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First Time I met Jim online, I don't quite recall the site now, but it was probably Adam4Adam or an AOL chatroom. Either way, we hit it off right away, conversation wise, enjoying much of the same activities, nudity and outdoors. At that time I was in my mid 20's, learning about my gay identity and what I was really in to and meeting Jim gave me a chance to ask any type of question I wanted. Of course by this time I had some sexual activities with men, but they were either very quick or book store adventures sucking cock. Jim was twice my age, in his upper 40's, and his experience and knowledge of what he liked led us on the same path of my discovery. Jim was lean, hairy chest, slightly shorter than I as I am 6'4", but he had an amazing cock. Jim's cock was 9" and uncut. This was my first experience of a man that was uncut and it was very exciting. Of course this started with pictures and lots of discussion of what Jim liked. Jim described himself as very 'oral' and a top guy if he fucked. I already l knew I leaned towards a bottom guy even though I hadn't declared that to Jim. One day Jim finally invited me out to his house, to see that beautiful cock. I jumped at the chance. I showered before heading out. When I arrive and Jim's house the door off of the kitchen was open and I knocked on the screen door. Jim called to me and said, "come on in Tim". As I walked into the kitchen, Jim was on the other side of the room standing against the counter. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Immediately what I noticed, and focused on, was Jim's semi hard cock behind those boxers and the massive amount of precum staining those boxer shorts. I had never seen anything like it, certainly in life, but in pictures on the internet. Jim was a very heavy precummer, and most of his boxers were almost transparent with precum. "Do you like, Tim?", Jim asked as he noticed was staring with lust and amazement. "Wow Jim, I have never seen a man leak so much precum", I replied. "It is so sexy". Jim reached down and lightly rubbed his cock through his wet boxers, "would you like to see more? We could go into the bedroom". I did hesitate, "yes please". Jim led me to his bedroom which had a nice big four poster bed. When we were both inside, we faced other and Jim started to take off his shirt and lower his boxers. I had to stand in awe as this fit, hairy, hung man revealed what I so desperately wanted to see. Jim was hung at 9" and uncut. His cock was hard and seemed to be sticky from all of the preum he had been leaking. I reached out and touched his shiny wet cock head. I let my finger run circles over it, and of course more yummy precum started to flow. "Please undress boy", Jim said. I wasted no time and kicked off my shoes, t-shirt, and lowered my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear and was now very hard myself. "Let's get on the bed", Jim said as he walked around the bed to the other side, cock bouncing the entire time. I reached out and stroked Jim's big cock, my hand immediately becoming wet with this precum. As I held his cock I moved in front of him and rubbed my ass against his body. I let go of his cock and leaned over the edge of the bed, reaching back to rub my now exposed ass. I didn't know if I wanted Jim to fuck me without a condom, if he wanted to fuck me, or if I could even take that big cock in my ass. Jim leaned over me, resting his body on my back. I felt his big cock between us, the wetness of his precum just above my ass and crack. I was letting lust and desire guide me now, I wanted him in me. As I was sure he wanted to fuck me, he was now grinding against my ass, as I gently pushed back into him, then all of a sudden Jim said, "I need you to suck my cock Tim", and stood up behind me. I was in bewilderment as I thought we were both heading towards Jim's big cock in me. I stood up as well. Jim climbed up on the bed and laid on his back. I climbed up on my side and laid next to Jim, somewhat on my side so I could see his body and cock. I reached out with my hand and started touching his cock, eventually wrapping my fingers around it and slowly stroking it. I was focused on nothing but that cock and sliding the skin back over his wet cock head. With each stroke up his shaft another drop of precum oozed out of his cock head and on to his pubes. It was just so sexy to see and be a part of. Jim looked at me in the eyes, "Tim suck my cock, I need to cum so bad". I didn't need to say anything, but slowly lowered my head and opened my mouth. First thing was to clean off that lovely cock head! Jim's precum continued to flow so I slid his skin back with my left and and took his cock head into my mouth. His cock tasted so good, the saltiness that was already present from all of his leaking. The thick cock head on Jim filled my mouth as I sucked and tried to make more of his shaft. Jim's left hand found my hair and was rubbing the back of my head, neck, and shoulders. As I sucked on Jim's gorgeous cock, more precum flowing into my mouth. I had to take gulps eventually to deal with his precum and my saliva. As I did this, I was slowly grinding my now hard cock on Jim's lower leg. My left hand was working going between Jim's shaft and his furry balls. I continued to moan as I sucked on his big cock and grinding my cock into his leg. Jim started some dirty talk now, telling me to suck his big cock, "you like that cock don't you boy?". I just moaned around his thick wet cock. I couldn't do anything else. "do you want my cum Tim, do you want me to empty my balls into your mouth?". Jim kept asking. I lifted my mouth a little of his cock and got out, "please cum in my mouth, give it to me sir". Jim was lifting his ass off the bed now, thrusting into my mouth. I was holding Jim's full balls when his own hand went to his shaft. I knew he was getting close. Jim's tummy was rising and falling rapidly now and his precum was flowing even more now, if that was possible. I knew I too was getting ready to cum just by grinding on Jim's leg. I moved my left hand from Jim's balls to my own cock so I could cum when he did. "are you ready boy? I am getting so close". Jim said in short breaths. "fuck, here it comes". Jim started to shoot in my mouth. As soon as the first jet hin my mouth, I knew there was going to be a lot so I pulled my had a little of his cock so I could take it all in. "swallow my cum boy! Fuck! Feels so good", Jim kept saying. This was all I could take, I immediately jacked my cock harder and was rewarded with my own orgasm, my cum flowing out between Jim and I. I had to start swallowing Jim's load and milked his cock to get the last bit of his cum load into my mouth. "Tim, you don't have to swallow my cum if you don't want to", Jim said. After I have finished swallowing I looked at Jim, "it was my pleasure sir. I love your cum and how much you have". Jim laughed, "well when you don't cum that often it does build up". We both laughed. "I see you had to cum too, glad you did Tim". "sorry for the sheets and mess Jim, I couldn't help it."., Lightly holding Jim's shrinking cock and admiring it. I said, "maybe someday you will fuck me with this gorgeous cock". Immediately Jim said, "let's get you cleaned up before you go, Tim". Jim moved to get off the bed. I felt bad all of a sudden, like maybe I had done something wrong. I didn't think I had, but wasn't sure. I too got off the bed and followed Jim into the bathroom, both of us wearing nothing but socks. I admired Jim's thinner, fit, body and that hanging cock of his as he got a washcloth warmed in some water from the sink. Very sexy to me. Jim handed me the washcloth, "just throw it on the counter when you are done Tim". And Jim moved back into the bedroom where I could see him putting on some new shorts. I thought to myself maybe this is his behavior after an orgasm, distant and in a rush to 'wrap things up'. I know that feeling sometimes so I didn't let it bother met. I knew at some point I would have to ask him about this, especially if this was to happen again. Meeting Jim Again After being with Jim at his house I decided to give it a few days before reaching out and starting up a conversation and possible connection again. Before I could reach out, Jim sent me an email saying how wonderful the other day was and how much he loved me sucking his cock, my sentiments exactly, but I didn't want him to know how eager I was to suck his cock again. Plus, I didn't want to be told to leave right away, I still wasn't sure about that scene. I waited as long as I could and then sent a reply. "Jim. I had a wonderful time with you too. I think your body and cock are so amazing and I loved tasting you and having your shoot your load in my mouth." I was getting hard now just emailing him. "I would love to taste you again, and maybe even more. Please let me know when you have time to get together again" I signed the email and sent it. I was so horny now thinking about his gorgeous cock and all of that precum. I was hoping to hear back from Jim soon. It didn't take long before I heard back. Jim suggested I come over tomorrow for a repeat performance. I agreed immediately. The next day I made the drive out to Jim's house. This time Jim was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jim gave me a big hug and I could tell he was aroused already. "Great to see you again Tim, I have thought a lot about you". As we parted, I said "same here Jim, I have thought a lot about you and your cock." Jim said, "good baby, I want to show you my cock". I just smiled, and Jim took my hand and let me to the bathroom, which was off his bedroom and had two entries. We entered via the hallway and Jim stopped, turned to face me and took off his t-shirt. as I stood there, Jim reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, he was not wearing underwear and he pulled his big cock out, which was growing very hard, very quickly. "suck my cock Tim, I have a big load for you", Jim said. Of course I wanted more, but couldn't help but indulge myself on his gorgeous cock. I quickly knelt and took his shaft in my hand. There we were, in Jim's bathroom. His jeans unbuttoned, opened, cock hard and me on my knees taking in that gorgeous big cock! Jim kept up the hot talk, which turned me on even more. "yeah suck that cock baby. I want to swallow my hot cum load". Yes, he was turning me on and I just kept going on his cock, swallowing his precum when I could, and moaning in response. I knew Jim was getting closer, his cock was so hard now and swelling. I had already started jacking my cock with my other free hand and wanted to cum when Jim did. Jim put his hand on my head, slighly pulling my head back a bit, then with his free hand wrapped it around his cock. "I am cumming, uuuuuummm. open your mouth for me baby". I opened my mouth wide, and put my tongue out. Jim had pulled his cock out enough that he could stroke his cock and and then he started cumming....I could feel each jet of his hot cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat. As soon as he shot twice I started cumming with him. I moaned loudly and shot my cum all over his leg and feet. "fuck yes boy, cum. take my cum in your mouth", Jim said while he continued to shoot. when he stopped shooting he eased back into my mouth. "swallow all of my load baby boy". I was swallowing and getting every bit of cum I could out of his balls and into my mouth. When there was no more cum, I took control of his shaft and gently cleaned the top of his cock. I finally let go and leaned back, letting his gorgeous softening cock fall free. I admired it so much. Jim leaned down and said, "thank you Tim, I needed to cum so bad". He then leaned in and kissed me, letting me taste his tongue and share the remnants of his hot load with him. When he broke free I looked down at his feet that had my cum dripping on them. "sorry about cumming on your feet Jim", I said and looked up at him. "oh, no worries at all, it was very hot!" Jim said. Jim helped me up, asking, "do you want to clean up before you go?". Immediately I knew I was being sent on my way, once again. "No thanks", is all I said and got organized enough to go. I started walking to the door, and let myself out as I heard Jim say, "great to see you". I looked back, "you too" I said and turned to leave. Puzzled by Jim After leaving Jim's place I was more puzzled than before and wasn't really sure where things stood between us. Yes, I absolutely loved sucking his cock, but I thought I let it known my interest was having him in me. I wondered if I should just wait the standard week for Jim to reach out or just throw my thoughts out there and realizing I might scare off this gorgeous man with a gorgeous cock. I just knew deep down I wouldn't be satisfied just sucking his cock all the time. Plus, how Jim ended things after our encounters was off putting to say the least. I typed out an email to Jim and fired it off. "Dear Jim, I hope you are doing well. I wasn't sure when I was going to hear from you again so I thought I should express some feelings I am having regarding us hooking up, getting together. First I should say I love your cock, sucking your cock, and your cum. I have really enjoyed this with you and believe you enjoy it too. However, there are two things that have been bugging me when and after we get together. As you already know, I consider myself to be more of a bottom and I thought last week I had shown you that by bending over your bed for you, but then again maybe it wasn't clear enough. I want your big cock in me so bad, I think you would be a perfect top man for me and could teach me how to be a great bottom. I am not very experienced in bottoming, but want to be and want you to teach me. The other thing is the way we depart when I visit you. It isn't really a departing, but rather you cumming and then showing me the door. While enjoying your cock I am fully into it, but after you it is another story. It seems you can't wait to get me out of your house. I just don't understand that. Like I said before, maybe this just ran it's course and I may not hear from you, but I really want to understand you. I hope to hear from you, Tim" and I hit sent. I waited for a few minutes, thinking of Jim's cock and how perfect I thought it was, but after time had gone by I realized Jim wasn't going to respond any time soon. So be it, time to move on. Before I left for work I checked one more time, nothing. When I got home from work I debated about checking my email but ultimately decided to check it and maybe jump on Adam4Adam. To my surprise, there was a response from Jim. "Dear Tim, please let me say I am sorry for my behavior both times, I honestly feel terrible and felt bad after you left both times. I truly was afraid if we interacted much I would want you to stay and then things might progress into something more, something more physical. I am so fucking turned on by you and afraid how things will get out of hand to easy with you. All of this is not good to say over email, you can't really see my reaction or feel my apology. Tim, I am sorry. If you would like to come out again, please do. Maybe Saturday? We can just sit and talk, there is something I need to tell you anyways, and I feel bad I have waited this long. please let me know if you can come. Jim" Wow, I wasn't quite sure what to say. On one hand I was very hesitant to run out to meet with Jim, I felt as thought I would end up sucking his cock and him kicking me out. I didn't want that again. On the other hand I wanted to hear what he had to say and let him explain his behavior. It took me about fifteen minutes to decide. I responded to Jim's email. "Jim, Thank you for your words. You really turn me on, but I need to feel as though I am not a receptacle for your cum load. I need to know why you always want me to get out of your house. I will be over Saturday around noon. See you then, Tim" I still wasn't sure if this was the right way to go with him, but I really wanted to know, and deep down Jim really turned me on. Weakness is my lust. Saturday arrived and I was actually nervous and excited to be heading to Jim's again today. I showered and cleaned out, not really thinking that this will lead to him fucking me, but out of caution for anything to happen. I dressed pretty casually; shorts, jock, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt. I would play with my cock on the drive out to Jim's, thinking back to his big wet cock and his cum loads that I loved. As I entered his drive way, I had settled down and the butterflies had come back to rest in my stomach. I didn't have to knock on the screen door, Jim was waiting for me and opened the screen door. "So good to see you Tim, thank you for coming out", he said while pulling me in for a hug. Jim was wearing loose fitting gym shorts, a dark green color, and a blue t-shirt. I hugged him back. This long hug lasted a little while, which felt great. "Please come in. I was sitting in the living room enjoying a glass of wine. Not sure if you are interested, but if you are just let me know". Because I was so nervous, I agreed to a glass of wine. Jim smiled and poured me a glass of red from a bottle he had open on the counter. He handed me the glass and asked me to follow him to the living room. Jim's glass was on the coffee table in front of a very nice, 'comfortable', couch. Jim sat at one end and I at the other. Jim faced me on the end cushion, pulling his legs up under him folded. As I sat down opposite him, I almost got to glimpse up his shorts and thought for a second I could see his soft uncut cock, but that must have been my imagination. I had taken my shoes off prior to sitting down so now I was able to get comfortable like he was. I reached my glass out to towards him, "cheers". Jim got his glass and clinked his glass to mine, "cheers Tim. Thank you so much for coming out to talk." Jim kept his glass in his hand and said, "Tim, I would love to kiss you right now, but I know I need to talk to you first". I just smiled. Jim continued, "Tim again I have to say I am sorry for my behavior when you were here last, the last two times. It was very rude of me, so I need you to know I am sorry. I hope you can forgive me." "I do forgive you Jim. What do you need to tell me?". Jim took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Tim, when you were here last week and we had gone into my bedroom. We got naked and before we got on the bed you managed to get in front of me, bent over my bed. I can't tell you what that did to me, and my cock. I was so turned on, obviously leaking like crazy, and I wanted to bend you over further and eat your ass, and slide my big cock into you. Sorry to be so blunt, but that is the truth". I didn't understand, that is what I wanted, and if he wanted it to...this wasn't making sense, and I told Jim so. "why didn't you?" Jim looked at me intently. "Tim I didn't try and fuck you because I am HIV positive. It was already bad enough I was leaking like crazy and the thought of my precum getting in your hole somehow, I just didn't want that to happen." I was now silent. This man, that I was lusting over so badly, was poz? What the fuck! My luck. "Jim, what in the fuck? You never mentioned that in our conversations nor in your profile online." I immediately saw Jim deflate a little and felt bad for that harsh reaction. I continued, "Sorry Jim. Truly I am not upset about you being poz, not at all. I just wish I had known, that you had told me from the beginning". "I know Tim, I am sorry. I wanted to tell you that first time you came out, but you were so hot and I was so horny, I needed to cum so bad. Honestly, when you bent over the bed, I almost gave in. My wet cock was laying in your crack, leaking above your ass. I know you wanted me to fuck you, or I think you wanted me to fuck you, but I didn't tell you and told myself I couldn't." I could now see Jim's cock beginning to show beneath those shorts and this embolden me to ask questions. "Jim, can I ask you something?" I said. "of course Tim, anything you want". I thought about how to ask, "are you on medication?" "Yes Tim, I have been for years now". I continued, "so doesn't that make the chance of me getting pozzed unlikely?". "yes, in a way. me being on meds makes it a lot harder for you to become infected, there is still that small chance, especially if we were to have raw sex on a frequent basis." Jim waited a minute to let me think about that, but continued, "don't get me wrong Tim, since I have become positive, I rarely have protected sex with condoms, but if you would feel more comfortable with that I would gladly do that." I sat in silence for a moment, thinking about Jim, sex with Jim, safe sex with Jim, and then raw sex with Jim. Then I looked at him, "Jim, thank you for saying that. really. For me, I think if we were to have safe sex, I probably wouldn't want to have sex. You turn me on very much, and your cock is amazing", I started blushing a little bit, "I want to feel you in me naturally, no condom". Jim smiled then said, "you are just so damn cute, and hot. Thank you Tim. If it happens we now won't worry about that". Jim drank the last bit of his wine, stood, and offered me a refill, "care for me to top you off", while reaching for my glass. I handed Jim my glass, but it was now that I noticed Jim's cock was certainly semi hard and I could make out a wet spot on his shorts. I was just staring. Jim noticed, "sorry Tim but you got me going with that last statement. When I start to get hard, hiding my dick is one thing, but my wet spots. not really that easy", and he laughed. "When you get back Jim, I have another question for you, I hope that is ok?". I said. "Of course Tim, anything you want to ask is ok with me." Jim trailed off, but added, "I want to share it all with you", and he winked at me. This started setting me off. Jim walked back into the kitchen, and he seemed harder in his shorts than he was just a minute ago. When Jim returned with two glasses his cock had softened a little, but his shorts were wet, wetter than they were. Jim handed me my glass and sat down on his side, facing me. "cheers Tim, here is to new found friendships and fun". We clinked glasses and Jim said, "ok Tim, what would you like to know?" Looking at Jim I asked, "do you really like fucking Jim? I mean I wasn't sure for a moment." Jim put his glass down and jumped up, "hold that question Tim. Would you mind if I get a little more comfortable?" "Of course not, take your time". Jim walked off quickly to the bedroom. I heard him opening things, and within in a few minutes Jim returned. As he walked past me he had a bare ass, with only a thin jock running between his ass cheeks. He had removed his shorts and put on a jock. Jim sat down again and grabbed his wine glass. I was checking out the front of his jock now. The jock he chose was made of mesh material and you could see all of Jim's big cock packed tightly in this material. "Ok, sorry, I feel much better now. My shorts were going to get wet and sticky, better to have some flow". He laughed. "What did you ask? Oh right, do I really like fucking? Simple answer is fuck yes I do". I took a sip of the wine, "ok, what do you like about it?" I could immediately see Jim's eyes glaze over and his cock started to get hard. "oh Tim, where to start? To me, there is nothing sexier than seeing my skin covered cock head resting on a wet tight hole, just before starting to push in. Fuck, I love that. I also love that feeling of my bare cock inside of a hot tight ass. Knowing that I am leaking more and more precum in him and seeing that on my cock as I pull out". Jim reached down with one hand and squeezed his now swollen cock through that mesh material. "damn I love it. You know that when I became poz I stopped having that type of hot sex with men, unless they were already poz, but on meds." Jim let go of his cock and looked at me. "Tim, what about you? You like to be fucked, right? How much experience do you have being fucked or have with raw sex?" Jim then caught me off guard, he put down his glass of wine and leaned over to my side of the couch, kissed me fully, and said "please make yourself comfortable too if you like". He then sat back down and got his glass of wine. I thought to myself, sure. I set my wine down then stood up and dropped by shorts so now both Jim and I were wearing jocks. Mine wasn't as sexy as Jim's, but it left my ass open and that felt great. "Thank you Jim, feel much more relaxed now". I said as I grabbed my wine, but purposely pulled both of my feet up on the couch in a way that my hole was slight exposed to Jim, although slightly covered by my jock. I saw Jim looking right at my hole for a second then he refocused on me. "so, to your question, absolutely I like being fucked. Since I started experimenting with men, mutual jack off sessions or sucking cock at a video theater, I knew I wanted to be fucked, that is where every fantasy or every porn viewing session ends, me wanting to the bottom of a total top man." As I had been talking, One of Jim's hands had dropped to his hard cock and slowly rubbed it through the mesh material. As he did that, I had subconsciously lowered one of my hands and rubbed my ass cheek right along my jock, in my crack. He was so hot to watch. Jim broke my focus, "that is hot Tim, thank you for sharing. And what about raw sex with a man? have you done that already, or have you always wanted to?" I was no looking at Jim again. Thinking back to a few of the men I have let fuck me. "Yes, I have certainly thought about it, and I have had a man in me raw, but he didn't cum in me." Jim quickly asked, "did you want him to?" All I could say, "yes". "Nice", Jim said. He pulled his jock aside and let his big dripping dick out. Even from my end of the couch I could see his cock leaking down his shaft, without him even stroking. Jim started to get up, "baby I need to get a towel for this leaking, be right back". He stood and walked past me into the bedroom/bathroom. While Jim was out I put my wine down, stood and removed my jock. Just felt much better to be free. I sat back down, grabbed my wine, and awaiting Jim's return. This time when Jim returned I could see his big hard dick bouncing in the air as he walked by, cloth in hand. I did have my feet up again so Jim would see my bare hole. Jim sat back down and that cloth in his hand. "damn leaking" and he laughed. Jim then noticed my hand down near my bare hole. "very glad you decided to get more comfortable. And I don't want to embarrass you at all Tim, but your bare hole looks so fucking sexy." I did blush a little, but thanked Jim. "so, this man, you wanted him to cum in you, did you know his status, Tim"? I paused a moment, then almost feeling bad about my decision back then. "I did not know his status. it was just very in the moment and the chemistry was right". Jim nodded in understand, "I have been there, I know Tim." While nodding his understanding, Jim was still patting his cock head dry, as he was still leaking. "Jim, you precum so much, do you ever use lube?" "Sometimes I do Tim, it just depends on the situation. My precum is very slick and is a great natural lube. Wanna see?" I had already felt Jim's precum, and tasted it, and began to mention this, but Jim had already gotten up, leaving his cloth behind, and knelt before me. He took his leaking cock in one hand and stroked it a few long hard strokes with a huge amount of precum on his index finger. I thought Jim was going to let me touch it again, but he said "not with your fingers Tim". He reached for my open ass with that same index finger and looked at me, "spread your ass for me Tim". In a little shock, with my one hand, I spread my ass cheek apart, exposing my hole. Jim reached down and starting rubbing his precum soaked finger all over my tight hot hole. It felt absolutely amazing. "See? It is pretty good lube, but if a guy only leaks a little bit it can just become more sticky after some fucking", Jim said as he pulled his finger back and sat back down. I was still in shock, I watched Jim sit back down, cock still rock hard and leaking. I asked him, "Can I try a little more?" as I got up to went to him. I grabbed his big cock and stroked it two or three times, really getting a good about on my fingers. I sat back down across from Jim and spread my legs wider. Watching him, I inserted my fingers, covered with his precum, into my tight hole. I started moaning and sliding my fingers in and out. Jim rose off the couch and reached for my hand, "I need to fuck you Tim, do you want that too?" "Yes baby, please fuck me now!" I took Jim's hand and he led me to the bedroom. I still felt a little wetness around my hole and couldn't wait for me! "Tim, bend over the bed like you did that day". I smiled and bent over the bed, just as I did that day I tried to let Jim know I was interested in him fucking me. Jim knelt, spread my ass apart, and drove his tongue into me! I immediately squirmed.with pleasure. Jim took hold of my ass cheeks and spread me open further so he could shove his face in my ass. I was moaning, "fuck that feels good Jim. I need you to fuck me, please". My cock was hard and leaking on Jim's bed. after a few minutes of Jim assaulting my hole with his tongue, He gave my crack one long lick and then stood up. "Tim, turn around and look at my hard cock drip. I am going to fuck you with this cock. Do you want me?" Jim's cock was so hard, and leaking down his shaft. "Yes please baby". I jumped up on the bed, on my back, and pulled my legs up so Jim knew I wanted him NOW. Jim started running his fingers through my crack across my wet hole. He then grabbed his cock and started squeezing out gobs of precum. Each time taking the sweet natural lube and rubbing it up and down, over my hole, and inside of me. This went on for half a minute or more until Jim said, "there Tim, I think you are ready". With his cock in one hand, and the other hand spreading my ass cheeks apart, Jim eased his wet cock head right to my ring. "Your ass looks so good and tight baby boy, push out a little for me baby", Jim said. I started to push out a little bit while staring at Jim's face. Jim was looking down at his cock head slowly entering my hole. My mouth dropped open as I felt his cock head finally open me up and push through. That first pop of a nice cock entering you, it felt amazing and the look on Jim's face confirmed that he was feeling the same sensations on his cock. Jim started rocking his his body in and out gently, letting my hole get used to his cock. With each slide forward Jim entered me a little more. His hand had moved from his cock to my leg, and now he was holding both of my legs up while rocking his cock in and out. I could really feel my ass getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of Jim's cock. He was leaking a tremendous amount of precum in my neg ass and I was loving it. "Fuck Jim, I love your precum", I moaned Jim looked at me and smiled, hands holding up my legs, and then pushed in the remaining inches until I could look down and see his pubes pushed against my balls. I was so full of this perfect man! Jim let go of my legs and leaned down so his face was above my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him in me. Looking me in the eyes, Jim said, "I am so deep in you Tim, and leaking so much. do you like it?" whispering to him I said, "yes Jim, I love your cock and precum". Jim ground a little deeper into me, kissed me and then said, "it is my poz precum Tim, is that ok?" "yes!", I said. Looking into his eyes I continued, "please give me all of your juice baby" and kissed him back harder. Jim growled a little broke the kiss. He raised up, as I released my leg grip on him, took my legs and put them over his shoulders, and started pulling his cock out of me. Then he pushed back in. Tim built up a nice rythm to this, going a little faster with each thrust in me. I looked down at my own cock, I was so hard and leaking a little puddle above my pubes. I loved the way this man fucked. Jim saw me looking at my cock leaking and pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and laid it next to my cock, he was still leaking, next to my puddle. "Our cocks look so good together Tim". I was now touching Jim's big, uncut cock. "Jim, I fucking love your big cock and how much you leak. damn you are sexy." I looked up at him while running my fingers through his precum mess. "baby, my ass is so empty, please fill me again". "Tim, once I am back in your ass, I am not pulling out until I fall out. Are you ok with that?". "fuck yes baby, please cum in me". Jim took some of his precum from the tip of his cock, and inserted a covered finger in my mouth. As I sucked on his finger, Jim said, "fuck yes boy, I need to cum in you so bad". Jim took his finger out of my mouth, grabbed his cock and lined it up with my loosened hole. He worked his cockhead back in past my ass ring then looked up at me as he sank all nine inches of that gorgeous cock into me. My head fell back as I took all of him. Once he stopped, I felt he was buried in me. "get ready Tim, time to let go". Jim then pulled all the way out and shoved back in slowly. He started picking up his pace. With one hand he reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking me at the same pace he was now fucking me. His pace just kept picking up and soon Jim was pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. Then he slowed down again, looked at me and asked, "ready for my cum load Tim?". "yes baby, fuck me, cum deep in me, give me your hot poz cum". That was all it took. Jim slid all the way into me and jacked my cock hard. "I am cumming boy" and I felt his cock swell inside of me and oh fuck, I felt the shot of his hot cum deep in me. that was all my cock needed, I started exploding all over my stomach at the same time. As I was cumming, Jim bent down to my face again, speaking to me softly. "feel my cum baby boy? I am breeding you as I should do all the time". I couldn't agree more. I looked into Jim's eyes, "please fuck me again Jim. I want to go home with two of your hot loads in me". Jim kissed me deep as he slowly slid out of my now seeded hole. Later that night, with me riding him, Jim gave me another of his hot loads deep in my ass. Epilogue: Jim and I continued to hand out and fuck throughout the summer. After roughly two and a half months Jim finally made me like him. I spent a week at Jim's house, with him helping me and taking care of me, and seeding me whenever I could do that for him. We had a lot of fun after the summer until later that year when Jim had to move for work. It was a tough decision to let Jim go, but it wasn't a good time for me to leave. We stayed connected for a long time, even after Jim found a great bottom man. I will always remember Jim, and even got his initials and a plus sign, tattooed on my ass cheek "JS+ 2012"

Chapter 2 – We Get Into It Chapter 1 recounts my meeting and first date with Jeff. We caught each other’s eye at a party, and he came over for dinner the following weekend. We’re now in my bedroom, stripped down to our jockstraps and getting ready for some more fun. Jeff chuckled when he saw the toys and lube. He pulled out one of the larger toys, the lube, and two bottles of poppers. While he lubed up the toy, I kept sucking his cock, occasionally moving down to lick that sweet area between his balls and his hole. If I was reading the signals, I’d get to his hole soon enough. His hair held some great aromas, and I enjoyed sniffing and licking around his cock and balls. He seemed to be a heavy precummer, so I had a steady stream of sweet fluid to swallow. “Get on your back, legs in the air,” he commanded in his deep, sexy voice. I moved to the edge of the bed and assumed the position. He knelt on the floor in front of my ass and spent some time kneading my cheeks and spreading me open. Then, he buried his face in my ass. Getting rimmed is a favorite of mine. It is a deeply sensual action, and Jeff was very good at it. He licked around my hole, dragging his tongue slowly over it, getting me ready for more. Once he zeroed in on my hole, I pulled my legs back to give him the best access possible. Jeff licked around the outside of my hole, using his tongue to lubricate my pucker. He slipped the tip of his tongue in a few times, eliciting a moan from me each time. Also, my hole would reflexively tighten up around his tongue each time. Then, he drilled his tongue into my ass. Fuck, he was good at this! My hole was throbbing around his tongue, and he kept moving deeper into my ass. Then, he’d pull back out and suck and lick the outer parts of my hole. He was definitely prepping it for more. Jeff moved back from my ass and picked up the dildo again. He used it to rub up and down my ass crack, liberally distributing the lube all over. The dildo he had chosen was the original Drew Sebastian cock. It was true to life and included a molded Prince Albert to match Drew’s. Even though it was one of my smaller toys, it was still a great ride. He kept teasing my ass with the toy. As he was rubbing it around, he would sometimes pause over my hole, pushing the toy inside just a small amount. My hole responded well to this, and I wanted to get the whole thing inside me. When he’d do that, I would push my ass further down on the dildo, but Jeff clearly wanted to be the one in control of this fuck. Finally, he pushed the head of the toy into me. My ass opened up to absorb the toy, and he kept pushing as it moved deeper into me. Jeff kept moving it in until he got it all the way to the balls. “Man, that went in easily,” he said. “My ass can take a lot,” I replied with a grin. His grin in response turned me on even more since that gave him permission to explore more. Jeff expertly fucked me with the dildo. He was not only moving it back and forth, but he was also changing the angle and adding in some shaking and vibrations. My cock was still contained in my jockstrap, and there was a growing wet spot as my dick spewed out precum while he worked my ass. I picked up the poppers and prepared to take a hit. Jeff drove the dildo deep and held it while I opened the bottle. First, I offered it to him, but he shook his head no, so I took two deep hits, holding the second in for as long as I could. I capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed next to me. My legs spread even wider as the fumes took hold of my brain, and Jeff responded appropriately. Now that I was flying from the poppers, he started to pound my hole with the toy. He was moving it in and out at a fast pace, sometimes even pulling it all the way out. That re-entry is always a thrill, and my cock was leaking like a faucet. I was writhing my ass around on the bed, enjoying all the sensations of having a hot stud fuck my ass with a huge dildo. The poppers wore off, and Jeff pulled the toy out of my ass. He caressed my hole, expressing pleasure at the beginnings of a gape. He’d dip a finger or two in from time to time, working those around inside me. “My turn,” he said, handing me the dildo. “Do you want the same one?” I asked. “You know I do! Drew is one of my fantasy tops.” I hoped Drew was one of his fantasy fists, too! We swapped places. When I knelt on the floor, I could feel how open my ass was. Jeff looked so sexy, with his cock and balls hanging out the side of his jock and his beautiful, hairy ass spread open in front of me. Since I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, I began by moving my mouth and tongue over his ass. I like feeling the fur on a man’s ass against my face, so I rubbed my beard all over his hairy ass. Then, I started to focus on his hole. It looked so enticing, sitting there, surrounded by hair. He was pulsing it in anticipation, and I went in for a few licks. When my tongue made contact with his hole, he groaned and shivered in delight. I made out with his hole, using some suction and ensuring that it was well lubricated with my spit. He picked up the poppers and offered them to me. I declined and waited while he inhaled the potent fumes. Once they hit, I drove my tongue fully into his hole. Jeff started to ride my tongue, pushing his ass back and forth on my protruding tongue. I love it when a guy does this since he is using me to provide him pleasure. It’s also a complete pleasure for me to tongue fuck a man. We rimmed liked this for a while until he started to slow down on his thrusts. I kept my tongue deep inside him and used it to probe around. I was licking his inner hole and enjoying all the great sensations. His velvety hole surrounded my tongue, and my nose was buried in his musky fur. It held that great scent of ass mixed with a little bit of sweat. I’m sure he was as eager for this as I was. Now, it was time for the dildo. I pulled my face back, picked up the dildo, and showed it to him. He nodded, so I proceeded to work it into his ass. Once it was about halfway in, his ass pulled the rest of it in. I let it rest there for a moment, tapping on the base to let him feel the vibrations as the huge toy filled his ass. I fucked Jeff with the dildo for a long time. There were points where he’d push his ass back and forth on the toy and other times where I would be the one in control. I discovered that he liked it when the dildo was used to expand his hole, so I pulled it most of the way out and then circled it around inside him. This helped his hole to open more and, from his moans, made him feel great. I pulled the dildo out and sat back on my haunches, gazing at Jeff’s fine-looking hole. “How late can you stay?” I asked. “I have to be at work on Monday,” he replied with a sly grin. Oh yeah, this could be a great weekend! “Get dressed again. We’re going to play a game.” He looked at me quizzically but was open to it. We reset our jockstraps and pulled on jeans, shirts, and socks. Now, I would learn more about this sexy man and what he was up for.

New chapter! This is 2/3 of this prequel, and yes, this is the sex scene! Enjoy ❤️ ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Part -1: |||| |||| “We don’t go by names around here, prince. Let that big cock do the introductions.” He lowered my boxers to reveal my slightly larger than average cock. He cupped my balls with his right hand and immediately deepthroated my dick, all while keeping the pipe safe. As he kept sucking another top showed up. He held my by the neck, french kissed me — his tongue felt cold as he was drinking something — and grabbed another bottom to take care of his cock. The one sucking me off stopped for a bit, took out a lighter from his jockstrap pouch (smart) and started smoking the pipe. Another bottom showed up, grabbed my cock, and stared at me asking for approval, to which I nodded. He did not hesitate to take care of me, almost expertly handling my dick inside of his mouth with only a couple of gags. The night is a blur in my memory in some spots, but I remember at one point I had fucked at least 4 guys that night. I had never had sex with that many people period, let alone that many people in one night. I started fucking the fifth one with quite a bit of stamina to spare (I have to say, even in my first time I could last a lot, which is how I was able to get away with lying to James about not being a virgin). I fucked him hard, with deep, ample strokes, which make loud smacks between our skins in the middle of loud moans and ‘fuck yeah’s. Another bottom came up to us, kissing the one I was fucking while stroking him. He whispered something to him, which made him put his legs down signaling me to stop. The other bottom quickly got to work on my cock, cleaning off the mix of saliva and mucosa that had accumulated from fucking that many people. He was really good at it, but seemingly struggled to keep his jaw fully open. At one point, his bottom teeth kept scraping a bit against my skin and glans, which I did not mind much until he did it particularly hard, enough to make me wince. He got up, apologized to me and explained he had jaw problems so keeping his jaw open for long was tiring, thus the extra teeth. I told him it was okay and I wasn’t mad, but he still moved on to getting on all fours, revealing his tallied back and a marker held by his jockstrap strap. He had taken 9 loads so far. I decided I’d be the tenth. I stuck my dick in him, and it burnt a bit where his bottom teeth scraped hard. It wasn’t painful and it went away quickly, so I didn’t pay attention to it. I could immediately feel all of the loads in him surround my cock, and it was one of the best feelings it had ever experienced. The warmth, the slickness, it was heavenly. I let myself fully have at his ass — he was very well broken in, after all. He moaned loud. Very loud. Grab a lot of people’s attention loud. We seemed to have attracted a crowd of onlookers to watch us, so many people stroking while they spectated me giving this random person whose face I don’t even remember the fuck of his life. I even spot James in the crowd, and when I did he turned around and walked away, which I thought was to get fucked by someone else. I kept on fucking this guy, when I got really close to cumming. “You want your tenth load?” I exclaimed. “Yes sir, please give me your cum sir!” “Yeah you whore? You want another stranger’s load?” “Please sir give me your load!” With a body-shaking growl, I came deep in his guts. I don’t know how much cum I let out, but it might have been in the top 5 largest ejaculations that have spurted out from my penis. I grabbed the marker and marked his back diagonally, as I became in fact his 10th load of the night. Spent, I put my cock close to his mouth for him to clean up, which he did subtly, no teeth this time. I pet his head and messed his hair up a bit (which in hindsight was probably either the hottest thing or the dorkiest thing I could’ve done for him). Went up to the bar to get my clothes back, put them on, seeked around for James but couldn’t find him. The guy that went up to me first tapped my shoulder. “Oh, you’re still here? I thought you guys had left.” He looked at me confused. “No, why do you say that?” “I saw him leave when that crowd gathered, I figured you left with him.” Discreetly I looked out the window. Effectively, he took my car home and left me here. I got a cab home and eventually found him watching TV on the couch. “You had fun, Brett?” “Why did you leave without telling me?” “You were busy with that guy, didn’t want to bother you.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone. “You know it’s not that. Why are you bothered?” “I’m not bothered. I was just tired and wanted to come home.” I knew that wasn’t the truth, but I knew this was not gonna go well if I continued in that moment, so I let it go. We went to sleep that night completely silent. I wanted to bring up what that guy told me as well, but knew better than that for the moment.

Sunday was a nice clear day. I decided to go to club Orlando although usually on a Sunday not too crowded When I got there I was amazed as it was crowded. I got a room and was getting ready. I always clean out before I go As I was getting ready this young Latin guy stopped by. He was right to the point. He said nice ass can I fuck it? He came in closed the door and revealed a wonderful thick cock. I took a hit of poppers and he lubed my hole He then said he only fucks raw and cums inside. Fine and he proceeded to fuck me He was long lasting and fucked me in several positions After about 30 min of pounding my ass he said I am coming. He shot a huge load in me and pumped several times He said thanks and put on his towel to leave. I looked at my watch I was in club only 50 min and was already dripping cum out my ass. Great start to the afternoon

Funny enough, I spent an hour there yesterday(Monday) around noon, I prefer the arcade over the theater. I like the top booth by the soda machine, I cover the TV, pull my shorts down to my knees and bend over the chair with my ass up watching the gloryhole for dick I position myself so my ass is just showing out the edge of the booth, it is up for free use. No talking is needed and no load is refused. Just slide in. (And they do) With the TV covered and being that top booth, it is dark and can be anonymous. On Monday I was able to get breed 4 times and sucked maybe 8 dicks, I find that it starts with the GH and then they walk around to finish in me. Usually go Fridays at noon.

Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.

Well after 3 weeks of no luck at my favorite bathhouse Chute, I went to the other bathhouse here in Phoenix Flex and oh wow what a day. I got fucked 8 times and took 5 loads (my new record). I got tag teamed in the main play room and also the steam room, took a load while ass up in my room and almost fisted twice. My asshole was gaping and a bit sore when I finally decided to leave, I will definitely be going back again.

Same… leather gear and jockstraps in porn were my first introduction into more heavy stuff. I’d fantasize about me being geared up and serving cock. It definitely helped when I met my first Daddy. He took me to another level and introduced me to more extreme stuff in porn.

Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural". Dave loved the praise he was getting from Niall, it made him feel special. He was so spun and horny, all he wanted was to make Niall feel good, to impress the older man. "Fuck!", he moaned fixing his eyes on Niall who was now increasing the pace and tempo of his thrusts. All he could think was, "God, I could ride this whore all night". Both men were now visibly wet from sweating, Niall was relentless in his pounding of Dave's hole, he was becoming more and more aggressive as he kept his apprentice pinned down beneath him. Dave was clearly on board at this point so Dave was able to really let loose. "Yeah, that's it boy, you take cock so well, gonna train you up properly". Looking up Dave could see drops of perspiration steadily drip from Niall's hairy torso, feeling them as they landed on his own smooth, moist skin. The high he felt was amazing, seeing the stud he admired looking down at him with an animal lust, no woman had ever made him feel this way. As Niall was now jackhammering into him Dave was starting to feel a bit more discomfort, "Aghhh, slow down he pleaded". Niall had no time for this, he moved his hands, his left moving on top of the younger man's chest while his right made its way to his throat, "Shhh, don't worry buddy, you'll be okay, you're a big strong boy. You can take it". "Oh yeah boy, you're so fucking sexy", Niall was moaning and breathing heavily now, he was close. Dave was taking slow, quick breaths, the hand around his throat making it difficult to fully catch his breath as his hands grasped the cushions under him. "Niall, man please, slow down" he managed to get out in between gasps. His words fell on deaf ears, Naill's eyes were blank, staring down on Dave, he was completely lost to horniness now, his teeth were gritted and sweat was flowing down his face, "Oh god you're so sexy, I'm so close". His breathing became shallower and this thrusts almost violent as he was reaching his finale. The room was near silent, Tommo watched wordlessly now, slowly stroking, the only sounds were Dave's groans and skin slapping skins as Niall moved back and forth into his younger apprentice. "Shit, I'm gonna blow", Dave's eyes widened, he suddenly sobered up realizing he hadn't considered the endgame of what he had gotten into. Niall's movements suddenly slowed but became harder as he neared his climax, his grip on Dave's throat tightened, preventing the nineteen year old from begging him to pull out. "Oh fuck" escaped Niall's lips as he blew. He stood rigid as his cock spasmed; multiple shots erupted into the apprentice's guts, filling him up. Niall fell on top of Dave, his head landing on his apprentice's shoulder, his cock still half hard, still inside the younger lad. Both men were breathing hard, Niall exhausted from his efforts, Dave in shock at taking another man's load inside him. Niall turned his head as he was catching his breath, "Fuck" he gasped, "not shot like that in a long time". With that he started nuzzling Dave's neck slowly bringing his lips to it, kissing it. This continued for some time as he alternated between kissing the younger lad and whispering praise to him, "You're such a good fuck", kiss, "Can't believe how well you take cock", kiss, "I'm so glad I got you over", kiss, "Don't worry buddy, I'm gonna take care of you", kiss. Dave was in a daze, he could hear Niall speaking, feel his lips on his neck, the older man's hands on his body, the cock inside him, feeling less full as it softened. His own cock was trapped up against Niall's stomach, still soft from the T but his horniness was real. His mind was cloudy, he knew he liked what had happened but at the same time he felt he shouldn't have. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Dave, finally recovered enough, rose himself up and out of the man lying beneath him on couch. Stepping back Niall gave Dave another look, "God, what a sexy little fucker" he thought as the other man lay there, sweat drenched, cum slowly dripping from his ass. He turned to Tommo, "right, I need a break" he declared, gonna have a shower and a quick lie down. Need to recharge". Dave was regaining his awareness by now, he watched Niall's hairy ass exiting the room and began to sit up. "Oi, Oi, whatta boy", Dave turned his head, suddenly aware that he had forgotten about Tommo. "Alright Davey boy, my turn" Tommo said, giving Dave a wink while licking his lips.

I'd like to start a thread for sharing bareback videos filmed before PrEP was available (2013 and older). I find really arousing knowing are so horny they don't care about the risk of HIV and just want to enjoy the sex. Here are some examples of the videos I'm looking for: Bobby Garcia let one of his "straight" paid actor fuck him bareback in the height of the HIV epidemics (1990s): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hott-marine-top-vs-bobby-garcia-xh480uI Slut is barebacked by two guys. By the quality of the video it must be before 2010: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/meet-our-bitch-2300978. Anon Cumdump get bred by stranger from Craiglist (estimated to be ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/married-craigslist-walks-in-breeds-slut-hard-3440594 Black Bitch get bred by two strangers from Craiglist (estimated ~2010): [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/2-white-top-breed-thick-black-ass-4696075 Famous Brittish cumdump taking loads in the Woods. I remember seeing many of his videos in the early 2010: [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/cumdump-bottom-taking-load-after-load-cruising-in-park/

Two years ago, I wrote "In Sickness" and published it here: I posted it from my previous account, which I deleted after some impulsive purging. When I decided to come back, especially after writing this prequel, BZ was going through its confirmation email issues, so I had to wait for them to be resolved. Now I'm back, though, and I'm excited to share this one! "Scorpioned" happens before "In Sickness" and while "In Sickness" is narrated by the character Casey, "Scorpioned" is narrated by Brett. There's only three parts to it, and don't worry, there is a sex scene. I've also decided to write the sequel, and that'll come soon! It's up to you which one you want to read first, but if you've already read "In Sickness", I'm sure you'll like some of the callbacks! Please enjoy. ☣️❤️ –––––––––––––––––– Part -2 (minus 2): We don't go by names around here “Damn, babe, your hairline’s receding already.” “How flattering of you.” I responded. That was my ex-boyfriend, James. In hindsight, he was a cunt. In hindsight, I kinda hated him. But in hindsight, I was too scared to be alone to let go of him. James was my first boyfriend. We met in college, but we didn’t hang out until someone invited both of us to a party. He didn’t pay attention to me very often in the party, and kept on misnaming me “Brent” for the whole night, but he talked to me more once he got drunk. He convinced me to have sex with him; originally I didn’t want to, but I caved. I was still a virgin at the time, but I didn’t tell him that. The sex was good, despite him being drunk. We kept on talking afterwards and eventually started our relationship. I loved him, but subconsciously I could tell he wasn’t as interested anymore. He respected me less, hung out less with me, he’d stay multiple nights with “friends” (he was cheating on me) instead of at our apartment. But I couldn’t bring myself to accept that the James I met in that party wasn’t here anymore. “I’m just being honest with you, princess. I can help you pay for the hair plugs if you want.” “What if I don’t want that? And I told you I don’t want you to call me princess.” “Yes you do, it’s not like anyone likes a balding dude. Good thing the lights won’t be bright over there.” “I still don’t know if I want to fuck just about anyone. Do you wanna get fucked by just about anyone?” “Don’t be a prude, dude, it’ll be fine! Or are you getting cold feet, princess?” “Stop it with the princess.” “If you’re ready get in the car, unless you’re a pussy.” I got in my car as a passenger and he drove us to this large house in the suburbs, where the music was loud. The door was open, so I guessed the orgy hadn’t started yet. We got in, got some drinks, and talked with the guys that had already arrived. Soon enough, the door and blinds were closed, the music volume increased, and some men were making out in the horizon. The orgy was starting. “Aww, you’re nervous, princess?” James asked. “A bit, but we’re here already, so why worry?” I answered in the middle of an eyeroll. “That’s the spirit, babe! Let’s do it!” I got close to him to kiss him, and he… just walked away to find another top. That shook me a bit, and I kinda retreated back. I felt a bit hurt. I stayed by the bar for a bit, until one of the other guys came up to me. He was this hairless, brown twink wearing an orange jockstrap, with medium-length black hair and hazel eyes. He was holding a glass pipe with some shard of Tina in. I don’t do that stuff, but I don’t mind if others do, I guess. “Hey handsome, why you so serious?” He said flirtatiously while rubbing my arm. “Oh, I’m just, uh, enjoying the view…” “You’re the only one remaining fully clothed, you come here alone?” “No, I came with my boyfriend. He’s over there.” I pointed at James. “Oh, him? He’s popular with the tops, isn’t he? You bagged a nice piece of ass! Look at him gobbling all those cocks. He was just like that last time.” “Last… time?” This shocked me. I thought, he must be talking before we were dating, right? They might be friends, right? “Yeah! I’ve never talked to the guy since I exclusively bottom, but I’ve seen him around. Anyway, why don’t you let your man have his fun and come to the other side with us? You can leave your clothes over here with the barman.” He said while groping my dick through my underwear. I didn’t know what to think at that point, I had so many emotions running though my head. But I didn’t want to think about that stuff at all anyway. I downed the cocktail I was drinking, took off most of my clothes, and mindlessly followed the guy. I’ll deal with that shit later. “What’s your name, by the way?” I asked the bottom. “We don’t go by names around here, prince. Let that big cock do the introductions.”

Spent a Wednesday afternoon at an LA arcade I'd heard of but hadn't been to yet. They had a theater too, but no one was in there when I asked the attendant. Paid my $6 and went back to the booths. There were about 20 booths, most with gloryholes in one or both sides - no doors, but a chain that you could pull across to let people know the booth was taken. Walked around the corner and saw a guy blowing the guy in the next booth through the gloryhole. He was in the entry, so he was on display while the other guy was around the corner in his booth. I knew it was gonna be a fun afternoon. Got the lay of the land - three main hallways of booths and a bathroom in the back. Settled into a booth with 2 holes, put some money in the machine and waited. 30 second later I had a cock slide in from the left. Short and thick. I dropped to my knees and sucked him hard. ended up being a nice 6 incher with a very fat mushroom. Sucked and slurped and licked and deep throated listening for what he liked best and felt him getting harder and breathing heavier. He shot quickly and I swallowed every delicious drop. He pulled out and I noticed someone at the other hole. Moved over to it and saw a young latin dude with his jeans around his ankles flopping his dick around to get my attention. This gloryhole was in the entry, so I was on full display to anyone walking by. I put my mouth up to the hole and he slid that foreskinned meat right in, He took a bit to get hard, but he pumped and pumped my mouth like he was fucking, so I stood up and turned around guiding him into my pre-lubed ass. He realized it was my ass and he REALLY started pumping - grunting and groaning and moaning until he shot. I felt the first blast, then just felt full as his pumping slowed and he eventually pulled out. I spun around and licked his dripping cock sliding my tongue under his foreskin to get all of his jizz. A few guys had walked by (or stopped to watch) as I was sucking and getting fucked. SO when one side opened up someone else replaced them. Back and forth I went from one hole to the other - daddy dick, young Asian dude in scrubs, workmen on their lunch break, college kid, latin daddy, short stocky white daddy, big black guy, nerdy hipster kid with a donkey dick.... I'd move from time to time to other booths, but eventually went back to the first one (my lucky booth). Sucked maybe 20 cocks, a dozen of them nutted down my throat. Got bred 9 times through the holes or sharing the booth as I sucked the guy next door. Definitely was a good time! I'll be back.

It's odd because in my case, it's the exact opposite. I'm more of a Cole Porter kind of guy in that respect - when it's too darned hot, my libido plunges. Come spring or fall, things skyrocket. Winter, it depends on the circumstances (maybe because winters here are so irregular, bouncing between a low in the teens one night up to a high in the 60's or 70's a few days later). There is a documented condition called Seasonal Affective Disorder - it's a type of depression that typically sets in somewhere in fall or early winter. It may be triggered by the shortening of day length and less sunlight, which isn't a stretch - we know, for example, that bird migration is mostly triggered by day length, or photoperiod. Even in species that migrate earlier or later in the calendar than most, it seems that when day length reaches a certain point, it triggers something in their DNA to alter behavior. I'd look into whether that could be your issue - there are treatments available, not just with medication but with other things like light boxes (exposing you to light that mimics sunlight, early in the morning, which seems to trigger chemical changes in the brain) and exercise.

No NEED TO CHEAT when you are both turned on by total promiscuity and your partner being a slut. Basically we granted each other LICENCE TO WHORE & SCORE! BEFORE MARRIAGE! Sometimes we play together, sometimes we don't. As liberal and limitless as that appears, there have to be boundaries, agreed upon RED FLAGS and SAFETY HATCHES! Not neurotic shit like NO KISSING or PLAYING TOGETHER ONLY! But for example: neediness, clinginess, couch-surfers wanting to BECOME THE THIRD but contributing nothing! And no old school hypocrite-hetero, religiously-confused, politically-populist attitudes. say no more, hush my mouth) Amateurs and newbies with goo-goo eyes for just one over the other. Typically confirmed after the first or second trick session... (really more into ONE-ON-ONE even passed the first hookup), aka aspiring monogamists, guys with evasive attitudes towards one or the other, partner-poachers wanting to BE WITH ONE of us in a relationship... And for me the all-time dislike... the sneaking around, avoiding me, not responding at all (as an alleged REAL FRIENDLY would and hitting up on my partner when a certain one I'm thinking of, a congenital CHEATER (ex-Jehova cultist) knows I'm asleep. Dumb motherfuckers could HAVE THEIR COCK AND EAT IT TOO but seemingly needs the thrill of being a snake!

It’s easier to have an open relationship than to deal with the stress of getting caught cheating. The times I cheated that was on a bf who only liked vanilla sex. I love assplay, and he just wouldn’t engage in it—so, after a long time of not getting any, I found someone when on a work trip and it blew my mind. I had to keep feeling that level of pleasure—so I kept on cheating for assplay. Once I broke up with my bf, I decided one quality I needed to have for any future bf was no sexual hangups. That rule has worked well.

After two weeks of pretty nonstop playing and messing around, and plenty of fucking.... (some covered here) it was definitely time for a few days off. Plus I had a lot of people s topping by to do work around the house. A few nights of sleep and feeling like I'm getting ready to go again. How's all you?

Cheating is fun though...

haha I would def not be sleepingggg

I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

I wish I could find a place near me to try being stuck in a wall with my boipussy wide open like the czechfantasy vids like a gloryhole but I’m completely stuck bent over or held open until I’m untied when they’re all satisfied

I would add that I've had success mixing Crisco w/ X-Lube for long-term use. As for the plug, train, train, train. You've got to put something in your ass every day. And for plug training I'll use a smaller plug and sit on it for about 20-30 minutes. It's the sitting your entire body weight on it that forces your rectum to accommodate it. Then I'll progress to a stretching routine and I'll either start with a Topped Toys Grip, or their new Post: 10 reps up and down, rest 30 seconds 20 reps up and down, rest 30 seconds 40 reps up and down, rest 1 minute Then, with the same plug: 10 reps all the way down, all the way out 20 reps all the way down, all the way out 30 reps all the way down, all the way out At this point I'm either feeling pretty good and I stand up and walk around with, or you could go to sleep, or whatever. If my hole is now crazy hungry, I size up and walk around. It's all about working this muscle like you would any other at the gym. And you have to be consistent and not overly ambitious with the size. I find it easy to size up after about 2 weeks of steady training this way, and if I take a break it 's time to start all over.

Getting Away, Part 2 Matt is getting dressed for the Moonlight Swim and camp fire. Paul comes out of the bathroom and says, “Who did you clean out for?” Matt blushes a bit. Paul slaps Matt’s ass and says, “The enema in the shower was a good clue.” Matt says, “You know me, I always like to be prepared. But, I am hoping to have some fun tonight. There are a lot of hot guys here.” Paul says, “I already got some this afternoon. A cute college guy who is here this weekend with his roommates. Apparently the roommates are all bottoms.” Paul chuckles and says, “That is going to just be a disaster when they get back to campus and are competing for the same pool of available tops.” Matt always enjoys the way Paul revels in being a top. The top to bottom ratio almost always favors the tops wherever they are. Paul takes advantage of it and likes to have bottoms compete for his attention. Paul is already dressed in a bathing suit and open shirt and flip flops. Matt is still trying to decide what to wear. He wants to wear the white speedos to show off for Snake, but he knows that no one will see the effects of them at night. He has a really skimpy blue pair, but those don’t seem right. He also has a bathing suit that ties in the front like football pants. Paul is lounging in the living room watching Matt pick out an outfit. Paul starts teasing Matt about how much time he’s taking. Paul says, “Will it help you decide if I fuck you? Your naked ass is turning me on.” Matt laughs and says, “Fuck off.” Matt decides on the blue speedos with some shorts over them and an open shirt. Matt puts some condoms in his shorts pockets and says, “Ok. I’m ready.” Paul says, “What are the condoms for?” Matt says, “I don’t really know anyone here and I don’t know……I kinda feel like I should play safe.” Paul shrugs and says, “Whatever makes you happy.” The boys start walking to the Moonlight Swim. Matt asks Paul if he wants a condom and Paul says, “No. That college twink let me blow my load up his ass earlier. I’m going to see how many other bottoms have my cum in their ass by the end of the weekend.” Matt chuckles and calls Paul a slut. Paul says, “Bottoms can do what you are doing and bring condoms, ask me to wear them, etc. But I bet most won’t this weekend. Just like the guys we know from the bars. I can’t remember the last time a bottom who asked me to wrap it up. Probably that 35-year-old dude I fucked from AOL a couple times last year. He was so gorgeous, but that condom thing was annoying.” Matt chuckles and says, “That guy was fucking ridiculously hot. I remember when we met him. I thought you were going to actually drool on him.” They laugh. As they near the pool, Matt feels self-conscious about his outfit. He asks Paul how he looks and Paul says, “Matt you look great. As always.” Matt says, “I think I should wear the football tie trunks. I’m going to run back and change.” Paul shrugs and watches Matt run back to the cabin. Paul goes to the pool area and starts to mingle. In a couple minutes, Paul has a drink in his hand and is chatting with some of the guys. Matt gets back to the cabin, strips off and puts on the other trunks and a different shirt and at the last minute decides to put on sneakers because he has a feeling he’s going to wind up in the woods later tonight. Matt smiles, grabs his towel, and runs out the door. Matt jogs back to the pool area. The music is on, Matt finds Paul and gets introduced to a few guys. Matt doesn’t see Snake around and is a bit disappointed, but there are plenty of other guys to flirt with. Matt decides that Paul was right….no one knows Matt here. He doesn’t have the same stigma as a bareback slut, cumdump, bottom whore, etc that he has back home. For the first time in a while, Matt feels like no one is judging him. As the night goes on, Matt gets in the pool and realizes how handsy the moonlight swim is going to be each night. Guys have rubbed his ass, brushed his cock, stroked his chest and abs, massaged his shoulders. Matt is enjoying the attention. He even allowed a guy to loosen the ties on his trunks and stroke his cock as he rubbed his ass on the guys barely concealed speedo clad cock. It was only seeing Snake walk through the area that kept Matt’s trunks on. Snake walked through sweaty and dirty and had a smear of soot or something on his clothes and on his cheek. Matt’s cock jumped on seeing Snake. Matt got out of the pool, retied his trunks, grabbed his towel and walked over to the fire pit area. Snake smiled seeing his prey walking toward him. Snake thought to himself, “this hot twink is going to be the easiest guy I’ve turned out all summer.” The other couple guys at the fire pit were regulars at the camp site. They saw the sexy twink walking toward them and hoped this was Snake’s weekend project. Snake introduced Matt around to the guys. Snake went off to get some more wood and pile it nearby for ready access during the fire pit. Snake leans into Matt and says, “If I get enough wood for the fire pit now, we can sneak away and they won’t be looking for me to get more wood for awhile.” Matt asks if Snake needs some help. Snake says “Naw babe. Carrying all this wood keeps me in shape for you.” The guys all laugh at that. Matt talks with the other guys as they watch Snake bring over some more wood. A bit later some twink comes over to the group looking annoyed and asking for Snake. One of the guys says, “Here’s trouble.” The guys point toward Snake who is carrying more wood toward the fire pit. The twink walks right up to Snake and starts talking to him. He looks really upset. Matt is watching and curious about what he sees and is getting anxious. Matt starts thinking that, like Paul says, this twink might be in competition for “his top.” The guys Matt is standing with see that Matt is getting anxious. One says, “Don’t worry kid. Snake is monogamous with his weekenders.” Another says, “Yeah. One guy each weekend.” They all laugh. “One bottom anyway,” says another. Then the first guy looks at the last guy who spoke and says, “When were you his bottom? One July weekend last summer.” Still laughing that guy says, “That was one fucking wild and slutty weekend.” Matt is not laughing. He is just staring at the guys now. The July bottom sees that Matt is not enjoying the conversation and he pulls Matt aside. “Hey. Don’t think about things too much,” he says, “Sure. Snake has a reputation of getting around, but it’s all in good fun. You are up for the weekend. He works here. It’s not like you thought this was going to be your new boyfriend right?” Matt says, “Yeah. I mean I guess you’re right. It’s just weird hearing that I’m a piece of meat to Snake.” July bottom says, “Aren’t you treating Snake the same way though? Were you going to send him love poems on Monday?” He smiles at Matt, then continues. “If you get upset about casual sex, you’ll end up being like that guy over there all sad that Snake isn’t going to stuff his holes all weekend. Or you can just go with the flow and have fun.” Matt shrugs. He supposes that the guy is right about all this, but he can’t help feeling a little disturbed by the whole thing. July bottom rubs his hand down Matt’s back to the top of his swimsuit and says, “Or we could have some fun. I’m not as big as Snake, but I fuck ass really well.” Matt looks at the guy, early 30s, trim build and a thin, angular face. Matt considers the offer, but then thinks about Snake’s cock. Matt says, “Can I take a raincheck?” They both laugh. Matt feels okay again about things. He is calming down. In his own mind, Matt realizes he was judging Snake for being a slut. Which is the exact same thing Matt is upset about guys judging him for being. Matt decides to let Snake fuck him. Besides, he brought condoms. No problems there. The fire pit starts and there is some guy from the camp site in charge. When the fire gets going, Matt sees Snake go to the guy in charge and talk. Snake comes over and says, “Come meet my boss. Then we can get away for a few minutes.” Matt comes over to meet the boss. He says his name is Richard, not Rich or Richie, or whatever. The guy welcomes Matt to the camp site and asks if Matt is having a good time. Matt says yes and that everyone is so friendly. Richard says, “Matt, have you ever been in a place filled with gay men who weren’t friendly toward you? You are young, attractive and have an awesome body that you are showing off tonight. I think everyone in the camp site would love to fuck you.” Matt blushes but doesn’t know what to say. Richard turns to Snake and says, “Adrian I need you back in 20 minutes or so. There is something causing the wood to burn fast. I think the fire is getting too much air.” Matt follows Snake/Adrian away from the fire pit. They walk until they are in a dark part of the grounds, not as far as the woods, they can’t see the crowd really, but they can make out figures and hear the music and hum of the conversation. Snake says, “Damn you look so sexy in this swimsuit. I always wanted to fuck a guy wearing those football pants.” He pulls at the strings. Snake leans in and kisses Matt for the first time. Matt reaches out and rubs Snake’s muscled arms. Snake gets Matt’s strings/laces open and says, “Take those off.” Snake takes Matt’s towel and lies it on the grass. Snake takes off his shorts and boxers and lies down. Matt gets out of his swimsuit and now, naked except for his sneakers he bends over to take Snake’s fat cock into his mouth again. Snake lies back and looks at the stars and says, “Fuck there is that great mouth again.” Matt takes encouragement from his top and starts really going to town on Snake’s cock. Taking it all the way into his throat, choking on it some, his spit coating the cock. A few minutes in, Snake says, “Babe. You gonna give me that ass?” Matt grabs his swimsuit to get a condom and straddles Snake in one motion. His ass rubs on the cock and Snake says, “Yeah babe. That’s it. You want that cock in you right?” Matt says, “Yeah I do. I want to feel you inside me.” Matt feels his swimsuit for the pockets and it’s like a light goes off in his head. He realizes he changed swimsuits and left the condoms in his other shorts at the cabin. Matt says, “Do you have a condom? I just realized I left mine at the cabin.” Snake says he doesn’t. Snake’s hands are on Matt’s slender hips and is rubbing his cockhead on Matt’s hole. Matt says, “I promised to be good this weekend. I can run to the cabin and be back in a few minutes.” Snake says, “Hey. It’s no big deal babe. But I can’t wait for all that. You heard my boss. I need to be back in a few minutes.” Matt bites his lip. Snake rubs his cock on the bottom boy’s crack. He can tell Matt wants to sit on his dick. Snake says, “It’s fine. We don’t have to fuck. If you want to wait until we have condoms, I’m okay with that. I like good boys.” Snake smiles at Matt and leans up on his elbows to kiss him. Matt relaxes into the kiss and Snake feels the inevitable happen. Matt’s hole relaxes around Snake’s cock head and he starts to sit down on the cock. Snake let’s Matt realize that he is letting a cock inside him without a condom. He looks up at Matt and watches Matt’s face as he struggles with the size and his decision to ride it bareback. The saliva coated cock slides into Matt’s ass easily because Matt has been so turned on all night. He looks at the soot-smeared, sweaty face in front of him. Matt knows this guy fucks a lot of guys. A new guy every weekend. Matt knows he shouldn’t keep riding this cock without protection. Matt continues to sit on the cock taking more and more into him though and looks into Snake’s eyes as he does it. The cock hits Matt’s prostate and Matt takes in breath. He has almost the whole cock in him now. Snake smiles and kisses Matt. He knows the bottom boy won’t be thinking about that condom now. It’s the same every weekend, the bottom always mentions a condom but almost always give it up bareback. Snake has watched over a dozen men this summer alone struggle with the decision to forego the condom. The only two questions in Snake’s mind tonight are will he take my load; and will he beg for my load if he takes it. Snake almost cums imagining this preppy twink begging for his load. Snake lies back on the towel and lets Matt ride his cock. Matt is feeling this large cock, larger than Paul’s cock, stretch his ass. He is getting used to it and riding it at the same time. It doesn’t hurt but the size is a bit uncomfortable. Matt keeps sliding up and down and realizes that Snake’s pre-cum must be lubing his ass because it’s starting to slide easier. He’s liking it more now. Matt puts his sneakers flat on the ground and starts sliding his tight runner ass faster on Snake’s cock. Matt is starting to think if he should ask Snake to pull out to cum. Matt is conflicted about it. He knows nothing about this dude except that he has a big dick and is fucks a lot of ass. But, Matt loves it when guys cum in his ass. He’s thinking about it as he rides Snake’s cock. Snake says something, but Matt is too distracted to hear him. Matt asks Snake to repeat it. Snake says, “I’m going to cum soon if you keep riding me like this.” Matt says, “Do you want me to stop?” Snake says, “Do you want to stop?” Matt says, “No.” Decision made. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Snake wonders if the bottom will say it. Most of the bottoms Snake fucks either aren't ready to admit what they want or aren’t slutty enough to say they want the cum in their ass. Doesn't stop almost every bottom from taking his load up their ass though. Matt wonders if he should get off this cock now before Snake cums up his unprotected ass. Matt is totally focused now on the word “unprotected.” He is about to get off Snake’s cock before he cums. Snake licks his hand and spits on it. He wraps it around Matt’s cock. The calloused hands are rough in just the right ways on Matt’s cock. Matt is now totally focused on blowing his load. Matt moans loudly. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt, without a second thought now, loudly says “Cum in my ass.” As he says it, Matt cums on Snake’s chest and face. Matt shoots far onto the grass. Snake, feeling the contractions in Matt’s ass, shoots his load in Matt’s ass. Matt says, “Fuck I can feel you shooting in me. It is so warm.” Snake smiles. He’s pleased that this preppy twink asked for his load. That made his night.

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.

I had “cum dump” written on my thigh. I suck this thick white cock that stretched my mouth. Took several ass to mouth for it to slide through in my Asian pussy. No lube just spit. It took sometime and then on my fifth knelt to the floor I sucked the dick hot wet and messy. I started to jerk off and it was so hot that I came in my hand.. a lot. I turned around and rub my own cum on this thick daddy white cock… he whispered “it takes me a long time to cum” so I lathered his cock with my own cum and used to fuck my sloppy wet hole. I am slamming his dick which now feels like a mess creampied hole. He picks up and slams in and soon is dumping his fuck raw load in me. He is adding his load to mine…. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and it was leaking down my legs. I don’t think I can not have glory hole sex without using my own cum as lube now…

4. With a squelching sound my hole was suddenly empty. Sir pulled his fingers out and spat into my open hole. I whimpered. “Please… keep going. That felt so good!” “Don’t worry boy, this is going to feel even better. Flip over” Sir said. I flipped onto my back, and the big beast of a man bent over me. Then I felt something warm and hard touch my hole. At long last his cock head was resting against my slowly opening ass. He dropped another big wad of spit only his shaft and smeared it around before saying, “Alright boy… take a deep breath, close your eyes and count to ten. Then let it out very slowly. Focus on relaxing. Ready… deep breath.” I closed my eyes, filled my lungs and counted. One, two, three… At ten I released my lungs and let the air out through my nose. I imagined the wave again. This time even larger than before. I imagined it washing all of the tension out of my body leaving me loose and compliant. I imagined my hole winking open and drawing Sir’s cock inside. I imagined my body swallowing him up, becoming the perfect sleeve for his cock. I imagined myself transformed into his perfect hole. I saw myself changed, my head shaved, my cock locked away, a thick chain locked around my neck. I saw myself remade like my ex had been. I saw myself taking Sir’s fat cock with ease whenever he wanted. I lost myself in my imagination and didn’t notice that Sir had slid his fat cock head inside my hole. “Good boy, that’s it. I’m inside you now. Your first raw cock is inside your hole.” “Fuck Sir. It feels so good!” I opened my eyes and looked up into Sir’s handsome face. “I know it does boy. You’re doing so well. You’ve given in. You’ve got a thick raw cock siding into your tight little hole. How does that make you feel?” “It makes me feel good Sir! It makes me horny! I want more. Please… go deeper Sir.” “Good boy. You know that once I’m all the way inside of you there’s no going back. I will breed you. Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir! I want you to breed me!” He started to push his cock into me very slowly. “And you know that once I breed you you’ll never be the same. You’ll never be the cocky college top you thought you were again.” “I know Sir!” “And you still want my raw cock?” “Yes Sir!” “You know that once you feel me shoot inside you you’ll be hooked. Getting bred is addictive to boys like you. Once they start they feel a real man’s load in their hole they cant get enough. You’ll never be able to get enough.” Between his words, the low tambour of his voice, and the feeling of his cock sliding steadily deeper into me the effect was almost hypnotic. “You’ll be begging me for more. You’ll crave it in your sole. It won’t just be a want, but a need. And knowing all that you still want me to fuck you?” I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Yes. Yes Sir. Use my hole.” “As you wish boy,” and he slammed the rest of his cock into me. I yelled, my eyes rolling back. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body. White light exploded before my eyes. I was lost for a moment, unable to comprehend the pleasure that came for a man’s rock-hard cock penetrating me to the hilt. I moaned stupidly, my jaw slack, as Sir ground his cock into me before pulling back. He slipped back till only the fat tip of his cock was inside me and then pressed in again. He built up speed and force till his balls started slapping against me. Sweat sprung up on my chest, and the smell of musk and sex started to swirl around me. The entire experience was intoxicating. I was both conscious of every little sensation and completely removed from my body. It was like something within me was being rewritten. Sir had been right, this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and it was extraordinary. This was better than any sexual experience I’d ever had. Part of it was giving into Sir and the exaltation that came with that release, but part of it was just the pure physical pleasure that a raw cock inside my hole gave me. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock in a way I’d never felt being fucked with a condom on. All thought of my being a top was being erased bit by bit as he pumped his cock in and out of my hole. “Good boy. It feels good to submit doesn’t it. It feels good to find your place. I can see it on your face. You love being filled with raw cock.” “I do Sir! Holy shit! It feels so good… I… I never imagined!” “I know boy, but now it will be all you can think about. Now you’ve felt how good it feels to surrender to a real man. How good it feels to let him sink his raw cock into your pretty hole. How good it feels to be stretched wide around his shaft.” “Fuck yes Sir! Stretch me out. I want to be the perfect hole for your cock. I want to be able to take you any time you need my hole.” “That’s it boy. Don’t hole back. How does Sir’s cock make you feel?” “I feel good! I feel so stretched. I feel… slutty!” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so free and sexy. Please make me a slut Sir!” “You’re going to feel even more slutty when I send you home full of my seed.” He growled before forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I wound my arms and legs around him holding him close as we kissed. “I’m going to blow my nut in you so deep it will be there all night.” “Please breed me Sir! I need to know. I need to know what it feels like to take a man’s load. I need to be bred.” “I hope you’re ready for what that means boy. I hope you’re ready to give in to being a slut because boys like you cant just take one load.” “Please! I’m ready.” He was picking up his pace, hammering his cock into me. Sweat dripped off his broad frame raining onto me. His face was screwed up, and there was an animalistic glint to his eyes. “I don’t think you are boy. I don’t think you know what you’re committing to, but its too late for your now. Take me load boy!” He let out a roar and sunk his dick as deep into me as he could. I moaned, unable to take my eyes off him as his body convulsed. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I felt a warmth spilling into my guts. I could feel him flooding me with cum. Bliss washed over me. It was the best feeling in the whole world. I’d never felt more connected to someone. I’d never felt sexier in my whole life. My body had made this beautiful man cum that hard. I had done that. I had made him feel that good. That made me feel good. “Fuck, its already happened to you,” Sir said, panting slightly. “What Sir?” “You’re hooked. I can see it in your eyes. There’s a bliss there that only a true cumdump gets when he takes a load. Your ex had that look in his eyes after he took my load for the first time. He tried to hide it but…” Sir shifted and pulled his cock from my hole. I felt empty. I wanted his cock back. “…I could tell. There was no hiding the joy in his face at feeling the warmth of my cum inside his hole. He stammered something about needing to leave, that he had a boyfriend, but he still asked for my number at the door. Then that night, while the two of you were watching a movie, he started texting me about how hot it was and how much he wanted to do it again. By the time you two went to bed he was begging me to fuck him again. He even offered to sneak out after you two had gone to bed.” Sir had gotten up now and was pulling his shorts back on. “I made him wait for it though, till he was truly lost in his cock lust.” “I feel like… I feel like I’m supposed to be mad at him but… That felt so good. How could he not want it again?” Sir laughed, “You already want it again don’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” I pulled my knees into my chest exposing my freshly fucked hole to him. He chuckled again, “Well that’s not how this works boy. Now its your turn to wait. I want you completely lost in cock lust before I fuck you again. Right now you’re still riding the adrenalin of finally getting fucked for the first time. You need to let that subside and give into the real lust that’s building inside you. The lust that will last for the rest of your life now.” “But…” “Nope, no buts. Get dressed and go home… I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

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1. I sat frozen staring at my phone as the pictures came in one after the other. I was in shock. When I’d seen the notification my boyfriend had texted me I never in a million years would have said these would be the photos he’d sent. I looked at the first image again incredulously. My cute usually innocent seeming boyfriend was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, a huge grin on his face and a massive cock resting on his chin, a string of spit connecting its tip to his lips. Then the message “I’m sorry to tell you like this babe, but Sir said it was the only way,” came through. I blinked at the message unseeingly. Sir? Who the hell was that? What the hell was he doing sucking someone else’s cock? We didn’t have an open relationship. “Sir said that if I didn’t show you what a slut for his cock I am that he wouldn’t breed me.” What on earth was he talking about? Breed him? We only fucked with condoms and now some man was going to breed him. Then the first video came. It was shot from in front of my boyfriend’s face. He was laying on his chest, his face turned up into the camera, his eyes locked on the lens. Behind him a big hulking man, his face out of frame, lined up his raw cock with my boyfriend’s upturned ass. I couldn’t see it sink into his hole but I could tell what was happening by the look of pleasure on my boyfriend’s face. A smile broke across his face, his eyes closed for a moment, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking thick Sir. That feels so good! Please breed me Sir!” “That’s right boy, my big raw cock feels better than you boyfriends little wrapped dick doesn’t it,” asked the furry monster forcing his dick into my boyfriend’s hole. “Yes Sir! Yours is so much better.” The video ended. A few moments later another text came through. “I’m sorry babe. I know this must hurt, but I need it. I need Sir’s cock and this was the only way he would breed me.” I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my phone in my hand. Then after a long moment, I watched the video again…and again… and again. Around the fourth time through I noticed my cock was hard and wet spot was starting to form in my shorts. I was turned on by the idea of my boyfriend getting bred raw. But more than that I was turned on seeing the big hairy beast of a man pumping behind him and hearing his rough voice. I’d always considered myself more of a top but seeing the look of bliss that overtook my boyfriend’s face and the man slid inside him I found myself wondering what it would be like to take him myself. I watched the man’s wide shoulder settle into place as he pushed his cock inside my boyfriend, his hairy pecs rise and fall with each thrust, his nipples pert and pink standing out from the dark hair swirling around them. After silence from my boyfriend for almost thirty minutes another video came in. The camera now held by the man my boyfriend was calling Sir, it showed my boyfriend on his back with his legs held apart, his cock soft but leaking precum onto his stomach and a wide fat throbbing raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. The man slammed into my boyfriend over and over making him moan and shriek. “Breed me Sir! Please! I need it! I need to feel you cum inside me again! Its all I can think about.” “Yeah, you liked it when I bred you and sent you back to your boyfriend all those times didn’t you? You liked making a cuck out of him didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir! It was so hot knowing your load was inside me and he had no idea!” “How do you feel now he knows, now that he’s seen was a horny cumdump you are?” “I feel so good! Now I can be your cumdump all the time!” “Good boy, look in the camera and tell your boyfriend what you are.” The camera panned up from my boyfriend’s hole to his face. He was sweaty and slack jawed, his eyes even seemed slightly out of focused. He was lost in a horny haze when he looked into the camera and said, “I’m Sir’s faggot cumdump. My hole belongs to him. I belong to him. I’m his boy. I need his loads.” “Good boy, now take your reward.” The camera moved quickly back down as the man let out a roar and his cock pulsed several times before he rammed fully inside my boyfriend’s hole. “Breed my cunt,” my boyfriend shouted. He’d never called his hole a cunt before, I was shocked and even more turned on. “This hole is mine now,” the man growled and the video ended. For a moment I just sat there, my underwear completely soaked through with precum. Then I noticed another text from my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry babe. I’m sorry that you’re finding out like this, but I had to. I’m sorry but it’s over. I’m Sir’s now.” I didn’t know how to respond. I just restarted the video and watched partly out of anger and shock, partly out of jealously that this man was breeding my boyfriend (well, I guess now ex-boyfriend), and partly out of jealously of how good it must feel to be fucked by that monster. After probably ten more minutes another text came. This time it was from a number I didn’t know. “He’s mine now faggot,” read the text, which was quickly followed by a picture of my now ex. He was standing completely naked with his hands behind his back. His head had been shaved down to a fine stubble, and around his neck hung a thick metal chain with a big silver lock resting on his chest. The shaved head was so shocking that I didn’t notice for a moment the black plastic cage that now trapped his cock. In ten minutes by ex had gone from a cute vanilla seeming college senior to a full on owned sub sex pig. It was hot!

A few things to note: 1. The way it was in really, really big cities like NYC, London, Berlin, Los Angeles, etc. was not typical of how things were in the rest of the world, or even the rest of the countries involved. The vast majority of people - gay and straight - lived in places where there were not only no leather studs cruising the streets, but gay bars were still under constant threat of being shut down as public nuisances, and that was BEFORE HIV/AIDS hit the community. In plenty of "liberal" cities, gay bars still had door buzzers with someone watching on a CCTV camera from inside, only letting in people who appeared to be "safe" to let in. I didn't mention San Francisco because although it was also a very liberal and liberated city, it's actually not a "really big" city. The SF Bay area is large and has a huge population, but the city itself - where the gay community was based - is not all that large (less than 47 square miles) and the city population was only about 700,000 people in the mid 70's. 2. Once HIV/AIDS hit, things changed, rapidly - in many places, bathhouses were shut down, public cruising enforcement stepped up, and much of the "goodwill" that we'd enjoyed as a byproduct of the Sexual Revolution era evaporated. That didn't stop people from going out to bars, etc. - but there was a pall hanging over everyone, as this unknown disease/killer was out there and for a few years, at least, we had no idea what it was or how it was doing what it did. And even when science became sure it had to be a virus, there wasn't a test available to even determine if one had been infected. Once there WAS a test, results from those willing to be tested indicated that in some of those large cities, fully half of the gay male population was HIV+. At a time when there were no medications that could even slow the virus down, much less repress it to undetectability. And for many years, the alt-weeklies in those big cities (which were the only form of mass communication in the gay community anywhere close to "real time" were full of obituaries, every week, of members of our community dying. 3. You say you were "unlucky" to be born so late, in 1999. If you'd been born in, say, 1960, making you 20 in 1980, and you'd lived in one of those big cities, by today you'd very likely have been dead for more than 30 years. That's the reality.

Exactly. On one of the "apps" the other day, a guy from my general area (ie within 60ish miles, it is what it is down here) messaged me. The conversation was pretty disjointed (we'd leave messages for each other, and each took a while to respond, I get it), but he wanted to know what city I lived in, whether I was single or married, what I'm looking for, and whether I'm a top or bottom - ALL OF WHICH are clearly indicated in my profile. And after EACH of the first three questions, I responded "As it says in my profile, I'm...." By the fourth one I had just about had it. I asked him "You really didn't read a single word in my profile, did you?" He answered with "Yes" and a smiley emoji, and that's when I lost it. I told him "I'm just wondering why you keep asking questions that are clearly answered there. Where I'm located, relationship status, what I'm looking for, role preferences - all of that's in my profile, and yet you keep asking as though it all went over your head. Maybe some reading comprehension classes might help?" I'm sure that torched whatever opportunity for fun might have existed, but honestly, someone that fucking lazy is almost certainly a shitty fuck.

Great story @phxman54! Got me hard and stroking the entire time! Thanks for sharing, bud!!

So hot. Thanks for getting me off.

Really hot the way it built to the breeding. Fuck yes.

This was chapter 1. Of course there’s more. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!

Chicago—November, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off…) I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck. Zane taps me on the shoulder. “I just got loaded. You want it…???” I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head. I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking. He eats the hole, hungrily. It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me. I kneel and slurp at his hole. I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum. I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep. A get a few more drips. I want more. I stand up and fuck him. This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke. Zane groans. The other man groans. I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt. I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue… * I stay in the basement. I am treated to ass of every age and every color. There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling. He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts. There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed. He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked. I love watching his dick move with my pumping. I am making it drool. I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck. There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier. This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking. There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair. He is on all fours. He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass. I am the fifth. He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum. I do what he asks. I slam into his hairy ass cheeks. He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed. I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock. Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock. I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it. The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again. “Do me first. I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner. He kneels. I eat his ass for just a moment. I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock. “Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM. “Yes, give me your dick.” I enter him for the first time ever. The extra cum makes me slide in easily. The guy takes my dick like a champ. His tiny partner watches in awe. Soon he kneels next to him. His ass up, mirroring his partner. They kiss. I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM. Both of them groan. I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner. “Give it to us both…” I do. Back and forth. Repeatedly. One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum. I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more. I pull out. Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other… * I find Zane at the sling. He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night. “You know I love top ass,” he grins. I nod. “Oh, I shot my load in ____.” He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. I smile. I know he can still take dick after cumming. He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement. It is not quite so crowded now. Men are getting off and going upstairs for food. The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. I nod. He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room. I go over. “Give me some more of that great dick.” I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again. I can taste cum. He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table. I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him. Though some I drool down onto my dick. I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him. He grunts. He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking. I am fucking him harder now. My hips seem to have a mind of their own. I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers. He hands me the open bottle. I take a hit without thinking about it. I hand it back to him. He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me. Fuck! I begin pummeling his ass. I am sure I am going to blow my load. I can’t stop thrusting. In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole. Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more. Cum is oozing out of him. I lick it up and swallow. I stand up. I am driven to fuck. I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load. Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him. I shake and hold onto the chains. He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso. He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 24, 2023

Also, in my experience, married men are usually grateful, which is not as prevalent in some circles as one might think.

So I've met up with two...both anonymous. First one contacted me and wanted to meet at a certain bathhouse. He had a pozzing fantasy and ask if I would be his bro to breed. After chatting I agreed...he was older dude and looked, as he said, the part....he wanted me to be in a white jock...back mud steaks under the eyes, like a baseball player, a shaved ass, and my fraternity baseball hat on...I could only call him dad, coach, or sir....this fantasy shit gave me an instant hard on....we met at one of the sleazier bathhouse I've been in..you know that kind of bathhouse that reeks of sex ,old, no posing allowed and some under the influence.....he paid my way in and then proceeded to fuck me in four different spots in the bathhouse....his room with sling, public room in a sling, dark room, and a porn room...the whole time, feeding me poppers and telling me he was going to "poz" me....he said some really kinky shit as the night went on...finally bred me with an audience...whispering in my ear that he was so happy to pozz his boy... Second dude I met at a cumdump hotel...watched him get bred by some BBC and then fucked my load and walked out...

Hot! I've also done this. Road tripping, got horny, pulled off highway, opened apps, found a hungry btm nearby, fucked him and dumped my load up his ass, zip up & leave, hop back on highway.

Last Thursday I was in New Orleans on the Westbank for one night. Instead of my usual ass-up cumdump motel where I have welcomed many, many visitors to my room, I opted for a nicer hotel with a courtyard figuring that even though I carried all my supplies for it I wasn't going to have a lot of time for cumdumping with my planned early morning departure. I checked in at the front desk and heard some cheering from down the hall. The clerk told me it was National Talk Like a Pirate Day or something similar. When I passed the banquet room where the noise came from I looked in and saw a bunch of mostly Gen Z and millenials dressed up in pirate outfits with hats, eye patches, plastic swords, and, well, some went all out. I was amused but didn't think about it as I continued on to my room. A little while later I got something to eat and went back to my room. Already bored I decided to check Grindr when I noticed a couple, both tops, were 156' away so they must have been in the hotel. There was also a 20's versatile just over 200' away, also likely a guest in the hotel. I convinced myself to get up and douche and then see if any of them was interested in a bb bottom. I hadn't changed my default description which basically said "no talking pump, dump & go". Sure enough when I got out of the shower both the top couple and the versatile had been hitting me up. Okay. I can do this. The couple wasn't available for an hour as they were finishing some work business but the versatile was ready to play. After a few texts he was on his way down to my room. I prepped the room door so he could just push it open. I climbed on the bed with my jockstrapped ass in the air, took a couple hits of poppers and put on my blindfold. Some folks do not the bottom with a blindfold but that seems to be the minority in my experience. The door pushed open and was then closed. The rustle of a belt and the sound of a zipper being lowered are two of my favorite sounds. His hands rubbed my lower back as his cock started getting hard moving up and down my crack. He took the lube off the nightstand and fingered some into my hole. He pushed the tip in and started a slow penetration but went fully in balls deep, slightly painful but I knew it would be better in a minute. After a few thrusts, he pushed me forward off my knees so I was flat on the bed. He lay up on top of me and started some very smooth deep penetrations. He only lasted about 8-10 minutes but it was very massaging. I never felt him stiffen or heard him cum when he stood up. I asked if he were able to nut. I heard him laugh and he said, "yeah, three times." I laid there with the blindfold still on while he got dressed and left. I never saw him or his cock but I did my job. I sent him a thank you text and he replied with, "Thank you! I really enjoyed that!" I reached back and fingered my hole. I raised it to my nose and sure enough it had that bleach smell you get from some guy's cum. I knew he had loaded me good. I licked my fingers and went back to the app. My couple was on but said they would be another thirty minutes. I opened up BZ and started reading some more stories to keep me stimulated. Soon enough they were ready to visit me. I prepped the door again and got ready again ass up with the blindfold, poppers at the ready. They came in quietly, took a moment to assess the situation and both got undressed. One came around to the my head while the other decided to dip his tongue in the well. He immediately asked if I had a load in there which I gave a thumbs up. Without hesitation his tonque went back in deep trying to slurp up the remnanats of my previous visitor. As I'm sucking off his partner, the slurping top stopped and put his cock in. It was much fatter than the last one and I needed to pause until he got it all in, especially since the cum and lube had been sucked out of me. But he succeeded and the ride had begun while I continued to throat his partner's cut cock. A good spitroasting relaxes me completely and I was almost limp from the massages. It didn't take long before the one in my ass grabbed my hips hard, stiffened, and show his cream where it belongs. He then stood up and got dressed while his partner came around and filled the void. They were talking with each other as if I didn't exist until the second top emptied his balls inside me to join his partner's load. I stayed in position until they left. I rarely do but for some reason I was curious and looked out the edge of the curtain. Both me were dressed as pirates and were high-fiving by crossing swords as they walked away to their room. I played with their loads, stuck my plug in and fell asleep.

So you're leaving getting what you need out of life to chance? Is there some reason you're willing to leave it to others to decide for you? There has to be more to this issue than you've communicated above.

This story is awesome! I’ve been to this place and it’s great. Last time I was there I shared a truckers cock with a daddy and we swapped the truckers load in a sloppy kiss. 10/10

5. “Once boys like you take a load they’re addicted. They’ll never be able to get enough. As soon as your ex took my load he was lost, all he wanted was raw cock in his tight hole… and now that’s all you’ll want too. Next time I see you you’ll be lost in the cock lust that now rules his life.” Sir’s words echoed in my mind over and over again. It was like I was walking in a daze as I left his place. I drifted home feeling the slickness between my cheeks with every step. The adrenalin from taking my first load was subsiding, Sir had been right about that too, but it was quickly being replaced by something else. It had felt so good to take Sir’s load… I wanted to feel that again. I wanted to feel the stretch of a cock entering my hole. I wanted to fell the heat of a cum pumping into my guts. By the time I got back inside my apartment I was hard as a rock and my cock was leaking so much that there was a massive we spot in the front of my shorts. I stripped naked and collapsed on my bed exhausted. I suddenly felt as if all the energy had been sapped from my body. As though the exertion of giving in to Sir and taking my first raw cock had finally overcome me. With Sir’s load leaking from my hole I passed out. That night I slept like a rock, my dreams full of big dicked men, their hot loads being shot everywhere. My bedsheets were soaked with precum when I woke up the next morning my dick still drooling from my last dream. I stretched, sinking deeper into my bed. It was my off day, nowhere to be, no urgency in getting up. It surprised me to see that I had several texts from my ex waiting for me when I checked my phone. Curiously I opened the thread. “Sir told me that even though we aren’t together any more I was to still keep you updated on my journey. He wants you to see it. He won’t tell me why though, but that doesn’t matter. I think its hot too that you know the truth now.” Below that message was a picture of my ex in a sex sling, in a dark room lit mostly with red light. He was naked but for his chain collar and cage. His eyes were covered with an eye mask, and his arms and legs were connected to the chains that suspended the sling. In his exposed position it was easy to see the base of a thick plug stuffed in his once tight hole. The next message read, “Sir left me like this for all of yesterday afternoon while he bred some college twink. He said not to be jealous though, after all the loads I took yesterday my cunt needed a break.” Holy shit, I thought, my ex had been in that house the whole time Sir was fucking me. Had he heard me beg Sir for his load? Did he really not know it was me Sir had been fucking? There was one more picture in the thread, a selfie of my ex in the locker room at the college gym. He had his shirt off (he really was looking a lot more toned over the past few months, I guess he was going to the gym some of the times he claimed) and the front of his shorts pulled down exposing his cock cage. “Sir wanted me to send you my cage check from the gym too. Hope you liked it.” I immediately texted Sir. “Fuck, Sir… was my ex in your house while you were fucking me yesterday?” “Good morning boy,” came his response a few minutes later, “Yes. I left your ex in the playroom while I broke you in. He has no idea it was you though that I was fucking, and you’re going to keep it that way. All he knows is I was breeding some dumb horny college slut.” “I don’t know about dumb, but I am a horny college slut, Sir.” I replied cheekily. “You’ll be a dumb slut when I’m done with you… just like your ex.” “Fuck! Thank you Sir… do I really have to wait a few more days though? Sir. I’m so horny. I dreamed of cock all night. I’m ready. Please I want to get fucked again.” “I know you do boy but you’re not ready yet. For now enjoy how this feels, remember how good my cock felt sliding inside your tight hole… and enjoy your ex continuing to cuck you.” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. I’ll make a faggot out of you yet.” I lay in bed for a moment lost in that thought. He’ll make a faggot out of me yet. That was all I wanted. I wanted to be his faggot. I texted my ex back, playing along with Sir’s game, “Fuck! That’s hot but isn’t that risky at the gym? What if someone saw you?” His reply came back a few minutes later, “That’s part of what made it so hot. I kinda wish someone had seen me.” “What would you have done then?” I was stroking my dick now, slowly rubbing my pulsing shaft. I had no intention of getting off but I was too hard to ignore. “Offered to suck them off in the showers!” He added a smiling devil emoji, “Sir says that boys like me are meant to be used and I should offer myself to any man who’s interested.” A big glob of precum leaked from my cock. “Fuck… its hot hearing you talk like that. Too bad I never knew what a slutty sub you are.” “You couldn’t have brought it out in me, no offence. I needed a real man to show me what I am. The first time Sir came inside me its like he flipped a switch. I just knew all of a sudden that nothing else would ever be enough. I needed to be used like that.” I knew exactly what he meant. Sir’s cock and load had awoken something in me. They had changed me irrevocably. I would never be the same. My ex had already known he was a bottom. Sir’s cock had taught me not only that I was meant to bottom but that I was meant to be bred. It was a cardinal need now, I craved it. I spent that whole day rubbing my cock, fingering my hole and watching progressively rougher and seedier porn; till sometime around midnight when I was pummeling my hole with four fingers I fucked a load out of myself and collapsed into the sticky mess on the bed. I lay there, naked and sweating, my own load drying against my skin, and fell asleep. The first text I received the next morning was another gym cage check from my ex. Followed by a video of him flat on his back, caged dick leaking onto his flat stomach, getting railed by a thick raw cock. It obviously wasn’t Sir fucking him, the guy had a narrow blond treasure trail and washboard abs. “Fuck! Who’s fucking you now?” I replied. “That was last night. Sir told me I was only allowed to wear jockstraps or briefs while at home… my roommate saw me and could see the cage. Turns out he’s got a thing for sub fags and ended up pumping a big load into my guts.” I remembered his roommate, six two, blonde and rippling with muscle. He and my ex had been randomly assigned roommates when freshmen year and had lived together ever since. We’d always talked about how hot he was and how unfortunate it was that he was straight. Apparently, we’d been wrong about the straight part. All it took was seeing my ex’s caged cock on display and suddenly he was balls deep in another guy. My cock throbbed. The whole scenario was so hot. “His dick’s so big,” came the next text from my ex, with a picture of his roommate’s cock laying across his face. He wasn’t lying it was the full length of his face and just as thick as Sir’s. It was a beautiful dick. My mouth watered. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to feel it pulsing as it unloaded in my hole. I was so mesmerized by the picture I almost forgot I had class and had to skip my shower just to make it on time. It wasn’t till I sat down in my lecture that I remembered I hadn’t taken a shower the day before, nor after I got home from Sir’s. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably realizing that I probably stunk of the load I’d let dry on my stomach last night, and Sir’s rough breeding two days before. But it also made me hard. It was like a small flash of what my ex had described feeling when he took those cage checks. The rush of people possibly knowing what a slut you are was intoxicating. It was a struggle to concentrate in my classes all day. It didn’t help that just before lunch I got a pic from my ex of him on his knees in a school bathroom sucking off a random guy and telling me how much he liked swallowing unknown men’s loads. By the time I got back to my apartment that night I only had one thing on my mind: Sir’s raw cock cuming inside me again. I stripped off as soon as I closed the door. In my bedroom I got on all fours in front of the full length mirror presenting my ass and took a picture over my shoulder. I sent it to Sir saying, “Please Sir! I’m ready. I need your raw cock inside me again!” “Almost boy,” he responded quickly. “But you’re not quite there. Maybe you should see if you can get your ex to tell you what he did to convince me he was ready for my cock again.” “Please Sir! I don’t know how much more desperate for your cock I could be. It’s all I’ve thought about all day. You were right! You’ve changed something in me. Unlocked something. I need it! I need your load inside me!” “I’m glad boy… You’re almost ready, but that’s not cock lust. Ask your ex. I told him he has to tell you the truth. Just remember, he can’t know you’re my new boy. I’m keeping that as a surprise.” I paused and then wrote, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!” “Good boy. You really are almost there. Let go, and you’ll find yourself where you need to be.” I paused, and then started texting my ex, carefully phrasing my question to not make my goal too obvious. “Hey, look. Its hot seeing you become this cumdump, but how did this start? This guy fucked you and then all of a sudden you were a cumdump?” “A little, lol.” He replied. “Sir picked me up at the gym. He was so hot I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t even really know what I was doing at the time. He told me to follow him and I did. He just had this power over me.” I couldn’t fault my ex for that, I knew exactly what he meant. Sir had gotten me over to his house and awoken the bottom in me too. “He took me back to his please, and like I did feel really really guilty but I also knew that I needed him. I begged him to fuck me, even after he told me he only fucked raw and didn’t pull out. Seeing him naked… I needed him. Once he bred me… it was like the whole world opened up for me and I was terrified. I basically ran out of there and back to you. I swore to myself I would never do anything like that again… but I also kept his load inside me. We were sitting on your couch watching a movie and I had his load inside me. I started texting him right then begging him to fuck me again but he told me I had to wait.” Holy shit! This was what I needed to hear. “Why did he tell you that?” “This turns you on doesn’t it? Finding out about how I made you an unwitting cuck?” “Yeah… kinda.” I replied, downplaying how much it all turned me on. I was turned on by the idea of Sir manipulating my mind too, and the power he had immediately held over me; but I was also turned on by the story of my ex’s decent, the secret he’d kept from me, how he had been transformed and I has been blind to all of it. “Fucking hot!” He sent a close-up photo of his cock leaking out of his cage. “It turns me on to finally tell you all of this too. I’m leaking so much out of my cage!” “Good pig… but why did Sir tell you that you had to wait?” I pressed. “He said he needed to test me, to make sure I really was the cumdump he thought I was. He told me once I was really lost in the cock lust he would fuck me again.” “So he just made you wait a few days?” “That was part of it. The day after he fucked me I was so horny I couldn’t think. I was begging him all day to fuck me. That night I jumped your bones and rode your wrapped cock till you blew in the condom but it didn’t scratch the itch in the slightest, no offence.” How could I take offence to that, now having had a raw cock in me I knew a condom covered cock would never satisfy me. “The second day I was even hornier. I texted Sir all day telling him I was ready. He said not yet and to give in.” I reveled at how similar our paths were becoming. “Finally on the third day I couldn’t take it any more. I needed to feel cum shooting inside me. If Sir wasn’t going to fuck me I had to find someone that would. I downloaded Scruff and within the hour found a guy a few blocks from my apartment. I never even asked his name. He had a thick cock and he was willing to breed me. I went over, road his cock, and took his load. It was bliss. On my walk home from his apartment I texted Sir. I felt guilty, like I’d cheated on him, but I’d been so horny I couldn’t help myself. It turns out that was exactly what Sir wanted. He wanted me desperate not just for his cock, but cock in general. My giving into that lust was what he was waiting for. He told me to come to his place right then. As soon as I got there he ripped off my clothes and bred me right there on the floor in front of his front door.” “Fuck! I thought it was just Sir’s loads you’d been taking till he locked you.” “Mostly Sir’s loads, and a few of his friends. That guy was the only random guy till this week. Now that I’m collared and locked though… all bets are off and no loads are refused.”

Part 2 Carson spent much of the day in his office. Since it was a Friday and a long weekend, he decided to duck out at 3pm. “Any plans for the weekend?,” Arthur asked him as he dropped some paperwork off at his secretary’s desk. “I’m going up north.” “Oh right, your cabin.” Years ago, Carson had bought some land in the Maine wilderness, near what was called The Golden Road, a 96 mile stretch of road owned by a logging company. He modestly described it as a cabin. The original cabin was there, but he had since bought more land along one of the many lakes. He had a nice property with a mile long private driveway that led to the Master House on the water. A separate, rougher road led to north to the Cabin, it was really a logging road as well, having been cleared to connect his property. South of the main house was a Barn he had put up. Carson said his goodbye to Arthur, then went home briefly to pick drop off his work bag. The drive took several hours from the city, but it gave him time to clear his head and prepare himself for the weekend. At 8pm he passed through the village on the lake, another 45 minutes later winding his way around he reached the gate to his property. As he drove through, the gate beeped and swung shut behind him. In the city he lived simply. Here though was a different story. He had put a lot of time, and money into making this property exactly what he wanted. The gate was an indulgence and unnecessary, the driveway was a mile long and set so far back from the road that no one could see lights through the dense trees. The only way onto or off the property was through that gate, unless someone trekked to the main road, or came across the lake by boat. As he pulled the car into the garage, the House began lighting up. His first stop was the kitchen, which he had fully stocked. Once a week the wife of a retired farmer came by to check on the House for him, clean and tidy, and bought food ahead of his arrival. A nice woman, and not too nosey, despite being one of those creatures that were born, lived, and planned to die in the same place. Carson stripped and showered, washing the day off him. The shower was the size of a small bedroom, never mind the rest of the bathroom. As he showered off, he admired his tattoos and cock in one of the mirrors, twitching a little at the thought of what the weekend would entail. He dried off, changing into jeans with a black t-shirt and boots. He also grabbed a second cellphone from the charging station next to the kitchen, and a set of keys. His first stop was the Cabin. He drove the ATV 10 minutes up the dirt track. Again, as he approached the flood lights came on. He parked, and went up to the solid oak door. As he did so, the phone app began to automatically unlock the door. He used two keys to unlock the door the rest of the way. This Cabin served as the home for all of his research projects over the last decade. The set up was simple yet elegant. It had servers and hard drives, the laboratory equipment and chemicals he needed. Carson set to work pulling tubes from different incubators and examining the contents, then pulling flasks from others, He looked at them under microscopes, ran partials through instrumentation. The work took a few hours, and when he was done, he leaned back satisfied. He was ready for the next phase of his research, but that would have to wait until after the weekend, when he returned, and Arthur would be waiting for him. Carson left the Cabin, locking up. He then drove the ATV back down the road, past the House, and to the Barn. He ignored the large door, and buzzed himself into an atrium. Here he began to strip naked. He left his boots on, and buzzed himself into the main structure. He immediately had to adjust his eyes to the dim blue light in the first stall. On the other side of the glass door was the most recent subject that had enrolled in his “trial”.

2. It took me a long time to respond to my ex. It wasn’t until later that night that I texted him back saying. “Thank you for telling me.” I honestly didn’t know what to say. It was obvious there was no going back, not that I wanted to. His giving himself over to Sir had not only changed him. I’d jerked off for the rest of the afternoon watching the two videos and rereading the messages. It was so hot seeing him used like that, hearing him beg for Sir’s load, and then lastly the picture of him transformed into Sir’s pig. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was after eleven that night when I got another message for Sir. My hands were shaking as I opened it. “Your ex is going to make an excellent sex toy,” it said under a picture taken from above of my ex on all fours, the thick chain visible around his neck, being spit roasted with not a condom in sight. For a moment I just sat looking at the photo, and then I typed back. “I’m glad he’s serving you well.” I don’t know why I did it. I was conflicted, this man had ended a two-year relationship, I had though I loved my ex… but at the same time seeing him turned into a sex object and used was so hot. After another beat I added, “How did this happen? When did you start fucking him?” “You want the story of how I turned your condoms only monogamous boyfriend into a cum hungry sub pig?” I paused again… I did? “Yes,” I sent back impulsively. “Yes what?” I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but then it clicked, “Yes Sir.” “Good boy.” I felt an odd thrill go through me even just reading the words. I could hear his voice as he called my ex boy and it was intoxicating. “I found your ex at the gym, almost two months ago. He couldn’t take his eyes off me in the locker room. After a week of his staring I went up to him and asked if he liked what he saw. He was so nervous he could barely speak, but he followed me back to my place and took his first load from me. He kept saying ‘I’ve never done this I don’t know if I should,’ till I got my fat cock in his tight cunt raw and then it was ‘breed me Sir, give me my first load.’ And after that he was hooked, he’s been begging me for my loads ever since.” “Wow… I had no idea.” I really hadn’t. I’d noticed that he had been going to the gym more, but he was also showing results. I had never guessed all his working out was a cover to meet an older man and get fucked without a condom. “Oh yes. He’s taken my load at least twice a week for the last two months. He’s gone on dates with you with my load deep in his guts. And every time he did he became more and more my boy. Each load he took made him more desperate for the next, till he was begging to be mine. I told him the only way to be my boy was to give over completely and tell you the truth of who he is. He’s a faggot cumdump and he belongs to me.” “Wow…” I stopped for a moment unsure how to respond. “That’s so hot,” I finally typed out and then hit send before I chickened out. “You liked watching me turn your boyfriend into a bottom slut didn’t you boy?” “Well…” “Answer me boy.” “Yes. Yes Sir.” “Good boy. If only you’d figured out what a sub your ex was he could have been on his knees servicing you right now but instead…” He sent another picture. This time it showed my ex on his knees with Sir’s cock halfway down his throat while another hairy man fucked him. “Fuck…how many other guys are there Sir?” “That’s my friend Pete, he’s the last one of the night, but your ex now has an even dozen loads up his hole. I through him a little gang bang party to celebrate giving himself over to being a pig. It was one of his fantasies.” “I wish I’d known… that’s so hot.” ‘You wish you’d gotten to be one of the tops and breed his sloppy hole?” “Yeah!” I responded quickly, but right as I did another text appeared from Sir, “Or do you wish you’d been the one getting bred by a room full of tops.” I stopped… it was unclear if I’d been responding to wanting to be a top at my ex’s gangbang or if I’d wanted to be the one getting used. “Well which is it boy?” My fingers froze, presented with the question I actually wasn’t clear. I’d been the top the entire time with my ex but… the thought of a room full of men like Sir… the only place I could see myself in that room was on all fours servicing them. After a minute I typed out my response, “I wish I’d been the one getting fucked.” “Your ex didn’t just get fucked boy… he got bred by eight different guys and ended up with twelve loads in his sloppy cunt. Is that what you want boy?” Was that what I wanted? I rubbed my hand across my straining briefs and felt how hard my cock was at the thought. It was pretty obvious I was at least turned on by the idea. “You want your hole to end up looking like this?” Sir texted, and sent a picture of my ex’s upturned ass. His cheeks were spread showing his wet sloppy hole. The hair across his cheeks was matted down, and a little dribble of cum was leaking from his puffy lips. I’d never seen his ass look like that though I’d eaten it every time before I fucked it. Normally his hole was tight and pink, a little pert sphincter, but now it was red and swollen, and dripping. My fingers moved before I could have a single conscious thought about what I was doing. “Yes, Sir. I want to be bred by a room full of men and made into a sloppy mess.” “No wonder it didn’t work out between you two,” Sir responded, “Two cumdumps in a relationship never works.” “I don’t know if I’m really a cumdump.” “Hahaha. Of course you are. You’ve just been denying it. I bet you’ve been watching those videos of your ex taking my cock all afternoon. I bet it made you cum harder than you’ve ever cum and you were still horny. I bet you’re looking at that picture of his worn out hole right now wishing it was you in his place.” “I don’t know…” “Yes you do. Meet me tomorrow,” he sent his address, “at 2pm. I’ll show you what a cumdump you really are.” I dropped my phone suddenly terrified but incredibly turned on. “It’s ok boy,” Sir texted, “I know you’re nervous. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I just lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. My heart was in my chest, but my cock was hard as a rock. After a while I couldn’t help myself I went back and started looking at the pictures again. I watched my ex boyfriend’s face as Sir slid deep inside him. I watched him confess into the camera that he was a cumdump, that he belonged to Sir. I looked at the picture of him getting spit roasted, of him sucking on Sir’s fat cock, and lastly of his well-used hole. Finally an hour after Sir had told me to come to his house the next day I responded, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be there.” Almost instantly he replied, “Good boy.”

Hi guys, I recently published my first story here and got some nice reviews, so I thought 'why the hell not release some other ones I wrote as well'. This might be a bit more nice, and it uses chems in a way that might not be the most realistic, but I still had fun writing it. This is still a bit of setup, and then part 2 is a bit more graphic. I would love to hear your feedback and ideas. Here you go: Damien wakes up in a cold sweat from another restless night spent on the hard concrete floor of his tiny cell-like room. The small space is adorned with only a single futon, a small table, and a stainless steel sink for washing purposes. But despite its modest furniture, this was Damiens home, his safe place, and the place he has been living in for the last 14 months. As he rubs his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, the slave knows it's time to face another day as the plaything of powerful men, filled with the highest forms of pleasure one can achieve. With an eager anticipation that simmers just beneath the surface of his skin, Damien readies himself for yet another day of debauchery and depravity. A 26-year-old chubby man blessed with a generous helping of muscles that only seem to intensify the overall lushness of his curves, Damien's body is truly something to behold. His nipples stand out proudly, defiant and enticingly sexy against his pale skin. His ass cheeks are firm and round, gently shaking as he walks with every confident step he takes. And though there is no denying the slight layer of softness that clings to him here and there, Damien's body also hides a strength that begs for dominance - one that only adds to his overall allure. With his dark long hair tousled from recent pleasures and eyes glazed over with equal parts passion and lust, Damien fastens the custom-made steel chain collar around his neck; an ornate reminder of both his subjugated status in this world and his unwavering devotion to serving those who desire him so intensely. The cold steel chain connects him directly to his owner and his home, beckoning him forward towards a new day filled with endless possibilities for indulgence. And so, he makes his way through the winding hallways towards the main chamber of the gay sauna known as ‘The Pig’s Den”. As Damien enters the vast space filled with steaming heat and thick, musky scent of sweat, he immediately notices several new faces among the regulars. These men, who had obviously been awaiting Damiens arrival, greet him with smirks and lecherous stares that send a shiver down his spine. One man in particular, an intimidating figure known to everyone as The Butcher but to Damien as simply ‘Master”, grabs the boy by the chin and forces him to meet his eyes. "Ah, our little faggot," he says menacingly. "Looks like you've got quite the day ahead of you, slave." Throughout the day, Damien is put through an exhausting series of humiliating tasks and degrading acts, all performed with an air of ritualistic ceremony by his new temporary "masters". First, there are the brutal spankings, delivered both to Damiens bare ass and to the soft flesh of his inner thighs. The pain is intense, but it serves as a reminder of his place within this perverted hierarchy - beneath those who wield power over him, with nothing but obedience in his vocabulary. Then comes the relentless stream of rough anal sex, as each man takes turns fucking Damien without mercy. The sensation is excruciating at times, yet somehow pleasurable as well, amplified by a sense of total vulnerability that borders on euphoria. As he is passed from one man to the next, Damien finds himself craving not just the physical release but also the sense of belonging and purpose that comes with submitting entirely to those who dominate him. In between rounds of debauchery, Damien is given a cocktail of chems designed specifically to heighten his senses and cloud his judgment. It gets injected straight into his veins, allowing him to temporarily reach an even more animalistic euphoria of horniness. He doesn't mind at all; in fact, he welcomes this further descent into depravity as part of the cost of serving his masters' twisted desires. By the end of the day, Damien lies exhausted yet aroused on a pile of used towels, surrounded by discarded bottles and syringes. The Butcher stands over him with a satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of this once proud man reduced to nothing more than a slave driven by lust and obedience. As if sensing Damiens struggle with the realization that he truly is just "meat", here to be used at will, The Butcher leans down close enough for their lips to brush against each other's, and whispers one final message: "You are mine, and you will always belong to those who treat you as such. Remember that." And with those chilling words still ringing in his ears, Damien finally succumbs to exhaustion, drifting off into an erotic haze fueled by the memories of pain and pleasure that marked yet another day as a slave within the walls of this twisted sanctuary.

Thank you again for all your positive comments, it gets me hard thinking about all of you shooting your loads to this fantasy of mine. Here is part 4, which includes a nice twist, but also wraps up this night. I would have to think very hard over how exactly to continue this story, so it might take just a bit longer, and I am always open for pointers, ideas or even some of your real life experiences I could incorporate. But without further ado, here is how the story continues: PART 4 The room is filled with an awkward silence as the implications of Johnny's presence begin to sink in for Ethan and Thomas. Their intimate encounter has been witnessed by someone from Thomas's past; a connection that could potentially complicate their twisted relationship moving forward. Thomas shifts uncomfortably beneath Ethan, his gaze darting between Johnny and his lover. The excitement he felt earlier has now given way to uncertainty and anxiety; he can tell that both men are evaluating him differently than they had just moments ago. Johnny watches them, trying to comfort them with his mere presence. "I won't tell anyone, you are safe with me. Although I would love to join you, Ethan, in owning Thomas. We used to share everything, and he was always meant for more than just one master." His words hang in the air like a heavy mist, casting a shadow over the room and creating a palpable tension between the three of them. Ethan grins maliciously at Johnny's offer but doesn't respond immediately. He glances down at Thomas, who is now visibly trembling with fear and anticipation. The young man's body language seems to beg for release from this intense emotional storm that threatens to consume him at any moment. Sensing an opportunity, Ethan decides to take control of the situation. "Johnny," he says coldly, "I don't share. But if you're truly interested in owning a part of Thomas, perhaps we can arrange something more permanent between us." The implication being clear: Johnny lay under Ethan in the hierarchy they were building with Thomas at its core—or face consequences should he attempt to interfere or undermine their relationship. The room grows increasingly tense but also excited as Johnny processes this ultimatum, knowing full well what it could lead to if accepted. He hesitates for a moment longer before meeting Ethan's cold gaze with an unyielding stare of his own; signifying his acceptance of their terms and committing himself further to witnessing Thomas's transformation into Ethan's fully-owned possession. With this, the tension in the room seems to dissipate slightly as they all realize that something profound has just taken place between them: An alliance based on lust, power, and the shared desire for ownership over one man—a young boy named Thomas whose life is about to change irrevocably. The air in the room thickens as Thomas squirms uncomfortably beneath his Master's gaze. He knows what is coming next, and it terrifies him more than anything he's ever experienced before. As Ethan moves to grab a bag hidden in a corner, Johnny looks on intently—his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing this pivotal moment in Thomas's transformation firsthand. "Now then," Ethan begins with a sinister grin, "I think it's time you got used to something bigger than my cock inside that tight little hole of yours." With that, he reaches over and grabs an enormous black dildo from his bag. Its head is wide enough to span two grown men's palms comfortably—and it only gets bigger from there. As Ethan pushes Thomas down onto his knees in front of him, Johnny can't help but admire the sight of this beautiful boy submitting so willingly to his Master's every desire. Thomas shudders with fear as he sees just how massive this toy truly is; even bigger than any other object that has ever touched his hole before. His hands are still cuffed behind his back, and he feels utterly vulnerable in the face of this unyielding domination. "Please Master," Thomas begs pathetically as Ethan begins coating the monstrous dildo with lube, "I don't know if I can take any more..." His words trail off into a whimper as he feels himself being pushed back onto his elbows; positioning him perfectly for penetration. Johnny, not wanting to stay a spectator but to prove himself, grabs hold of a large black rubber ball gag and forces it roughly into Thomas's mouth, securing it tightly behind his head to prevent him from crying out during their depraved activities. He then turns his attention back to Ethan with an almost hungry look in his eyes. "Do it," he says simply—his voice tinged with both desire and fear as he watches his old friend and fuckbuddy being transformed before his very eyes into something entirely new: a submissive slut bound for Ethan's pleasure alone. And so, it begins. With slow, steady strokes, Ethan eases the colossal dildo into Thomas's waiting anus; pushing past every inch of resistance as though parting oceans with sheer force alone. The boy's cries are muffled by the gag but nonetheless audible through clenched teeth: A pained whimper here; a desperate moan there—all mingling together in an awful chorus that echoes throughout the room. As Thomas writhes in agony beneath them both, Ethan understands it is time for more chems and POZ blood—a subtle dose that will continue the erosion of Johnny's defenses while also accelerating Thomas's transformation into a mindless cock-hungry beast entirely devoted to pleasing its Master. He tells Johnny to hold the dildo still in place, ensuring maximum penetration and discomfort for their little submissive slut beneath them. Once Johnny is in place, he grabs his trusty chems bag and prepares an intricate mix that includes just enough of everything - muscle relaxants to keep him limp and compliant; endorphin boosters to enhance sensations during sex while dampening feelings of pleasure or control outside it, and Tina, the ultimate mindfuck drug seemingly designed specifically for scenes like these: A potent concoction that blurs lines between reality and fantasy, desire and duty, love and lust until there's barely anything left to differentiate them. The mixture is meticulously crafted - calculated according to years of experimentation on countless unwitting subjects before finding just the right combination. This is Ethan's greatest weapon: To give someone everything they crave without ever truly allowing them true happiness or satisfaction outside their role as his submissive pet—forever trapped in an endless cycle of depravity designed specifically for him alone... As Ethan administers the chems to Thomas through a small syringe, he can see Johnny growing increasingly uncomfortable. The younger man has always had issues with needles. Ethan smirks, knowing this is the perfect time to take advantage of that weakness. He grabs another pill from his bag, handing it discreetly to Johnny under the false pretense that it's just Viagra—something they both know he desperately needs to reassert control over their shared submissive slut beneath them. Johnny takes the pill hesitantly, not realizing what has happened: He has swallowed a dose of Ethan's sinister blend of chems designed not only for submission but also mind manipulation—a powerful concoction meant to strip away any remaining sense of individuality or self-control that still clung to him like so much grime beneath their fingernails. As Johnny feels the chems start working their way through his system, he begins to notice strange changes taking place within himself: His thoughts becoming cloudy; his body growing warm and tingly in all sorts of wonderful new ways as the endorphins kick in, amplifying every sensation tenfold. At first, he tries resisting these feelings, but they are simply too intense—too pleasurable—for him to fight any longer without suffering greatly. His eyes meet with Ethan's as though through a haze, understanding dawning slowly on him: He is being brainwashed—manipulated into becoming something entirely different than who he once was... But even as this realization dawns upon him, it's already far too late. The chems have taken hold completely now, and Johnny finds himself unable to think clearly anymore. All that matters now is pleasing their Master in whatever way possible—submitting completely and totally to his every whim and desire. He feels his body starting to react instinctually towards Thomas: An uncontrollable urge welling up inside him like never before—one which he can't help but give into without reservation. With a hungry, almost animalistic groan, Johnny pulls out the dildo still lodged deep within Thomas's anus and begins to stroke himself feverishly over its shiny black surface while watching with morbid fascination as Ethan takes over again and continues thrusting in and out of their now thoroughly ravaged submissive slut, this time using his bare fist. As he does so, Johnny can't help but imagine what it would feel like to experience that kind of loss of power; to completely surrender to someone's will in such an unimaginably depraved manner. As Ethan picks up speed inside Thomas—slamming his fist deeper and harder than before with each brutal stroke—Johnny feels himself growing increasingly desperate for cock, or even just the sensation of being filled. It's at this moment that he realizes with chilling clarity just how far gone he truly is: His old self has been completely erased; replaced by nothing more than a mindless sex slave devoted entirely to satisfying the needs and desires of their new Master Ethan alone. And yet, despite everything, there's something inside him still—a tiny spark that refuses to go out even under all this darkness: A last shred of individuality clinging desperately onto life as though afraid even death itself would be preferable to what they had become. It's a pitiful thing really; an echo from another life entirely, whispering softly in the back of his mind: "Fight..." But even this faint cry for help is drowned out by the all-consuming waves of pleasure washing over him as he watches Ethan pump their slut full with fist while he continues milking himself. He sees the dildo that was once inside Thomas glistening wet with lube at the tip; ready and waiting for him to take it into his eager mouth in preparation for being fucked senseless by its new owner...And with a final shudder, he gives himself over completely to these newfound urges—allowing them to guide him towards his next destination without hesitation or question. Ethan smiles as he feels Thomas begin to squirm beneath him; the first signs of approaching orgasm washing over his submissive slut. He knows what happens next is inevitable: Soon enough, they would both be filled beyond measure by the power and passion that courses through this room like an unstoppable force—a wildfire burning away everything that once was in its path leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. But for now? Now is their time to bask in these forbidden fruits of desire together; drinking deeply from wells that only depravity could ever create. Thomas squirms beneath Ethan's powerful fist as it relentlessly pumps in and out of his well-used hole. His entire body is covered in sweat; his face contorted into a mask of ecstasy and pain unlike anything he has ever experienced before. As his orgasm begins to build within him, he knows there's no escape: This time, it won't be just his own pleasure that he surrenders to—but also Ethan's twisted desire for total domination and humiliation. As Thomas nears the brink, Ethan can feel his body tense beneath him in anticipation. He knows this moment will be unlike any other they have shared; an intimate connection between Master and slave that goes far beyond simple fucking or sucking. With a grin that could only belong to a man truly consumed by depravity, Ethan whispers dark words of degradation into Thomas's ear: "Soon, my pet... You're going to cum for me like never before. Your hole will clamp down on this fist so tightly it hurts, and I want you to enjoy every second of that pain. It's all for me, after all." He chuckles darkly as he feels Thomas shudder beneath him—his submissive slut growing ever closer towards losing control completely in their shared experience. Meanwhile, Johnny continues sucking on the dildo with a desperation that borders on insatiable: His body quaking from the intensity of his need; his eyes glazed over with lust as he watches Ethan pump Thomas full of his fist and commands him to cum for their enjoyment alone. He feels himself growing harder by the second—his erection throbbing in time with every thrust of Ethan's powerful hand. As if sensing his new submissive lover's escalating arousal, Ethan grabs a hold of Johnny and pushes him roughly onto all fours before him: Their faces mere inches apart as they breathe each other in—a perverse dance filled with desire and submission that would leave most people trembling in its wake. Without hesitation or warning, Ethan slaps Johnny across the face hard enough to sting; leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. "You want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and menacing yet somehow filled with an eerie tenderness that sends shivers down Johnny's spine. "Tell me you want my cock inside your mouth; tell me you belong to me body and soul, and I might just let you suck me off like the dirty little slut you truly are." Johnny whimpers pathetically beneath Ethan's gaze—his submission utterly complete as he nods eagerly in agreement despite himself. He can feel his Master's hardness pressing against his lips; an intoxicating scent of dominance and desire wafting upwards to tease his senses mercilessly. And so, with a desperate moan of longing, Johnny opens wide—giving in to every dark urge that courses through him as he takes Ethan's throbbing shaft deep into his mouth without hesitation or reserve. Thomas, Johnny and Ethan become lost in their shared depravity: Each experiencing a level of pleasure far beyond anything they ever thought possible as they submit completely to one another's every whim and desire—transforming into something new; something darker than anyone could have ever imagined possible. Ethan feels himself getting closer to the edge, knowing that soon it will be time for him to take what is rightfully his from both these filthy submissives who lay before him. His cock throbs in Johnny's eager mouth as he watches Thomas's face contort with agony and ecstasy in perfect synchronicity: A sight so beautifully twisted it makes his heart sing with joy unbound. Thomas and Johnny lay intertwined on the floor, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and lube that glistens under the dim light of the room. Thomas on his back, Johnny on all fours just next to him, and Ethan towering over both of them. Thomas’s hole still clutches tightly around Ethan's fist, his eyes rolling back into his head as he struggles to catch his breath between gasps and moans of pure pleasure and pain. His once-pristine face is now smeared with sweat and tears, a testament to the depths of degradation he has willingly allowed himself to sink into for Ethan's amusement alone. Johnny, his mouth still wrapped greedily around Ethan's throbbing cock, tries his best to pleasure the dominant man. He can feel Ethan's hand tightening around his hair, guiding his movements as he sucks and licks at the invading shaft like a loyal pet. His own erection is pressed tightly against Thomas's body, leaking pre-cum that mixes with their shared sweat and lubricant to form an intimate mess on the floor beneath them. Ethan, towering above this perverse tableau of degradation and desire, can feel his own climax building inside him as he gazes down at his two filthy submissives: Their eyes filled with nothing but unconditional love and devotion for their Master. With a low growl of approval, Ethan releases Thomas's hole from around his fist; the sudden emptiness causing the slave to cry out in despair. Without missing a beat, however, Ethan grabs Johnny by the hair once more and forces him to watch as he lines up the head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to Thomas's hungry hole. With one swift motion, Ethan pushes himself inside Thomas with enough force that it leaves Thomas gasping in surprise: Their combined moans echoing around the room like an otherworldly chorus dedicated entirely to their twisted desires. Johnny watches in awe as Ethan's cock disappears completely into Thomas, leaving not even the base poking out from behind his swollen and glistening hole. "Fuck!" Ethan cries out in blissful agony as he begins thrusting inside Thomas with brutal force. His hips pump back and forth, driving his cock deeper into their shared slut's bowels with each stroke: The sounds of skin on skin slapping together filling the room like a primal chant that can only belong in such dark places where pleasure knows no bounds and submission is its highest form of worship. As Ethan fucks Thomas with unbridled rage, Johnny feels like he missed an opportunity—a moment when they could have taken control and ensured that both of them would be the ones receiving pleasure from this encounter instead of giving it all away so easily. But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he feels Ethan's hand wrapping tightly around his own erection: Guiding him towards Thomas's hungry mouth where he can begin stroking himself off for their mutual amusement. Without hesitation, Johnny obliges: His eyes never leaving the sight before him as he watches Ethan's cock disappearing in and out of Thomas while he milks his own shaft towards orgasm under Ethan's skillful guidance. He can feel Ethan's fingers digging into his hips, pulling him closer so that their bodies are intertwined—their combined movements sending waves upon waves of pleasure washing over them in an unending tide that leaves neither man able to tell where one begins and another ends anymore... With one final thrust deep inside Thomas, Ethan lets out a primal roar of ecstasy as he feels his own climax washing over him in powerful waves. His hips piston forward violently; driving himself deeper into his submissive's body with each savage stroke while his cock throbs and pulses, sending hot streams of thick cum shooting deep inside Thomas's ass. As Ethan reaches the peak of his orgasm, Johnny feels Ethan's hands clamp down on his head, forcing him to open wide as he aims the tip of his own erect cock towards Thomas's hungry mouth. With one final thrust forward, Johnny joins in on this perverse act of degeneracy: His cum blasting forth into Thomas's mouth like a fiery eruption from deep within him. Thomas, now overflowing with both Ethan and Johnny's combined seed, can feel his own orgasm building within him to impossible heights—his entire body quivering under the onslaught of pleasure as it races towards release. With a loud groan of submission, Thomas finally gives in: His whole body convulsing as waves upon waves of intense ecstasy wash over him like a tidal wave made purely from raw sensation and depravity untold. His cock hasn't been touched all night, but that doesn't seem to matter anymore: The feeling of utter degradation coursing through his veins more than makes up for it. So the soft slave cock shoots its load all over his own chest as he cums harder than ever before in his life, making this night one that will be forever burned into the depths of his depraved soul. Once their orgasms have subsided to a dull roar, Ethan releases Johnny from his bonds: Allowing him to fall onto the floor next to Thomas where they lie spent and exhausted yet somehow still filled with an indescribable sense of euphoria at what they had just accomplished together. As if reading his mind, however, Ethan grabs a fistful of hair once more and yanks Johnny roughly back into a standing position: Forcing him to look up at the man who now held absolute control over both their lives in every way possible. "Now," Ethan says with an evil grin spreading across his face, "it's time for you to clean us off. Start with Thomas's mouth and work your way down—making sure that not a drop of my seed, and even this faggot's dribble, goes to waste.” Johnny whimpers pathetically as he struggles against Ethan's hold, but it is clear even from his protestations that there is no way for him to escape the humiliation that awaits him. Slowly and with trembling hands, Johnny lowers himself down onto his knees, giving in to his newfound role as a filthy slut whose only purpose was to please his Master, even at the cost of his own dignity. So he works diligently, cleaning Thomas's chin and cheeks first before turning his attention towards licking up every last drop of cum from the slave's mouth: The salty-bitter taste mixing with that of Thomas's sweat to form a perverse cocktail of lust. He works his way down, cleaning the slut's body like a good little whore as Ethan watches with unbridled amusement and satisfaction, enjoying every moment of this boy’s slow descent into total and complete depravity. Once he's reached Thomas's hole, Johnny hesitates for just a second—reluctant but unable to deny his Master's command even as it fills him with revulsion and self-loathing. Slowly and carefully, he begins circling his tongue around the stretched rim of the slave's ass: Tasting Ethan's cum mixed with his own and feeling an unfamiliar wave of shame wash over him. He starts to suck lightly, trying to coax the last bit of residual cum from inside Thomas's body while Ethan watches on, a smile of pure bliss spreading across his face as he savors every moment of this final act of degradation and submission. Finally, after what feels like hours but is in reality just minutes at best, there is no more cum left inside Thomas: The hole now completely clean and free from any traces of their shared debauchery. With a satisfied smirk, Ethan pulls Johnny up off his knees, his cock still rock hard with desire even after the intensity of what they had all just experienced. "You've done well," he says softly, running his fingers through Johnny's hair before pulling him into an unexpected kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath in the silence of the night. With one final look of pure adoration in Ethan's direction, Johnny leans forward and starts to lick his Master's cock clean: The taste of Thomas's ass still lingering on the shaft but unable to overshadow the undeniable sense of power and control that pulses through him as he worships at Ethan's feet. As he works his tongue around the sensitive flesh, Johnny can feel a newfound sense of belonging and purpose taking root within him: Knowing that from now on he would always be nothing more than an object for Ethan's pleasure—a tool used to fulfill the darkest desires lurking deep in his soul. They collapse together onto their side, tangled up in each other's limbs: The room still spinning with the intensity of their shared passion even as exhaustion slowly starts to take its hold. Ethan and Thomas rest, their bodies entangled almost lovingly. Meanwhile, Johnny lays awake staring up at the ceiling: The events of tonight etched permanently onto his mind as he comes to terms with this new life he has chosen for himself. Despite everything he's been through, there's one thought that remains constant throughout: No matter how filthy and depraved these acts might seem, there was something undeniably tender about what he felt for Thomas—and as long as their Master granted them permission to exist in each other's twisted world, he would follow him willingly into whatever darkness lay ahead. He joins Ethan and Thomas, the slave’s head resting against his new master’s chest, hearing a faint heartbeat that helps relax him. Ethan watches his once-formidable rival crumble before him, and he can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction coursing through him: Seeing the man who had once challenged his very existence reduced to nothing more than a willing slave was perhaps even sweeter than achieving dominance over Thomas just mere hours ago. Ethan realizes that his desire to see them both fully submitted under his authority is only just beginning to take shape: There will be so many more acts of humiliation and degradation awaiting them in the days, weeks, and months ahead. So the night ends with three men connected by bonds stronger than blood and fate itself: Two slaves bound together under the same master's gaze while their owner watched on approvingly from his throne atop this kingdom built upon debauchery untold.

I'll have to get a smaller plug and try that. I love my MareMaker100 and it's getting pretty easy to get in. However I can only keep it in for a few minutes normally, and my best is half an hourish. Lube doesnt seem to be an issue, but the muscles definately start complaining. I wish there were more dildos that were thicker without length, that would be perfect to strap in and work around the house and sleep because I can take 8.5 to 9 in circumference without and real warmup these days.

my story is all over BZ. The short version is i used to be married to a woman. i was religiously conditioned from an early age that being gay is "sick and sinful," and actually believed it was a choice. i spent a large portion of my life trying not to be gay. It didn't work. Ever. One of the worst results is, while married and trying not to be gay, i started cheating... having sex with guys on the DL. For me, it was a tortured existence. i hated myself for lying and cheating. my former wife actually knew i am attracted to guys prior to our marriage, but we were both very deluded and ignorant because of our beliefs, and neither of us really knew what that meant. For me, sex became like a drug fix, it was my only form of affirmation since i was making every effort to not be gay. i wouldn't call them "rules," but i did end up being scrupulously honest and open in all sorts of other ways, trying to compensate i think. Rules for cheating seems a contradiction of terms. Cheating is breaking the rules? To me, what you have created is an illusion. i do not think you have the connection with your husband that you think you have because he does not know you. There is a sizable part of you, a need/desire, that he does not know about. You project an image vs your true self, and he has a relationship with that image vs the real you. To me, it seems a sort of stage play for you, where you are an actor... and he doesn't know that. He thinks you are the real thing. Which, i'm sure you are in some ways, but you are aware based on what and how you write, that he'd be deeply hurt if he knew the real you. You seem fragmented to me, a part of you loves him, a part of you does not.

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 2 I heard moans from Tyson as I began to easy his virgin ass. As I began to when my tongue in deeper I reached for the Tina shards I had stashed just under the couch. I knew he might be resistant when I opened to slide my finger inside him to press on his prostate. I knew once I had that under my finger he’d feel the pleasure it would provide and allow me to slip in a nice shard of Tina. As I continued licking his ass I would brush my thumb across his hole several times to test if he was ready for me to penetrate him with my finger. After I brushed over his hole for the sixth time I decided ready or not Tyson was getting penetrated. I pushed my index finger into Tyson at which he first yelled out, “What the fuck are you doing?” I answered with, “Getting you hard bro.” I pushed in far enough to start rubbing his prostate causing him to change his tune suddenly hearing him moan and say “Oh fuck.” I worked my finger around before slipping in a savings finger along with a nice size shard or Tina. Tyson’s cock was kind of responding to the prostate stimulation, but with the Tina I was shoving into his ass I was sure it would keep him soft. Tyson made a quick comment about the burn from the Tina just pushed into his ass. As I felt it melt I readied another shard as I worked the two fingers currently inside my bro. Tyson was moaning like the bitch I was turning him into. I pushed a third finger ambit with two shards of Tina into his ass. I knew the Tina as not only going to give him a good case of Tina dick while making his hole very hungry. I continued to work his hole with my fingers as he continued to moan and his dick began to soften as I sucked it. As I worked the two shards of Tina into the walls of Tyson’s ass I could feel a change occurring in his ass, I felt his hole trying to sucking my fingers in deeper. I knew that he was ready for my 8.5” cock that was stuck hard. I had freed it from my shorts when I first pushed my index finger inside him. And as my three fingers teased him with the Tina and G clouding his thoughts I was getting it lubed up and ready to fuck him. It was time, I pulled my fingers from within Tyson eliciting a moan of disappointment and a request I had hoped for, “Damn bro, or your fingers back in my ass. That felt so damn good.” I didn’t say a word at first as I stood up between Tyson's legs, pushing his legs back as my cock lined up with his hungry hole. I spoke to him as the tip of my cock teased his hole, “I’ve got something I know you’re going enjoy much better.” I then pushed forward forcing my cock inside my brother’s straight ass. I expected some resistance or complaints from my new bottom bitch of a brother, but instead he moaned. The look on his face told me that he was conflicted between the pleasure my cock was giving him and the thought that he was getting fucked. It too me 5 strokes before I was balls deep. After a few minutes of my fucking him I paused and held still deep inside Tyson. I pulled out my well packed Tina pipe, lit my torch heating the bowl and sucking in the white smoke. I took 3 good hits as my brother looked up at me while I took a 4th hit which I intended to shotgun to Tyson. I leaned down placing my mouth over my brother's mouth and as I felt him to start to inhale I released the simple from my lungs. Tyson easily sucked in most of the smoke I released. The shotgun turned into a kiss that Tyson seemed to resist at first but as the Tina continued to take over his mind he began to kiss back. I resumed fucking my Tyson as I continued to smoke from my pipe and shotgun the smoke to, a now very willing, Tyson. My brother continued to kiss me along with taking the Tina I was giving him. The other thing he didn't know here was getting from me was my un medicated HIV. It dick was spewing forth a steady stream of my pre cum and soon he'd get a huge load of my dirty, poz cum. I planned to give him my first load without him knowing was going to be easy. When I smoke Tina I tend to have multiple orgasms and I was about to have the first of many. I felt my cock swell, could feel my balls pulled tight and then filled Tyson’s ass when a months worth of cum.

I hate chloroform; it always makes my ass sore afterwards.

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... "He tossed the bottle of poppers between my legs, the smile on his face gone. He was an animal now. He gestured at the little brown bottle, "You better hit those. I'm going to make that hole gape by the end. And keep them close because I'm not stopping again." I shivered in anticipation, grabbed the bottle of poppers and shoved them to my nose. I inhaled deeply just as I felt his cock line up with my ass. This time he was determined to ruin me. And I couldn't wait to feel that bare cock back in me." ----------------- I took my time inhaling the poppers, being sure to hold them in as long as possible before exhaling. As my first hit left my lungs and my head began to flush I felt him pop his cockhead back into my ass. I groaned happily and somewhat nervously. The devious grin that he been sporting earlier had been replaced with a menacing sneer. I was at once scared and turned on more than I'd ever been before. His cockhead stayed in my ass for a split second, then I felt him remove it again. He rubbed the head against my hole again, popping it back in. He was teasing me. The poppers were in full swing and I moaned out for him to fuck me but he didn't. He continued to cockhead tease me. Over and over and he popped that mushroom head in and out of my ass. When the last popper hit began to wane I could tell that my hole was beginning to feel the wear and tear of his cockhead's assault. I wondered why he was trying to tear me open. He picked up on the fact that the poppers were fading again and slapped my ass telling me to take a double hit. This alarmed me more than anything he had told me to do yet. This was my first time with poppers and a double hit sounded like bliss amplified times ten. But it also meant he was about to go full throttle on my ass. I grabbed the poppers and jammed them up to my nose, inhaling deep and then did it again. Just as I exhaled the double hit I felt him shift on the bed, getting ready. I gritted my teeth, instinct kicking in. The poppers washed over me, twice as strong as ever before and in that moment my OC stud slammed his eight inch bare cock into my ass in one thrust. I screamed out, not in pain but in surprise and in reaction to the extreme sensations that were emanating from my ass through the rest of my body. It felt like he was fucking all of me, not just my hole. Before I could catch my breath and determine if I could take this attack he pulled all eight raw inches back out, lined up again, and slammed into me for the second time. Suddenly I understood how he was going to make my hole gape open. And despite the roughness and the intensity of the fuck, the poppers made me want it. I wanted it all. I wanted him to make me his. He repeated the slam fuck a dozen times before he jammed his cock all the way into me, pulling my hips back and grinding in deep. I couldn't see him but I could tell he was enjoying himself when he said through clenched teeth, "Yeah, take that bareback fuck you lil slut." I moaned and begged for more. He withdrew just as I grabbed for the poppers. He slammed back in and this time I could feel my hole offer no resistance. I hit the poppers hard and gave over. I hunkered down onto the bed but raised my ass up high, my sluttiness displaying itself without provocation. He growled a low appreciative sound and began to slam fuck me some more. In and out, all eight inches and that fat mushroom head went. At some point I realized both of his hands were resting on my hips, meaning his cock was hard enough and my hole was open enough for him to guide it in and out completely without any assistance. He had made me his whore and I was loving it. Soon he pulled out of my ass entirely and I felt the bed shift again. I felt him grab my hips again and spin me back onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, just like we had started. He grabbed the poppers from my hand and snorted a double hit for himself and handed them back before he bent down quickly and started licking my hole. I couldn't see it but I could somehow tell it was open and puffy. He seemed pleased with himself. His tongue slipped into my ass easily. He only took a quick taste before he came back into sight and shoved his tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of what he had just sampled. I groaned into his mouth and he pulled back away. As he did I unscrewed the poppers and hit them again. I could tell we were reaching a point of no return. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and slipped his raw cock back into my ass without breaking eye contact. This was a stud fuck. As his eight inches came to the hilt he kissed me and asked what I wanted. I was flying high on the poppers and the feel of him in my bare ass. I still felt like I couldn't talk. I groaned. He ground his cock into me even harder and then made it stiffen as he had done in the beginning. Without even thinking, fueled by the poppers and my inner slut, I screamed, "Cum in me!" "Thatta boy!" he growled before shoving his tongue back into my mouth. As he did he began to slam his cock into me, leaving the head in, barely, before slamming it all back in. I was loose and that was his goal. But I noticed a slight change in his onslaught. He had begun to grind in as hard as possible everytime he bottomed out in my ass. He was preparing the deepest possible spot for him to leave his cum. He kept this up for a few minutes before he grabbed the poppers from me, unscrewing the cap while he gently ground into me. He leaned forward, using his planted cock to stabilize himself, and stuck the poppers under my nose. "Here little piggy, get ready...I'm close." I inhaled deeper than any of the other times during our session. He grinned for the first time in twenty minutes. Then he moved the bottle to my other nostril and grunted as he stiffened his cock in me. He had a way without words. I inhaled. He took a double hit himself and then threw the poppers next to us. In no time we were both flying high and he was slamming into my ass full force. I was in another place, a heavenly place. A god was about to breed my ass with his rock hard eight inch bareback cock. I felt distant from my body, euphoric. We had locked eyes and he was sweating. His face was red and I could see his abs crunching together in perfect unison with his rhythm. My ass was his. "You want it boy?" he said during a rough slam. "YES! Please!" I begged. "Please what?" he sneered. "Cum in me! Breed me!" I whimpered. I had never been so cum-hungry in my life. I didn't just want it, I NEEDED it. About that time his balls, which had been slapping against my ass, started to feel like they were tightening up against my backside. His eyes glazed over but he kept slamming into me. I knew he was close. "Here it cums!" He bellowed. Right at the moment he pulled out entirely and slammed all eight raw inches back into me, deeper than he had during the entirety of our fuck. I felt his cock stiffen inside of me, pulsing, becoming harder. A split second later I felt it, the greatest feeling in the world. I could feel something white hot squirting inside of me. I have no idea how many shots I had earned but it felt so amazing filling me up. He was still looking me right in the eye as he came, his face beet red. "Fuck yessss." he groaned as he emptied his nuts in my sixteen year old ass. I realized I was moaning in tune with him. Eventually he stopped groaning and began to grind his raw cock into my now cum-filled ass. He was making sure it stayed as deep as possible. His cock was still rock hard inside of me. We caught our breath for a second with him still planted inside of me. He was enjoying the slick feeling of my ass now that he had made me his. He smiled softly and looked down between us. My still rock hard cock was sandwiched between us and a puddle of precum the size of most guy's cumshot was dripping down my sides. I had honestly completely forgotten that I had a cock. I had just been a hole. But the minute he made me aware of my dick I knew I had to cum. Without speaking his began to gently move his cock in and out of my well bred ass. I took my cue and began to jack my cock quickly. It didn't take long, maybe five seconds, before I shot a massive load. It coated his chest, dripping down onto me and the sheets around us. As I came he ground all eight inches back into me and muttered, "Yeah, milk me dry." I came for what seemed like days. But eventually reality sank in and I felt him lean down to kiss me. This time gently. He stuck his tongue in my mouth while he slowly removed his still rock hard cock from my ass. This time there was no pop and when he stood back he nodded in approval at the site of my asshole. All he said was one word, "Wrecked." And just like that he turned and walked down the hallway, with me still laying on the bed covered in sweat and cum, trying to catch my breath. I tried to sit up but it was more difficult than I could've predicted. Eventually I managed to get off the bed, feeling my now cooling load dripping off of me onto the carpet. I was a mess. I started down the hallway just in time to hear the door close. He was gone without a word. I felt used in the best way. I turned back around as I heard him start his car. I climbed back on to the bed and lifted my legs above my head and rubbed my hole. It was sore, puffy, well-fucked and slippery but not as slick as I would have expected. Apparently his immense load was lodged securely deep in my gut. My cock bounced on my abs and I knew I had to get off again, a few short minutes after I had cum with an Adonis' raw cock and load in my ass. I looked to my right and saw he had left me a parting gift. The bottle of poppers. I was never the same after that. Epilogue I dreamed of that stud for years after our encounter. I never saw him in our local room again and everytime I tried to catch him on gay.com he wasn't on or didn't respond. Then, when I was around 20, I caught him online and he actually responded. I told him I was the sixteen year old he had bred in my hometown. He said he remembered but he seemed cagey. Then he asked me if he had cum in me. When I said he had he stopped responding. To this day he has not logged back on to that gay.com account. I have no idea what the implication of that is but the mystery and dirtiness of it all still gets me off to this day. I hope you guys enjoyed! More...