongued the bottom of the shaft... stroking it. “Fuck! Yes!” Hank grunted, releasing his hold and allowing me to do what I was trained to do. I moved off the shaft, but before he could say anything, I started sniffing every inch of his hairy crotch, covering my face in his scent. I could feel his slimy precum covering my face as I took each of his balls into my mouth and covered his sac in spit. “Goddamn... fucking pig taking my Alpha scent!” he growled, before turning his attention to Doc Ian and pushing him onto his tit. He continued... “I’m not forgetting about you, boy...” I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I stopped servicing Hank’s cock and looked up to see Doc Ian greedily nursing on Hank’s tit. Noticing that I had stopped, Hank looked down and smiled... “Yeah, boy... Ian and I go back a long time... Con introduced us... rather Con would loan him to me when he was away at college. Con wanted to make sure he didn’t forget everything his big brother taught him. He was all sub at that time. Weren’t you boy?” Releasing Hank’s tit, Doc Ian looked at Hank and then moved to kiss me, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. Releasing the kiss, he smiled at me... “Yes, Sir... all sub, Sir.” Doc Ian groaned, pushing my head back onto Hank’s steel-hard cock and joining me... two cocksuckers servicing an alpha cock. “Yeah, boy... you were always a good cocksucker... your brother trained you well.” Hank groaned, encouraging him. Hearing this, we both worked ourselves up into a frenzy. We started shoving Hank’s cock deep down each other’s throats... our spit covering his sac and flowing onto the leather seat. Together, we worked on Hank until we felt him ready to shoot. Sensing it, Doc Ian greedily pulled me off the thickening cock and took it down to root. Held back by Doc Ian’s strong arm, I watched as Hank shot his load into Doc Ian’s hungry mouth. Finished, Hank sat back... “Always the fucking hungry cuntmouth,” he laughed. “Yes, Sir!” Doc Ian moaned with no embarrassment. Without a second thought, he opened his mouth wide, showed me the creamy load on his tongue and pulled me in. He slipped his tongue into me, feeding me part of the load before swallowing the rest. We stayed like that for a while... between Hank’s thick thighs... Doc Ian now back on Hank’s cock while I held his in my mouth. Both of us were ignored as Hank spoke to the approaching men. I was in my element. “Fuck Ian...” Doc chuckled, walking up the platform at the sight of his brother and handed Hank a wad of bills. “Told you...” Hank laughed, handing the bills to one of his slaves before looking down at us. “See, Ian... I always knew you tried to hide how much you enjoyed our sessions. I was the one that encouraged Con to go into his field of psychotherapy... just like I ‘encouraged’ you in your career... The only difference is you never had a choice.” Both of us sat there, stunned at his words. I looked at Mike to see his reaction. Doc just stood there smiling as Hank continued... “I worked with your brother on his therapy techniques. I taught him how to make sure his little brother would always show love for his big brother.” Doc Ian stiffened... the revelations overcoming him for a second until Doc lifted him up into his arms. Gripping his neck with both hands, Doc looked directly into Doc Ian’s eyes... “Little brother... do you love me?” “Yeah, big brother... I fucking love you so much,” Doc Ian groaned and dropped to his knees. Removing the codpiece, he took Doc’s cock into his mouth until it hardened... the rest of us just watching... “Fuck yes... little brother, then show me how much you love me.” Doc growled. “God, how I counted down the days when I got home from school so I could feel your cuntmouth on my cock.” “Shit yes, cuntmouth...” Doc Ian mumbled, spit dribbling down his chin. Doc lovingly pulled him off his cock, led him to a bench and placed him, ass exposed, over it. Gripping his hips, Doc placed his cock at the entrance to Doc Ian’s cunt... “I missed this even more, little brother.” he grunted, sliding the tip of his cock past his little brother’s cuntlips. For a second, they stayed that way... We could see Doc Ian relax as his cunt opened up to take his brother’s thick cock. Sensing it, Doc started slowly started to fuck his little brother, pulling out a bit then pushing deeper. All Doc Ian could do was moan and beg for more... his body shaking with each thrust. Dropping onto Doc Ian’s back, Doc wrapped his arms around him and fucked him deeper and harder, pounding him with love... “This is how much I love you, little brother...” Doc growled. “Fuck yeah, big brother!” Doc Ian cried out... “Fucking show me!” On they went, now covered in sweat... fucking as if no one else was in the room. By now, everyone's attention was on the brothers fucking on the platform. We could see Doc stiffen... ready to cum, but then take a deep breath and slow... signaling he was not ready. He kept on... two, three times. “Please!” Doc Ian would beg each time. We just kept on watching... not knowing if he was begging for it the fucking to end or continue. Again, we saw Doc stiffen. This time he kept on, fucking harder until his body shook as he exploded into his little brother’s cunt. “YES!” Doc Ian screamed, feeling his brother’s cum seeping deep into him. Turning to the room, I could see the effect the show was having... the beginnings of an all-out orgy had started. Then, I heard the familiar sound of a torch being lit... I sat back, watching Mike light up a pipe and take a hit. Holding the smoke in his lungs, he offered me the pipe. I quickly grabbed it and took a hit, holding the thick metallic tasting smoke in my lungs as I felt Mike drop next to me and grab the pipe back from my hands... “Fucker...” I laughed, watching him warm the bowl and inhale deeply. We passed the pipe again as the meth started rushing through my body, mixing with the G from the drink I had earlier. This time, I took the hit and moved to Hank and let out the cloud onto the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth again. All the while, Mike sat there hitting the pipe. “Goddamn son,” Doc laughed, grabbing the pipe from his hand. “There’ll be plenty of time for that.” “Shit... Dad,” Mike moaned, seeing the shape of his uncle after the fuck. Doc Ian stood there with a collar around his neck and leashed, sweat dripping from his body with his brother’s cum dripping out of his wrecked cunt. Pulling Doc Ian down to his knees, Doc handed his little brother the pipe. Doc Ian hit the pipe but held back... it was out. Noticing the disappointment in his face, I grabbed the torch and crawled to him. “Fuck yeah,” Doc Ian moaned, holding the pipe in his mouth as I warmed the bowl with the flame. I watched as he took a deep hit and held it before taking another. Giving me a look, he pulled me into him and shot-gunned the cloud into my waiting mouth before slipping his tongue into me. He then gripped my shoulders and whispered in my ear... “Thanks, I needed that,” he growled. “Goddamn spun-out cunt... This doesn’t change a thing. I’m still going to transform you.” My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled, realizing I wanted it... “Shit yeh, Doc Ian... please. Fucking do it.” I whispered back. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Hank in his chair with another slave now on his cock. I was craving cock and went for the nearest available... Doc Ian’s, without even thinking twice. I greedily took it into my mouth knowing that he was now collared and leashed like me. I could feel his cock hardening. “Fucking cuntmouth...” Doc Ian moaned, feeling the suction on his cock before dropping and pulling off my jock to reveal my caged junk. He started fondling my sac before running his tongue over my caged cock, driving me deeper into chemmed frenzy as I stayed on his cock. “The room’s ready, Con...” Hank said, looking at Doc Ian on my cock with a menacing look in his eyes. “That’s between him and me, Hank.” Doc growled. “That subpersonality is mine. Don’t get any fucking ideas.” Nodding, Hank then motioned towards Mike... Dad?” “You heard the boy, Hank... DAD.” he chuckled, grabbing out leashes and leading the three of us upstairs. “Like I said, I’ll explain later.” he yelled out, closing the door behind him.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy “Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area. Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. “Can I help you?” I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath... “Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.” I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. “You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... “Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor. I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand. “You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. “10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” “My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” “Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. “Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.” I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it. “Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. “Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” “Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. “Bry... look at me.” Continuing to look forward, he remained silent. “We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. “Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder. “Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip. I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. “Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” “Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...” “Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. “Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock. “Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing. “Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock. “Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me. With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time. “Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head. I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. “Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face. “How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. “Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. “Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us. “Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door. “Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. “Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” “Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. “If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word. I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in. I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled. “Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in. “Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink. “Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. “Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. “UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. “Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. “Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. “Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.” Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym. On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change. Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. “Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls. Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain. Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off. Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. “Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike. “Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there. “Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. “Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. “10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. "OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.” Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders. “Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... “Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?” Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” “Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. “Alright boy, finish your drink now.” Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me. “Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. “That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” “Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying... I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there. “Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. “Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. “10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. “How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” “Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” “Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.” “Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention. “Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.” “Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. “I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... “Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer. I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch. “Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. “Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” “You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” “Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. “Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. “That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. “Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. “Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man. Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...” “Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. “Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock. “Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. “You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body. “Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. “Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. “Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. “Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. “You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. “Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. “Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again. This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... “That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth. “No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... “Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. “That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. “Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.” Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan. “Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. “You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. “Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... “Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. “Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right. “10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it. “Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. “Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall. I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... “Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” “That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe. “Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. “That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” “Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... “Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten. “Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment. The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... “Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body. At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper. “That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... “Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock... “Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. “FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on. “Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more... I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart. “GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him. “Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it. “Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left. “Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... “You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

I used to make fun of the whole, "Vote for the guy I wanna have a beer with," mentality. After seeing J.D. Vance, I get it now. He's so unrelatable as a human being.

I love being a slut and sucking dick but being photographed, recorded & uploaded to the internet for guys to jerk off to is the best.

Ha🙄, "cum running down your leg". Honey, after a gang bang / orgy you desire, your fucking cunt ♨️ is going to be so stretched & sloppy that you'll flood piss & cum every where. Maybe you'd sit on my face & let me eat you out. Can't beat a hot flooded cunt sitting on your face♨️😋😋😋😋😋.

This is me brutally punchfisting my hole.

Here’s a pic of me self fisting

about 45 min ago at the bookstore and it was pretty intense

You're so sweet 💋should've pushed that load out, a good substitute for mayo😋

In Melbourne 🇦🇺, before COVID, we had Club 80 which had slings above beds, in the rental rooms. I had many delicious cocks & fists ploughed into me, in those rooms & the beds never seemed to cause issues. One comfort about having slings situated in this way, is the safety factor. If a sling happened to detache from its mountings, I would rather drop onto a padded mattress than fall 5 feet onto a concrete floor. Club 80 is long gone but, the memories, the dark room with barrels, can make me shoot just thinking about them. The good old days😭😭😜😜😜😜😜.

Oh I think so definitely!! Don't bottom much but when I do usually he's bigger(thicker) than me - so definitely can clear my pretty shallow deep ring - and when he blows, I can really feel that girth get thicker on both rings - and the head pop in and out as he thrusts that load in. Its intense! Maybe more so for rare bottoms like me ... not sure ... When topping those guys that have their deep ring gripping around my crazy hard shaft always seem to be grunting harder and more wound up - than those who have a ring WAY back in there that I can *just* hit...

Just refuse this nonsense. Real men want to feel your hole raw and breed you deep inside. Any other top that's wrapping up in 2024 needs some homework to do and it's just not worth it.

I’ve never heard of gayprolapse.com … but I may have discovered my new favourite

I would rather get dressed, walk out, and forego a fuck, than wear a condom. And my ass is too hairy to be comfortable with a rubber covered cock pounding my ass.

I have run into this, especially in Canada. Less so now, then years ago. It was not an ideal set up and it was due to lack of space. The sling was rented on top of the room price. I remember carrying a huge duffel bag containing the sling to my room--not really sure where it was in the maze of corridors...

My first time topping I was about half pissed off at the bottom. The guy I topped was rather drunk. He had a GF who was a former GF of mine. I had recently hooked up with her although we were no longer a couple. He heard about it. I went into a local bar about mid afternoon and he was there. He got all whiny and emotional about his GF and kept saying that me fucking her was like I was fucking him. He was a smaller guy maybe 5'6" or 7. He had spent time in prison for some minor felony and the rumor was that he was a prison punk. I found out later it wasn't just a rumor. He was getting pretty drunk and the bartender wanted him to leave. I drove him home and on the way he started playing with my cock. I didn't know if wanted to kick his ass or fuck him. I ended up fucking him which was a great decision. I knew his GF wouldn't be home from work for another hour or so and kind of invited myself in. He immediately opened my pants and started giving me a BJ. I steered him to his bedroom, the same bedroom where I had fucked his slutty GF a few days before, and got us both naked. He dug around in a drawer and came up with some lube. I was soon sliding into him with his ass up and face down. I had been bottoming for a couple of years at that point but was surprised by how good his ass felt around my cock, so tight and silky smooth although he loosened up a little as we fucked. It didn't take me long to cum. I rolled over onto my back thinking we were finished but he straddled me and and lowered himself on my still hard cock. I lasted a lot longer this time and we soon changed positions again with him once again ass up. The sight of that sexy ass taking my cock eventually had me blowing another nut. I wiped my cock off on the sheets and noticed he had shot a huge load on the sheets also. I got dressed rather quickly because I knew hi GF was due home any time. Between the alcohol he had drank and our fuck he was asleep when I left. I always wondered what his GF thought when she got home. We fucked often for a year or so after this first encounter. He was a much better piece of ass than his GF.

There needs to be an option for "I only fuck guys so I have never even thought about this issue"

Particularly for foreign affairs. It's one thing to put out a domestic policy agenda that will differ from, or go beyond, what Biden has put in place - that's internal to the US. But as a nation we need to speak with one voice (Trump's constant interference with foreign affairs not withstanding).

I had been barebacking for years and never asked guys their status. While I was never an overt chaser, the idea of taking POZ Cum turned me on. I loved reading Conversion Stories. Today I write ‘em. I suppose I wanted to get bred all along. In the late fall I connected with a guy from Gay.Com. He was a real Bareback Pig.! We'd both stopped using Condoms, gloves, and other Safe Sex paraphernalia. When he fingered my Pussy, I asked him to fuck me. He said he'd have to pull out cause he didn't want to cum up my Ass. I asked him why not; and he said that he was POZ, and I was still NEG. I almost flipped! Never before had I known in advance that the guy about to fuck me was POZ. That was a first! In essence I got down on my knees and begged him for his Cum! He got this shit eatin' grin on his face. "Let's see if I got this straight. You WANNA get POZZED ?" "FUCK, YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" He started to screw me like there was no tomorrow, ranting about the Bad Seed he was about to plant up my Butt; that there could be no turning back; and that, from that day forth, all my partners would be at risk. I got rock hard. He told me he was gonna shoot. We both came—he up my Ass—and I, all over my chest—probably the most prolific Load of my life. He stayed the night. I took a couple more Loads and gave him two back. I fisted him for over an hour. After that we talked of the BUG till the morning sun shone blood red on our Dicks. He made me promise to call him if and when I got "the Flu." Nine days later I woke up sick as a dog and soaking wet. I called him and told him I didn't feel so good. He stressed how awesome it would be if I hit the Baths—while my immune system was depressed and my Viral Load was outta sight. THOUGH I FELT LIKE SHIT, I dragged my Butt down to the Tubs. I ended up taking five Loads up the Ass and two down my throat. But there was a price to pay for my contagious escapade—I almost had to crawl home to bed where I stayed put for a week. It was spring before I finally got tested. I don't know why I postponed it so long. The Baths were offering free HIV testing, and I availed myself. Two weeks later I called and gave my code-number to the little Fairy on the other end of the line. He hemmed and hawed, and ended up making me an appointment with a Counselor. She turned out to be a loquacious old spinster, who commiserated with me for half an hour before pronouncing me POZ. I could barely keep a straight face. That night I had dinner with my NEG ex-Lover. As usual, I fucked his Ass. So far I have 5 confirmed Conversions to my credit, the first being the aforementioned ex-Lover, and the latest, a neat little drama student down the hall.

PART 2 thump-thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! My heart was pounding out of my chest as I stood there just watching him. My hands were shaking, my breathing was getting more and more erratic, I felt frozen, like I couldn't move, couldn't speak.... just standing there frozen with fear and excitement. Like reading a label on a pack of cigarettes, "Warning this Cock may Cause DEATH or Serious Injury", an obvious warning that would make most other guys run without a second thought. And Colby!! We just told each other last night that we loved each other, he opened up about all the trauma this man has caused him, this would kill him! Someone I genuinely care about and this monster who has caused him so much harm and here I am right in the middle and make no mistake, this guy's intentions are not good, you're about to walk into a haunted house and monster is very real and very dangerous. My mind, my conscious, every ounce of my survival instinct is screaming "you knew exactly what you were doing when you made the conscious decision to put your pants back down on the ground and come out here like this, but now your little dark fantasy is becoming all too real, you are face to face with death RUN for life!!". But still, I stand here frozen, unable to pull myself away, unable to look away, and still holding this damn orange juice? But then, like out of a dark deep cave within, came another voice. A voice so powerful that the other voices silenced in its presence. A voice that could not be pacified or intimidated by warnings, an entity that needed to feed was consuming my being. Adrenaline began to course through my veins like a drug, my heart hit so hard I could swear you could hear it, and like a sailor being lured to his death by the temptation of the Siren, I took a step towards the monster's lair. I don't even know if I was in control anymore. It was as if everything survival instinct I had left my body and the only thing left was pure carnal, animalistic lust. An all-consuming desire that knew what it wanted, and didn't care about the cost. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and seeing how is demeanor changed when I took that first step, he KNEW he had won. It did not matter how evil his intentions where, I was powerless, under his control he had his victim in his web. I entered his room and he told me to shut the door behind him, I couldn't speak, but I did as he said and shut the door. He sat there 3 feet from me with his cock in hand as I stood there completely naked like a scared little kid. He could definitely sense my fear and it seemed to empower him, make him harder and bolder, his voice came more commanding, knowing I was his now. Him: come here I slowly approached him, looking each other in the eyes as he licked his lips like a lion before consuming a young gazelle. Him: Get on your knees I started to get on my knees and soon felt his hand on my shoulder pulling me into him as his hand slid to the top of my head, feeling his firm hand grasp the hair on the back of my head pulling my head down and with his other hand aiming his large cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth as it was shoved inside, I tried to take it all, but having never done this before, I was struggling, but he kept pushing my head down and shoving his cock deeper as I kept gagging over and over, soon he had both hands on the back of my head pulling my head down on his cock as he forcibly fucked my face. He was pulling down with such force, I had to use one hand to brace myself and keep myself upright and the other I reached up to hold the base of his cock, thinking maybe that would stop so much of his cock from going down my throat helping me to breathe. Him: You're such a fucking whore, I knew you wanted this. Oh, you're going to be my little bitch from now on aren't you. Him: FUCKING ANSWER ME!! he let up on the back of my head allowing me to raise my head up just enough to get his cock out of my mouth. With slobber dripping from my mouth to his cock i tried to answer him Me: (almost crying, I was able to mumble out) Yes Him: Fucking right, now get back to work as he pulled my head back down on his cock, I wasn't fully prepared so when he pulled my head down his cock went deeper down my throat than before and gagged and almost threw up, but that didn't seem to stop him. Him: oh fuck yeah... It has been too long, you're going to get your load real quick this time Him: jerk that mother fucker! He let up a little, allowing me to pull my head up and jerk him off more and it wasn't long before he started moaning and repeating "Oh fuck" and suddenly like a volcano erupting he started shooting his load in the back of my throat, at first his cum was coming out of my mouth Him: you better fucking swallow that shit mother fucker (as he forcibly shoved his cock deeper down my throat) I started to gag again, but quickly closed my lips tightly around his cock and tried swallowing as much as possible. He kept moaning "Fuck yeah! Oh Fuck...Oh Fuck, you fucking slut bitch" as the cum kept spewing out of his cock down my throat and down his cock. After he finished he fell back on the bed breathing heavily. Him: Man, that is the first action i have had in years! Damn I needed that I just kind of sat there on my knees, completely lost. This is the first time I had ever been in a situation like that, I have always been the top, or the one getting blown or with a woman, it was completely new to me and i felt so, so naked kneeling there, cum dripping down my mouth and running down my neck and chest. Him: Fuck man, how are we going to tell Colby about this? I panicked when i heard that, immediately reality came flooding back. Me: (Stuttering out) I... I.... I Him: what you didn't want to tell him about this? You're going to lie to my son? and worse, you want to make me lie to my son Me: I don't know, i hadn't thought about it Him: well look man, i can maybe keep this a secret, but i am not comfortable with it. Me: Thank you so much! Him: yeah, i don't like lying to my boy so i am going to need something from you Me: of course, what do you want? Him: Man you know i cant get out of here and my son wont allow me to have guests, thinks i am going to be doing drugs or something, so you're going to have to keep this up. I haven't had action from another person in years! Me: i'm not sure i understand Him: You can fuck my son, but you only suck my dick! Is that clear enough Me: Yeah! I mean, i dont know if we should do this again. Him: Look mother fucker! You want me to keep this a secret, then you're going to have to work for it. I know a slut when i see one, i saw you eye'n my dick. Now get the fuck out of here and go jerk off and if you ain't getting on your knees again soon, i may just have to let Colby know about how you came into my room naked and just took my dick like a ho! I started to fumble my way out of the room, rushing back to my room as i heard him say: Him: oh yeah! Colby told me you were rich, so maybe you should be dropping off some cash for me too, after all, we don't want colby to find out about this. Right then, I immediately knew i had been played. He knew I had money, and was working to get it. That is what it was all about. Then panicked, i started to google, "Can you get HIV from oral Sex" and found out that it was very rare and it was most common for bottoms to get HIV from a HIV positive top. What the fuck did I just get myself into, what was he going to do. His entire plan was to get me in this situation so he could manipulate me however he wanted, he basically had me backed against a corner. What could i do, tell Colby, not only would he break up with me, but that would kill him. Did i have any other options. I just laid there on the bed naked freaking out, what the hell was i going to do! He owned me now, he was going to make me pay him to suck his dick! His huge black dirty fucking dick and i had to pay him money for it. I had to pay this dirty mother fucker money so he could shoot his dirty disease filled load down my throat, and shove his giant cock inside me. That giant dirty cock just oozing out dirty cum, pumping his load down my throat, again and again. I went from panicking to getting hard, thinking part of me didn't want colby to know, because i wanted to be in this situation. What was this situation going to bring on me.....

Been there done it love it. Made some bottoms subs do it to.

I would hope none.

I'm the odd man out here, I love when a guy pulls out, I tell them before hand I'd rather swallow their load then feel it run down my leg. It's tops choice but most like that I'll swallow. My biggest disappointment about bb is not being able to feel the load squirts in my ass the same way I can in my mouth. Feeling my ass get lubed with cum is hot but still rather swallow that delicious seed.

Started sucking my younger brother at about age 12 (one year age gap between us). Can’t remember exactly how it started but we used to masturbate together, then tried mutual sucking but soon discovered that I liked sucking and he liked being sucked. We shared a room together and so it happened very often until age 16/17. In that time his cock grew and obviously he started cumming. My favourite thing to do was continue sucking after he came. I always swallowed. We always lay on the floor with pillows etc because our bunk beds always made too much noise. Or I would get on my knees and he would stand and I would suck (this is how I/we discovered facefucking a little later on). I still have a great relationship with my brother but we just stopped one day and never mentioned it again. At the same time (age 12) I also started sucking an older brother. Neither knew about the other. We would sometimes stay up late to watch TV and afterwards I would ask to sleep in his bed. He always obliged. One night while under the covers I could see his cock (much bigger than mine) sticking out of his boxers and I just touched it. I was fascinated. There was a pause, that seemed like an eternity, and then he put his hand on my head so I continued and eventually put it in my mouth. He didn’t cum the first night and made me stop after a couple of minutes, but what followed was about a year of regular sucking and swallowing his cum. He was 17 when we stopped (he got a girlfriend - boo). Older brother was always pretty nervous about it, and would always say that this was the last time etc. I guess teenage hormones always won the battle though lol. Not as close today with older brother but our relationship certainly isn’t strained. Once we stopped we just never talked about it again. When I think back I love that my first instinct was to swallow cum once I saw it. I had no idea that there were other erotic ways to finish. Still love swallowing now and taking it deep in my throat.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 “Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt. “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. “Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.” Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. “Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss. “Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... “Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... “Please...” Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. “Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. “Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot... Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust... On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain... “I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.” “Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead. He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. “Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. “I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. “Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... “Fuck Doc!” Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... “Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling. “Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. “I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?” Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.” “That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein. “What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. “Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling. “Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. “Come back,” I heard him say... With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation... “Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out... Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... “Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. “That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” “God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... “Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me. “Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance... I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. “Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. “FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. “Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” “One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. “Two...” Doc growled. “Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening. This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. “Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. “Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... “Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” “Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. “Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. “YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. “Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. “OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. “Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. “Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle. “GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop. “One...” Doc laughed. Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... “Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. “Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain. “Do it...” I begged. And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... “Goddamn cunt!” His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... “SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder... I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored... “Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... “Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt. Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet. “Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...” Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.” Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... “Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk. I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots. “Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door. I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway. “Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

This subject needs to be explored in a bit more detail maybe.Ideally you want a young white boy about 18 to 20 thin,waifish even,the kind of kid you know gets NO sex and that will play into your plans.Scout out one at your normal places especially places where a minimum of clothing are worn,the gym,pool,beach...so you can accertain weather his body is to your liking.When you have a target in sight get to know his name,and say hello by making his aquaintence by some means.Call him by name every time you see him,and stand close to him.Make sure he knows your name and keep telling him until he responds to you by name.When talking to him,always stand with your crotch pointed at him,even from a distance.These are signals he will pickup subconsciously.Any chance you get at the pool or the gym to be around him naked DO SO...and keep your cock pointed at him so he will see it,and if you catch him staring compliment him about something.You are grooming him for a sexual role don't be shy about touch.Remember you have to get into his MIND...using subconscious signals eventually all the parts will fall into place as your friendship develops.Get a locker above his so you can stand over him naked as he sits on the bench,let your cock bounce inches from his face.spend as much time naked around him as you can.After this has worked on him for a while make sure he sees you watching him,and when he does TELL him you just love white boys and that he is cute!And smile when ya say that so no offense is taken.Any chance you have to place a hand on him,spotting at the gym or at the beach...do so.Develop a touch familiarity with him and press it if he withdraws.It seems verymuch like befriending a wild dog doesn't it?When the two of you become comfortable enough around eachother invite him over for a beer or a joint,whatever it takes to get him alone with you in your home.Watch the game or whatever and change into gym shorts only..and encourage him to do the same,maybe even buy him what you want him to wear.At this point you will become overtly sexual,stare at his lips,at his crotch,nipples.stare at him.Let your desires be known subconsciously and he will accept it when you kiss his shoulders and neck.Remember to use weed or alcohol to disinhibit him,and soon you will be lip to lipin a sloppy wet kiss.Free your erection so he can see it...make a display of it.Ask to see his,and just play.Put his hand on your cock,encourage him to stroke it.A hand behind his neck and gentle pressure will encourage him to tasts it,and maybe even suck it.This is an important hurdle to jump because it is an overtly sexual act,and you need to build on this by returning the favor.He needs to cum on your first encounter,that will be another barrier crossed.When he erupts in your mouth take it all,kiss his nipples when he is done,say he tastes sweet and that you enjoy his company.Lay with your weight on him to encourage his interpretation of your dominance and kiss him again,make sure some of his semen goes from your mouth into his.And if he accepts this,slide up his body until your cock is pointed at his lips and look down at him as you press it between those lips.He has allowed you to orally copulate him and he will most likely return the favor with a bit of coaxing.Push your erect cock all the way in to the back of his throat,and when he gags pull out a bit then do it again,he will learn how to take you if you insist.Encourage him with compliments and suggestions,and tell him when you are going to cum and do it deep and make him accept your cum in his mouth.Remember while you sucked him off rather gently you are now orally fucking him,and it is key to defining his position in your future sexual relationship.Take some time now so you can both cool off and enjoy eachothers company.Thank him for being there,and for any sexual favors shared,give plenty of positive feedback and don't be in a hurry to get him to leave.Maybe make dinner,order pizza etc.Your first sexual contact must be important enough to encourage him to return.Make a date before you part ways,assuming he doesn't stay that nite.Make sure you will see him the next day or no more than two days later.You have planted a seed and a relationship is budding and must be tended.In the next installment we will turn up the heat sexually in terms of activities and roles.:)

[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.

Last Friday was the first time I actually skipped a half a day's work for cock and seed. Fridays are just no good for me. I know I am hitting the backroom, I know I am going to get fucked by my Indian FB first and by lunchtime I am just howling for the day to be finished. Last week I was that horny at lunchtime I hit the video arcade just to suck a couple of cocks off and get a load or two pumped down my throat to whet my appetite. I had blown one git when this bald daddy walked into the booth next to me and produced a beautiful uncut schlong through the wall. I immediately chowed down when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent down saying "I only live around the corner wanna come back to my place i want to fuck you." I told him he hadn't douched but he said he had a douche tap - from that second on I was fucked - I knew I wasn;t going back to work. As we walked the five minutes to his place I was getting so horny just looking at him, big solid brute of a man with a cock and balls to match. I rang work telling them I wasn't feeling well. We got to his place and man what a fuck he was. Threw my 56 kilogram frame around as he wanted and my body was just in total surrender mode to him. After he bred me the first time, I was cleaning is cock when he said "wanna hang for a while for seconds." Was he kidding, of course I was going to hang for more of that cock. We had a beer and round two was as good as the first. After he finished he said "i just love sluts." Making small talk he said what's your plan for the weekends. I told him I have an Indian friend who fucks me most Friday nights and opens me up for my night in the backroom taking loads. "You are nice and open already, in fact your sluthole is gaping." There was no exchange of phone numbers etc as i figured he was one of those tops who got as much as he wanted (which he deserved thoroughly). I am just glad his first two loads pumped into me was the start of a 28 load weekend!

Kevin parked up and found the non-descript door in the side street which, from the number on the peeling paintwork, he judged to be the sauna. He was curious to see inside the place Eric was keen to keep to himself. The door was answered by a guy in shorts and tee shirt who introduced himself as Bill. "Come in." He said and led Kevin into a small reception area. The atmosphere was hot and slightly steamy and smeeled of damp and body odour. A young man appeared with a mop and smiled hello. To Kevin's shock, he was completely naked. "Where's Eric?" Asked Bill. When Kevin didn't reply, he saw why and laughed. "This is Timmy. It's a male only, Gay sauna and Timmy works here. Is that a problem? Kevin felt his mouth go dry and his little cock twitched in his trousers. "N..no. No problem." Replied Kevin, his eyes glued to the lad's cock which swung half hard as mopped the floor. "Eric has the flu and asked me to call" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Flu, eh? Well, we're not surprised are we Timmy? Dirty sod!" Kevin wasn't sure what he meant, but he blushed as Bill whacked Timmy on his bare bottom. "Come on." He said. "There's a leak in the cistern on the toilet upstairs. I'll show you where it is."

Once pozzed up you have earned total BB sexual freedom. No more condoms, worry about tears, faults etc. You have now earned the pleasure of having really dirty, pig sex. If you dreamed about being bred & seeded, slamming, toys, non-stop cock with piss & cum filling you & hottest dreams of all - being FISTED, you have no more barriers. Go for it & enjoy. You can now be the slutty, dirty, pig you have always wanted to be.

At 18, I wasn’t quite sure what really turned me on the most. The idea of an older guy drilling and I pumping my load into my classmate made me feel extremely excited. Was completely fucked on my first visit to the sauna and received my first loads the next day. A few months later, an older guy “first top who seeded me” in his late fifties invited me for an afternoon fun. He also invited another young lad my age where he found him from a paid website. We had 3some, two young lads served the mature confident macho man. Being the first to showed up and being fucked hard less than a few minutes after arrived. 40 minutes of nonstop drilling in every imaginable positions, I cum with exhausted and needed a break. He was the second guy I had sex with and at 18 I was still inexperienced, my tight hole needed rest. I clashed onto the sofa and at the meantime the doorbell rang. New young ass took my place, I was an audience. The sight, sound, energy and atmosphere were unbelievable. The older top ate and inspected new ass for a few minutes. He then stood up and carried the lad to a leather chair, kneeling, ass up and one final lick on the hole, the top guided his hard cock to the hole and slammed balls deep. The lad took it like a champion, after all he was a professional at 19. He did all the stuffs to the new lad as he did with me, it got me excited, my cock was hard and dripping precum. At one point during a midfuck, he pulled me for a big kiss and had me held on his cock as he slammed into a dilated hole. He told me play with the guy’s ass, cock and slapping on it gently. I always interested in topping my classmates and once he said, “you want to try” I said ya, he moved out and I immediately slammed my hard cock into a warm, dilated hole, it felt amazing as it thumped like a lives suction. It went on and on, older top gave me a big smile and two thumbs up. I lasted probably 20 minutes and blasted my load for the first time into another guy hole. I fucked older mature guys several times but prefer guy my age and younger.

Another example of "you can always do more, but you CANNOT DO LESS." Remember this, kids. Like my friend who took a weed edible with 6 or 7 of us on Pink Saturday in the Castro (back when that was a thing, the night before Pride every year, a big street party). It wasn't hitting him so he ate ANOTHER brownie. And then 45 minutes later after the rest of us went home, he was in a crowded bar in SOMA and it slammed into his brain full force. He was SUPER DUPER stoned. Swore off edibles for a long time (this was before legalization so you were never quite sure how much was in there). Another time I made pot brownies and took them to Burning Man. I'd cooked the oil with the weed for two days. I knew it was going to be pretty strong, but not sure quite HOW strong. I told everyone..."take a bit and see how it affects you. I don't know how strong they are." One guy did not listen. We found him an hour later curled up under our truck in the fetal position, high off his ass. He was fine the next day (and came by to thank us for taking care of him). Too bad, he was cute, and I would've fucked him. But not in that condition!

Thanks so much. I enjoy writing these stories and have shot many a load while I’m writing them. But, it’s really hot to know that I can make another guy cum with my words. I really appreciate your support.

I just turned 16 when I sucked my first cock. I have been fantasizing about having sex/ being molested by older guys since I hit puberty around 12 years old. I have heard that there is a lot of gay sex going on in the public washroom. That was back in the early 80’s. I decided to try my luck over there. It didn’t take long for me to hang around in the washroom before I met a middle aged East Indian/Pakistani guy exposing himself and masturbating in from of me. My heart was pounding so fast that I almost fainted. All those big hard cocks in the dirty magazines that I have read were nothing comparing to a real cock getting hard in front of me. It wasn’t so much as a full on sucking, I think I just licked the guy’s cock a few times but nevertheless that was my first ever taste of another guy’s cocks. In fact it was the first of at least over a thousand cocks. Lol.

I pride myself on my cock being as hard as stone when I fucking a bottom. I have never had a single complaint from any bottom I’ve ever fucked. When I bottom, I want a nice hard cock pressing all over my insides. If it’s not hard, I’m not feeling it. And I’m not talking about an 8” dick. Any length is great as long as it can get hard.

I would prefer the top to cum inside too. But sometime it erotic to have the top cum on my body and feel the hot spurts of semen all over me.

Great advice. I would add that a fisting session is all about communication. Bottoms are in charge. " Stop, " "slow down," "give me a minute," "ready for more," "harder...." are all things tops need to hear and follow. It is his hole--he is in charge!