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Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.

Why I didn’t get married. I was a high school nerd. If my nose wasn’t buried in books I was practicing in the band room. I even played the nerdiest instrument, bassoon. In public school sex ed the pictures were so bizarre to me that I thought women got pregnant by their nipples touching men’s nipples. I was so amazed to learn the real deal in high school sex ed that I got 100%. I remained a nerd through university rarely leaving my study carrel in the library. It was beyond amazing that I became engaged during my third year. We were both nerds. Although we engaged in heavy petting until I came, we had never ‘done the deed.’ I went to Tip Top Tailer’s to buy my wedding suite. No rental for me. She was making her simple gown from scratch. The sales attendant was a handsome, tall, slim Italian. His Mediterranean tanned olive skin looked amazing against the white starched collar of his dress shirt, and I have always loved paisley neck ties. His dress slacks were cut to emphasize his gorgeous bubble butt. He had a winning smile and chatted casually with me for a few minutes to learn what I was there for and my thoughts about my image of the perfect wedding suite. He was in no rush as we were the only two in the store. Then he said, “I’m Leo, we went to high school together.” I couldn’t place him, but he continued to smile so I guessed I hadn’t offended him. Together we picked out a smart navy-blue double-breasted suit jacket with matching dress slacks, white shirt and a red, white and blue angle stripped tie. He assured me the jacket fit perfectly right off the rack; but, the slacks would need taking in to fit correctly on my very slim frame. He’d also need to measure leg length for a cuffed finish. I was shown into the changing booth and instructed to put on the trousers and shirt. When I was ready, I stepped from behind the curtain. Leo had removed his necktie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. I now had a great view of his smooth muscular chest and one of his dark perky nipples. He stood behind me and almost hugged me as he measured the circumference of my waist. I began to worry when he measured my hips that he would notice I was chubbing up. By the time he crouched in front of me to measure my inseam I was at full mast. I’m a grower which gets to a sizable appendage and even contained in my underwear was quite visible from his vantage point. Looking from my crotch up to my face he proclaimed; “Well your lucky woman must enjoy riding that.” My nerd self blurted; “Oh no, we’ve never had sex … I ,,, I ,,, I’ve never had sex.” “I knew you were a book worm; I didn’t realize you were so old fashioned.” Leo laughed. I must have been beat red with embracement. I was flailing myself; ‘Why did I tell him that?’ Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his slacks. He then started to unbutton the shirt I was trying on. “What are you doing?” I cried. “My shirt has been tailored to fit better.” Leo said. “You are about my size and shape. I’m letting you try it on to see if you want your wedding shirt fitted.” He stepped behind me, helped me the rest of the way out of my shirt before helping me into his. Huggin me from behind he fastened the buttons, loosened my pants, and tucked in the shirt tails. He made it seem like an accident, but his fingers brushed over my erection. No guy had ever touch me like that before, I was afraid I’d cream instantly. His face was now so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Mmmm, you smell great. Your Colone suits you.” He was almost whispering. “Um … um … no Colone … must be my …‘Timberwolf’ deodorant.” I stammered. “Nice!” he nibbled my ear lobe. He must have only then remembered where we were, pulling me into the changing stall being, sure to close the curtain. Still hugging me from behind fingers from his hand stroked through my chest hair. “How do you like the fit?” His voice couldn’t have been more seductive. “The fit?” I stuttered. “Oh, yea, the shirt. It feels amazing.” “So do you.” He continued to play with my chest hair as his other hand returned to unbuttoning the shirt and pulling out the shirttails. I was soon shirtless with his bare torso pressed against my skin. I couldn’t remember a time I had felt so good and so safe. I looked down to see his masculine arms wrapped around my hairy slim belly. I felt as if I was melting into his skin. Then one of his hands started opening my pants, lowering my fly. “What are you doing?” I once again cried. “Getting you out of these clothes so I can suck your cock. You ever have your cock sucked before?” His seductive voice pressed against my ear, “Um … awe … no …. never.” He was now crouched in front of me. I involuntarily stepped out of the pants as he removed them. As he started to lower my underwear my swollen uncut boner popped free and hit him under the chin. “Fuckin A!” Leo crooned. “Ready for your first?” “No?” my voice weak and hesitant. “Your ‘no’ isn’t very convincing.” He had me. “Yes?” even more hesitant. “Let me make the decision for you.” His tongue licked the precum from my piss slit. Hearing no protest from me his lips started pushing back my foreskin. He began to suck on my exposed mushroom head. My hands involuntarily moved to the back of his head. He freed his mouth and said, “I’ll take that as permission.” I could no longer tell if he was starting to devour my engorged cock or if I was pushing deeper and deeper into his skull. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and throat were intoxicating. When my hairy balls hit his chin, my orgasm exploded. Blast after blast stared shooting beyond his tonsils as if directly into his stomach. Clearly his swallow response couldn’t keep up and he began to sputter and spit as he chocked. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I froze and tensed holding his skull impaled on my ridged tool which continued to spasm. When he could take no more, he forcefully pushed my whole body away from him freeing his windpipe. When he realized hot cum was still shooting from my cock his lips encased my cock head, and the remainder of my load filled his mouth. I was finally fully spent and way too sensitive to accept his suctioning lips any longer. I pushed his head away and only then realized what I had done. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help myself!” I cried. He could only respond by smiling with his whole face and happy saucer eyes gurgling “Aw love iiitt!” Point at me he continued to gurgle. “Yaw tuurnn!” “No way man. I don’t suck cock!” I protested vehemently. In response he spun me around, bent me toward the wall, spread my ass cheeks and planted his mouth on my ass hole. He proceeded to blow my cum into my hole and tonge fuck it in even deeper. I was too shocked to put up any resistance. Besides this bran new sensation was way too amazing to want it to stop. And stop way too soon it did! His mouth free to speak he proclaimed as he stood; “Don’t apologize. I loved you blasting off so soon and so deep. It’s your turn to get my load. Not in your mouth, your virgin ass! Now you’re so well lubed can I breed your ass?” His cock head was already teasing my hole. “No!” I screamed. “I’m getting married.” His left had had found my cock which was getting harder by the moment. “You may say no but your cock betrays a different story.” “Fuck Leo, what are you doing to me?” “Just giving you what you want, what you need!” he insisted. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock up your hairy ass.” “I don’t?” my damn nerdy hesitant voice again. “You’re not convincing me.” His damn seductive voice. “No?” why was I hesitant? His hard cock was putting more pressure on my hole and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him. “At least … wear a condom?” I was beginning to relent. “That will hurt more, I don’t think you want that.” He reasoned. I certainly didn’t want it to hurt. I tried bargaining; “Are you clean?” Surely, he wouldn’t breed me if he had an STD. “Honestly, I can’t promise I fuck around a lot.” His hand was still on my engorged cock which twitched at this statement. “Mmmm, clearly my promiscuity turns you on.” Three involuntarily twitches. “Your horney cock betrays you, my friend.” “At least promise me you’re not HIV positive.” My bargaining chips were getting weaker and as the pressure on my hole increased my resistance weakened. “Been poz for five years.” He confidently confessed. I ‘assumed’ by five years he’d be on meds and undetectable. I knew from high school sex ed that undetectable guys were the safest. Undetectable equals untransmutable. The bottom line was this had gone too far for me to resist any longer. The teasing at my virgin ass was more than I could bare. “OK, have your way with me Leo. Truth be told, if I’m going to lose my anal virginity, I want it bareback. I need it bareback. And don’t pull out. I need your cum in me.” I blurted. “Are you sure?” His damn seductive voice. “No?” my nerdy hesitant voice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said as his raw cock head breached my ring. I was in too much pain to argue the point “Holy shit, that hurts!” “Just breath deep, and push like you’re taking a dump.” I tried but it still hurt like hell. A small brown bottle appeared like magic under one of my nostrils. The other was pinched closed and I was instructed to breath deeply. After three inhales the bottle was moved to my other nostril and the pattern repeated. My body was flooding with warmth, my ass stopped hurting and relaxed, and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. My heart pounded with excitement. Leo proceeded to deep fuck my virgin ass knowing the signs of utter release and surrender. One of his hands covered my mouth to try and stifle my grunts and groans each time he bottomed out inside of me. There was pain, but the pleasure far exceeded it. I didn’t want this to end, and I knew like nothing before that this was exactly what my body and soul needed. “Fuck me, Leo. Harder and deeper … own my ass, make our bodies one!” It wasn’t long until he was back quietly speaking into my ear with his now raspy voice. “You are nearing the point of no return. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull out? Sure you didn’t miss a question” “Yes! I’m sure! Breed my virgin ass!” I couldn’t feel the volley after volley after volley of his cum pumping inside of me; but, I couldn’t miss the powerful contractions of his manhood on my battered ass and tender guts. I was so proud of myself for riding this out to completion. Then I remembered we weren’t quite finished. I spun around, dropped to my knees and vacuumed his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean and when he pulled it away complaining it was too sensitive, I finally saw the stinging scorpion tattoo shrinking on the top of his poz cock.

“Holy fuck! I just made an ass of you and me. I assumed you were undetectable, but this tattoo tells a different story.” I moaned. “Did you just pump toxic poz cum into my ass?” “Nobody made an ass of me.” He retorted. “I just pozed your ass, but I gave you a couple chances to recant your choice.” “Why would you bareback me if you knew you were toxic?” I lamented. “Because it was fucking hot to see how far you would go. And clearly you went all the way. That’s on you nerd. Besides, it really wasn’t the point of no return. You’ve got a couple of days to get PEP (Post Exposure Prophylactic)” I used my finger to retrieve some of his cum from my ass and licked it off. “God, I must be crazy, I just want you to be fucking me again.” “That’s a pretty normal reaction to taking cum up the ass. We’ve all been there my friend.” He beamed. “But poz cum? Why would I want more poz cum?” I was baffled. “Oh, fuck man! Especially poz cum. It’s so addictive.” He assured me. “I’m off work in an hour. Come back and meet me here. I’ve got a specially treat to share with you.” When I came back, he took me to a gay bathhouse. We didn’t bother with a room. We stripped down at our lockers, and he took me directly to a sling. He helped me into it, fastened my legs and arms and plunged his raw poz cock into my swollen dripping hole. I was so relieved to have him in me again that I forgot I was on display in a public place. I also forgot his HIV status. He was soon pounding away at my hole. A group of guys began to form around us. Some reached in to touch his pistoning cock. I guess they wanted to be sure he was inside my ass raw. When he was ready to cum he broadcast to all within hearing range. “Here’s the second toxic poz load for your no longer virgin ass.” The audience went wild with cheering as he collapsed deeper into me, clearly painting my gut walls. He no sooner stepped away from the sling and a huge burley bear of a man plunged his raw cock balls deep into my dripping ass. He had a short thick cock and when he soon bred me, I felt every hot blast of semen spraying against my gut walls. Next was a tall super skinny guy with a pencil dick. Followed by a short hairy cub. Followed by s gorgeous muscle jock. Followed by an incredibly obese guy. Followed by a fiery ginger. On and on, they just kept coming, fucking me raw and shooting their loads deep inside me. When the mayhem stopped, I had no idea how many strangers’ loads were mixing deep in my guts and spilling from my stretched hole onto the floor. When he finally helped me out of the sling I begged Leo; “What the fuck have you done to me?” “You got in that sling of your own free will nerdy slut. Besides, since you’re going for PEP, you may as well have made it worth your while.” My next five days were consumed with elderly parent care, work and wedding planning with my fiancé. There was not a spare moment to get to a sexual health clinic and I certainly couldn’t tell anyone why I needed some time away. At the end of the fifth day, I couldn’t keep myself away from Leo’s work another moment. He was dealing with a customer when I arrived, so I nervously hung out near the back of the store until the customer left. Within a moment he had pulled me into the back room, dropped my pants. poppered me up and sank his raw cock deep in my famished hole. This was probably the fastest pump and dump in history, and I was elated. That was until he turned his back to me and dropped his dress slacks and underwear presenting his beautiful bubble but to me. “Hey nerd, how do you think I got pozed in the first place? Your turn to do my ass.” At first, I was thunder struck, then I realized my cock was rock hard. I’d never fucked anyone before, but I took to it like a fish swimming upstream. I could hardly believe my raw cock was inside Leo other than it felt so lovely and warm in there. Once again, I didn’t last long and was apologetically blasting away, this time inside his ass. He took me home after work and during the night we fucked two more loads into each other. I was pretty sure I was doomed to get sick within a week or two. It hit like clockwork, and I missed two weeks of work during which Leo nursed me back to as much health as HIV offers. I actually returned to feeling like my old self. Except I knew I wasn’t my ‘old self. I texted my fiancé that the wedding was off with no explanation. And I insisted that my older brother fly across the country to take his turn at caring for our elderly parents. I thought I had fallen deeply and madly in love with Leo. I wanted to marry him instead of my former fiancé. He knew I had fallen into madness and gently broke my heart by taking me to bathhouses and sex parties every weekend. He insisted that any and every stranger breed my ass often getting his ass railed right along side mine. I may have been a bright student for academics, but I was as thick as they come getting Leo’s message that he was not in love with me. It was when he began setting up dates for me to fuck other guys and coaching me on stealth pozing them that the proverbial ‘penny dropped.’ The first few were fun and exciting, I now had some pozing ‘notches on my metaphoric belt’ but deep inside it didn’t quite feel right. Then one night as I was raw fucking an unsuspecting victim on a dance floor a former fuck that I had pozed a month before came over to blackened both my eyes and broke my nose. I knew this was not a game for me and that I would never marry Leo. I quit my job, moved three hundred miles away, got a new job for an AIDS service provider, got myself on meds and spear headed the “U=U” awareness program for this new district. Oh yeah. I’ve never had a condom in me or on me and I both get fucked and fuck with abandon. I’m every bit, or even more promiscuous than my gay sex mentor Leo. The closest I’ve come to marriage is a series of trupples over the years, none of which restrict my cock and cum hungry ass.

for various reasons i hadn't been fooling around for a couple of months. perhaps i got rusty? 😜 out of town for thanksgiving i decided to do door unlocked waiting. i'd done similar at home or at a hook up's but never in a hotel before. no sooner had the headless anon torso w the big dick dmed "almost there" i suddenly began to panic. alone in a strange town? what was i thinking? it wasnt even a hotel but a small B&B so the other guests were like roommates, able to hear. if he tried to rob or beat me, would i call for their help? i needed a plan just in case my luck was up. best case scenario, he was legit but would the str8 couple from the midwest still look me in the eye at breakfast tomorrow? face down ass up in the dark, i heard the front door open, the footsteps on the creaky old steps, the ridiculous haunted house like squeal of my room's door and then the presence behind me, the sound of belt being unbuckled, pants being unzipped.. this was it, the moment it went in one direction or the other i felt the hand squeeze an ass cheek, then come down w a hard smack. the plop as a hefty schlong landed atop my crack. the deep "just so you know what you gonna be gettin" followed by a few more dick slaps on ass. i could hear lube being applied and then the fat head pressing against my hole. i'd like to say i winced in pain when he entered, but who am i fooling. the whole thing just slipped right in as i savored the raw dick of a complete stranger, no questions asked, bare up my ass. fucking is one of the few tasks i've been able to get close to mindfulness on. just relishing the in n out sensations not letting my mind rush ahead or away. no sounds but the increasingly ragged breath of us both. just as things got heated, he spoke for the 2nd and last time "you want this load? tell me you want this load! get ready! ah ah ah" then the beginning but in rewind: the plop of a fat cock dropping out of a stretched hole, the zipping up, the belt buckled, the squeaky door, the receding steps, the closing of the front door and then just me.. alone, in the dark, ass up, full of an unseen stranger's cum.

Last night I hooked up with a group of four guys that have been fucking me off and on since college. They introduced me to the joys of anal orgasms, being the only bottom in a gangbang, and helped me become the total size queen cumslut that I am. They brought a new top with them that was down to fuck, had a big, thick, rock hard cock and a beautiful muscular body. I spent a lot of time in a sling sucking dick and taking load after load on my face and in my ass. They are so good at gently opening my hole at first and then moving on to just jackhammering the hell outta my ass after I’m good and loose. My dick was off limits and I busted at least 3 hands free loads. Now I’m relaxing on the couch with a towel under my ass and enjoying the taste of loads in my mouth and the cum leaking out of my hole. I’m debating if I should let my hole rest a bit or reach out to one of my favorite tops who is a pro at just holding me and giving me a good, long, gentle fuck. Sometimes I want to be repeatedly jackhammered and sometimes I want to just cuddle and get fucked by a beautiful top.

Cruising the video booths at a sleazy ABS while on vacation. Popped my head in a booth and got invited in by a young guy. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him. After a couple of minutes, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He said he did, but would cum really fast - I told him I didn't care as I just wanted his load. I turned around, bent over and he went in - just spit and precum for lube. He only lasted a couple of minutes, but shot a huge load in me. Felt amazing. I'd been having a run of tops who couldn't keep it up, or if they could, couldn't cum. Felt good to finally feel a rock hard cock in me and a big load dripping out.

About Mitch Mitch is the kind of guy you remember, the guy that leaves you curious, wanting to know more—whether it's for his chiseled physique or the air of mystery that follows him. At 30 years old, he's a ruggedly handsome guy with thick, slightly tousled brown hair that looks like he never tries too hard but always lands just right. His deep brown eyes hold a mixture of intensity and playfulness, like he's lived through some rough times but hasn't let them steal his spark. Since his recent time in prison, Mitch's body is a testament to his dedication—he's built like a Greek statue, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest that fills out every shirt he puts on. His core is carved, and let’s not forget his perfectly sculpted ass that always seems to draw attention when he walks away. His deep, resonant voice carries a smooth Southern twang that can make even the simplest "hello" sound like poetry. His crooked smile is both disarming and dangerous—a little mischievous, a little charming, and always captivating. Mitch is the type of guy who’s full of contradictions: tough yet magnetic, rough around the edges but impossible to resist. About Daniel Daniel is the kind of person who turns heads the moment he walks into a room, maybe because of his looks but more often because of the confidence that radiated off him. His light brown hair catches the light just right, but it's his big, striking blue eyes that truly captivate. They’re the kind of eyes that seem to hold the ocean within them, shimmering with depth and charm. People often can’t help but compliment them, whether it’s a passing stranger or someone he’s just met. Those compliments come so frequently that he’s grown used to them, responding with a modest smile or a witty remark that leaves people smiling back. Beyond his looks, Daniel's personality is magnetic and is largely responsible for his great success in life. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, making them feel at ease in his presence. His sense of humor is sharp, often catching others off guard with a clever quip or a perfectly timed joke. Whether it's a small gathering or a crowded party, Daniel is always at the center of attention, the well-known life of the party, weaving stories and making people laugh with his quick wit. His laughter is contagious, and his energy lights up the room. He is the kind of guy you meet and think “yeah, bet that guy was prom king of his high school, Mr. popular for sure”. What sets Daniel apart is the balance between his charm and intelligence. He can effortlessly shift from cracking jokes to engaging in deep, meaningful conversations. He’s well-read and insightful, often surprising people with his knowledge. Yet, he never comes across as arrogant—his charm lies in how approachable he is. People are naturally drawn to him, not just because of his looks but because he has a way of making everyone around him feel valued and entertained. Daniel and Mitch, Part 1 Mitch leaned against the chain-link fence just outside the gates of the state prison, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air smelled of asphalt and freedom. He squinted at the approaching black truck kicking up dust along the gravel road, his lips curling into that crooked smile that hadn’t faded during his years behind bars. Behind the wheel of the truck was his former college roommate Daniel, the only person to have stuck by Mitch during his entire five year stint behind bars. Mitch and Daniel were an unlikely pair, Daniel from an upper-class well-connected family of media tycoons and Mitch – the son of a deadbeat used car salesman father and a mother who skipped town when Mitch was just a kid leaving him to grow up in abject poverty – Mitch was white trash raised by white trash and he knew it. Even though the two men came from different worlds Daniel never – not once – made Mitch feel like he were any lesser than; in fact, the only physical fight Daniel had ever been in was with one of his fraternity brothers who the two roommates had overheard saying some truly shitty things about Mitch, jokes made in the cruel deep cutting way that only an over privileged white frat boy could pull off. When Daniel saw how his fraternity brother’s words crushed his friend, he almost put that frat brother in the hospital. If it weren’t for Mitch pulling Daniel off the boy, he may have killed him. Mitch had never known loyalty like Daniel had shown him. As the truck approached Mitch thought out aloud to himself, “Fuck, he wasn’t bullshitting.” He actually came”. Daniel pulled up, parking the truck with a jolt. He stepped out, the sight of him almost surreal after all this time. Clean-cut as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, Daniel looked just as Mitch remembered—only a little older, a little sharper, healthy and clearly a guy with a well-used gym membership. Mitch couldn’t help but grin as he took him in, memories of their college days flooding back. “Damn, Mitch,” Daniel said, walking over with a lopsided smile. “Prison’s been good to you. You’re a brick wall now”, he said as he playfully punched Mitch in the shoulder. Mitch chuckled; his deep voice tinged with that Southern drawl Daniel loved to hear. “Yeah, well, not much else to do but lift weights and wait, huh?” Daniel stepped closer and pulled him into a hug, and for a moment, Mitch froze. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kept in touch—Daniel had been the only one who bothered writing letters, sending books, and even visiting when he could—but feeling him this close again stirred something deep inside Mitch, something he hadn’t let himself dwell on behind bars. He hugged Daniel back, his arms wrapped tightly around him in a way that felt both comforting and possessive. “Let’s get outta here,” Daniel said, pulling back with a grin that didn’t quite hide the emotion in big blue his eyes. “You’re riding shotgun.” The drive started out easy. Mitch told stories about the inside, glossing over the darker parts, while Daniel updated him on life outside. He had followed in his parents’ footsteps and gone into the media, surpassing even their success by first becoming a major advertising executive and now owning his own thriving agency. Mitch had followed a different path, one that landed him behind bars, but that was okay – he was here now, with Daniel. It was almost like old times, the banter flowing naturally, the silences comfortable. But as the miles passed, the tension between them shifted. It wasn’t just the catching up or the reminiscing—it was the way Daniel’s gaze lingered a little too long on Mitch’s arms when he thought Mitch wasn’t looking, or the way Mitch’s gruff voice softened every time he said Daniel’s name. When they reached Daniel’s place – one of the penthouses in the nicest building in downtown, Mitch shook his head remembering where he’d slept the night before and where he was today, thinking how quickly life can change. They parked in the garage and Mitch stepped out of the truck and stretched, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Daniel cleared his throat and looked away, fumbling with his keys. “You sure I’m not crashin’ your space?” Mitch asked, following him inside. “Don’t be stupid,” Daniel said, tossing his keys on the counter. “You’re family, Mitch. Always have been.” Mitch choked up and looked away and a quiet fell between the two men. Always the life of the party, Daniel quickly broke the silence, wrapping his arm around Mitch and telling him “Now listen you jacked motherfucker, you have some relaxing to do before our welcome home night of debauchery begins. Your room is down the hall to the left – go shower off that prison stink and holler at me when you’re done.” Mitch had just picked up his bag and started to make his way down the hallway before he felt a sharp sting on his ass. Daniel had given his ass the slap of the century and as Mitch quickly spun around to face his friend, laughing at Daniel being goofy Daniel, he was surprised to see the wild look on Daniel’s face. Daniel smiled at Mitch, winked and started to walk away from Mitch towards the kitchen without saying a word. As Mitch picked up his bags and started to make his way to his room again, he couldn’t help thinking that interaction was strange, different. That look on Daniel’s face – he hadn’t seen that before. And was that a boner in Daniel’s pants he caught a glimpse of as he was walking away? Couldn’t be. But was it?

I woke up with that full feeling in my belly and a moist hole with that unmistakable scent of marinating cum permeating my bedroom and there was no urge to release it. I was bred just a few hours earlier and I could tell by how deep the guy's cock had been inside me and how vigorous his spasms were that the amount of semen in my gut was copious. I wanted to savor it, but I had to go to work. As I walked to work, I thought of that huge dick that had been inside me and how satisfying it was that I could feel his seed deep in my rectum. We met on grindr and there was no talk of status or condoms. I wanted his dick and nut, and he wanted my hole. A few hundred yards outside my buildings I thought I was "passing wind" but instead I felt a huge amount of fluid exiting my anus. Panicking I headed right to the men's room, entered a stall and immediately undressed. I took my trousers off and unbelievably they were dry, but my boxers were soaked, and I could smell that the scent of the semen that had been marinating in my hole all night. I stuffed them in my mouth sucking as much of the glorious mix as my dick became rock hard. I used some of that fluid to lube my hard dick and within a minute I was shooting my cum into the already soaked shorts. I dressed, minus my cum soaked boxers, rolled them up, walked to my desk and stuffed them in my desk drawer. Every once in a while, during the day I would pull open the drawer and that scent would fill my cubicle.

Yeah, I was 14 and he was early 30s. I had been sucking his cock and swallowing his loads for weeks. One afternoon I went to his place and as usual I put my mouth round his cock and sucked him. He told me to suck on his fingers at get em wet. I did as I was told then he reached down behind me and I felt his hand on my arse and his fingers went inside me. He flipped me over and buried his face in my arse and tongue fucked my hole. I fucking loved it. Then I felt his hard cock pressing on my hole and he started pushing. I didn’t resist but I told him I wasn’t sure but he told me it was time and he wasn’t waiting any longer. he fully entered me and told me my hole felt amazing. I let him continue so he fucked me and shot his load up my arse. The first of many loads.

Good evening, sexpigs! My 33 yo Vietnamese pigson came over after work today. We hadn't played together in a while. We do turn each other's crank! He wanted to suck on daddy cock after our clothes came off. He loves to put 1, then 3, then more fingers up my ass as he's sucking. I'm stiff as a rock. When you're putting fingers up my ass, it doesn't take long for me to cum. One of my triggers. Well, he got a mouthful of cum which he swallowed and cleaned off my cock of all its cum. A good boy with sexual manners! Hehe... His finger did a good job of opening up my douched hole. He had on my back with legs in the air, sideways fucking, and on my tummy. He did settle by cumming in me with a 3-day load when I was on my stomach. This time I could feel him spurting in me. He lay on me for a minute. He felched out a little bit from my hole and fed it back to me. A huge load was deposited! I cleaned off his cummy cock to thank him. Afterwards, dinner was awaiting us at a local Vietnamese restaurant! Sex does burn off calories, but it does leave us hungry -- for food! OINK!

When I had a DOM that was arranging groups to fuck me, I learned to have a towel in my vehicle, so that I didnt get my seat soaked with cum as my wrecked hole leaking cum on the drive home.

Feels like there is a middle ground there as well. Warm up the pucker with your tongue and cock head for a bit to get it ready ... and then maybe a deep kiss and then muscle the hole the rest of the way as he squirms hard... all depends on the bottom, but I know at least a few that both loved and hated being muscled open a bit rougher than they'd *ask* for, but yet came back for more 😛

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Just got home from Steam after a spectacular finish to the night. I was having a lot of fun as a top, but couldn't get anyone to fuck me. There was quite a bit of activity, so I wasn't having trouble getting hard. My 1st load went into a short guy around my age who was obviously already full of cum. My 2nd load went into an older guy who I often kneel on the fuck bench next to, who wasn't having any luck getting fucked either. About midnight I decided to find 1 more hole and head home. There were 2 guys kneeling on the big bench in the maze, the one not getting fucked was a really tall skinny think who welcomed me into his already cummy hole, so it didn't take long before I added mine to it. By that time the 2nd bottom had left so I decided to take his spot and try just a few more minutes to get some dick in my hole. I very quickly had a cubbish guy with a huge dick offer it to be sucked. Once I got him hard he asked me if I wanted it, so of course I said yes, and was treated to an extremely hard 10 minutes pounding until he bred me. He pulled out and offered me his cock to clean up, so I got to strip the last of his tasty command lick his sweaty balls clean while the skinny twink, who I'm pretty sure took to loads while the cub was fucking and breeding me took a turn in my now cummy hole. After a few minutes he pulled out and offered my now loose hole to a black guy who was almost as big as the cub. He pulled out and skinny twink popped back in and fucked me for a few minutes this time breeding and letting me suck his cock and balls clean afterward. So by deciding to stay just a few more minutes I got fucked by 3 guys and was loaded by at least 2 of them.

He turns off his head lights and waits as a car pull up next to him, the guy he was going to hook up with and give him and his friend head. I open my door and he opens his he grabs my head and pushed his dick through his basketball shorts and I can smell his foreskin and balls his cock head his swelling and I pull his shorts down and my nostrils get slimy with the guys precum. He now engorged and I open my mouth wide and slobber all over his Nob. I feel his buddy’s hand slide down my pants and start finger me. He finds out I’m so wet with cum because I was fucked at school in the gym and I made me so horny I needed more. He pulls down my pants and turns me around I start sucking his cockmwhichnwas already poking out of his zipper and I feel a wet cock head stretching my cunt. I moan and his buddy just thrusts his cock further down my thoart I gag and cock on all the pre cum he’s leaking out. I can feel my hole being stretched to the max as the cock pushes in the girthiest base, I can feel so much presser on my prostate. The guy fucking me starts to pinche my nipples I can’t help but cum into my hands. Then I can feel the cock inside me bury deep and start throbbing as the guy nuts in my guts giving loud grunts finishing whimpering moan. His buddy make me lube his cock with the jizz in my hands and when his buddy pulls out with a slosh. He pulls me over and fucked me missionary until he shots his nut deep inside my guts. Going to sleep full with an ass full of semen is the best feeling

"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

I say go for it man! It would look hot! I don't know the name of this bottom....but he has one fucking sexy hole! Tats can make almost anything look hotter!

Had a good weekend. On Fri after work I hopped on sniffies and immediately had someone hitting me up. I went to his house and he had a couch setup in his garage to play on. I sucked him hard and lubed my ass with spit before bending over the couch for him. He stuffed it in and started fucking me nice and hard. At one point he said he didn't think he was going to come so I started encouraging him by telling him to fill my ass with his cum. This mustve did the trick to really turn him on as he started fucking even harder and within a min he started unloading in me. I got up and got dressed and as I was about to leave I asked if he could meet at that time all the time and he said no as his boyfriend was usually home then lol. I told him his boyfriend could join and he said he try to set it up, fingers crossed. Then sun I found an older daddy that I had sucked off before and invited him over to the house. He only wanted sucked is what he said but I figured I'd try to change his mind. He came in and I got on my knees and started sucking him and after a min he was nice and hard. He told me he wanted to fuck but wasn't sure he could stay hard so I told him the only way to know was to try. I got on my knees and spit lubed my ass and he worked himself in never once getting soft. He only lasted a min or two but he was pretty good and blew a huge load in me. He left and literally told me it was the hardest he's ever orgasmed so I'll take that compliment. Hopefully we can meet again. All in all a good weekend .

Fucking love feeling an alpha top piss in my hole and fuck me, all over my body or make me drink from the tap

Good ol’ fashion spit

They are a regular for a reason. You go back because they are a good fuck (hopefully). I look at randoms as a handshake. lol they may become regulars but for now it’s just a meet and greet with cum.

There seems to be many types of erotic massages. I've had a hand job and blow job as a happy ending but I want to go the next step. I saw a video where the massager got up on the table and worked his way forward as he lubed and worked the customer's hole. The he laid on top of the customer and started sliding his hard, bare cock back and forth in the bottom's crack until he finally got the head of his cock in. What an exciting way to begin a hot fuck. That's how I want my next message.

Especially if a top wants it. What's even better is being allowed to rim my top. Having his natural ass musk scent marking my face.

I let a couple lads 70s strip me off n spank my ass hard. Both used be teachers at my primary school.im 52 and they took interest in my ass id enjoy sex .met them at bar 5 yeats ago spoke lot about my ass and invited me to theirs. Stripped me off spanked n fingered me I sucked both n they fucked me good. I wear uniform have ready me and they lick me all over. Brought a lad I used to suck to join in he is hung n likes to watch n join in. Stayed over as sex good n plenty.id be their boy n they drain my balls.

Thank you guys! Sorry for the grammatical errors, I didn't really edit it and this was my first swing at this. I am working on part three now, stay tuned and I really hope you enjoy it! 🍆🍆😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Neg hole

I'm Neg, on prep and don't do drugs. I don't even drink or do poppers. I love how anal forces me to stay focused on who is breeding me. I prefer being submissive to being high. Even if it's a lot of stress I still enjoy it

man I miss this guy. Perfect anon mounter

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

My first ltr was with a dom top that used to share me. It started with three ways but evolved to me getting sent over to his buds house for him or a group to use me. This was the man I converted for so it felt natural to serve him this way. Since then I have had a few whore me out but usually stuck around to watch.

PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit “You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy. “Fuck yeah, Santa! Empty that sack!” I growled. I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass. With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts. A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out. Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again. This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late. But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down. After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his. After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds…. About 3 days as it turned out. And then just about every three or so days after. I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies. He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there. The previous time, he even joined in a little. He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick. But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth. It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type. I think we all know what my type is: daddies. Or more accurately- HUNG daddies. As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow? Think you can come back for another round?” “You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas? I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences. She thinks I’m on drugs. She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table. And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.” “Well, it’ll be worth it if you can. Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to? Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn. I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.” He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre. Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion. And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought. First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man. And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut. Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin. And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing. I’d never been with a black guy before-- I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl. Really just a handful of guys from my school. And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it? Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked. “I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again? Here?” “No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday. And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big? Well, Terry is in a different class. I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours! Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.” “Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes. “You better! Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!” When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again. While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie. I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later. I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom. Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me. Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day. I could barely focus at school at all. I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing. Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year. It was mostly movies and fun in the classes. Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup. I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone. Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall. So here I was… again. Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point. Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass? What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself. My mind was racing again, matching my heart. Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me? Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw? Is this really who I am? And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me? I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead. I have to admit… it was very close. I actually headed for the exit more than once. But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry. Wondering what he’d be like. Wondering how big his cock would be. Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas? And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me. Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot. It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual. I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly. “Come on in, kid,” Carl said. I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside. I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place. “Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen. And Carl just chuckled. “Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way. Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says. “Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly. But my guts clenched a little bit. Parole officer?? I looked at Carl questioningly. Carl seemed to know what I was thinking. “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint. We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys. Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly. “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out. It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again. It’s been too long.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you. This is just about having some fun.” “Ok,” I nodded. “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?” Carl smiled. “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo. You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole. So let’s get you warmed up some. Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little. I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl. Carl knew what I liked by now. He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater. He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access. And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him. When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled. God his cock was beautiful! I worshiped it every time we got together. Three hands worth, and uncut. And pretty meaty. And just… wow. It was amazing to behold. And to suck. I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers. I was getting better at taking him. I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often. But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now. Which he loved. “Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth! Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously. I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away. I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door. “That you, Terry?” Carl called out. “Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door. “Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.” I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry. The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside. Big Terry was, well… big. Very big. He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy. Like 280 maybe? But not really fat. No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat. And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well. He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair. Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth. He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered. He smirked. “So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh? Damn! He a little thing! Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low. “Terry, this is Kyle. Kyle? Terry.” I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry. I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly. “At least to start with. We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas. But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going. He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.” “Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Didn’t I tell you? Kid loves the cum deep.” “Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed. “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again. Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon. It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.” “Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in. And they both shared a laugh. Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me. I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively. I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl. He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark, hooded eyes. Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into. Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself. With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver. I started wondering how all this was all gonna work. Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director. Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry. After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees. He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently. As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.” Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions. I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer. He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body. I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and… O. Holy. Beercan. Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans. You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks. But Terry? It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles. And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot. Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end. And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat. Oh no, It was long, too. Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ. It arced down and away from his body. There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker! “Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root. The girth wasn’t human. My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it. Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater. “Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack. “Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered. “Naw. She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it. You ain’t gonna run now, are ya? Carl said you can take it all. Like all dat prison ass. Bitches in there would take it all… eventually. Hell, there was even this one guard….” “Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass. “Yeah, Brad. That fucker… Jesus. I miss that ass. That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock” Great. So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy. I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably.. The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused. He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive. I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat. But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer. As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock. It jumped appreciatively. With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head. Let me just say—sucking him was impossible. Absolutely fucking impossible. He was just too damn thick. I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw. I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it. I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him. And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it. So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head. That being said, I gave it the ol college try. I did what I could. Slurped and sucked. Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it. Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity. “Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled. Carl didn’t need any more prompting. He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror. “What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire. “Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric. He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.” And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort. “He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand. I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready. “What’s the silver can?” I asked. “Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said. “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you. They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.” I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass. Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers. I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in. Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend! I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness. After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream. Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue. He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt. So. Fucking. Amazing. When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy. I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep. I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness. I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true. I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick. Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me. I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me. It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance. Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass! Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole. Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching. And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger. And then another. Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious. I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on. “Fuck yeah! Get that pussy ready for me! You ready for dis meat, bud? You want dis big black cock? You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?” All I could do was nod. “Ok, Terry. I think I got him about as open as I can. Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.” “We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!” I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me. God I felt so empty! And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry. Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me. “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it. He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more pumps of lube. “Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said. I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack. It felt like a fist back there. I looked at Carl, confused. He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap. Then he handed it back to me. “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.” I did like he said. At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell. But then… whoa. Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred. I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.” And Terry started to enter me. JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!! Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him. To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things. He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again. Slowly. Back and forth. Easing it a bit further each time. It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion. I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate. Yes it hurt. Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell. But it was also going in. I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it. Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him. His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped. Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go. But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon. He started to slow fuck me—right there. Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring. Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole. Slowly working it. Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth. To that big head. “Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said. Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply. I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring. “Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me. All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt. The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable. I was so full. So stretched. So fucking turned on! I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! OH!” every time Terry bottomed out. It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze. “Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately. “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!” What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk. I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth. I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole. I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus. And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick. Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass. He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter. And I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl. “Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded. “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry. He loves a cummy cunt.” Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees. And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl. And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me. After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake. In fact, it felt fucking incredible. All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain. It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me. Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face. I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly. “Fuck boy! Here cums a big gift!” I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before. Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously. “There you go, Terry. Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!” Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants. Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely. “Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded. I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop. The pain and pleasure of it were glorious. “DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool. I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him. I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick. Grinding down. Sliding up and down fast. Working just the head. Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load. Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me. I felt his hands on my hips again. He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick. He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole. I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong. Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me. I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me. With a gasp I started unloading my balls. Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere. Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere. After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess. My orgasm triggered Terry. “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard. I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me. Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt . And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me. I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal. After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over. “Shit, Carl. Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed. “I fuckin told you. It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said. Terry nodded in agreement. “Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted. Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly. “Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.” He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me. After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout. His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me. “Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit. My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly. Slowly we all got dressed. Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home. He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped. Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together. I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well. As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.” And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village.. Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year.. Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again. I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home. Epilogue: It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass! And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts? Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive. A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

Here's another example of a biohazard tat centered on the asshole.

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

I dont post very often but ive been so damn horny as of late and keep having the same fantasy so i figures id try my hand at writing a story This is just a story but damn do I wish I could make it true. So me and my husband are pretty open sexually. We often bring people into the bedroom (both tops and bottoms). About a year ago I've been in a very strong bottom mood and have been wanting to do more and more, and with our Thanksgiving trip coming up we decided to have some out of town fun and push my limits as a bottom. Fast forward to our trip, my husband asks me if I'm still wanting to push my limits, I agree. So we decide to look for tops to gangbang me in our hotel room. We make a post on sniffies for a pump and dump he adds pictures of my hole dripping his load to get attention, but he gets a little nervous about me taking so many anon loads so he makes sure to say that condoms are a must. We both look around for guys to add making sure they know they can't fuck raw. We get to our hotel room and I go to shower and prep for the night, I still keep checking to see if there's any new requests. Thats when I see a message from "rawdaddytop". He sends over some pics of a beautiful thick cock with a big PA piercing. Tells me he loves to breed sloppy holes. This makes me rock hard, I respond back saying how hot he is and that I never took a PA before. I also tell him the hubby doesn't want anyone breeding me but him. It took him a few minutes to respond and I thought I may have scared him off, but he responds with "I normally only fuck raw but I'll bring a condom special for that ass" this makes me so horny and I send him a request to join. He says "I'll join but since I have to use a condom I want your hole sloppy, I'll only fuck you after your hubby breeds you but I wanna watch, and fuck you right after. I also want your hands cuffed and for you to wear a ball gag" I don't see the harm in this so I agree and finishing prepping. Later that night I set up a bowl of condoms on the nightstand with a bottle of lube. We set up the event so that guys will come one at a time. I posted the room number and got in position. The hubby starting me off getting me lubed and open by fucking me while we wait, telling me how much of a whore I am for doing this. Then we had out first knock on the door, the hubby let him in I just lay there waiting I hear him unbuckle and feel him add lube to my hole, and quickly enter me before the hubby even finished propping the door open. He starts fucking me fast and hard, calling me a whore telling me to take his dick. He keeps Jack hammering me until he shoves himself balls deep. "Fuck you feel amazing, trying not to blow into you too soon". The hubby must of heard that because he got up to watch the fuck and saw he never put on a rubber. My hubby quickly told him he needs to put on a rubber. He pulls out and a swear I can feel something running down my balls, i hear him tear open the rubber and put it on and tell my husband "sorry I saw that pic of his sloppy hole and thought he wanted it raw". He enters me again and started to really pound my hole. He goes on for another 5 min or so before another guy walks in, he gives me a few deep thrusts and I hear him grunting before he pull out, slaps my ass pulls off the condom and throws it next to me, and leaves. The second guy already wrapped and lubing himself. I take what must have been 8-10 guys before the room was finally empty again, I lay there exhausted but also still wanting to get fucked. The hubby slides into me easy telling my how slick and open my ass is, how much lube was in my ass. We both must have been really enjoying the fuck because neither of us heard my last fucker walk in. The hubby starts long dicking my hole getting really into it. "Yeah fucking breed his hole, get him nice and ready for me" the hubby clearly startled just responded by fucking me harder "fuckkkk here it comes, take my load baby" he shoves into me deep breeding me hard, I feel rope after rope shooting into me. "Fuck I needed that" he said as he rolls off of me laying exhausted next to me. "Fucking hot, now it's my turn, hands behind your back boy." I realized then it was "rawdaddytop" I put my hands behind my back he reaches over to cuff me and I can feel his PA touching my hole. "Alright next is the ball gag" he reaches over to gag me and I feel his head pop in my hole and let out a little moan. The hubby who now regained his breath was getting hard again at the sight of me restrained and gagged. "You wanna watch me fuck your bitch or would you wanna fuck one of mine?" Me and the hubby both confused, but with me not being able to question anything with the ball gag in my mouth. "Your bitch? What do you mean" "I had my bottom bitch drive me here, gave him a fat load since I can't fuck this one raw" "Fuckkkk you don't care if I breed him?" "No he's nothing but a fuck hole, breed him deep so he's nice and lubed for me and the boys later" "Fuck that's hot well I don't see the harm in it, besides you'll be using my boy so it's only fair. But you still have to use a condom." "Thats fine by me besides I'm already wrapped and lubed see?" After a pause I hear my hubby say to send him up, that they could get fucked together on the bed. "Rawdaddytop" was on his phone texting and said "He's on his way up now, but doesn't like seeing another bottom getting fucked, you down to fuck him in the bathroom?" The hubby was quite for a second "Don't worry I'll take good care of your boy here, you can come back and join us when you finish up" "Okay fine but condoms are a must" "You won't get any complaints from me" I hear the door open and shut and hear "rawdaddytop" tell say "Be a good boy and take care of him, make sure to take your time and make him feel good and you'll get a nice reward" With that they dissapeared into the bathroom. I was in complete shock, is he really going to leave me alone with this guy? We always play together and I'm laying here ass up hands bound, ball gagged with this big thick daddy behind me with a raging hard on and PA piercing. "Mmm good now I have this ass all to myself, have you been a good boy? How many loads have you taken?" I couldn't answer due to the gag but shook my head no. "Aww come on don't lie to daddy, I know you took at least one load." I was very confused thinking back on each guy that fucked me, then it clicked the very first guy. Did he breed me in that short amount of time he was raw? Before I could even finish the thought I felt daddy start pushing into my hole. "Mmmm and here's load #2 boi, open up for daddy" I start fighting the restraints confused, I thought he was using a rubber what does he mean "Your dumb ass husband was too busy thinking about the twink I brought him he didn't even notice the condom I put on was from the used pile you had here, I just flipped it inside out, lubing your ass up with some more anon cum" I started really fighting against him and managed to break free, but he just got mad held me down and said that I need to learn to be a good hole. He grabbed another rubber and I felt him shuving it up my hole "Your gonna learn to be a good little cum hole tonight, we're gonna start by teaching you not to waste cum, we're gonna fuck each one of these condoms into you" We? What does he mean? My husband won't agree to that. I heard the door open and close again "Alright we gotta be fast his husband's in the bathroom fucking that twink we found" Part 2 coming . . .

I prefer random anonymous cock, loads, or holes to breed. The more sperm spread among us the more dna mixing that can be achieved.

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Sorry that it´s taking a little longer these days, but no worries, I´ll do some more chapters! 😜😈 Chapter 15 Before I could say anything, Jamal hit the pipe again and shotgunned me. His warm, wet lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, the smoke in my lungs and his hands one me… fuck, how many times I had thought about this during the last week, desperately wanting to jack off to the fantasy and then looking forward to today even more. When Jamal pulled away and told me to breathe out, I realized that I had been holding the smoke for quite a while and already felt its effect on my brain. The next two shotguns made the feelings awaken all over my body and when Jamal coached me through my next his alone, he made me hold it in with his hand over my face and I loved it. I was deep in his fangs again. And I was willing to go deeper still. When I exhaled, a large cloud surrounded us and Jamal told me, how hot it looked, seeing me like this. My skin was tingling already and I just nodded, before I threw myself at him, touching his muscular chest, sucking his nippels and one hand wandering down towards the obscene bulge in his shorts. Yes, he had me, but I was now a willing participant and I wanted to show some initiative. “Ohh fuck baby! Seems like cage and pipe wear away your defenses quite well, hm? Didn´t think you would be such an eager slut already, but I´m not complaining… Ouch!” he suddenly shouted, because I had bitten down a little on his nipple. He immediately grabbed me by my hair, lightly slapped me with his free hand and stared into my eyes. “I like a bitch that is eager and takes his role willingly. But you will never again do something you´re not sure I will like, or I will make you miserable during our sessions. Did you understand me?!” I was in shock and in a little pain and quickly nodded, realizing I had been carried a little away in my newfound enthusiasm and boldness. Well, so much about that… But I had little time to think, because Jamal quickly pulled down his trousers and pushed my head towards hic cock, against my quickly opening lips and halfway down my throat. I was gagging, surprised by his fast moves. “You will do as I want, Jake. And no complaining for a little roughness, when you just clearly overstepped your boundaries, okay? Otherwise Ill have to really punish you. And we wouldn´t want that… Or do we?” He added, pushing me down even further. I tried to answer, but I couldn´t, because he was already blocking my airway. So I tried to shake my head, but was barely able to, with his grip on me. “I asked you a question!” he said. I struggled a bit, but then let loose and concentrated on making his cock feel good. I had wanted to do this all week, after all. That’s when Jamal pulled me up again and I could finally say: “No, I will…” I gulped, taking another breath. “I will do as you say and don´t want to be punished. Please.” I meekly added. I wasn´t sure what punishment would involve, but probably pain. And I might not have the chance to play with his cock after this, enjoy this beautiful man´s body and… and that frightened me. “Please let me show you.” I stated, looking into his eyes. He started grinning again, laid back and I started my deed on his cock. Jamal let me deepthroat him for a while and really worship his cock and balls, all while I was on my knees. At some point, he stripped me down to my jock and started playing with my ass, fingering me with some lube. I loved this position, hearing the porn play behind me and servicing his beautiful cock. But then he pulled me up and positioned me on the sofa on my back, pishing my legs up over his shoulders in one motion. “Ehrm”, I started, unsure “I don´t know if I´m relaxed enough yet and…” “Shut up Jakey.” He answered. Not aggressively, just clear. “You have been waiting for this all week, haven´t you? Your hole wants this cock inside and it won´t resist much. You´re made to do this and you will. Don´t struggle, relax into it and you´ll be fine. You will let me bury my cock in you, just as last time. Understood?” I looked at him with big eyes, gulped and nodded. What could I say? No? Certainly not! For… many reasons. When he saw I agreed, he pushed the poppers from the table into my hands and told me to inhale four big breaths. While I did, he heated up the pipe again. When I exhaled my last breath, he shotgunned me and made out with me. It all his me like a truck. That first his of poppers is always strong. Four, along with him on top of me, kissing me and… The pressure on my hole build and I moaned into his mouth, but after a moment, my hole gave way and I felt him sink in several inches. Fuck! Really?! “See?” he said, ginning, while slowly pushing his dick just a little out and then in again. “I told you, that your hole waited for this!” My hole obviously had, as did my head. Fantasies flooded me, but my hole still somewhat spasmed around his cock, not used to this gigantic intrusion. But popper still filled my head and I didn´t even try to answer anything coherent, so I just gave in and tried to open up for him to penetrate me further. When I came out of my poppers high, I noticed that he could fuck me deeper already. And I realized, that there had been a strange, metallic sound a few seconds ago that I couldn´t place, but that made me alert somehow. When I started to look around, I heard a voice saying: “Ohh fuck yes! Looks like you got even further this time before I could make it!” and Taron walked out of the shadowy hallway into the room.

Also into grandpa porn - nothing better than being fucked by a 60, 70 or 80 year old!!!! And they are great fucks, because they enjoy fucking you RAW and Natural and filling my pig ass with their sperm!!!!

Mine!

Too many flakes and weirdos when you're trying to find random. Too many no-shows. If I clean out my ass you'd better fuckin be here, and on time. And you never know if what you're going to get is quality breeding. I keep a small circle of regulars that always deliver quality breeding. A couple of them are good for three or four loads in an afternoon if we've got time to hang out for a few hours and not just pull a quickie. You get to build chemistry. My regulars know what I like. When you get a few regulars who know each other and are friendly you can plan on two or three guys coming over to spend the afternoon pumping cum up your chute. Plus it's more chill with regulars. I love being on my back with a good buddy slow edging in my guts, spit for lube, hole raw and torn because this is his third time in me that afternoon, sniffing the stiff, musky jock he wore mowing the lawn the other day and brought with him because he knows that's my freak. You don't get that with a random on Sniffies or Grindr.

I’m a bottom so my cock is not my focus…my orgasms are in my hole.. total assgasms! I have a good size cock but I love wearing either my jock or my cock locked up so that the focus is on my hole for a Top to use 💦💦💦

Some tops soletiles want to switch but I’m a 200% bottom and I really can’t use my big cick to fuck anyone. Never done this. So yes, no cock would be a better option for me. My balks are used to hang me by in the sling for example, ot to hurt me so they have a reason to hang between my legs…

Oh I agree fully with you there. But I’d rather protect our lifestyle then let the government criminalize it

I know plenty of high schoolers who could easily save up $100 from a single paycheck. $1,000 would take a few weeks, perhaps a few months, but it's still not out of range. Secondly, a LOT of porn consumers are not about to go down to their post office with ID and demonstrate to the government that they're purchasing porn. Aside from the general privacy issues involved, who's to say the government wouldn't keep a record of all such transactions, and if later these flash sticks are de-legalized, going after those who have them? Add in that many modern internet devices, including most tablets and phones, can't use flash drives. Most importantly, this is a solution to a problem that doesn't really exist.

Hottest thread I ever read… I’m not disciplined enough to cage myself for more then a day* I dream of a alpha seeing to my long term incagement and shrinking… literally his to mold as it suits him feminize hormones whatever or take my balls and clitty… *had the Bluetooth cage that was the best fitting and comfortable I’ve ever had and the plastic snapped at the ring from normal wear in the 1st week and a replacement had the lock mechanism quit 1st week as well

Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake

***I actually stole my own idea and incorporated it into this part of the story. I have an entirely other story that I wrote months ago (yet to be posted) about a construction crew. To be added sometime soon*** CHAPTER THREE Pat and I resumed our fucking like animals after that session at the book store just because it felt fucking good, and if I happen to already be infected, then his chances increased. But it was more about the fuck until a few weeks later when I went to get tested. I hadn’t experienced any sort of symptoms, but that’s not always an indicator. And shockingly my tests came back negative. I couldn’t fathom how that was possible after all of the furious pounding I took that night. Pat could see the disappointment on my face as soon as I walked back into the apartment. “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “Still negative,” I sighed. “I guess it doesn’t matter either way. We’re still fucking, right? And if you want other guys to fuck you, go right ahead. It will get done sooner or later.” His words were encouraging, and he’d never told me to let other guys breed me other than when he was with me, but I guess he was giving me the green light to amp up my efforts. We continued to peruse stories on Breeding Zone in the hopes of getting some more good ideas that might tip things in our favor. After all, we’d only done one gang fuck. And sure, lots of those guys said they are poz, but they might have been undetectable. Well, not all of them, but some of them must have been. And there is the possibility that some of them said they were poz just to get in line to fuck me -Pat had said ‘Poz guys to the front of the line’. Anyway, it’s not like we were going to quit pigging out just because we finally convert. If anything, we were hoping to open ourselves up to even more depravity. “How was your day?” I asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him with a glass of wine. “Weird,” he replied, frowning. “Word has spread to the crew that I left my wife . . . for a man.” “Uh-oh. Are they giving you shit?” I asked, worried that he might find himself in a situation where he might be outnumbered by a bunch of homophobic assholes. “A couple of the guys gave me some strange looks at first, but a few of the others kind of broke the ice during lunch.” He stretched out his legs and put his feet up on the coffee table and his arm went back and over my shoulders, holding me closer to him. “They started asking me why I left her, and then why I decided on guys.” “What did you tell them?” We’d never really discussed what went through his mind during that time. All we knew is that I sort of seduced him and drew him into my wicked web of sex games. Kidding. Sort of. “I kept it basic. Told them she was a bitch who only wanted to shop and never put out.” “What did you tell them about me?” This I had to hear. Pat chuckled a little before replying. “You might enjoy this. Or get pissed at me.” “Spit it out,” I urged. “I told them that you were a whore for dick, and couldn’t get enough of mine,” he said quickly, sounding worried that I might freak that he’d told a bunch of strangers that I was a whore. “Sounds about right,” I murmured into my wine glass before taking a mouthful. “Did they leave you alone after that?” “Hell no. The questions kept coming. How much sex? Any weird places? Did I let other guys fuck you? On and on. I didn’t say anything about us trying to get pozzed, but I told them that you got gangbanged at the book store a few weeks ago. That got their attention quick,” he laughed. “In what way?” “Honestly, even though I know that most of those guys are straighter than straight, they all had tents in their pants when I was telling them about you.” “Haha, I’ve never been nailed by an entire construction crew,” I joked, taking another swig of wine. “Yeah, that’s the thing. I think they might want to try,” he told me reticently. “I never knew how some guys just like to fuck, no matter where their dick goes. So even though a lot of them are married and don’t have evil wives like I did, they still need more sex than they are getting.” I sat back a little so that I could look directly at him. “Are you serious? Do you really want to have another gangbang with your entire crew?” As much as I always loved the idea of my man pimping me out, my mind was still spinning with this scenario. It was also taking us off track from our goal of getting infected. Still, who in their right mind would turn down an entire construction crew of red blooded, virile, buff studs? So, naturally, I was getting seriously aroused and my mind slowed it’s roll. “Only if you want to,” Pat told me. “Do you want me to?” I asked him sternly. If he was concerned about how it would reflect on him at work, I would never risk it. I certainly wasn’t lacking for dick. Pat shrugged his wide, muscular shoulders. “I think so? I never had to think of this stuff before I met you. But I do love to watch you take dick,” he concluded, and the tent in his own pants filled in any other blanks there might be. After he fucked me right there on the sofa and dumped a nice big load into my ass, he sat there with his phone texting some of the crew, spreading the word that we were having a gangbang at his hotel room this weekend. And he made sure that they all knew that condoms were not allowed. “I told them all that you’re a cumwhore -that’s what one of the guys at the book store called you and I definitely think it fits,” he told me. “Mmm,” I growled, “You know how much I love it when you call me names,” I said, climbing back into his lap and freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his pants once again. As his stiff cock slid back into my cummy hole, Pat’s hands held me firmly, guiding me up and down in a slow and pleasurable fuck. “I like the reaction you get from it, but you know I would never hurt you, right?” he asked me. "And you mean a lot more to me than just a place to put my dick." “I know,” I panted, still bouncing up and down on him, varying my ride from short and quick to longer full-dick-length strokes. “And lets keep the poz-chasing between us. I don’t think any of the guys I invited have any diseases and we don’t want to scare them off before you get all of their cum,” he said, grinning evilly. After I rode him for a few minutes he also said, “And depending on how strenuous the gangbang is, maybe we’ll have some poz guy over after they’re all done with you.” That got my heartbeat racing and I slammed myself up and down on him harder than ever, desperate to feel him spraying my insides with his stud seed. With his hands gripping me tightly, he pulled me down hard, burying his cock balls-deep in me. His head fell back and a growl ripped from his chest as his balls fired off inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him as he continued to drain inside me. My own cock was still hard and throbbing, but I honestly didn’t care about it. I was already planning how I could take on the entire construction crew and get some poz dick afterwards.