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Chapter 3 So here I was, getting my lungs full of the white smoke, encouraged by Jamal, who was holding the pipe for me. I later found out that he enjoyed this moment so much, getting me full of t for my first time and spinning me out… “Just like that baby, perfect!” Now hold it in for a moment before you let it out…” He moved the lighter away from me and looked at me with those sparkling eyes and a wide grin, while I exhaled. “How was that?” “Ehm, okay I guess?” “Good, just take another one. It takes a bit to get going…” With that he made me take three more hits back to back. And that’s when it hit me! “Whoa…” I looked at him. “Feel it, sexy?” He growled, while putting the lighter away, grabbing my hair and looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah…” I just said. I felt a tingling rising in me, an energy that I couldn’t describe. “Very good sweety. This will get you even more relaxed for my cock.” With that, he slapped his big and steelhard cock against the side of my face and awakened me from my shortlived stupor. “Get to work, come on!” And I did. I got his head into my mouth and then as much of his cock as I could. I wanted it all, even more than before, and I was now sure that I would be able to take it, eventually. “That’s what I love my sluts like!” he sighed, barely audible. I went to work on his delicious cock, I just wanted it more and more down my throat and I made slow progress with each up and down. I Heard the lighter again and after a while, Jamal pulled me up from his cock, told me to exhale. I didn’t know what was happening, but did as I was told, when he put his mouth on top of mine and exhaled his thick cloud into me. He then put his hand over my mouth. “Hold it in for ten seconds and then go down to my cock, get as much of it in you as you can while still being able to breathe and exhale.” I did as I was told, too intrigued to think about it. I took his cock back where it belonged and then figured out where it would still leave me some room to breathe while exhaling. I enveloped his cock into a cloud and looked up at him “Fuck baby, that´s the best sight a cocksucker can make for me down there, just like that. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my shaft and exhaling this cloud around it!” he praised. I felt a tingling. I didn’t know if it was from his praise, the smoke or the combination, but I smiled, as far as his cock allowed me to do and wriggled my tongue alongside its underside as a thank you. “Haha good boy! Now take it all down, come on…” I really tried, but I still couldn’t. I heard moans from behind me and needed a moment to realize that it was the porn, where the boy was likely already getting fucked. I still needed to get there, but first things first… I tried to impale my head again on his shaft and get it further into my throat. I wanted him moaning, I wanted his approval. And I also just really wanted his delicious dick! I was lost for a moment in the amazement of what was happening to me and sucking this hot guy off. That’s when I heard a shuffling behind me. I was shocked for a second, before I tried to withdraw my mouth from Jamals cock and turn around, but Jamal was faster and kept my head in his grip, his cock still firmly inside my mouth. “Don’t you worry Jakey, it’s just my friend Taron. It´s nothing to be ashamed of to suck my wonderful cock, right? He knows it happening all the time, don’t you man?” He turned his head and looked behind me. “Haha sure man. Got yourself a pretty one there it seems!” His voice was friendly, but a bit of a growl while not being as low as Jamals. He stepped few steps to the side so I could finally see him with my half turned head, despite being still impaled on Jamal´s cock. And what a sight he was! Similarly built as Jamal, not quite as tall, though also really muscular, with a slightly darker complexion. He just had a towel draped around his waist, where his cock poked obscenely out in the front. When my gaze went to his face, he looked at me with these beautiful dark eyes among his chiseled face and a mob of curly black hair with a side cut on the left, where he also had a glimmering earring He grinned a bright and sexy smile, that made his face seem younger. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties I guessed, a bit younger than Jamal. But oh fuck was he hot! For the third time this day I realized that I had stared, but this time with my mouth full of cock while a stranger was looking down at me and could barely contain his laughter. “Your face looks just as cute as I thought, but I have to say: Having that thick black dick in your mouth makes you look kind of slutty!” They both had a laugh at my expense, but I also chuckled from his comment, as I imagined myself in that moment. He had a point I guess. Jamal finally let go of my head and I withdrew my mouth, wiped my spit off my face with the back of my hand and wanted to get up. That’s when Jamal intervened: “No need for such formalities baby! You stay right where you are…” and put his hands on top of my shoulders. I was taken aback, unsure what to do. “He has already seen you sucking my cock so you don’t need to get up and shake his hand, right? Just tell him who you are and what you´re doing here.” “Ah yeah I´m jake and I´m here because Jamal… we met at pride and…” Jamal erupted into laughter when I turned my gaze to him. Taron just grinned and stepped closer. “Don´t let him play you for a fool so much Jake. He loves that!” and then fist bumped Jamal over my head. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be angry. But in the next second Taron let his hand fall to my head and started massaging my head with the tips of his fingers. I was taken aback, but it felt great! “I… I´ll try!” I just said and Taron grinned at me again. “Good. You can´t let him have his way with you completely, can you?” I didn’t know what to say. This was just so surreal. I was on my knees between these two black gods I just got to know, being discovered by the one sucking the other one´s cock. High on something, horny as fuck and completely overwhelmed by it all.

Here is the next chapter. I have more chapters written, but I'm editing them for content and length. I'll post them as I feel they are ready. Getting Away, Part 3 Matt awoke the next day and couldn’t shake what he’d done the night before with Snake. He was really turned on by the sex. But he was really upset at himself for letting a highly promiscuous guy he’d just met cum in his unprotected ass. Again! After he’d promised himself he would not engage in unsafe sex. Matt was drinking his coffee and listening to some NPR news story about Al Gore and George W. Buch campaigning in Florida in the same day. Matt realized he was barely listening to the radio and was instead stroking his cock through his briefs. He was rock hard thinking about Snake’s amazing cock fucking him last night. Paul got up and stumbles to the pot of coffee Matt had made. He was looking a little rough. Although they shared a bed, Matt hadn’t seen Paul after he and Snake fucked in the field. Matt allows Paul some peace to drink his coffee, Paul leans on the counter next to Matt and places his head on Matt’s shoulder. He is definitely hungover. Matt asks about Paul’s night and Paul grunts. Matt says, “I’m going for a run. Then I’ll come back and make breakfast for us.” Matt puts on a jockstrap, running shorts and running shoes and was off at a good pace. As he is running through the camp site, it was coming to life. He sees some guys having coffee outside, others doing a walk of shame/fame, workers cleaning up after the Moonlight Swim, and in one of the RV parks Matt saw a couple guys, including "July bottom," that he met last night. He jogs over to say hi. About 6-7 RVs of guys are making brunch and drinking mimosas. Before he takes off, Matt learns there is another Moonlight Swim tonight and a DJ. He waves and takes off on his run. It is just a few minutes when Matt again sees a hub of activity and guys walking to a kind of wooden band stage, chow hall thing with a faintly Native American theme. He runs by and sees folks setting up what looks like coffee and freshly fried donuts. Matt sees some of the fun guys he was in the pool with the night before and thinks he’d definitely like to spend some time with them later. So, Matt pauses his run again to say hi. The guy who had loosened Matt’s swimsuit laces the night before quickly puts down his donut and comes over to talk to the, once again, mostly naked Matt. Matt agrees to meet them at the pool later. Matt leaves off on his run again listening to the good-natured banter behind him. At this point, Matt decides to turn out of the park and really stretch his legs for a few miles. Matt needs to think. Running helps him think. As Matt runs, he replayed the events of last night and realizes that while Snake had clearly wanted to fuck him bareback; it was Matt who sat on Snake’s beautiful cock knowing they didn’t have a condom and Matt who had asked Snake to cum inside him. Matt knew it wasn’t safe behavior, but he couldn’t help but be turned on by it. He admits to himself that he wants Snake to cum inside him again. But Matt also knows that he should play safe. He really didn’t know Snake at all and what he does know is that Snake loves fucking guys, is good at it, and has many partners. Matt assumes that Snake fucked most of them bareback too. Matt runs what seemed to be about 3 miles before turning for the park. By the time Matt returns to the park he was sweaty, has decided to use condoms with Snake the rest of the weekend, and that he was going to make French toast and bacon for Paul because that would help with the hangover. Matt jogs back, sees Paul nursing his hangover on the porch, checked on him, gives Paul a kiss on the cheek and gets in the shower. In the shower, Matt congratulates himself on making the decisions he made to engage in safe sex and overcome his desire to feel Snake cum inside him. As Matt starts cleaning out he thinks about Snake cumming inside him again, Matt’s cock hardens. By the time Matt is done cleaning out, he is so turned on by the thought of Snake cumming in his ass that he jerks off in the shower while fingering his ass with shampoo. Paul and Matt eat breakfast and decide to head over to the pool with a cooler of Bloody Marys and snacks. Matt remembers to bring condoms with him in the pool supplies. When Paul sees the condoms, he asks if Matt used one last night. Matt blushes and says he forgot them when he changed clothes. Paul pulls Matt in for a one-armed hug and says, “Slut.” They laugh. Matt is in the white speedo today and a very loose, revealing tank top cut all the way down the sides to his waist. When they get to the pool and are setting up, a couple bears whistle at Matt’s outfit. He says, “It’s August. It’s hot. Why not?” One of the bears says, “You look very sexy today.” The boys all intro themselves and the bears group grows as their friends arrive. It is a very chill late morning. Around lunchtime, a group of the bears are going back to their camping area for burgers. They invite Paul and Matt who tag along and bring their cooler. As they get close to the camping area, Matt sees Snake over by a fairly disused cabin. Matt goes over to say hi. Snake perks up when he sees Matt and says how hot he looks in his white speedo and tank top. His rough hands immediately feel under Matt’s shirt and his ass. Snake says, “Fuck you look so hot.” Snake kisses Matt. Matt feels Snake’s cock. Snake is already chubbed up and as soon as Matt touches the cock, it becomes rock hard. Snake’s hand slides into Matt’s speedo and he grabs Matt’s ass. Matt moans. Snake says, “I gotta fuck you.” Matt says, “Fuck yes.” Then Matt hesitates and says, “I brought condoms this time. We really should use them.” Snake looks at Matt. This hot, sexy twink is really one of the best fucks Snake has had in a while so Snake stifles his impulse to tell Matt "what’s the point of a condom now?" Instead, he humors the boy. Snake says, “Whatever you want babe.” And as he says it, he slips Matt’s speedos down his legs and they fall on the ground. The guys making lunch are watching all this happen. Paul rolls his eyes, chuckles to himself, grabs the spatula out of the distracted cook’s hand, and tosses a couple of burgers on the fire. The bears are all staring at the sex scene unfolding in front of them. They watch as the camp site worker gets the tank top off Matt who is now completely naked, and leads him inside the cabin. With the door open and completely in eyesight of the group of bears, the camp site worker undoes his pants, takes out an awesome cock and slaps it on Matt’s ass. At this point a couple of the bears walk over for a better view because clearly Matt and the worker don’t mind an audience. Matt is slightly bent over some bags of garden supplies with his legs spread and Snake’s cock rubbing in his crack. Matt reminds Snake of the condoms and lube in his bag, which is miraculously just inside the cabin door and not outside with Matt’s clothes. Snake kneels to get the supplies, grabs the condoms, goes to hand a couple to Matt and they fall to the floor. Snake grabs the lube. Matt leans over to pick up the condoms as Snake turns back to Matt. He sees Matt’s hole as Matt leans over and he can’t stop himself, Snake’s tongue goes right for it. Matt is surprised but moans as the wet tongue slips into his ass. A small group of the bears are now less than 30 feet away as they watch the scene unfolding. Matt’s ass is getting eaten intensely by the camp worker. The preppy, good natured twink is moaning like a slut as his ass his eaten. They see the camp worker lubing and jerking his cock as he eats Matt’s ass. They see the condoms on the floor and assume the boys are going to fuck. But they are not surprised that this preppy boy would play safe – almost all of the bears play safe, almost all of the time. Matt and the camp worker reposition themselves, so Matt is on all fours and the camp worker is eating his ass and lubing Matt’s cock. Matt is loving the attention, and the wet tongue feels amazing on his ass. He sees the condoms on the floor in his sex induced haze and he is happy he brought them. Matt feels Snake’s impressive cock rubbing on his ass and he moans knowing soon it will be inside him. Matt remembers how good it felt last night. Bareback! Cumming Inside His Ass! Filling Him Up! Matt reminds himself to be a good boy. Matt strokes his cock. He wants to be fucked so badly. Snake watches the twink getting lost in his desire to be fucked. Snake knows he has Matt almost where he wants him. Snake wants Matt to take it bareback so he leans his body on the twink's back and kisses Matt’s neck. He rubs his cock in Matt’s crack and catches the head on Matt’s hole a few times. Snake says, “Fuck babe. I want to fuck you the same way we fucked last night.” Matt softly moans, “Me too. But….um” Snake says, “Can I put it in bareback again? I mean you already have my cum inside you right? Can I add some more in you?” Matt feels Snake’s cock pushing on his hole and it feels good. Matt looks at the condoms on the floor knowing they should use one. Matt says, “Just fuck me.” Snake smiles and says, “Bareback?” Matt lets himself get lost in lust and says, “Yes. Fuck me bareback.” The bears don’t know what the boys said to each other, but they watch as the big cock slides slowly and determinedly into Matt’s willing hole. They notice that the camp worker did not put on a condom. This preppy twink they’ve been hanging with and lusting for all morning is get fucked bareback right in front of them. The preppy twink who gives off “good boy” vibes is taking it bareback with unopened condoms literally right next to him. One of the bears cums in his swimsuit watching the scene. Another drops to his knees and fishes out the hard cocks of three of his friends and starts giving head. In the cabin, Matt and Snake are in the midst of a hot fuck. Matt is moaning and pushing his ass back to meet Snake’s thrusts. Snake is holding the twink’s hips tightly as his cock is buried bareback up this ass, again. Matt loves how he feels full of Snake’s cock and when the cock rubs his prostate, Matt grunts and moans in pleasure. Snake is as turned on by getting Matt to give in and take in bareback again. Snake wants one more thing to make his conquest of this twink and his amazing ass complete. He smiles as he fucks Matt thinking about it. He knows Matt will do it but doesn’t know if he’ll do it enthusiastically. Snake picks up his pace for a bit, then grinds his big cock on Matt’s fuck button, then picks up the pace, and grinds on the fuck button again. He does this a few more times. Snake thinks he’s got Matt in a fuck stupor now and he says, “I’m getting close babe. Where do you want my load?” With no sense of his own voice Matt starts moaning, “In me. In me. In me.” But it is so soft that while Snake knows what Matt is saying instinctively; Snake actually can’t hear the twink's words. Snake says, “I am close babe. I can’t hear you. Do you want me to cum inside you or pullout?” Matt responds, louder this time, just loud enough for the bears to hear him; “Don’t pullout. Cum in my ass. Cum inside me.” Snake is so turned on by the twink’s complete reversal from safe sex/use a condom nature less than 15 minutes ago into a cumdump begging for his load. His conquest complete, Snake shoots a load in Matt’s ass. Matt is jerking his cock and shoots on the floor of the cabin. Two of the bears cum on their friend as they hear the preppy twink beg for cum in his ass. The bear sucking cock focuses on the cock in his mouth and jerking himself as his friends loads drip down his cheeks. Snake surprised and overwhelmed by his orgasm slides out of Matt’s ass and sits back on his haunches, then leans against the bags of garden materials, exhausted. Matt joins Snake against the bags. He feels well fucked but is not as tired as Snake. For the first time, Matt looks around. He sees his bag, the lube, the unopened condoms, and then outside he sees his clothes. Matt is startled….OUTSIDE! He says to Snake, “Oh my god. I didn’t know the door was open. People probably saw us fucking.” Barely aware of his surroundings, Snake says, “And we gave them a fucking great show if they did watch. You are a great fuck.” All Matt can think is that guys probably saw and heard him get fucked bareback. Matt’s mind is moving a mile a minute trying to process how he was so set on condoms this morning, brought them today, and still gave in to wanting bare cock inside him. Snake runs his hand over Matt’s naked, sexy, athletic body and says, “Come here.” He pulls Matt to him and kisses Matt in a way Snake hasn’t kissed a guy in a while. Snake feels true appreciation for how he feels right now and the things this twink did to exhaust him so much. He says, “That was probably the best sex I’ve had in years. I am going to want some more. Is that okay with you?” Even Snake is surprised at how kind, respectful and caring he sounds. Matt smiles, says yes, and kisses Snake back. The boys hear a noise outside, quickly disentangle themselves, and Matt gingerly goes out to get his shirt, speedo and flip flops. He sees it was the two of the bears. One is on his knees covered in cum and the other one is standing over the first having clearly just shot his load. Matt, feeling a little better about putting on a show, smiles awkwardly and says, “Did you boys enjoy the show?” The guys both say they did and how hot it was. Snake gets dressed. Matt slips on his speedo, shirt and flip flops, collects his things and walks back to their campsite for lunch. The bears keep talking about how fucking hot the sex scene was….”like out of an 80s porn” one says. The other says, “But he shot inside, so not totally an 80s porn.” The two bears laugh and agree. Matt realizes these guys aren’t judging him, but laughing with him. Matt’s anxiety about the situation slips away. The self-confident, preppy, good natured attitude returns. Matt turns and sees Snake watching him walk away. He smiles and waves at the man who just filled his ass with cum. They get back to the campsite. Matt grabs a burger and sits on a big rock next to Paul, who is on the ground. Paul smiles, leans his head on Matt’s leg, looks up and softly asks, “Used a condom this time?” Matt looks at Paul, who is smiling knowingly up at Matt, and says “Asshole.” Both boys laugh.

I recently visited The Vault with a bttm fuckbuddy. It’s been my fantasy to see his ass get used at a sex club. Saturday was naked / underwear night and he was wearing a black jockstrap with his firm round muscle ass in display. First guy fucked him and came, I then had to feel his wet hole.. then a really cute nerdy muscular guy approached me, we kissed then he took my hand and guided to his ass, which was beautiful and round and definitely been fucked as he was very wet. That got me really hard and so fucked him while he fucked my friend, I was in deep when he came inside my friend. He pulled out, thanked me and walked off. A sexy big daddy type guy came over and wanted to taste my cock. He had a very big, thick cock which my friend started sucking. I then asked him to fuck my friend’s wet pussy. He turned him around and slid in with no hesitation, deep and my friend was moaning with pleasure as we took turns on his hungry ass. After a while, we took a break. We saw a well known porn actor, he came over and just presented his ass to me, he was so wet and dripping with cum and lube, I had to have his ass. I fucked him till he asked me to breed him, which drove me over the edge and I shot a 5 day load in him. My friend was jealous because he wanted it. On the tube home, I fingered his hole and he said he needed my cum. I fucked him around the tube starting in a small park. It was much needed, but am now addicted to cum hungry bottoms and want more

I love a sloppy hole , firstly because its owner in more likely to be a slag , and /or because he may have already been fucked very recently and possibly be preloaded . This is why I love Saunas

Chapter 3 – The Fun Begins Chapters 1 and 2 tell about my meeting a new guy at a party and then inviting him to my place for dinner. We had a meal and moved to my living room, where we made out, fondled each other, and got stripped down to our jocks. Then, up to the bedroom. So far, we’ve sucked, rimmed, and used a dildo on each other. I’ve just proposed a game to let us learn more about each other. With our clothes back on, I suggested we go back downstairs and get something to drink while we played. We grabbed some juice from the fridge and moved to the back deck. It was still warm enough that we could hang out under the stars, and it was private enough that we could do whatever we wanted out there. I told Jeff, “Here’s the game. We ask each other questions, and, for each yes answer, we remove an item of clothing. Sound good?” He agreed to it, and I told him to start. Jeff pondered his question for a while, then asked, “Have you been to a nude resort?” I had, so my shirt came off. Jeff had too, so he removed his shirt. Now, it was my turn. “Have you had sex with four or more guys in a session?” I reached down to pull off a sock since I’d been in lots of group sessions. Jeff saw me take off a sock, and he did the same. That's good; we’ve established that groups are fun. Next, Jeff asked, “Have you been double fucked?” Well, there went the other sock for me, but not him. When he saw me take off my sock, he assured me that he was definitely up for it but hadn’t had the chance to make it happen yet. Nice, we’re both pigs. His no to the previous question made me curious. “Have you been fisted?” There went my jeans. Jeff looked at me with a sly grin as he removed his other sock. This is awesome. We’re both into fisting! Now, I just have my jockstrap on, and he has his jeans and jock. With no hesitation, Jeff asked, “Do you party and play?” Fuck, this is fantastic! This was the big question I had about him. He removed his jeans, and I sat there for a moment watching him. But then, I had to strip off the jock. My turn again. “Want to blow some clouds and fist each other in my playroom?” Jeff couldn’t get his jock off fast enough. Now, we were both naked, hard, and ready to get into some serious partying. We both got up and gathered our clothing. We threw it on the floor in the house, grabbed some more drinks, and moved quickly to the stairs. I had Jeff go first so that I could watch his cute ass as he went up the stairs. “Second door on the left,” I told him. He opened the door to my playroom, and we went in. “Niiiice,” he exclaimed. There’s a sling in the middle of the room. The wall next to it is mirrored, and there’s a mirror mounted at the top of the sling frame. A bed is pushed up against the wall, and there’s a TV for playing porn. There’s also a computer on a table near the sling with a camera so that we can make our own porn. Of course, there’s a full assortment of toys, lube, poppers, and everything else we need to make ourselves happy. I had a pipe ready to go, so I grabbed it and the torch and brought them over to the bed where Jeff was sitting. I clicked on the torch and got some smoke swirling in the pipe. Once it was ready, I handed it and the torch to Jeff. He took it and inhaled deeply. Passing it to me, I melted it a little more and took a huge hit. We blew clouds for a while, then put the pipe down. Hunger and desire were aflame for us, and we began to grapple with each other on the bed. We were hugging, rolling around on the bed, grabbing cock and ass, making out, and getting each other worked to a frenzy. I stood up, helped Jeff up, and walked over to the sling. “Get in,” I commanded. He sat back in the sling, and I helped him get his feet into the stirrups. Now, spun and knowing what was coming, I sat down on the stool to admire the man, and the ass, in front of me. Jeff looked supremely sexy in the sling. The black leather perfectly complements his light skin and dark fur. He had several tattoos, most of birds. There were some small birds on each wrist, the large one in the center of his chest, and a small flock on his back and ass. I rubbed one of the small ones on his wrist, and he told me that he is an ornithologist who studies songbirds for a living. Wow, that’s pretty cool! He told me what each bird was and why it was important to him. But it was his ass that I was after now. Knowing that this hot man was about to take my fist was stimulating to me, and I wanted to make sure he felt good. Before sitting down, I turned on the TV and ensured that it showed the view from the camera aimed at his hole. When Jeff saw it on the screen, he grinned with pleasure. I was going to start with another toy to open him up. This time, I grabbed the Chode dildo. It’s a little thicker and longer than Drew and would do a nice job opening his hole. I added some Slam Dunk to his ass, prepping it with my fingers, then poured some X Lube on the toy. I held it up to him for inspection first, and Jeff said, “Shove it in me.” This dildo is uncut and sports some veins along the side. I placed it at his hole and, while gazing into his eyes, began to insert it. Jeff instinctively pushed down on the toy to open himself up, and a smile spread across his face as it slipped into his ass. He took about 2/3 of it before I felt some resistance. We had all night so there was no need to rush. So, I pulled it back and slid it back in, adding some twisting this time. Jeff looked to be seriously enjoying the ride, and it went in a little deeper this time. It didn’t take long to get the dildo fully inserted in Jeff’s ass. His hole was accommodating, and the hairs dragging through the lube looked sexy as I moved the toy around his hole. I fucked him with the dildo, using it to open him up for my fist. That was the ultimate goal, and his ass seemed ready for it. I pulled out the dildo, paying special attention to the angles so that the uncut head rubbed against his prostate on the way out. I picked up my lube injector and shot a healthy amount of X Lube in him. With the Slam Dunk and other lube from earlier, his ass would be a well-prepared passage. More X Lube went on my hands, and I placed my right hand at his entrance. “Ready?” Jeff nodded, so I started to push my hand into his ass. Jeff was an experienced bottom, so he knew how to push out to let me in. When I got to the thickest part of my hand, I paused for a moment, rotating my hand inside his hole. This let him feel my knuckles graze across his insides and further expand his opening. Then, I moved deeper inside him. As I went, I would twist my hand around and flex my fingers. This also let me explore his tunnel, finding the spots where there was a curve or twist in his ass. Jeff let me slide in until I was just a few inches from my elbow. The initial insertion went deep, and he took it like a pro. Now, I was going to slide back out. I started to pull back and looked up at Jeff. “Slow, or fast?” I asked. Slow, he said, smiling from ear to ear. He then picked up the poppers to have an extra kick to enjoy the withdrawal. While he was sniffing from the brown bottle, I held my hand mostly still, but once it was capped and put down, I resumed the pullout. I went at a leisurely pace as I moved my hand out of Jeff’s ass. He was writhing and squirming on the sling, letting me know how much he enjoyed the feelings. As I pulled out, I would twist my hand around, use my fingers to massage various areas and wriggle my hand from side to side. All this combines into lots of great sensations for the bottom, and I really like it, too. As with most guys, there came a point where Jeff’s ass expelled my hand. Before that happened, though, I gave him a good prostate massage. It was exciting to see his cock bounce as I rubbed on his gland. Some precum oozed out, and I let it fall to his hairy belly. I’d lick that up later. When my hand was fully out, I inserted my left hand. Since it is the smaller of the two, it went in easily. Before I knew it, I was in up to my elbow. Clearly, Jeff had taken a few fists in his time! This just made me hornier, and I wanted to provide him with an excellent experience. I alternated between hands now. My right hand would slide out just as my left hand started to go in. I’d also switched to using a fist instead of folding my fingers together. Jeff suggested that he take a hit of poppers, then I pummel his ass. After that, he said that he wanted to fist me. That sounded like a good deal to me, so I added some more lube to my hands while he sniffed the potent fumes from the poppers. Once they hit, I started to really work over his hole. Just fists now, going in and out at a pretty rapid pace. I would go as deep as possible, twisting around on the way, then pull out and go in with my other hand. Jeff was wriggling a lot in the sling, so I knew he was enjoying my efforts. He had also reached down to spread his ass as wide as possible for my hands. When he came down from the poppers, he held up a hand to slow me down, then asked me to pull out. I wanted to keep his hole open, so I asked if he’d be up for me shoving a butt plug in his ass. He certainly was up for that. Since Hankey’s doesn’t make many good butt plugs, I selected one from Topped Toys that is unironically called the Gape Keeper. In my experience, it does a very good job of keeping a hole open and ready. I lubed it up and shoved it into Jeff’s hole. Once it was well seated, I helped him out of the sling and got into it in his place. As he slowly stood, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight and seductive hug. He whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear as we embraced. I responded with a deep kiss. Now, it was my turn to take his fists.

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Final part! But also, part 0 of In Sickness? If you haven't read it, now's the time once you finish this! –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Part 0: Decorum The next couple of weeks went on like nothing happened. Some sex here and there, watching TV together when we got back from work, very usual stuff. About three weeks later, though, I woke up very ill. Cold sweats, high fever, and so on. Of course, that happened to be a day where James would go spend the night at a friend’s place. I could barely move, but I still managed to grab some water and paracetamol. The pills helped slightly, but it was still unbearable enough that I called off work. Throughout the four to five days I went through that, James was barely any help, but what else was new? By the time I was able to think coherently, it clicked — what if it was something I caught during the orgy? Long story short, I got tested, waited, got the call at home. HIV, positive. Chlamydia, positive. Everything else negative. I felt devastated. I felt awful. I felt shitty. I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to that orgy. I had no idea who I got it from. I stuck my dick in 6 people, and they each had other people’s cum in them. I had so many questions, worries, crises, but I knew I had to first be responsible and tell James. I did have sex with him a couple of times after that night, and he needed to get tested too. I waited for him to come back from work on the couch, and once he arrived I told him to sit down. “What’s going on, princess?” He said, dismissively. “It’s not princess —— whatever, that’s not the point. There’s something you need to know.” “What is it?” My heart felt like it was on my neck, but for his sake I had to muster the courage to inform him. “After I stopped being sick, I worried it all was caused by something I caught at the orgy and… uh… and… it… was. I got the call earlier.” His face turned serious, but oddly unreadable. “Oh. So… what do you have?” “HIV and chlamydia.” He stood silent. “I know it’s a shock, but don’t worry about me too much… I mean, I’ll go on treatments so I can live like normal, and gono is curable so ——“ “I can’t do this.” Now I stood silent. “… what?” “I’m breaking up with you, Brett.” “What? Why? Why now?” “You’re dirty now. I can’t be with someone with AIDS.” “But I’ll go on the pills, I’ll be okay, and it’ll mean I can’t infect you…” “That’s good for you, but I can’t do it. What if the pills don’t work? Plus, what are people gonna say about me if I keep dating you when people discover you have AIDS now?” “I don’t have AIDS, that’s not the same ——“ “Whatever. You have to respect my choice. We’re over.” “Are you really doing this to me right now? I’m at my lowest point and you’re gonna just… just leave me?” “You’re gonna be okay. I mean, it’s your first relationship, right? You get over those quick. And you’re an adult, Brett. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” This is what made me immediately snap. “Consequences of my own actions?” I yelled at him. “You convinced me to go to that orgy! You made me do it even though I didn’t want to! I always thought we were exclusive but I went to this sex party because of you! Because I wanted to make you happy! And then I found out you’re a ‘regular’ according to some stranger there? You’ve been fucking around all this time, putting yourself and me at all these risks, but now it’s my fault I caught this!? This was all your idea, James! You put me in this situation and now you’re gonna leave? I thought you fucking cared about me! I thought we’d be together through the hardships! I wanted to be with you for long, even marry you! But I’m nothing but dirty infectious trash to you now!” “Oh please, Brett, lay off. You know I don’t want to get married to anyone. I told you, you’ll be okay. Just move on.” I fought as hard as I could not to break down crying in front of him, but some sobs were able to escape. After a couple of minutes of silence sitting down on the couch which felt like hours, he got a notification on his phone. “I’m off to Andrew’s place, I made plans with him to watch that new show that came out I really wanted to watch.” “Oh yeah?” I asked between sobs. “What show is that?” “It’s, uh… It’s… I don’t remember the name. Andrew’s the one that wanted to watch it.” “You said ——“ “I gotta go.” James left the apartment and waited outside for his cab. At least he had the decorum not to ask me if he could use my car. The moment I heard the car go I broke down loudly, as the mélange of feelings overflowed. The sadness, the anger, the frustration, the loneliness, the worry about the future, the diagnosis… I don’t know how long I cried, in some ways it felt like a blip of time and in some ways it felt like days. It was dark when I regained composure. I decided to grab all my stuff, pack it up, and leave the apartment. I knew I had at least the whole night, but I did not want to see James’s face again, so I did it as quickly as possible. I considered at least writing a note for him, but he didn’t deserve it. I took all of mine I could from the place, loaded it in my car, and drove away. I stayed in a hotel for about a week. At work, there was a notification they opened a spot for my position in a city across the country, and in an impulse to run away from everything I took the opportunity. Once I moved, it took me a while to get over James. In the moment, I really thought I wanted him. I blamed myself for it all — I knew consciously that nothing was my fault and yet, I thought being ‘dirty’ was the source of all my problems. If I hadn’t gone to that orgy, James would still love me. If I hadn’t been pozzed, I wouldn’t be lonely. And I mean, he did love me, right? Even if he cheated, if he didn’t love me he wouldn’t have stayed with me. …right? About 4 months later, Facebook reminded me of a photo uploaded ‘on this day’, the only photo that James let me upload to social media for ‘privacy’. I shouldn’t have, but curiosity got the best of me, and I unblocked him and looked at his profile. A month before that, the man, my ex, who for the whole length of our relationship claimed to be against marriage, proposed to that Andrew guy. Part of me was heartbroken — he obviously did not love me, if he lied to me about his thoughts regarding marriage. Part of me was relieved, however — nothing I could’ve done would’ve made him stay. I could move on quicker. Over time, I started venturing out to see if I could date someone else. Maybe I wasn’t ready yet, but that didn’t matter to me. I even looked in those sites where people look specifically for poz guys (I think it was something like ‘breeding area’?), but I couldn’t find anyone I was into or that would want to go on a date with me. It was no longer just about my status, since all the mess made me let go and gain some weight, not to mention other insecurities. I truly thought nobody wanted me. I would die alone. I did some things to cope: some drugs, shopping, even multiple tattoos, including a scorpion one to “own” my status. They did the job in the moment, but I’d still end up feeling like shit soon after. About two years later, after one more person in a dating app rejected me, I got so angry I threw my phone across the room. The phone was totaled, screen fully broken, and since it was an older phone it was difficult to repair. Since I needed to upgrade to something new anyway, I went to this retail store near my apartment to buy a new one; I figured I had saved enough anyway. I went in, and this cute guy with a slim figure and brown hair helped me choose whether I should pick a normal model or a Pro model. He rang me up at the cashier where I paid, and before I walked away, he told me he put his card in my bag so I could call him if my phone didn’t work as expected. How nice of him. I got home, unboxed and set up my phone, and looked through the bag. There was a note, not a card, handwritten by the worker. “hey, you, think i saw you on grindr once but i had plans with someone else. i thought ur kinda cute ; ) call me if u wanna meet, my # is on the other side ; p —casey, the store guy” ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– And then goes Part 1: That man. I'm loving this little storyline I'm making, and I'm already a good bit into the following story!

Hey guys hope you read part 2 link above. And I hope you’re enjoying the read there will be probably 3 more parts. Part 3 The next morning arrived in a haunting stillness, the air crisp and cool as Alex stirred awake, his head pounding from the remnants of last night’s excess. Fragments of the wild night drifted through his foggy mind, but he couldn’t tell what was real and what was merely a dream. As he slowly rose, the eerie quiet of the house unsettled him—Mikkel’s room was empty. How had he even gotten home? Confused, and feeling a restless energy in his body, Alex stepped into the shower. The warm water did little to soothe his nerves or clear the haze clouding his memories. He headed downstairs, still caught between the sharp ache of his hangover and the strange thrill of his fragmented recollections. “Hey,” came a low voice from behind. Alex flinched, his heart pounding as he spun around. Tom stood there, watching him with a knowing smirk. In the blur of last night, Alex had completely forgotten Tom was back. “Did you have fun last night?” Tom asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “I… I can’t remember,” Alex muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure if he wanted to recall whatever had transpired. Without warning, Tom stood and crossed the space between him in one swift movement, his hand closing around Alex’s ass, firm and deliberate. Alex’s breath hitched, his heart racing in confusion and something else he didn’t quite recognize. He tried to step back, but Tom held him, his touch lingering just a moment too long. “What about this?” Tom’s voice was a low murmur, his gaze piercing. Before Alex could respond, Tom’s grip tightened, and in one fluid motion, he flipped Alex over, pinning him in place. The suddenness of it left Alex breathless, caught between fear and an undeniable, magnetic tension. Tom's lips pressed firmly against Alex's neck, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a shiver through Alex's body. A surge of panic rose in him, and he instinctively tried to pull away, but Tom's hold was firm, his presence overpowering. Just when Alex thought he might break free, Tom went down pulling Alex’s orange shorts down. He then stuck his tongue into the soft freshly showered hole, savoring the sweetness with closed eyes biting and licking those sweet boy buns, lost in the pleasure of it. He got up, and pulled out his cock and started to place it around Alex’s hole, but Alex shook his head gently. "I don't like men," he murmured, his voice trembling. Tom chuckled, his eyes dark with mischief. "You liked it last night," he said softly, his hand brushing against Alex's hard cock filled with pre cum "See? I knew you liked it." Tom bit down on Alex’s neck scared he tried to escape but Tom’s hold was to strong Tom started to stick his cock into Alex deeper and deeper see you like it. Tom than started to fuck Alex slowly but than faster and harder Alex moaned with each thrust. Alex couldn’t say no or escape Tom was to strong oh man this ass feels amazing Tom screamed. Oh man I can’t last too long I’m getting close! Tom said noooo don’t please Alex cried out loud I’m not gay. Tom than rested his head on Alex’s neck as he continued to fuck him deeply and faster ahhhh. I’m gonna cum! take it take my load. Tom shot a huge load into Alex and stayed deep inside him see that was good Tom said with a smirk, that’s when Alex moaned loudly and shoot his load all over the floor. Tom then give Alex a tongue filled kiss. Alex stood frozen, his mind spinning with confusion. What had just happened? How could he let this man fuck him so intensely? He had barely pulled up his pants, the remnants of the bizarre morning still clinging to him when the door creaked open, and Mikkel entered. “Crazy night, huh?” Mikkel’s voice was tired, his steps heavy with exhaustion. “Kim’s wild. I crashed at her place, but yeah… crazy. I’m gonna shower and hit the bed.” Alex was relieved when Mikkel didn’t notice the mess on the floor—the evidence of everything strange and unsettling about the morning. As Mikkel disappeared up the stairs, Alex sank into the couch, closing his eyes, trying to quiet the chaos in his mind. But even in the silence, he couldn’t escape the thoughts of what Tom did to him. Why was it stuck in his thoughts? A few hours passed, but Alex found no peace. His mind felt restless, and he needed clarity. He decided to head out to soccer practice, hoping the familiar rhythm of the game might distract him. But even as he moved across the field, his focus slipped. In the locker room after practice, something unexpected happened. He locked eyes with another player sitting alone on a bench. He thinks his name was Forest Shaking his head, Alex tried to resist the strange pull, as forest up got and went towards the showers eyeing Alex to follow him. Alex closed his eyes and slowly followed and there was Forest he was fully naked hot steam as the water hit his naked body touching himself Before he realized it, Alex went on his knees, consumed by the desire he didn’t understand. He wrapped his lips around Forests cock, he was bit smaller than Tom’s cock and it was the first time him sucking someone it made it abit easier for him. the feeling it gave him was overwhelming his senses, his mind swirling in a haze of pleasure and confusion. His breaths came shallow, ragged, as he whispered, “No, I can’t…” But it was too late he couldn’t stop. The indulgence was irresistible, Forest then picked Alex up and turned him around placing his cock inside Alex using nothing but spit and water from the shower. No words were shared between them, as Forest started to enter Alex more and more deeply the more satisfying, more intoxicating he felt. His body trembled with a strange euphoria. “This… this feels too good,” he muttered, yeah bro I’ve always wanted to fuck you! Forest said from behind him so hot fucking you here in the showers he added. Finally, Alex couldn’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum! Yeah bro cum for me! Ahhhh Alex screamed out loud. Felling you cum is gonna make me cum oh fuck bro yeah! And with that Forest shot deep inside Alex, Forest slowly pulled out and slapped his ass thanks! Alex just stood there for a second thinking how could he how could he take two cocks in one day… What was happening to him? He stood there, panting, staring at tiles of the showers floor he just couldn’t understand. He made his way back home—not Mikkel’s house, but his own. He needed to be alone, to think, to figure out the person he was becoming. The quiet of the night did little to soothe the growing storm within him, a mystery he couldn’t yet unravel.

Part 2 The night unfolded under the pulsating lights of Fly, the city’s hottest nightclub, where the music throbbed louder and drinks flowed freely. Hunter, ever the life of the party, ordered a round of shots just as Kim’s favorite song blared through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” she squealed, grabbing Mikkel’s arm and pulling him onto the crowded dance floor. Meanwhile, Tom, Alex, and Hunter stayed by the bar, overlooking the chaos of the dance floor from their vantage point. “Aren’t you going to join your friend?” Tom asked Alex, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe in a bit,” Alex replied, sipping his drink. Tom, sensing the buzz of the night, turned to Hunter. “Let’s go check this place out,” Hunter suggested with a grin, but not before ordering more shots and a round of gin and tonics. With drinks in hand, they ventured upstairs, finding themselves in the more mysterious, high-energy section of the club—Fly’s infamous gay room. The atmosphere shifted—dark, sultry, and electric. Music pumped harder here, the crowd more intense, and the allure of the dimly lit back room. Tom and Hunter, caught up in the beat, began to dance—moving closer, shirts peeling off, bodies glistening under the flashing lights. They danced with the kind of confidence that made heads turn, their movements in sync, as if they were seasoned dancers. Alex, however, stayed behind in a booth, watching them from the shadows, unsure if he should join. Tom slipped away from the dance floor, making his way back to Alex. “You okay being in this room?” he asked, leaning close to be heard over the music. “Yeah, I don’t mind. Maybe we should find Mikkel?” Alex slurred, the drinks beginning to take their toll. “Here, eat this,” Tom said, handing Alex something small. “What is it?” Alex asked. “It’s M. Trust me, it’ll lighten you up,” Tom grinned. Alex quickly took it, not wanting to draw attention. Moments later, Hunter returned with more drinks. “Alright, we’ll go find Mikkel after a few songs. Just come join us for a bit,” Tom urged. “I’m not like that,” Alex muttered, his voice barely audible. “Relax, Alex. You don’t have to be anything,” Tom reassured him with a wink. Reluctantly, Alex was convinced. He followed Tom back onto the dance floor, the music vibrating through his body as the M began to take effect. His head felt lighter, the room more vibrant. The lights flickered in kaleidoscopic patterns, and soon, he wasn’t just in the club—he was part of it. The beat pulsed through him, his body swaying to the rhythm without a second thought. Before long, Alex found himself sandwiched between Tom and Hunter, their movements fluid and close, enveloping him in a haze of sensation. As Tom danced behind him, his hands explored the curves of Alex’s body, fingers brushing over his ass, almost teasingly. Hunter pressed closer from the front, his body warm against Alex’s, the music carrying them all in its current. Alex, caught up in the lights, the music, and the sheer euphoria of the moment, barely noticed how intimately they danced. “Hey bud I see you’re a little happy down there,” hunter whispered with a grin. “I just feel really… good,” Alex breathed, his eyes half-closed, lost in the moment. Hunter shot a glance at Tom and smirked. “Let’s check out that back room, shall we?” They moved through the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with energy, as silhouettes of people blended into the shadows around them. Soft, murmured conversations and distant music filled the space. Tom's hands stayed firmly on Alex putting them under his pants, guiding him deeper into the room, brushing past figures whose touches grazed Alex's body, adding to the surreal atmosphere. Once they found a secluded corner, the air grew still, charged with anticipation. Tom leaned in closer, his breath warm against Alex's neck, his tongue licking him all over as he whispered something Alex couldn't quite hear over the thrum of the music. Alex's pulse quickened, yet he didn't pull away-there was something intoxicating about the moment. Hunter stood nearby, watching for a second before unbuckling Alex's pants, Tom's lips moved down to Alex's ass, each touch deliberate, drawing out every sensation. And hunter wrapping his lips around Alex’s cock he was rock hard. Alex, lost in the intensity of it all, let himself go, allowing the sensations to take over. Every sound, every flicker of light, heightened the thrill.Tom's hands explored Alex's back, his touch lingering as he pulled him in closer. Alex's moaned out loud, each moment unfolding in slow motion. There was no need for words-their bodies spoke for them. The room, the darkness, and the mysterious thrill of the unknown made it feel as if time had stopped, Alex never felt like this he enjoyed every moment he just kept his eyes shut. As Tom rose slowly, he turned Alex’s face toward him and leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. The moment felt charged, as if the world outside their corner had disappeared. When they finally pulled apart, Tom pulled out his cock and spit on his hand his eyes twinkling with lust. Tom savouring the moment, he began to press It against Alex’s hole already wet from Tom’s Tongue, inch by inch. Tom gaze occasionally back to hunter, watching him suck Alex’s cock balls deep, the scene unfolding with a quiet intensity. Tom grinned mischievously giving his cock a gentle push at first. As Alex started to moan, Tom’s excitement grew as He pushed harder, biteing down on Alex’s neck. Tom’s moans filled the room as other guys begun looking in, with each thrust sending Alex higher. As Tom counted fucking him so deeply and raw, a flicker of doubt crossed Alex’s mind. He thought to himself, How could I be doing this? He had always considered himself straight, and yet the night had taken him down a path he hadn’t anticipated. The alcohol mixed with M had clouded his judgment, altering his perceptions and pushing him beyond his usual boundaries. A part of him wondered about the choices he was making and how different he was from the person he thought he was. He than focused on Tom’s cock deep inside him moaning louder, With each thrust, Tom grew more determined, giving it all his energy until fucking him harder and harder. With one final shove, Tom was getting close oh man this ass is so tight! I’m gonna shoot oh fuck yeah!! Take my load Tom yelled out, his voice ringing through the room. completely satisfied with his efforts He wanted Alex’s ass so badly he didn’t want the moment to end he collapsed onto Alex, out of breath but grinning wildly. He glanced over at Hunter, who was watching from the other side with an amused smile, ahhh I’m gonna cum Alex squealed, hunter continued going balls deep till Alex shot his load deep down his throat. They made their way back to the dance floor and positioned themselves at the railing overlooking the vibrant scene below. From their vantage point, they noticed Mikkel and Kim lost in each other's embrace, kissing deeply with Kim's hands exploring Mikkel's cock. Guess someone’s also having a good time Tom said with a grin. Hunter, sensing the need to keep the night lively, ordered another round of drinks. Tom, Alex, and Hunter joined Mikkel and Kim, diving back into the rhythm of the music. As they danced, Alex found himself caught in a swirl of emotions, his earlier thoughts mingling with the excitement of the night. The confusion of the moment, combined with the sensory overload of the club, left him feeling both exhilarated and introspective. Alex continued to dance with his ass feeling sore and wet. more to come!

I prefer a ‘Goldilocks’ hole-one that offers initial resistance when I first penetrate, but then stretches open to accommodate my big cock. Usually by the end the hole is wrecked, gaped, dripping my sperm

Every time I see this thread resurface on my Unread tab, I get a little quiver in my hole. Absolutely love being piss fucked. I wish I could live full time in a filthy, public, men’s restroom. On a similar vein, anyone else like to run their finger up the inside of a urinal and taste it every time before you use it? The best part is getting caught.

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/

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10 Installment number Ten of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his surprisingly chem friendly hubby Charlie; the Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar; an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that soggy Saturday morning with the guesthouse doors soon to be opened and Vice, Lou and I relaxing and cooling down. Once again, apologies for the delay. SATURDAY DAWNS – STILL SOGGY STILL SEXY Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, it’s still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” After a few more grapes and some more drinks for each of us we all fell into one of those comfortable “fugue” states that can happen when taking a break in a marathon party weekend. Vaguely still stroking cock, nips or holes and drifting in almost a hypnotic state, next thing we knew it was just after 8AM. A loud noise out in the hallway seemed to rouse us all, and we all began to stir ourselves and stretch out. The view out the window showed lots of puddles everywhere along with downed branches and other wrack from the storm the night before. “Well, that sure was one stormy night,” I quipped. “You boys have as much fun as it seems you did?” “Hell yeah,” replied Lou while Vice jiggled his eyebrows at both of us smirking “No regrets, J-daddy, NO regrets.” Excellent, so THAT was out of the way, and all was not only well, all was awesome seeing the stud still so enthusiastic. “Anyone have any idea what Jimmy’s surprise is for this evening?” Vice did not, but then he’d only met Jimmy on Thursday afternoon, but Lou answered that he had a few clues but was due to hear more details later today himself. “What are your plans until then J-Man?” Lou asked. “Eating sounds good,” I began. “And frankly, I’m going to come back here after breakfast and take half a sleeping pill and get some actual sleep before I start the chemical bacchanalia back up. Later this afternoon if the sun comes out, I’ll probably go out to the dunes and get some sun and fuck around out there a bit, it’s been years… oh, and I need to go to the leather store for a few things as well. How does Café Heaven sound to you boys?” Café Heaven was by far the closest breakfast spot and one of my favorites. “Won’t the line be hellacious?” asked Lou. “Not if we find 2 more guys to eat with us,” I replied. “They have a table that fits five and only five people that they won’t give away to a group of a different size. If we shower and get over there by 9 we will likely be able to get that table. My treat by the way…” We started to move with a bit more alacrity – a few pipe puffs admittedly helped – and checked with one of the houseboys (Noah) who was out in the hall cleaning and tidying after the orgy just hours before to see if we were still clear to use their group shower room. When told “yes of course” we bundled up our kits and headed down the back stairs with just towels around our waists. We were greeted with enthusiasm by Lorenzo and a moment or two later by Miles and Zar the manager who had just entered from the laundry area with a big load of towels and sheets. Some good-natured ass-grabbing and cock-tugging ensued before we were released to shower, shave and all the rest, including each of us using the shower shots and was gratified that Vice was the first to insist we all use them to be “ready for anything”. As we were toweling off and drying our hair, we mentioned going for Breakfast, and we got our additional two guys – Zar and Miles – to join us. The other staff would finish the cleanup and other duties as these two would be taking most of the evening shift that night. Telling the guys it was time for me to call my Hubby, I left them all joking and chatting, and getting back to my room, dialed my husband’s hotel and asked for his room (no, he didn’t have a cell phone – it was 2006, and he hated them, didn’t get one until 2017. Seriously.) We chatted a bit, and I asked how the “Evening of Entertainment” was at his Convention the night before - “tragic” he responded with a chuckle, and he filled me in on a fascinating seminar the day before and which topics he was scheduled for later in the day. I was telling him about how wild the night before got with the blackout, and with Father Frank (swearing him to secrecy) and was just getting to Vice deciding to get fucked, when the boys returned. My description made Vice blush a bit, but I noticed the tent making itself known in Vice’s towel. Though most of the evening wasn’t my husband’s kind of scene, THAT portion was very hot to him he informed me. Again, promising him that I would both eat and sleep we said “I love you” to each other and ended our call. The guys were both shaking their heads. “Vice my man,” Lou began, “just how often would that conversation happen with any CHICK whose guy just had sex with a ton of other people?” Vice laughed, responding “like NEVER… can you imagine the world of abuse you’d take for that?” “Nice to know there’s an alternative, yo, right?” Lou offered while Vice smirked and nodded. Grabbing something from one of my drawers I addressed Vice. “Here” I said as he caught it easily, “put a little of this on your hole now and a couple of times today, it should keep you from getting sore.” He looked at the tube while spreading some on his bud with a finger. “Anal Eeez? That’s wickie wild man, you guys think of everything – well sex-related everything, don’tcha?” We all got dressed, with Vice pocketing the tube, and although we packed up all their stuff, including Lou’s supply box, we locked it in the closet for them to retrieve after breakfast, and headed downstairs where we collected Miles and Zar and headed out to eat. We arrived and saw a line already, but after a minute, the door opened and Deborah the owner (a former Broadway dancer with lots of friends in common) saw me, gave me a hug and kiss and asked me how many. “Five” I smirked. “Come right this way gentlemen,” as she ushered us in ahead of lots of 2-tops and 4-tops who were waiting in line for the next table that size, and were shocked that our group was heading right in. “Brilliant,” Lou whispered to me, “I have to remember to only bring 5.” It turned out to be a very fun breakfast – Lou and Zar catching up and telling stories from when they were in High School together; Vice excitedly – but quietly – telling how amazing everything the night before was especially getting fucked, while even Miles turned out to be a lot of fun. There was a wicked sense of humor on this farm-boy from Kentucky, and he just could not get over the fact that despite my being from a 4th generation New York City family, I actually loved Country Music and even sang some once on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry with Phil Campbell’s band... He was also a baseball fan too – Cincinnati Reds – and boy did he freak when I let him know that I’d been to Opening Day at Riverfront Stadium three times due to my appearing at theatres in Cinci and Dayton in late winter and early spring three years in a row. Lou, Vice and I knew we’d still be pnplaying later and ate accordingly. Lots of Yogurt and Granola and Oatmeal and such, although I couldn’t resist a plate of Heaven’s famous fried potatoes, so peppery and so good. With everything else I’d had in the past 36 hours; I needed breakfast to be both digestive and party friendly - I hoped the one indulgence wouldn’t become an issue (it didn’t). We were back at the guesthouse by 10am. Jimmy had texted that he would meet Lou, Vice and me at “After Tea” Tea Dance at 6:00 and he’d go to the leather store with us after that. After setting up meeting at 6, at the Crown & Anchor, Vice and Lou shlepped all their stuff out in the bags they brought last night and headed back to Lou’s to similarly crash and get some sleep. Zar helped them carry some stuff, leaving Miles in my room looking at me speculatively. “Yes…?” I drawled out in my lowest register. “I ain’t gonna to be able to fall asleep ‘less I jizz one more wadd,” Miles told me, then gave me the big boo-boo eyes and asked “so do you wanna’ fuck around some while we tire out a bit more? I know you need to sleep, so just more of a quickie?” I chuckled, nodded and we started stripping. I pulled out a pipe and torch and he began to talk again. “Ya know, s’ really rad meeting a dude who likes the same music and sports and shit I do. Most gayboys don’t like ‘em… and you don’t even care whether you bottom or top more and are down with both…” I nodded as he continued, “That’s the way I wanna’ be too, I hate being stuffed into a box I don’t fit into…” “In professional theater, we call that ‘Type Casting’ and it happens to me all the time, more when I was your age. And that goes for sex too – all the way up to the present day; looking like I do? Party guys think I’d never be into it…” I paused to pull a big hit from my waterpipe, grabbed him by the neck, blew a shotgun into his mouth, and handed torch and bong over to him, then continued; “I’ll admit it sucks sometimes, but don’t let it get to you – just strike out and be yourself. Damn, kid, you are nice enough and hot enough that you’ll be able to stick to your own course if you want.” He nodded as he inhaled the glass cock then pulled my neck to him and shot-gunned me as aggressively as I had just done to him. I winked at him as I exhaled and said “I’ve got a prediction here – I guarantee you after last night’s performance, NO ONE around here is going to typecast you as a twink bottom…” He grinned hugely at that. “Getting typecast as a redneck TOP, now that might happen from now on…” “Oh yeah? Well, then…” at that the little ginger hottie pushed me onto the bed on my back and pulled up my legs, his hard cock ready for entrance. “Hey country-boy! Some lube? Yeah, I’m pretty open but currently dry down there…” He smirked and dropped to his knees alongside the bed and dove face first into my hairy hole. Unfortunately, it was too good to last. Not two minutes after we started there was a commotion out in the hallway and we heard someone knocking on the door of the room next to mine (Father Frank’s) and then my door, with Zar voice calling “Seth? Miles? I need you both, emergency.” “Damnation, what horseshit do they need from me right this minute?” Miles stood, and with the both of us fully naked, and hard, pulled open my door in annoyance and drawled, “you have the worst goddamn timing Zar…” Without blinking an eye at our condition, Zar bumped into the room and replied, “sorry guys, this really IS an emergency, one of the guests…” he was cut off by Seth busting in behind him whining “Now, what?” The disheveled and confused blond twink was trailed by a rumpled Father Frank looking utterly pleased with himself, Seth wearing a very skimpy purple bikini brief and Frank looking kind of studly in an old Bike jock strap. Zar closed the door behind them, then spying my bong and torch grabbed them, sparked the torch and once the vapor began to churn, took a large hit then sighed as he blew a major cloud into the room. “Sorry for not asking Daddy J, but I really needed that… thanks.” I put my hands up indicating it was no problem then indicated to him to pass it around once he started talking again. Everyone took a hit or two. “So last night, during the blackout one of the guests stumbled on the stairs once the emergency lighting started fading. It hurt, but not really badly, he thought, so he continued playing for a bit, then went to bed after popping a couple of PM painkillers. When he woke up a little bit ago he was in agony, his ankle swollen to the size of a cantaloupe and angry red, black, blue and purple… and he can’t walk, AND he’s a single, no one with him.” “Provincetown Ambulance, or Outer Cape Health?” I queried. “Called ‘em both,” Zar replied. “The Ambulance Corp is swamped because of the storm last night, apparently there were lots of similar and worse injuries around town, and Outer Cape is understaffed today – the doctor can’t get in, and the tech for x-rays and stuff is one of the injuries from last night… so our guest Earl needs to get to Hyannis Hospital because I’ll be damned if that ankle isn’t broken.” “Shit, that sucks,” Miles muttered. Zar continued, “It does. Now Karl and I are going to drive him down to Hyannis, so I need you two on duty right now.” Looking at the condition the four of us were in he said, “I know I’m cutting into off-time for two of you and fun time for Daddy J and Father Frank, and I promise I’ll make it up to all of you somehow, but it’s Saturday morning, our busiest time for check-ins and outs for the entire week and Miles, you’re the only one who can take over the front desk for me, and Sethie, I need your magic down in the laundry to get all the sheets and towels we used up last night ready for the guests, especially the check-ins. I’m sorry, really.” “It’s totally understandable, man” I told him; “and it’s the right thing to do on your part, both as a human being AND as the on-site manager of this business. I’m sure these two young studs will find time for us ol’ geezers later in the weekend.” Father Frank nodded and mumbled his agreement. I started the bong going around again saying “why don’t you guys all take a hit or two to get your energy back up before you all run downstairs and have to get busy…” Zar whispered “Thanks, I owe you one…” in my ear, after he blew his cloud, the boys took their hits, nodded to each other and shot-gunned me and Frank. With a “bye daddies, why don’t you two take care of each other” indicating our hard cocks, the three of them slipped out my door and closed it behind them. Looking at my old buddy, whom I’d known for fifteen years but had only played with sexually for the first time only a few hours ago, I enjoyed the view of the compact little Episcopal Priest who looked like a Kirk Douglas clone and was sporting wood in that classic jock of his. I was still fully naked except for a leather snap cock ring around my dick and was just as hard as he was. “It’s not a bad suggestion, you know” I smirked at him, “we did say we’d continue this later.” “We did, didn’t we…” he mused, then added, “It still feels a little weird with you – old friend and my own age and all – but a few more clouds of this stuff and any hesitation will be gone.” I smiled as I held both torch and waterpipe for him to take a hit and was a bit surprised that he indicated a shotgun so I leaned down to him and touched lips as he shot the cloud into my mouth. Pleased, I set the computer to play porn again, added a few more rocks to the pipe and melted them. We proceeded to take a number of hits and shot-gunned each of them, with our lip contact getting more intense with each hit. Finally, I said it needed to cool down a bit, and taking one last huge lungful from the bong, I set both it and the lighter down and turned to Frank to share it. He pulled my head down to him and pressed his mouth much more intensely on mine this time. The shotgun turned into a pretty serious French Kiss, and that clergyman sure knew how to make out! After about 5 minutes of us sucking face, falling back on the bed, groping each others’ cocks, tweaking each other’s nips, squeezing each other’s butts and fingering each other’s holes, we pulled back for a breath, and all Frank said was “You’re right. Friends SHOULD fuck around. I think it’s your turn, right?” I smirked, and said “hell yes… oops, sorry HEAVENLY yes.” He snickered while I took a second to pull poppers and Max Impact back out, and then lit the torch while Frank laid back on the pillows. I took a rip, handed him the set, and knelt between his legs. Taking his hard cock in my mouth I let the cloud billow all over his cock and balls, while he did a pretty good job getting himself a good hit without burning my stuff! As he blew that cloud down toward my mouth, I took a few minutes to orally appreciate his nice hard cut tool – almost a twin for my own in size, cut and girth, and he was much shorter than me – his nice sack of balls and a quick couple of licks to his taint, before I pulled two pillows, one for behind my head and one for under my ass, and spread my legs for him, showing my hole. “Ready!” I stated. Frank got up on his knees and took one last long draw from the bong, put it down, and then copying me to a degree dove his face into my butt sticking his tongue in my hole and blowing that smoke slowly onto and into me. He then rimmed me spectacularly for a minute or two, and lubing my hole and his dick, slowly but steadily pushed into me. I moaned as he bottomed out and palmed the bottle of poppers to me, indicating both our noses. I really didn’t need them at the moment, but figured I’d go with his flow while he was topping – I took a small hit, then held them for him as he did big hits in both nostrils – this really set him going, and he started a nice hard grinding fuck with lots of hip action, and a good amount of nasty talk on his part. He might have been inexperienced as a bottom, but he was well-versed in topping. I responded to his excellent fuck with my own nasty responses to his sex chatter and worked my ass muscles on him for all I was worth. “Holy Toledo!” he growled, “whatever you are doing with your ass, it feels amazing.” “Just like what you’re doing with your cock man – see, age and experience can be a good thing…” He nodded then indicated the bong, I took a quick hit and then held it for him while he took a long, long drag. He leaned down after I put the pipe down and rammed his mouth onto mine, exhaling the hit and then attacking my tongue with his. While continuing to play tonsil-hockey he really pounded me with a rapid bunny fuck that had both of us moaning into the other, tearing at each other’s nips and sweating like pigs… After a nice long pounding, he ground to a stop, still fully inserted. We both took deep breaths, and he slowly withdrew, both of us falling backwards laughing and gasping for air. “Nice work, Padre, that was one for the ages,” I complimented. “Sure was… yowza, you can do wonders with that hole of yours,” “Not bad for a mostly Top, eh?” I asked. “Now, Let’s see if I learned anything from that – I can’t believe I am saying this, but I need you to fuck ME again,” replied a chagrined Father Frank. “Well, your prayers are about to be answered Frank” I shot back. I quickly got a small booty bump ready for him and shot it into his hole to work on releasing any inhibitions as we drank some Gatorade, changed the porn, wiped up a little bit with paper towels and took a few more hits on the bong. To distract him from the minor burn, I sat him on the edge of the bed as I frequently do with my bottoms, knelt on the floor on a pillow and proceeded to worship his hot hairy ass cheeks and manhole. I feasted on that sweet, clean, inexperienced butt going from kissing and sucking to deep tongue fucking and nipping until my old pal was groaning and grunting and finally begging me to “fuck me already!” Standing up at the side of the bed, he grabbed my hard cock with lube in his hand and slicked me up while I took the lube from him and made sure his almost virginal hole was good and wet and slippery. He took a hit of poppers in each nostril, then nodded, whispering “Slow, please”. Nodding back, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into him, pausing if he flinched until I was finally balls-deep in him. “There it is man, those are my balls bouncing on your cheeks,” I growled. “I can’t believe how good this feels… wish I had done this before.” “Dude, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in your cassock at your church. Always thought you were a hottie.” I gradually began thrusting into him and accelerating until I had us moving at a good fuck-speed. “Holy Cow that’s amazing,” he grunted. I must admit, I always found his use of non-obscene cusswords and expressions amusing but found them even more so in a sexual environment. Wanting to give him his money’s worth, I started varying my thrust speed and angle. It was easy enough for me to do, considering the discrepancy between our sizes and weights. I shortly had him taking it on his side, on his knees doggie style, then flat on his belly as I got up on the bed. Maneuvering us a bit, I popped out only for a minute while I got onto my back and had him ride me cowboy style. He seemed to like that a lot (many top guys learning to enjoy bottoming do, it gives you a sense of being more in control even if you are receiving…) and while he rode me he was able to grab the pipe and torch and had us exchange a few clouds more. After letting the hot priest ride me for a few more minutes, it was time. Telling him to hang on, I rolled the two of us, returning me to top position in a Missionary position fuck, and began a steady bunny fuck while twisting and tweaking his nips. His rock-hard cock was pulsing all by itself, and suddenly he started to shake a bit and shoot his load. “Holy Fuck!” he blasphemed, both of us a bit shocked by his outburst and both of us turned on by his hands-free orgasm. I started a breathless joyful laugh at that point and after a moment he joined in with chuckles of his own. “You aren’t going to shoot?” he asked as he finally caught his breath. “No,” I huffed, “seems I need a bit more time to recharge and frankly some sleep – hint, hint.” I made sure that I gave him a big grin, so he wasn’t too put off by my needing a break to sleep, and fortunately he took that in good graces. “Thanks for opening my eyes among other things,” he quipped as he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. “I may need some further tutoring in the future…” “Any time…” I gasped. “Hey Frank? Need a sleeping pill?” he shook his head in the negative as he closed the door behind him. Setting an alarm for the late afternoon, I took one of my already halved sleep-aids and gulped it back with a full glass of water. Laying back on the bed, I closed my eyes, and with the night’s hot experiences replaying on my eyelids, after a few minutes I dropped off. SATURDAY EVENING: SEXUAL SHINANIGANS AND ANONYMOUS ANTICS I woke briefly around 4 and noticed it was raining outside again, so no dune action for me today! Grabbing my alarm, I reset it for 5:15 and barely got that done before I returned to dreamland for another 45 minutes. Hearing the alarm, I was glad I had done so since that meant I had given my body a good six hours of sleep. Turning the claxon off, I stretched some and tumbled out of bed, heading to my cooler for some yogurt and fruit. As I munched, I checked my flip-phone for messages (remember this was 2006) and seeing none, assembled my kit for a shower and clean-out. Grabbing a towel and pulling on shorts, I made my way down to the desk, still manned by Miles, to see if I could still use the houseboys’ facilities downstairs. Assured that it was still okay, I asked how Earl was and was told that he did have a broken ankle and that Zar and Karl were on their way back with him even as we spoke. Grateful for the continued use of the much larger and easier to use facilities, I headed down the back “Employees Only” stairs to the houseboy’s dorm. Giving a quick “Hello?” and getting no response, I headed to the showers and utilized the shower-shot before shaving and brushing my teeth and then a full shower, getting all the funk of the day off. It wasn’t until I was drying off that anyone came into the bunkroom at all. With a quick “hey daddy” Lorenzo was in and out without questioning anything, so I wrapped the towel, taking shorts and kit in hand and headed back up to my room. I arrived at After-Tea right at 6pm and looked around the dance floor at the Pied Piper. I spied Lou and Vice right off and headed their way. Just as I got to them, I felt a tug on the sleeve and there was Jimmy with a big grin on his face. “Hey guys,” he began, “I want you to meet my niece and her boyfriend, Cassie and Doug.” He indicated two college types trailing him, his niece being a diminutive white goth-type with black fishnets under a black mini, gauzy black blouse, red bandanna and lipstick and black lined eyes and brows. Her boyfriend on the other hand, was pretty preppy, quite the contrast. Taller than me, he must have been 6’2”, a bit hefty but with a nice bubble butt, dressed in a polo, cargo shorts, socks and slides - very white, cute face and big black rimmed glasses, with short dark hair combed to one side. Jimmy introduced us, and the niece looked like she was having a blast while the boyfriend looked a bit stunned at everything. Saying “let’s dance” Cassie pulled us all onto the dance floor, where there was so much of a crowd most of us could only sway (though as a professional dancer at the time, I got in some hot moves). After a bit, I dropped out of the group and leaned against the wall watching. Shortly thereafter, Doug joined me. “Wow, man” he said. “This town is really wild. Have you been here before?” “Many times,” I replied. “I even lived here for five summers a while back.” “And you were cool with all of this?” he asked. “You don’t seem like…” “Hold it,” I broke in, “if you mean all this homosexuality, you’d best know that I’m gay before you go on…” I kept smiling however, since he was still young. “Well, no, I mean, yeah, but…” I stopped him again. “So, all of this is new and a bit unexpected for you, I’m guessing?” I asked. He nodded, “Cassie just said she wanted me to meet her uncle and that this place was wild and a lot of fun.” “And that it is, and don’t worry you don’t have to be gay to have a wild and fun time here… I’m told the straight scene here can be lots of fun too.” “Oh, that’s good, I was getting worried,” he responded. “Cassie said coming here would ‘broaden our horizons’, still not sure what she meant by that.” Seeing the group on the dance floor heading for the back deck of the club, I indicated we should follow. Catching up to them outside, Lou had handed Cassie a vape pen and drawing a hit murmured “oh that’s good! Here, Douglas, give this a try.” She put the pen to his lips and activated it, gesturing to him to inhale and obviously giving him no choice in the matter. She had him take another few hits, then did a few more herself before returning the vape pen to Lou with a “thanks!” as she did so. The group of us chatted somewhat pointlessly for a few more minutes, before Jimmy said “oops, it’s 6:30, we have to be going… have fun kids, we’ll see you later at the party at the Crown!”. They waved goodbye as Cassie pulled Doug back into the crowd and the four of us used the back beach gate to head to the alley and out onto Commercial Street. “Can I ask what that was all about?” I said to Jimmy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blindside you but you seem to have done exactly what I needed you to.” I indicated for him to go on. “My niece wants to spice up their somewhat boring sex life and get Doug in touch with his wilder side – she thinks he has some bi tendencies, and she’s always wanted to be gang-banged, and wanted me to set up both, while getting them both high to do so. So that was the set-up, while the scene itself starts at the Crown Party tonight. We just gave them a preview of Miss Tina, and whether you knew it or not, you just gave him the first inkling that gay men aren’t just sissies and the like…” “Devious” I responded, not sure whether I meant that as a compliment or not. We headed over to one of the town’s leather stores that had a good variety of fetish wear. The clerk and I recognized each other vaguely from my days living in P’town a decade prior remembering a leather jock I bought from him back then. I picked up some more analeeze for myself (having given the stuff I had to Vice) then got another bottle of poppers, and a new chained set of nipple clamps, plus a pair of nipple suction cups. When I was done with my own purchases, Lou asked me to advise on some leather wear for Vice, which he’d be paying for. Vice looked a bit taken aback and said “Yo, you sure man?” to which Lou replied “You gunna’ be my right-hand man, you gotta look the part…” So the first thing I picked out, Jimmy seconded me on – a leather vest with no buttons or closures, but with leather fringe down the side seams. Sounds a bit like something Ike Turner would have worn, I know, but once we got his shirt off, it looked awesome on Vice. “Oh yes” said the salesman. “you’ll have them drooling wearing this.” The second necessity from my point of view was a harness for Vice. I chose one that had leather shoulder straps, but big link metal chains around the sides and heading down the front to a cockring. Next was a pair of lederhosen style chaps with a snap-on snap-off front and back panel and big chrome rivets running down the side seam. “Would you come with me to the fitting room, young sir?” the salesman asked with a vulpine smile on his face. “Go ahead, enjoy the fitting,” I said as Lou nodded for Vice to go on. While they were gone, Jimmy and Lou and I cruised the store looking at more things for sale. The absent two made a brief return for Vice to show off his new regalia both with the flaps on, and then with a slight blush as the salesman pulled them aside, with the flaps off. There was no denying his cock had a semi, and that it was wet. They returned to the dressing room while we chuckled and shopped some more. By the time they returned, the clerk with a smile and Vice with a smirk, I had gotten some toy cleaner; Jimmy had gotten lube and a new paddle; and Lou had picked up a jock, some Max Impact and four leather armbands, two of which were intended for Vice. Lou picked up all of Vice’s items plus his own and wanted to pay for the stuff Jimmy and I had, but we thanked him and refused, paying our own on these minor purchases. The clerk widened his eyes when Lou paid for all his purchases in cash. He told us he hoped all of us would return soon, with a wink and a smile. As we exited the store, Lou asked Vice, “So did he give you all the service you needed?” Jimmy and I snickered a bit. “Yo, guys, that dude got me back there and once I had my pants down he had my dick in his mouth in about half-a-second,” Vice told us. “I would have bumped him off, but it felt so good, I just let him go to town for a bit. He pulled off and said that he needed me hard to test the fit of the pouch and the cockring. After we came out to show you how I looked, he gave me a bit more head before he stopped and looked at me – I told him yo man, have a party to go to later if you catch it. He did and let me get dressed after that.” We all chuckled some more. “He did give me his card with his number, yo…” he finished, joining us in our laughter. It was only a block or two to Jimmy’s place and once inside he pulled out his big glass bong and loaded it up while putting some porn up on his big screens. We all blew some nice clouds while Lou took the time to give Vice the two leather armbands, which looked awesome on his pumped biceps. Jimmy said that he and Lou had to go and make more preparations for the group scene later this evening and needed us to hang until he called us around 11. It seems he wanted us to meet him and Lou and the niece and her boytoy at the Crown, and then as things progressed, join them in the kids’ room. Once things started going, I was supposed to bring Doug back here to Jimmy’s where a few tops would meet us, and Jimmy and Lou and Vice would stay in the room with some others coming to fulfill Cassie’s end of her fantasy. And no, Jimmy was NOT going to fuck his niece, he was hanging to assure her safety. They would then head down to Jimmy’s later to reunite the two kids. “In the meantime,” Jimmy asked. “Could you two do me a favor? Normally on a Saturday I would have one or both of my gloryholes open from now until I went out at 10:30 or 11. It’s one of the busiest times and I’m afraid some of my regulars would be ticked off if there’s no one manning them tonight. Would you guys consider doing that for me?” Again, Lou nodded in Vice’s direction, and so he nodded yes as I replied, “sounds like fun to me!” Jimmy made sure we had his big bong handy with a bag of shards from Lou. There were lubes, poppers, Max Impact and bottles of water at hand, plus he activated the screen in the gloryhole alcove (see Part 1 and Part 2) and put some gloryhole porn on it. Reminding me of how the exterior lights and camera worked and how to turn them on once we were ready, Lou and Jimmy told us to have fun and left by the ground level entrance to Jimmy’s house. Left to ourselves, I noticed Vice was already stripping, so I joined him in getting naked. From Jimmy’s collection on the wall of the playroom, I pulled two stretchy cock-rings and some paper towel rolls. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Vice. “Hell yeah, this’ll be wickie hot,” he replied, “like a vending machine of dicks!” Then I followed asking the enthusiastic newbie, “These holes are set up so that you can get fucked too. Are you ready for that if you feel like doing so?” “Sure am, used that shooter in Lou’s shower,” he responded, grabbing the bong and melting the congealed puddle on the bottom of the bowl. As I watched him take a huge rip, I thought how this kid was supposedly straight as an arrow just over 48 hours ago, and now he was enthusiastic to work a gloryhole? Astonishing. There had to be something more to this in the background that I was unaware of, but my musing was derailed as he took another big hit and shot-gunned it to me. Fuck the mystery, it was time to play! We each took a few more hits from the bong, and I suggested booty-bumps to get us in the mood for anything. Each getting a similar sized shard from the baggie we got down into a rimming 69, and after good tongue work on each other’s hole we pressed the shard as deep as we could into each other. I winced a bit at the burn, and Vice grunted “glad this part don’t last too long…”. As the burn faded, I walked over to the gloryhole alcove which Jimmy had pulled the curtain on earlier. This was a bump-out on the side of the house near the rear corner that the Realtor in me suspected had been a coal chute in bygone days. As it was, it had two side-by-side “stations” facing the outer wall where the holes were. The holes were at average waist height on the outside of the house, but the alcove’s floor was a bit lower than that (hence my feeling it was a coal receptacle in the past) with what looked for all the world like the kneelers from church on the floor of each station – there was an extra pad to put in the closest station for Jimmy who was shorter than the average guy he’d have join him there. The full to the floor stations were built narrowly so that the walls of each chute left room along the sides for padded shelves for a guy’s shins, allowing him to face the other way and have his ass even with the hole. Between the two was a holder for poppers and such, a swing door with shelf to outside and a really primitive b/w security screen to see the visitors. Guys in the know knew that a single green light out by the fence both front and along the lane meant one cocksucker was available, two lights meant two were. Arriving in the roofed over alcove on the side of the house, there was a bell to ring if the cocksucker was away from the holes for a moment. Quite a system, actually. I hit the switches for both holes, pulled the cork and wood plugs from both and watching the porn on the little screen at the back, while we sat cross legged across from each other stroking, smoking and laughing until the first “customer” arrived not 5 minutes later. The dude stepped up to the hole on the left, the one Vice had chosen, so he got on his knees and took in what looked like a decent sized dick. Only a minute or two later, the security cam showed another guy heading for the right hole and I got on my knees beside Vice and began servicing a fatter but shorter uncut dick. Using hand signals we decided to race to see who could get his guy off first. I won, but only by a couple of seconds. After that there was a fairly regular stream, never more than a five-minute break with neither hole used. Sometimes just one of us was busy, sometimes the other, sometimes both. When it was just one, the other of us would rim, suck, or rub our hard cocks against the sucker’s ass. We had just taken a water break about an hour into the session when the security cam showed 2 guys showing up together. Vice immediately perked up and whispered “oh fuck this is hot! I know them, old friends… left, go left… YES” Though I didn’t know the whole story, what little I got made me very horny and I went to town on the other old friend while Vice slipped the longest cock so far between his lips. Both dicks were beautiful, big and full, but Vice’s pal got a bit thicker than he could handle so we switched places briefly so I could deep-throat his pal. While stroking his other pal, Vice hissed through the swing door. “you guys want some ass? Wanna fuck?”. The guys indicated they did and asked for a bottle of poppers while Vice returned to his station and we both lubed our butts some and got on our shins and presented our holes to the wall. Vice took a huff of poppers, passed them to me, and tapped on the wall to let them know to start. Meanwhile, I torched up the pipe and we each took a hit as our holes got breached. Vice’s guy apparently made his entrance slowly, while mine was a bit more rushed. Once we had blown out our first hit, I whispered “so what’s the deal”. Vice replied likewise with a whisper that his guy was his best friend in elementary school and played on his hockey team in high school, and the other guy was his pal’s older brother. “I can’t believe I sucked on my buddy’s dick and now he’s got it fucking me… can’t wait for the next time I see him on the street or something and he doesn’t know that I know what his hard dick looks like and tastes like and that he fucked his old hockey buddy up the ass. So wickie hot!!” We made out like teenagers before taking more bong hits as the straight boys outside banged our butts. At one point from outside we heard “Change up?” and the cocks pulled out briefly before we each felt a slightly different tool slip up our holes. “Damn, Jimmy,” came the voice from outside, “whoever you got workin’ the holes tonight, let us know the next time they are here… so good…” Vice and I smiled at each other as the guys withdrew again and returned to their original places to finish off. Sure enough, only a minute or two passed before my guy started to squirt with his brother starting right after. Once they both pulled out, we both sat back to breathe. “Fuckin’ A, that was so hot,” Vice began. “Who’d a thought someday I would suck off my man Matteo, and get him to bang my ass. Damn he’s got an amazing dick!” “His brother wasn’t bad either,” I smirked. “You knowing them made that a lot hotter too. And he has no idea who just got him off so well!” “Shit, now that I know what his dick looks like and what a good fuck he is, I wonder if there’s any way I could get him tweaked up on T, and have him get naked and fuck around together… maybe get a piece of his ass too…” he mused. “I like the way you think son,” I responded. After that we only had one or two more who wanted to fuck, and neither were at the same time. In fact, both holes were only active at the same time once more before we closed down, but when one of us was sucking, the other was rimming him, or sucking him, or fucking him from behind. We kept each other quite happy as we finished off the 8 or so more guys who stopped by before 10:30 when we shut down, turning off the lights and closing up the alcove, putting the plugs back, closing all the lubes and poppers and turning the security cam off. Pulling the heavy curtain down over the alcove, we headed to the group shower Jimmy had on that level, did quick touchups and packed ourselves up (including Vice’s new leather attire and the baggie Lou left us). Right on time at 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice changed into his. Jimmy naturally worked this time into his schedule for the evening. I messaged back we’d be there before 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse.

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

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

Fuck, I LOVE Jack-in-the-Box. Take note, @versmetropig ...

I have discovered that with the right guy, I can get into most anything. I do have a couple of hard limits. I have a gag reflex that kicks in with bad smells. So fucking a dirty ass or scat will bring an end to the scene. Also having a guy choke on my Dick to the point of him puking.

I love a tight hole and I’ve enjoyed breaking in few anal virgins in my time. My boy, Drew was a virgin before he met me. The first time I took him to my bed I told him I intended to fuck his arse. He was so nervous but I could see he was excited. I rolled him on to his belly, opened his legs and put a ton of lube up his chute. I was careful but he still moaned a lot and kept pulling away. This really annoyed me so I shouted at him to keep fukkin still. I find young men/boys who are into Daddies react better when I take control and bark out orders. I forced my helmet through his ring and pushed half my cock into him. I rested my cock there for 10 minutes to get used to it then I slowly pushed into him. He was so fukkin tight that I was close to cumming just by entering him. I was deep in his hole which was so hot and so tight that I shot my load without thrusting. After I loaded him, I stayed inside his arse for 20 minutes telling him he did good and was no-longer a virgin. Drew still has a tight hole but now I mount him any time I want and thrust roughly into his arse and pump him as hard as I like - the way men should fuck!

The Vault always delivers. I just wish I could get there more often.

Absolutely LUV stinky/sweaty feet...snif, snif, lick, suck...soooooooo sexy!!!!! Big, big foot fetish here!!! I even have a foot tat (two feet) above my left nipple!!!👣🧦🥾😋

Alex, I’ll take “things that never happened” for $800

Yep once you had a cock it awakens the desires of ur lusting hole

us whiteboi faggots exist to serve the superior Black Male and their BBC without hesitation, consent, or limits

Absorb... obviously. I am a cumjunkie and if I get loaded up, there's no way I'm letting any of it go

I have many times. No questions asked. It felt so wrong on so many levels that it drove me to encourage them to be harder, rougher and crazier. My orgasms were absolutely insane.

Btms should never push out their cum except maybe to felch. Soom leakage may occur naturally, but most should stay inside.

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.

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.

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.”

love them, especially if they are sweaty and in my face

46yr old 5'8" 250lb hairy masc top, always played locally off apps like bbrts and sniffies. Just booked my flight and a 3-night stay at Canyon Club! I just love to fuck, and am hoping to meet a couple, couples, or singles who want to play while I'm there. I'd also like to find a throat or two to piss down while I'm visiting. I've read on here CCBC has more options, but Canyon Club can get piggy too. I'd be down for a day visit to CCBC, and willing to use the apps to find exactly what I want, as my area of the PNW is kind of rural and hard to find willing asses and mouths.

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.”

Good for you man. A btm makes a compliment to his top when he keps the seed inside and absorbs it.

Were you the young slut getting fucked in the hallway? We might have shared a moment there, with me getting fucked right beside you, and then kissing you. You were so high on cocks and cum it was honestly so fucking hot. If that's you, please hit me up, I forgot to ask you then, but I'd love to keep in touch

Had my first cleaning and inspection the other day.

I have fucked with 3 guys who were/are on BZ. I connected with one guy off this site … and only found out during pillow talk that 2 other guys were members!

I like a little of both. Right now I have 3 decent anonymous loads in me from tonight that literally started oozing out beyond my control until I put a plug in. It has me incredibly aroused right now.

I love poz talk. In "Scheune" you can quickly take a fresh high toxic poz load in the toilet. I always ask my TOP "are you poz or neg?" I hope you are poz, then you make me happy. I'm addicted to poz sperm. I also love drinking poz piss. But I'm also a good, hot pot. I'm poz and unmedicated. I have a high vl. If anyone wants my plague sperm in the "Scheune", then contact me.By the way, if you are an old wasted, bony looking troll, and are high toxic, then contact me. I want your contaminated sperm inside me. 💦☣🤪

Fuck Newboy. you've captured the craving and lust for cock and seed that many of us on this site feel every day (14/7/365)!!! Once we take a stud's hard cock and thick/creamy seed we cannot get enough.....soooooo horny!!! Keep it cumming!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦💦🔥😈🐷🐽😋

You sound like someone fun to play with and share strains.only been poz for about 7 years now never started meds been full blown AIDS for 3 years now and still super horny

This is a problem I never thought of; I just wake and go to sleep thanking god for a husband who feasts on me every day! Has there been any problem for me to keep myself ready all the time? None! Maybe I’m just the lucky genetic recipient and taking fiber tablets and deep-cleaning regularly doesn’t affect my health the way some mention. Yay me! It’s more than just the frequency of sex; we’re a married couple still (maybe more) deeply in love. We fuck other guys recreationally often too; but my hunky younger husband looking at like dinner and going hard when he does it is a huge turn-on for me. And days away from turning 54 he makes my body function like a teenager. An example: when we’re not together he’ll often send me a test with a selfie of his obscene bulge in his clothes or his hard-on out and tell me what his intent is for when we’re together again; often that is when we’re meeting-up someplace. He always follows-through. Yeah it’s worth every bit of the effort to keep my hole ready and to live with being sore. EVERY BIT! ❤️😈🐷🍆🍆🍆💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 Not bad for capitalizing on the randos that come along either; gym and other places! 🐷😈🍆💦

this is a story I wrote, which is fictional, but does have a lot of aspects of a very very similar situation that I experienced through my life that made me realize I had become a submissive cumdump. If anyone in south California wanted to meet up as well, just DM I’d love to meet new people with similar interests! Had to make some changes to make sure I’m within the rules. I hope everyone enjoys the story: PART 1: I had always shunned the idea initially that I could enjoy bieng with men and having sex with them, that it could even more pleasurable than just jacking off to orgasm. Over the years the idea of gay sex grew on me, and I started watching gay porn. Watching all these guys bottoming and seemingly actually enjoying it, really turned me onto the idea more. At that point when still 18, I started using weed, especially weed brownies my friend was making, I decided to combine them one night, and hearing sounds slow down, the moans sounded much more pleasurable, the lighting on their bodies, the emotions everyone was having when getting penetrated just seemed like something I wanted at that point to happen to me. I would get some condoms and a nice sized cucumber one night while high at one point to see if I would really enjoy getting pounded by big cock, I slowly opened myself up, and as soon as the pain finally went away, and I started to feel all kinds of amazing sensations down there, that was the moment I realized I might be a bottom, or even more than that: a submissive bottom cumdump. I was always nervous to actually meet people in real life, so I would always resort to self play. For many years I would slowly get comfortable playing with just myself, letting myself slowly get accustomed to thicker and deeper things inside of me. I eventually stumbled across a wide array of kinks, so many things I wanted to try but too nervous to make happen in real life. That’s when I also learned of “party and play” something that actually helps someone lower their inhibitions seemed to just get my mind racing and thinking I could feel liberated in doing what I actually wanted to do. At a certain point, I was content with weed, cigarettes, and drinking, but I wanted to achieve new HIGHS in terms of pleasure, I just felt like I was missing out on it all. I was 25, and at that point in my life I was keen on trying new things, and one weekend I found myself with absolutely nothing to do, and this was around the time during COVID where things began to lockdown, so i took my chances and I was ready to try and actually meet some guys and see where things went before everything really shut down. I opened up a Grindr profile, and some other gay hookup profiles, with some pictures of my body and ass. I received a couple of responses, but one had made me very interested. It was of an older man in San Francisco, he was planning a party with a group of guys, and provided his address after just a couple of messages. I got the address, prepared myself, put on a chastity cage ( cock cage, meant to restrict your cock and indicate you enjoy bottoming), and left straight to his apartment. I had read the stories on breeding zone, i knew I had to be prepared for anything, if things pick up fast I should go with it, and just enjoy myself while it happens. I arrived to his apartment entrance, and he buzzed me in. The lobby was empty, but I heard the elevator bell ring, and the doors opened, out came whom we will call Darrell, he’s in his late 50’s, white, in shape and in sleeping attire. He didn’t speak much just nodded to me to get into the elevator with him, so I did. When the doors closed, he leaned in suddenly and aggressively grabbed my cock, he immediately felt the chastity cage, and looked at me in surprise, probably not expecting me wearing it but was actually happy to feel it on me, he grinned, and he started to kiss my neck, and felt around inside my pants my chastity and ass. Noticing my nervousness, he commented “ don’t be too worried, we’re going to have a good time” I asked him if he knew how many others are coming, he replied two more at the moment. We got to his apartment, and it was a fairly big place, he laid out some towels on the floors and furniture. He sat down on his computer, and he asked me to sit next to him. He was on a website looking for more people to join on that night, he asked me” have you done this before?” “ No, I haven’t, I have been with a guy before, but not like this. I didn’t even realized at the time, but he had a large tray with the appearance of large glass shards on the tray, and a glass pipe on the side of the tray, he went to grab the pipe and used a torch on it. At the point my mind started to race with all kinds of naughty thoughts , as it was the first guy I had met who was actually into Partying. I was apprehensive at first, but I slowly gathered the courage, and took my first hit. “Just a small inhale” he mentioned, “get used to the feeling.” I took just two hits, and I started feeling confident, and I felt like I could say exactly what I wanted to say, I found easier to express myself with just a small amount of the subsTance in the pipe. He added another large powdered up shard into the pipe, and he took a big hit of it, he leaned over to me, and he took a kiss from my lips, something I was almost instantly inviting because of how hot it seemed, and he started blowing his cloud into my lungs, “shotgunning” as they call it. I was still sitting on the chair, but he got up and got very close to me, almost like he was making sure I could not escape the position I was in. He practically pinned me to the chair with him basically sitting and leaning on top of me, he lit up his pipe, took a huge hit, and shotgunned it to me. He did this a couple of times, and I was clearly enjoying it, I was quite happy with the way I was feeling, and it was almost empowered in how submissive I was feeling and I sank into the seat and got comfortable, but after he was done smoking first, he started having me hit the pipe myself, at this point I was comfortable with the smoke, so I started taking large hits, only a few hits were needed to put me into the next level. As I started feeling this amazing tingling sensation all across my body, i also started to feel myself trying to get hard, but as my cock strains inside the cage, I found my whole body start to get into a state of lust and complete arousal, and started feeling the need to surrender and give up my holes and be the true slut I was quickly bieng trained to be. He got me up from the chair, removed my clothes and walked me to the center of the living room where an extra-large towel laid in the center. He told me to lay down on the towel, and he went to a closet to get out a large duffel bag, inside I noticed a wide array of sex toys, dozens of anal toys, and other kink tools. He places a table, and puts what looks like a butt plug, dildo, cuffs, lube, and something else I can’t figure out yet. “Put your ass up” he proclaims, I feel the urge to obey, so I get in doggy position, he gets on one knee, puts on some gloves, and starts to lube up my hole. “Have you every partied hard?” He asks me. “No I never have” I reply. “ Tonight im going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, boy”. “please sir” is the only thing I can reply from the rush of excitement and pleasure I’m getting. He continues to force his fingers into my ass, at this point he had about 3-4 inside when he quickly grabs the dildo and thrusts it inside me, I whimper in pain, it was too much at once and I started to get a cramp. “Your okay boy” he lets me know. Although it hurt a lot, the stuff I had smoked quickly put me back into my default state of extreme arousal. He is able to get the dildo more than 2/3rd the way in( about 8 inches insertable). At that point I was on my knees, face and chest to the floor, with my ass HIGH up, as he toyed with the dildo inside my hole and I’m achieving a state of lust and bliss. The I hear his phone vibrate, he leaves the dildo deep in my hole, removed his gloves, and walked over to his phone. “Your so sexy, keep playing with yourself like a bitch boy, I’ll be back quickly.” He leaves his apartment and goes down to the lobby, I assume he is getting other people back up to his apartment. So I have no issue obeying his commands, it just feels too good to stop. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, but I get slightly exhausted and lay down on my stomach, with one of my legs up to my side, so I can still reach back to the dildo and stay comfortable enough to keep indulging in the sensations. Every thrust is just another thrust of pure ecstasy. Another minute passed, and suddenly I hear the door open up, in comes the my host again, along with a white guy and a black guy wearing big and tall clothing that fits him perfectly, he’s almost hits door frame on his head when entering the apartment. His guests finally arrived, and I was the first thing they saw when they walked into the apartment: completely naked on the living room floor with me toying myself, the black guy, Tyrone we’ll call him, grins and starts to approach me almost immediately, while the white guy, James we will call him, stands at the entrance observing the scene play out. At this point in the encounter I know what is about to happen, we are a room full of horny men, and I’m realizing how much I enjoy the idea of having sex with men, and I’m about to experience it in the most amazing way for the first time, but most importantly, I’m moments away from being a true cumdump.

7 I'd never been in a place like this before. I always thought I was better than them. It just felt sleazy. But now I was on a mission to become a mother, and I didn't care who had to fuck me to get the job done. I approached the counter and asked the worker how the booths worked. She said I could stay back there as long as I was paying for videos. I could keep feeding dollars in a machine, or if I bought something from the store, I could watch for free. Seeing that I had no cash, I started looking for something to buy. As I wandered through the store, I couldn't help but feel that man's load seeping out of me. Then it dawned on me what to buy. I headed to buttplug section and picked out one of the larger ones that would certainly keep future loads inside. After I paid for it, the cashier pointed to a door at the back of the store and said, "Have fun!" I wasn't here for fun. I was on a mission. I dashed to the back of the store and opened the door, which lead me down a dark stairwell to the basement. It reeked of sex, sweat, and mildew. I didn't care. I wasn't there for romance. I saw a line of doors that looked like the changing room in a department store. Along the other wall, I could see several men standing around. I'm sure there's some kind of etiquette in a place like this, but I had no time for bullshit. I turned to the shadowy figures and said rather loudly. "I'm going in booth three. Anyone can fuck me but no condoms and no pulling out." As soon as I stepped into booth three, I heard the door next to me open as well. I already had a taker. I dropped my pants, kept on my jock, and pressed my open pussy against the glory hole. Just seconds later, a cold hand reached through and fingers prodded my hole. There was no need to loosen me up since I was open and wet from the pounding earlier. Soon he removed his fingers and I felt his cock head at my opening. I started to push back on his cock, driving it into my pussy. I rode that cock hard and fast. I wasn't there for pleasure, just seed. In a couple of minutes, I heard a growl through the wall as he buried his seed inside me. As I recovered from the intensity, I could hear him pull up his pants and leave. The door barely closed before another man entered. I kept my pussy in place and before long, another cock was inside me. This one felt longer than the last. I could hear him moaning through the wall as he pumped my puss. He lasted longer than the first guy, but it's still not long before he blows his seed deep in my hole. I could feel it splash, hopefully meaning it was a big load. At some point, I lost count of how many loads were blasted into my guts. Sure there was some pain, but nothing I couldn't handle. Then at some point, I hear the basement door open and the cashier yell, "It's closing time. Everybody wrap it up." My work here was done. I reached down to the plastic bag and got out the new butt plug. I thought it would be difficult to get it inside me, but I had no trouble. Those cocks had really opened up my pussy. As I left the store and the sun started to rise in the sky, my phone vibrated. It was him. "No worries, I had lots of fun. Hope your family is fine. Oh, and keep the ring. You certainly earned it." I looked at the ring and smiled. Then I started walking back to campus with my flooded pussy.

6 We were both exhausted as we lay next to each other - husband and wife - at least for the moment. He told me I was amazing. I looked again at the family photo on the wall and wished it was me standing next to him. Was I in love with this man, or just the idea of him? What if he gets me pregnant? Can I get him to leave his family and start a new one with me? My fantasy was interrupted by further comments from him. "That breeding talk was really hot. I used to love planting seed in my real wife, hence all the kids. Of course, it's not as fun now that I'm shooting blanks." "What? What do you mean?" I said in confusion. "I got snipped after our youngest was born. She didn't want to tie her tubes and I hate rubbers. Well, good night dear. We have much more love making to do tomorrow," he said as he kissed me and turned on his side. Fuck! This had all been for nothing. Sure, it was fun, but there was zero chance of him knocking me up. I started to panic. I didn't want to be there any more. As soon as I heard a faint snore, I slowly climbed out of bed. I felt his massive load swishing around inside me. A reminder of this futile attempt. I found my jockstrap on the floor, along with my other clothes and quickly put them on. I then fished my phone out of my pocket and requested an Uber. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. In the car, I felt bad for just deserting this man. We had fun. He didn't do anything wrong. So I open the app and texted him: "So sorry I had to leave. I had a great time but got a message that a family member is in the hospital. Thanks for a fun night." As I hit send, I saw something shine in the dark car: I was still wearing his ring. Shit. I messaged him again. "Just realized I still have your ring. I can mail it to you, sorry about that." I decided to keep it on so it didn't get lost in my pocket. Once I put my phone away, I was alone with my thoughts on a long ride back to campus. I wanted to cry, I wanted to give up. But then I looked out the window and found some new encouragement. We just happened to stop at a red light in front of a business called "Hot Zone." I'd heard of this place before. It was a sex shop with video booths...and it was open. "Please stop here. I want to get out," I said to my driver.

2 As I laid there waiting for the seed inside me to hopefully finds its way to my egg, I thought about how I'd gotten to this moment. I guess I've always known I was destined to be a mother. I never met my own but I naturally had those motherly instincts. At the orphanage growing up, I always wanted to play with the baby dolls while the other boys were roughhousing with trucks and blocks. As puberty hit and I learned about sex, I had no desire to put my penis inside any girls, or boys for that matter. I didn't even like to touch my penis for pleasure, preferring my hole instead. As I discovered porn, I found myself wanting to be the women in them, taking those penises but more importantly those loads of sperm. Being a mother seemed like a fantasy until the day that changed my life. I was scrolling through YouTube and came across a documentary called "The Pregnant Man." I clicked on it thinking it was fictional and it would let my fantasies fly. Instead, I learned the truth that would change my direction in life: some men could be impregnated! It was rare, but possible. Males born with protruding belly buttons (or outies) carried a few eggs inside of an ovary. I reached down to confirm what I already knew and my stomach filled with butterflies: I had an outie! To reach these eggs, the sperm must be inserted deeply and be very potent. In the film, it showed a man in his early 20s (like me) holding his newborn baby. Next to them stood the father, a massive black man with a deep voice who looked like he was seven feet tall. Sadly they didn't show his penis in the film but I could only imagine how large it must be to knock his boy up. When the film finished, I knew what I had to do.

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Carlos text me he arrived and three minutes later I got one from Dan he was walking it. It was 11:28 and I knew Ryan would be getting there shortly. 11:32 I got a text from Dan and he said he thought the kid walked in. Dan kept texting me, he even shot a couple pics and videos while Carlos went to work but from what Dan shared the kid walked in and sat on toilet and tapped his foot, he peaked in at Dan and then at Carlos. Carlos slipped his dick through the hole and Ryan grabbed it and jacked it and then leaned in and sucked his big uncut dick. That was my first video, he sat there sucking the head and playing with the foreskin and then he got on his knees and sucked his dick full on and the video showed him bobbing his head on his dick and the sweetest ass. His pale bubble butt looked so fucking hot. He sucked Carlos for eight minutes and I heard Carlos grown as he shot his load in Ryan's mouth. The kid kept sucking till Carlos pulled his dick from him. Fuck he was hungry. Dan Stopped videoing and stood up and fed his cock through and put his phone above the stall and kept the video I got showed Ryan sucking Dan's dick like he needed his cum in the worst way, I could hear my Asian buddy come in and settle in the stall. Ryan hesitated but kept sucking Dan's dick and two minutes later I hard Dan cum. He floods when he come and the boy loved it and swallowed it all. I got a smaller video from Vin showing my boys hot bubble butt and capturing him grabbing Dan's dick with his hand so he could get all his cum and not letting him pull out till Ryan was done. Fuck this kid was hungry for cum, Vin made him work for it, he waiting and stroked his cock. The kid kept looking through the glory hole and then started tapping his finger at the hole. Vin finally put his head thru and Ryan sucked his uncut dick. Then inch by inch he fed Ryan his dick. He is 7.5 and moderately thick. I sent in the other Latin bud Ricardo and he sent me a tape of Ryan sucking away on Vin and Vin telling him to suck that dick you fag, you want my cum keep sucking like that, Then two minutes later Vin shot his load and make a high pitched grunt and then pulled out. Ryan seemed dejected that he was not able to nurse Vin he just watched through the glory hole until Vin left and finally Ricardo cleared his throat and Ryan realized he had another dick to suck. I arrived and entered in front of David. I got into place and sat on the toilet and watch as his fat bubble butt tightened up and let loose as he sucked and when he was going down on Richardo who had a thick 8" uncut dick his ass would bounce. I was so hard and dripping and then Richardo said something in Spanish I am pretty sure he was calling him a whore. Fucking Puta, Chupar Mi Polla Gorda Puta (suck my fat dick whore), Tragar Mi Puta cargada de carga (swallow my charged load) Fuck he never told me he was poz, hot the kid just took his first poz nut. More to come soon. It was not more than two minutes and he shot off saying Puta De Semen Sucia (fucking dirty cum whore), seguir chupando mi semilla sucia pronto voy a criar su culo (keep sucking my dirty seed, soon I will cum in your ass) Then he pulled out and got down and spit through the hole on Ryan's face. I was totally leaking and as Ryan looked through the hole was Richardo got dressed he said in English fucker you have more dick to suck and cum to swallow, service the next guy and stop watching me. Ryan turned back and saw I was in the booth, he came over and ran his finger in a circular motion around the hole. I had checked it out before and my dick would fit through it but not with very much room. I kept my dick hidden and in walked David, Ryan's last dick for the afternoon. Once Dan was in place I text him to tap the wall. Ryan turned his head and went over to see what was in that stall, David has his long fat dick out. I knew David was Poz and that he loved having young neg dudes service his dick. Suck on his head and nurse his poz nut out. He put his dick up and let Ryan suck on his leaky head. I slide my dick through and tapped the wall and Ryan came over and licked my head and sucked my precum. Both dicks are thick and he seemed to be having some trouble working up the nerve to swallow either of them. He kept going back and forth and then I finally pulled out and left only David rock hard and dripping and then Ryan finally started working David's fat dick and struggling making all kinds of noise while he suck his dick and tried to throat him. David remined him to watch his fucking teeth and once Ryan relaxed his jaw and got used to the girth David told him what a good cock sucking slut he was. Deeper boy, you need my cum don't you. Ryan tried to say yes but his mouth was to full to get anything out. You almost have it boy, deeper cock whore. Ryan gagged and tried to please David and a few minutes later David said that's it whore, right there keep doing that and a few minutes later he shot his nut down the kids throat. Take my cum fucker, you dirty cock whore. Ryan could not breath and pulled off David's dick and gasped for air. David got dressed and told Ryan to be here tomorrow at the same time and then left. I slipped my dick back through and Ryan swallowed half my dick and sucked and kept taking more and more. He worked me for ten minutes and I tapped the wall and told him to get ready to swallow. I shot my load and I must have been logged in the back of his throat as my cock drained down his neck he did not gag or cough. Then he pulled up and licked and sucked my dick and I slowly pulled out and turned around and got dressed. I slipped a note I wrote earlier that said be here at 5:45 PM tomorrow so you can drain me again. I walked out and Ryan tried to compose himself after taking six loads.

Part 84 - Open Up Joe and the guys headed up to Boystown that evening drinking, dancing and groping their way through a few bars and clubs. They lost Patrick, Micah and Evan after the first bar. Raphi and Ken had decided to see who could suck the most cocks that night and were able to both score loads at every place they stopped at. Ken broke the tie in an alley with a college jock who kept calling him “faggot” the entire time. With a belly full of jock seed, Ken stood up and said “I’m not sure who the bigger fag is, me for sucking you off or you for liking guys give you head” before he walked away. They headed back to the hotel, following a long parade of other guys and finally stumbled into their rooms after 3:30am. Joe looked at his phone and saw a message from Patrick - “meet 4 brkfst in lobby at 10.” Joe, Kyle, Chad and Jaime all squeezed into the king sized bed and were asleep in minutes. Raphi and Ken went for another round in their room, each dumping what cum they could into the other before passing out. The alarm went off in Joe and Kyle’s room and the two groggily went into the shower. After dressing, they left Jaime and Chad snoring in the bed and went down to the lobby. Slowly the group formed up, some looking more rested than others. They headed out for breakfast and part way through, the conversation turned to Skyler and Trevor. “You guys act like some old straight couple” Joe said. “What? Because we don’t fuck around with any cock we find? We have all the sex we need and never have to worry about what STD the other picked up” Trevor replied. “You’re really young to be trapped in a monogamous relationship. Trust me, I know. All it took was one crazy project at work and my ex was out looking for dick and ass since I wasn’t there to fuck him every day” Patrick said. “You need to trust your partner to not get emotionally attached to his hookups. It’s just sex with the other people. Hell, sometimes you find out some new stuff to do from the good ones” Joe said. Kyle nodded before saying “I think it’s hot when I see Joe with another guy. And if we’re both in the mood to top, then either we flip or find a bottom.” “You really don’t think he’s gonna find someone that fucks better than you?” Trevor asked. “He probably has. But our relationship is more than sex. We’ve gone through a lot and supported each other when things got bad and enjoyed the good times. Sex is only part of our relationship” Joe replied and Kyle added “A big part, but only part.” The discussion went on for a while until everyone was finished with their food and drinks and it was time to head back to the hotel. “There’s a party a friend of mine is holding at his house up on the north side of the city tomorrow afternoon. Everyone is welcome to go, but it is a sex party and no voyeurs are allowed” Patrick said. “Sounds like fun but we have to head back first thing tomorrow morning. I have a cli…. project I have to work on” Joe said, almost telling everyone about his side-job. “That’s too bad. I think you would fit right in with that crowd and I know there was at least one person that was interested in meeting you” Patrick replied, winking at Joe. As the guys walked to the elevators, Trevor and Skyler were talking between themselves intensely. When the elevator arrived, Trevor tapped Joe on the shoulder and said “Can you come to our room. We’d like to talk to you guys a bit.” Joe and Kyle followed Trevor and Skyler to their room. Once inside Trevor now seemed nervous. The confident, almost cocky attitude was gone and he was almost trembling. “Yyyyou guys really don’t have a problem letting your boyfriend fuck with other guys?” he asked. “Hell no. Its hot knowing other guys want to fuck with him. It’s not like he’s going out on a date with the guy, it’s just sex. Suck, fuck, do whatever to get their rocks off and then go home” Joe said. “How long have you been together?” Trever asked, a little more at ease. “Just over three years” Kyle replied. “And you’ve been fucking other people the whole time?” Skyler asked, finally breaking his silence. Joe and Kyle laughed. “Well… Kinda. At first we were just fuck buddies. Then we started hanging out and it became ‘friends with benefits’. We were fucking each other a lot more and less with other guys until we decided that we were dating, hehe. We tried doing the monogamous thing until that first three way…” Kyle said. Joe laughed and added “Yeah, that lasted a few weeks and that guy was awesome. Then there was that stupid project you had where you were living in the lab for a couple weeks and I had to sneak into the bathroom on campus to even get a blow job from you.” “Yeah, then you were gone on those wrestling competitions grabbing at sweaty guys all the time while I got nothing” Kyle responded. “I was a good boy. I wrestled and never fucked. ‘Course I was still in the closet then as far as the team was concerned. That’s when we decided that we were too horny to try and satisfy each other with our crazy schedules. I told Kyle he should go hookup with someone if he needed to fuck. We found out that even when we fucked other guys, we still wanted to be together and to fuck each other. That’s when we moved in together. The rest is history” Joe said. “But I just don’t think I’d like it if I knew he was getting fucked by someone else. And what happens if he falls for the other guy?” Trevor said with a concerned tone in his voice. “Is he your slave? That’s the only way you can really keep him to yourself. Otherwise, don’t you think he’s going to look at or want other guys? Do you satisfy EVERY one of his desires?” Kyle asked. Skyler rolled his eyes but stayed silent. “How about you? Does he do everything you want? Unless you guys are the perfect gay couple where one is a total top AND the other a total bottom AND your sex drive is identical AND your kinks perfectly match AND neither wants to try something new you’ll be ok, but that seems unlikely” Joe added. “Well...” Trevor started to say before Skyler cut him off. “He wants me to fuck him sometimes and I’m just not into that” Skyler blurted out. “You ready to never feel another dick in your ass, Trevor?” Joe asked. “Uhhh, I’ve been using a dildo when he’s not around” was Trevor’s solemn response. “Some people think that’s cheating too. At least you could have Skyler use the dildo on you…” Kyle said with a smirk on his face. “How about this? I fuck Skyler right now while you watch and Joe fucks you. You get some dick while you watch someone who just wants to fuck, nail your boyfriend” Kyle asked. A big smile came over Skyler’s face. Trevor stood there as he tried to find an argument against what Kyle had said. If he had been sober instead of having an alcohol and THC clouded mind, he could have come up with a dozen good ones but right now his dick and ass were more in control. “Uh… I guess that would be ok. But if you try to steal my boyfriend, I’m gonna fuck you up good” Trevor said. “It’s just gonna be a quick fuck, we gotta get back to our friends that are crashed in our room” Kyle said. Before he knew it, Skyler was naked and bending over at the head of the bed. He grabbed a couple pillows and stuffed them under his chest and turned his head saying “Lube is in the drawer next to the bed.” Joe led Trevor to the opposite corner of the bed and reached around, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his jeans. Trevor unzipped and then pushed his jeans down to his knees. Joe kneeled behind Trevor and pulled his ass apart. Knowing that Trevor had no idea he would be bottoming, Joe hoped that his ass was reasonably clean. The first few licks contained nothing other than sweat so Joe dug his tongue in deeper. Kyle unbuttoned his pants and grabbed the lube. He pushed his jeans down past his knees and then knelt behind Skyler. Sticking his tongue in he tasted the familiar taste of fresh cum. Skyler and Trevor had gone to the bathroom together during breakfast and apparently it wasn’t just to piss. He licked and tongue fucked knowing that he really wasn’t going to need much lube. He stood up and rubbed his cock around Skyler’s hole. “Hey, you gonna use a condom?” Trevor yelled out while Joe was sliding a finger into his anxious hole. “Uh, I never use em but if you want…” Kyle said disappointed. “I don’t have any. We always fuck raw. You got any?” Trevor said. “Nope, as I said, we never use them either. Oh well…” Kyle said, setting the lube on the table and pulling up his jeans. “No, no, it’s good. just pull out to cum, OK?” begged Skyler. “Oh fuck… Uh… yeah, don’t cum inside him… I mean us” Trevor said, flustered. Joe pushed his spit covered finger into Trevor’s hole. “I’ll try, but you know what it’s like” Kyle said, pushing his jeans back down. His cock was even harder than before as he traced around Skyler’s pucker with his PA. Skyler felt the steel on his hole and gasped before rocking his ass back. Kyle could tell that Skyler was eager to finally feel a different cock inside of him after over a year of only being used by Trevor. Aided by the cum, spit and lube, Kyle easily entered Skyler’s hole. He paused with the piercing and the head just past Skyler’s ring waiting for a response from Trevor seeing his boyfriend being penetrated raw by a relative stranger. The whimper that came from Trevor surprised Joe and Kyle. Was it really that traumatic to see someone else use Skyler or was it the fact that he finally had some flesh inside of his ass instead of silicone? Joe pulled his finger out and Trevor stopped. Joe stood up and bent Trevor over, making sure that he kept eye contact with his boyfriend. Skyler was definitely looking back at him as Joe rubbed his cock along Trevor’s ass crack. Trevor moaned and reached back to pull his ass apart. Joe chuckled as he realized how desperate Trevor was to feel a real cock inside him again. Kyle started to rock his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside Skyler’s warm, slick chute. Skyler was moaning and would turn his head to look back at Kyle, a wide grin on his face. It didn’t take long and his body was bouncing off Skyler’s bubble butt and then ramming back in. Skyler kept encouraging him to fuck harder and Kyle didn’t want to disappoint. He had no idea how Trevor fucked him, but he was going to give Skyler as rough a fuck as he could take. Kyle reached over Skyler’s back and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pulling himself harder and deeper into the blond’s hole. Joe whispered into Trevor’s ear “You like watching my boyfriend fuck yours?” “Yeah, pound my boy” Trevor grunted as Joe tried to plow his cock into Trevor’s tight chute. He could feel Trevor try and clench his hole, but he didn’t say anything. He grabbed Trevor’s hips and forced his way just inside before pulling back out, adding a little spit to his already flowing precum. With a puddle of charged precum and spit sitting in Trevor’s pucker, he pushed in again and this time found his hole more accommodating. Trevor groaned as Joe opened up his hole with a few firm thrusts. Joe wanted to make sure that Trevor kept watching Skyler get fucked and get used to the idea so he didn’t fuck Trevor as hard as he normally would. Kyle drilled Skyler’s hole and a ring of froth was forming around the base of his cock from Trevor’s load. The longer he fucked the more he wanted to add another load into Skyler. He was wondering if he could silently breed him, but he was usually pretty vocal when he shot and wasn’t sure that he could keep quiet. Kyle slowed his pace down but Skyler quickly started to slam back onto Kyle’s cock. Kyle rammed back in, grinding his hips against Skyler’s butt. His balls began to boil and Kyle knew he was getting really close. He was now ramming Skyler hard and then slowly pulling back, grunting each time. Joe had settled on a mid-paced fuck. Soft enough to not distract Trevor from watching Skyler and Kyle but hard enough that Trevor felt properly fucked. He looked at Kyle and knew he was getting close and wondered if he would be able to pull out before shooting his spunk. He couldn’t remember the last time that Kyle hadn’t dumped his load inside the guy he was fucking. He started to fuck faster and knew with the grip that Trevor had on his cock, he was going to have the same issue. “Fuck this is so hot” Trevor said feeling Joe’s raw shaft drive in and out of his hole and watching his boyfriend get pounded at the same time. Trevor had been stroking his own cock in time with Joe’s thrusts. He could sense Joe getting close and knew that Kyle was probably there too, based on his motion and grunts. “Oh god, yeah… fuck that hole” he said, no one knowing who it was directed to. “Fuck… that feels so good, man” he yelled out as his breathing got ragged. Joe felt Trevor’s hole clench his cock as Trevor’s orgasm started to build. He shoved in hard and enjoyed a couple squeezes before pulling back and shoving back in again. “Fuck! I’m almost there” Kyle yelled out as he hammered Skyler’s hole. Several groans came from Trevor and Kyle could see Trevor’s eyes glued on him. Just before Kyle was going to pull out Trevor screamed out “Breed his ass!” The words triggered Kyle’s orgasm immediately and he buried his cock in deep and let the cum fly. “FUCK!” yelled Kyle as his body flexed and his cock pulsed, shooting a thick creamy load of poz seed into Skyler’s sloppy hole. Skyler let out a loud moan as he felt the cum shoot inside him. Hearing Trevor remove the ‘pull out to cum’ restriction got Joe drilling Trevor faster. He was close and knew it would only be a few more strokes before he would be shooting a toxic load into Trevor. It ended up being only one thrust before Trevor shot his cum all over the bed and the spasms from Trevor’s hole milked the cum out of Joe’s balls. “AAAAHHHH” screamed Joe as his cum pumped and coated every crevice inside Trevor’s chute. The four of them stood there, gasping for air as the spurts slowed and the bodies stopped shaking. Joe pulled out first and slapped Trevor’s ass. “That was a hot fuck” he said before walking into the bathroom and getting a towel. Kyle stood up and coated a finger with the cum mixture dripping out of Skyler’s hole. He leaned forward again and fed it to Skyler who eagerly sucked his finger clean. Trevor had collapsed on the bed and felt his hole throb. Joe threw a towel at Kyle who wiped up his cock and pulled up his jeans, wondering if either Skyler or Trevor had seen the tattoo. Joe had cleaned his cock off and was buttoning his jeans as he said “I hope both of you enjoyed that. I fuckin’ did. We should leave you guys alone to figure out what you guys want - monogamous or open. I think I know the answer, though.” Joe and Kyle let the door close behind them and walked down the hall to their room just in time to see Jaime shoot another load of cum into Chad.

The angel of death had wrapped me in his wings and had buried his golden dick inside my ass. My trip to Cuba had been like the Wild Kingdom - smuggled over the sea in a cargo ship, bribed my way in, hidden in the back of a truck, taken to some building where I was drugged up like a zombie and laid on the altar as a sacrifice during some crazy Santeria ritual that was more bestiary than AirBnB. How I made it back to the states I don’t really know, as I was zombied out the entire way except for a brief moment when Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, kneeled by my head, rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” My eyelids felt like they were weighted down, but with great effort I was able to make a small slit and turn my head. I moaned. I ached and hurt all over. Where was I? It took several minutes and focused exertion, but finally I was able to roll over and see my surroundings. I was back in the monk cell room where I had been taken the first day I met Father Adelmo. A short time later the door unlocked, opened, and one of the twinks dressed in crisp whites cautiously entered. His face looked like he expected to find a bear coming out of hibernation or something. I could not understand what he might be afraid of and when I tried to speak, nothing came out but dry, raspy, gasps. The twink gently set a large tray on the side chair, helped me sit up, then eased a glass of water to my cracked lips. I spilled more than I drank, but it tasted good. Then he held up a small plate filled with white lines of powder. I snorted one - then another - the burn helping to sweep away the cobwebs that had filled my head. “How long have I been back?” I asked. “Where is Bob - I mean Brother Roberto? Where is Father Adelmo? Did...did…?” The twink just shook his head, looking even more fearful. “I am sorry,” he said, “They have said you must remain in here and wait for...for HIM to come to you. That until the time is right, you must remain here.” What the fuck? I peppered him with more questions and after the fifth, “I don’t know,” I gave up, snatched the plate, and snorted some more. The twink then began uncovering some plates of food, and went into the small bathroom to run water from the tap into a tiny, golden vase that held a single white rose. Seeing he was focused on that, I stood up, took a few stumbling steps, made it to the door and yanked it open. My egress was blocked by one of the damn Brother Robertos who just glowered, pushed me back, and slammed the door. OK, point made. Sitting back on the edge of the bed I started to run my hands over my body. I felt sore, odd, displaced and the memories of Cuba all came rushing back. Did I get infected with the CRF19 virus? What had happened to me then? What had happened since? The twink kneeled on the floor, held out a plate of scrambled eggs and a fork that he had jabbed a few bits on, “Father says you must eat.” I snarled, “I can feed myself, thanks.” I barely had four bites of eggs before my stomach revolted and I heaved. The twink was prepared and had a small porcelain bowl in hand that I spewed the eggs into. “Father said this may happen. Take your time. It’s OK,” he assured me. Several minutes later I tried again and was able to keep them down with some effort. Satisfied, the twink said, “Here, let me help you into the bathroom so I can get you cleaned up.” “Jesus fuck!” I said as I leaned on the sink to steady myself and saw my reflection in the mirror. My face and body were bruised, swollen, there were large cuts like claw marks in various stages of scabbing on my chest and sides. I leaned closer and gently touched the large marks on my shoulder by my neck. No can’t be - but they looked like multiple sets of bite marks and far too large to be made by a man. No, what happened in Cuba was all a dream, an effect of being high; shit I imagined right? That’s what I kept telling myself as the twink gently sponge bathed me. He was drying me off when we heard the door open. We both turned and in came Bob. “Well, it’s about fucking time,” I said, “Why the fuck I am locked in here and why…” I stopped. Bob was holding a golden cup and while he never said much at all, that would have been about the time I expected him to cuff my head. Yet, he just stood there and then there were two more Brothers beside him. This can’t be good. I edged back, they came forward, and one Brother grabbed my right arm and twisted, the other my left. The twink huddled in the corner as Bob stepped in front of me, held the cup up, closed his eyes and mouthed a silent prayer. He then held the cup towards my lips and I could smell it. That same sour yogurt shit they made me drink in Cuba that turned me into a petrified log. No fucking way! I struggled, the Brother’s easily held me steady as Bob used his left hand to press my head against the wall and his right to pour the milky contents into my throat. I could have spit it out, but what was the point? Because it dawned on me, if they were drugging me up again, maybe that meant more dick, and more dick meant more virus. THE ROOM SPUN, MY BODY FLOATED, I WAS CARRIED ON THE WIND… A BEAST WITH HORNS AND GREAT, LONG FANGS WAS OVER MY BODY, IT’S SALIVA DRIPPING LIKE ACID ONTO MY FLESH… TALONS RAKED MY SKIN AND PIERCED MY FLESH AS I WAS HELD DOWN LIKE CARRION AND ASSAULTED BY A VICIOUS RAPTOR… GOLDEN SPIKES TORE MY ASS OPEN AND MINED MY INSIDES BLOODY AS I WAS POUNDED DEEPER AND DEEPER… THE LAVA POURED FORTH FROM THE VULCAN GOD OF FIRE, EXTINGUISHING THE LIFE FORCE I HAD TRIED TO HOLD TIGHT… THE CHANTING ROSE IN RHYTHMIC PRAISE AROUND ME, TETHERING ME TO THIS WORLD, TETHERING ME TO THE ALTAR OF SACRIFICE… I COULD TASTE HIS BODY - AND HE MINE - WE WERE ONE. I was lying on my stomach as I opened my eyes. The grunts and moans of pleasure from the man fucking me letting me know I was being bred again. By whom I did not know, and I didn’t care, but from the pile of black clothes on the chair it was a Brother Roberto. They were taking turns raping my drugged up body. My mind was awake, but my body was still stiff and frozen from the zombie drug. The inside of my ass was awake too and I could feel every brutal thrust, every tear in my gut lining, and every drop of man cum as they continued to fill me. That was how the next several days went. The twink would come in and feed me, bath me, Bob would show up with two of his Brother goons to make me drink the Santeria brew, then it was off to Babylon as I became the whore for the beasts - and then the whore for the Brothers Roberto. That was how the next several days went that is until the puking started, which did not stop. Until the fever hit me, which did not abate. Until the sweats overtook me and the shaking was so bad I could not stand. At the height of my sickness, Father Adelmo appeared, along with the golden skull - or maybe it was all a delusion - yet I was sure the Father had fucked me. I had felt the thick, braided cord of his golden beads as he had wrapped them tightly around my neck and then his holy prayers as he squeezed his hands tight and seeded my ass. I was his lamb. The golden skull had watched and smiled even, then he too was inside me - stretching me wider, digging me deeper, flooding me fuller. Over and over he bred me while I was nothing more than a flop doll - a sick sack of wilted flesh that he used. It seemed to never end and he was always there, always fucking me, always scorching my insides with his toxic cum. The hushed and whispered voices sounded real. I unclenched my fist; the blanket felt real. I opened my right eye; the lights, shadows, forms and shapes seemed real. I groaned. That was real too. A warm hand took my chin and turned my head a bit to the side, “Transmutation,” Father Adelmo said. His face was now close to mine. He was smiling as he repeated the word, “Transmutation. The lamb has been slaughtered and returns as a gift for my children. Rest now. Rest.” I drifted back off not knowing what he meant. The next two days the twink was back feeding me, cleaning me, keeping me company. I felt fine, better than fine even. Yet one thing had not changed, I was still locked up in that damn monk cell. This time, Bob did not stop by. No one did. The only person I saw for two days was the twink who continued to be a source of frustration with how little he knew, or could or would say. On the third day I was woken up by the twink and a large golden platter full of white powder. I quickly snorted a few lines and wanted more. I wanted to get fucked too. My insides were crawling and twisting and I needed some dick bad. I asked the twink for some food and he shook his head and said, “Not today. Today is Easter and today is THE day.” Whatever the fuck that meant. So I spent the following hours snorting lines, talking to myself since the twink was a worthless conversationalist, and pacing back and forth in my little cell. In the late afternoon there was a loud knocking on the door and the twink jumped up and said, “Come, we must get you cleaned up and ready.” Ready for what? I got no answers so as he washed me, oiled me like a roasted pig, and made me presentable, I cleaned the plate of white powder. Finally, as dusk began to descend on Miami, the door opened and in came Bob and two of his Brothers Roberto. The Brothers - Bob included - were dressed in their usual black, but today, Bob had large, golden chains hanging around his neck that were jeweled and layered. The other Brothers had large, red silk sashes wrapped around their waists that were intricately embroidered with heavy, gold thread depicting images I could not quite make out. My curiosity grew as the Brothers parted, a twink I had not seen before walked in carrying a pile of white cloth, also heavily embroidered in gold. He gently draped it on the bed, bowed towards me and backed out of the room. I was really confused. Bob stepped behind me and raised my arms up and out. The two Brothers then took the white, embroider cloth and draped it over my shoulders and arms. Layer upon layer of white silk with heavy golden threads caressed my naked body and I wondered to myself, “Why are they dressing me up like Cleopatra or some shit?” I started to ask, but Bob cuffed my head and I turned and glared and he just smiled. Smart ass. I held up the silk and looked more closely at the designs - the stitching created the affect of wings and more - like I was an angel. There was a loud knock on the door. Bob stood in front of me, looked me up and down, did a quick tuck of a bit of hair on my head that was not in place to his liking, then as the two Brothers left the room, Bob set my right hand on his left arm and escorted me out of my cell. You might think I would be embarrassed being naked with nothing but some fancy bed sheet over me, but no. All these guys had fucked me - repeatedly - and the white powder I snorted made me not give a fuck about anything, so hell, I was going along for the ride. We made our way through some of the Father’s elaborate rooms, and towards his chapel. The sounds of rhythmic chanting filled the air, as did the smoke of incense and candles. We entered the chapel and I halted. There was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. On one side of the chapel were the Brothers Roberto all dressed in black with the same red sashes around their waists. Why were there so many? There must have been 15 or 20. I thought there was maybe seven or eight. The other side of the chapel was lined with rows of twinks in their crisp whites. They too had on sashes, but their’s were white with gold embroidery. The two Brothers entered first and stood just to the side and were followed by Bob and I. Bob escorted me to the right of Father Adelmo, who smiled and nodded at me. I smiled back then my ass twitched as I looked at his hard, throbbing dick and the gold cock ring he wore. Fuck! The chanting of the Brothers and twinks continued and as it reached a crescendo, Father Adelmo held out his arms, palms up, towards the far door. The doors opened, two twinks in white came out, followed by a third who carried a large, red silk pillow with something golden and long placed in the middle of it. Suddenly all sound in the room ceased except for the soft crackling of the fire consuming the candlewicks. I turned towards the door and gasped - there was the golden skull! The man standing in the door was dressed like me in flowing layers of silk, but unlike the white I had on his, his were blood red. The fantastical designs embroidered in gold on his robe were of beasts of various shapes and sizes, all with massive dicks protruding from their bodies. I looked at the man again as he walked towards us, his skin a golden, brown hue, his hair black and wavy. His face - well his face was hidden behind the mask - a mask of pure gold in the shape of a skull - this was my El Dorado. This must be the man who had fucked me in Cuba. This must be the man who had fucked me on the boat back. This must be the man/beast that had been fucking me while I was sick. El Dorado confidently walked towards us and stood to the left of Father Adelmo. His blood red robes made him appear larger than he was, for while he was taller than me, I could see his ribs where the cloth parted, but that’s not what I focused on. I inhaled sharply as I looked at his dick. Fuck it was a good 9-inches and appeared mostly soft, yet that quickly changed as he turned his golden skull face towards me and his dick began to grow and lengthen to its full brutal potential. Father Adelmo started speaking - fuck I wish I knew Spanish - so I have no idea what was being said, but Bob escorted me over to stand directly in front of Father Adelmo. El Dorado then stepped up beside me and took Bob’s place, grabbing my shaking hand with his and sending sparks of desire and need shooting through my body. The congregants replied in affirmation and holy ecstasy to whatever Father Adelmo had said. The Father’s dick was drooling precum and I leaned forward and glanced down and saw El Dorado’s dick was too. I wanted to gnaw on his foreskin, lick him clean, and feel him inside me! Bob was on my left and grabbed my hand as the Brothers who had escorted us in pulled the white silk draping my body off me and stepped back. I turned and looked as I watched the two twinks who had come in with El Dorado do the same to him. The third, the one who had been carrying the large, red pillow, had stepped forward and was holding aloft the long, golden, item that had nestled in its silken folds. It was a cock sheath. A metal cock sheath. A golden, metal cock sheath, with fine mesh loops that formed the perfect replica of a gigantic dick. Bob squeezed my hand as I watched the twink kneel, gently slide it up and over El Dorado’s now pulsing shaft, then step behind him as he tied the golden cords together to hold it firmly in place. Father Adelmo stepped off the raised dais, held a golden chalice up on front of me and said, “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” I sniffed at the cup. Fuck that zombie shit again! My dick and ass are programmed though as no sooner do I smell the pungent odor than my dick stiffens, my hole pulses, and my ass pussy starts wetting itself. I take a sip, then a gulp, and then empty the entire chalice. I pat my mouth with the back of my hand as Father Adelmo smiles, steps to the side, and holds his left arm out in the direction of the dais. There, I can now see in full the altar is covered in white silk - the site of my sacrifice and funeral pyre like I am about to become a martyr or saint. I start to crumble as the drink kicks in, but the Brothers catch me under my arms, help me forward, then raised and lifted me and laid me on my back on the altar. Bob stands behind my head with his hands reassuringly on my shoulders. One Brother grabs my right ankle and lifts it up, the other my left. My asshole is open, exposed, waiting. My eyes follow Father Adelmo as he circles the altar I am laying on three times with El Dorado in tow. El Dorado has added his voice to the Father’s as together their chant sets the stage for the next act. The Father stops between my raised legs, looks at me, and smiles. He steps away and El Dorado takes his place, his skull mask now seeming to shift, move, and change from man - to beast - to horned demon - and back. As before when I took the zombie drink, my body is completely immobile, yet inside, my ass can still feel. I would have screamed if I could have when El Dorado pushed his golden, metal covered dick inside me. EL DORADO’S GOLDEN, CRF19 INFECTED DICK SKINNED ME ALIVE. HE PULLED OUT AND STEPPED BACK AND A BROTHER ROBERTO ENTERED MY ASS AND COMPLETED SEVERAL LONG STROKES. HE LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT, TO BE REPLACED BY ANOTHER BROTHER. SEVERAL LONG STROKES AND THE BROTHER LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT. EL DORADO STEPPED UP AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE WENT DEEPER, HIS BEASTIAL CLAWS GOUGING MY INNARDS AND WHEN HE WITHDREW I KNEW THE WHITE ALTAR COVERING WAS STAINED EVEN MORE. ANOTHER BROTHER ENTERED ME AND AS HE STROKED I COULD HEAR OTHER SOUNDS FROM THE ROOM. CRIES OF PAIN, BUT THEY WERE NOT MINE. I THEN THOUGHT I UNDERSTOOD - THE BROTHERS WERE COATING THEIR DICK IN ME, THEN FUCKING THE TWINKS. ON THE OTHER HAND, I WAS DRUGGED OUT ON ZOMBIE JUICE SO MAYBE IT WAS ONLY A FLY BUZZING BY MY HEAD AND I IMAGINED IT ALL. All the Brothers entered me, but only after El Dorado had prepped my hole with his golden meshed dick. Each of his strokes were etched in what had been the white covering of the altar, but that in my mind’s eye I saw now was stained like the fires of Hell. Bob was the last Brother to enter me and when he did there was something in his eyes - compassion? Desire? Loss? No sooner had El Dorado reprepped my hole than Father Adelmo was there, his golden robes gone, his naked chest glistening in sweat as he pummeled me and then exclaimed in holy ecstasy as he seeded me. Once the Father pulled out, El Dorado was back and this time with a vengeance. Golden claws pierced my flesh, spiked horns grew from his skull, and as El Dorado infected me anew with the CRF19 viral plague, he threw his head back and bellowed like the beast of Hell that he was. - The End - (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)