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The Third Day of Christmas After two incredible life-changing (and life-affirming) fucks the last two days, I wanted to put more effort into preparing for our time alone at home and use the bed to its full advantage. Plus, I thought a little romance might be nice for the two of us, since we both had more or less admitted that we had a thing going on. The rest of Boxing Day I had spent in a contented haze, enjoying the feeling of being in love and knowing that someone wanted me out in the world. Everyone commented on my contentment. I floated through our movie night and when it came time for bed spent a couple of hours getting my room setup before I fell asleep, tossing and turning in excitement for the next day. * * * * * When morning finally came around, there was the usual hectic hubbub as my parents and siblings scrambled to get ready to leave. I decided to not bother with getting dressed in real clothes, and instead just threw a bathrobe on over my underwear to make it down for a bite of breakfast. My bowl of cereal and I took up residence on the couch to catch up on the news while I waited to hear from Chett about his plans. I didn’t have long to wait when a text message came through at 8:30: I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR ME! I’LL BE OVER IN ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES. I responded with a string of emojis and finished slurping down my cereal and returned the bowl to the kitchen. Headed back to my bedroom, I shut the blinds, lit a few candles, and checked that the room was picked up and clean. My heart was hammering in my chest (more from excitement than nerves at this point) when the doorbell rang and I went down the stairs to let Chett in. Throwing open the door, I did’t have time to react before Chett was through the doorway, door slammed back into its frame, and I was picked up and pinned to the wall. Our passionate kissing was like a fire I couldn’t put out, and I wanted to melt and just share the same space as him always. When Chett pulled away and my feet touched the floor again, I looked up and saw a burning need in his eyes — a look that if he couldn’t have me he wouldn’t make it. I gently reached out, took his hand and led him through to my bedroom. He paused to take everything in. I had the candles burning, had made my bed with a couple of the throw pillows my mom had given me that I almost never used, included some snacks and drinks for us, and tried to make an effort to keep the place tidy. While I hadn’t meant to put the brakes on our sex life, I could see that Chett wanted to take in a part of my life he had never seen. Quietly walking over to my bookcases, he ran his fingers over the spines of musical scores and books on psychology. “I knew you were a nerd, but I had no idea you were this cool.” How he managed to say that without sarcasm or irony I will never know, but when he turned to me I could see that he meant it. I reached out to snag his hand in mine and led him back to the bed. “You are welcome to investigate my room whenever you would like, but right now I have something I need from you.” I opened the front of my robe and fell backwards onto my bed. Chett’s intensity came back in a rush, and he had stripped down to his underwear faster than I would have thought possible. I heard my breath hitch as he slowly worked his hands up over my feet, caressing my calves and thighs until they stopped just below where my boxer briefs met my legs. Breathing was already difficult before he leaned down and kissed me around my bellybutton and slowly lowered himself onto the bed between my legs. Keeping me on edge, Chett worked his lips and tongue all over my torso and chest. I could feel the hair on my body stand up as his tongue and lips caressed my nipples and traced a line between my ribs all the way up to my neck. I leaned down to meet his lips with mine, but he gave me a maniacal look as he pulled away. “Not yet, you have to earn a kiss from me.” His grinning face disappeared back down to my belly. I could feel his teeth getting involved in my torso and when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and began teasing them down my legs. My light treasure trail began to be exposed as he slowly worked my cock free. I was hard, straining the elastic band of my boxer briefs as he pulled them slowly southward, allowing the fabric to rub roughly against my shaft. He stopped halfway down my penis and transferred his hands to my ass, grabbing the fabric at the back and slowly pulling the waistband over my cheeks and caressing the skin before returning to the front and continuing the slow reveal. When he finally got to the head of my penis, he let my dick fly back and hit my abs while he pulled my underwear the rest of the way down. The slow teasing nature of his ministrations had me feeling revved up and ready for whatever adventure he had planned, and I was ready for him to throw my legs over my ears and pound me into the mattress. Instead, he returned to his position between my legs and slowly licked up my balls and shaft until he met the head of my penis and began lapping at the underside of my frenulum. My senses went into overdrive as he continued to run his tongue around and around the head while I squirmed beneath him. “How the. . . FUCK. . . did you learn. . . mmmh. . . how to do that?” Meeting my eyes and pulling his mouth away from my crotch, he simply responded, “practice makes perfect.” With those words, he dove back onto my penis, sucking the head and first couple of inches into his mouth. My back flew into an arch as my nerve endings experienced a sensation I didn’t know was humanly possible. I was breathless as the warm, wet sensation of Chett’s mouth enveloped my cock head and his tongue gently probed my piss slit. He continued to lick, moving his head around and applying suction to further stimulate my dick. What I always had thought of as a way of relieving waste had taken over my life as the things that gave me the most pleasure. Chett’s talented mouth and tongue continued their work, moving lower and lower down my penis as I began to probe the depths of his throat. I couldn’t control the noises I was making, and when he started stroking and pinching my nipples it was all over. The orgasm rose so quickly I didn’t have time to warn him before I was emptying my balls deep down his throat. Chett let out a guttural moan of pleasure which only further stimulated my dick, and I was reduced to a quivering puddle on my bed. Before I could do much recovery, Chett let my penis slither out of is mouth and plop wetly onto my abs before coming up to kiss me deeply, only the barest hint of saltiness to show I was there before. “You better not think that you are done. . . I will always be happy to get you off, but you need to be ready to return the favor.” An evil smile spread across his face as he pressed into me. His pierced dick felt slick as he probed my ass to find his home. I knew he must have been excited if he produced that much precum. “Take a deep breath for me.” I breathed in deeply and held it, staring through his eyes into his soul. I saw a dark glint before he commanded, “release.” The breath I had taken came out in one great “whoosh” as he planted his cock deep into my ass with one go. I must have cried out in pain, because the dark glint in his eyes was replaced by a look of genuine concern for a moment. The searing pain that I felt when he entered me dry was replaced by a longing ache to be used and filled. “Don’t stop, fuck me like you mean it.” Chett didn’t hesitate. He began pile driving his cock into my prostate with a ferocity I hadn’t seen so far in any of our animalistic fucking we had done the last couple of days. I felt every thrust as if it were a divine gift. Every subtle movement of his body felt and reacted to. Cursing, sweating me, switching between feeling the deep physical satisfaction of having sex with this man somehow magnified into an all-consuming heat by the love that I felt for him. . . I wanted us to never stop. “You have no idea how destroyed I am making you right now.” Chett kept driving into me like a god who couldn’t stop. “You are never going to be able to go back to who you were before this.” “I don’t want to.” I was screaming from being absolutely wrecked. “I want to be this way forever. I want to be yours forever.” What looked like a tear fell out of his eyes and splattered against my cheek as his now-familiar growing and shuddering warned me of an impending orgasm. His final thrust nearly tore me in half as he marked my insides as belonging to him. Each cord on his neck standing out, each muscle tense. It was like watching a thoroughbred winning a race — utterly captivating. It was only after he pulled out of me that my emotions got the better of me and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Chett’s face changed in an instant from utter satisfaction to the deepest worry and concern. “Jordy, what’s wrong?” His arms snaked around me and he kept his weight on top of me like the world’s most secure weighted blanket. “I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am just feeling all these emotions I can’t explain and I don’t understand. And because I have felt how good this is physically, I don’t think I could ever be with someone else.” Chett grabbed me tighter. I could still feel his softening dick in my ass, but felt that this was even more intimate than the experience we just finished. “I don’t know how to say this, but you have destroyed me forever.” My shuddering sobs slowed for a moment. Sensing my disbelief he continued, “It is true; I will admit I have more experience having sex than you do, but I have never felt like this before. I think it is because I care about you more deeply than a hookup or a friend. You are a person that I want to see succeed and get everything you want. Anything I have the power to give, I will. I want you to be successful and happy. And while I want to be a part of giving you success and happiness, I also want to share every possible connection with you.” I let out an hysterical half sob/half laugh. “And for the record, yes, I love you.” That was enough of a sock to get me to sit up and take notice. “You love me?” Chett’s confident grin returned, “are you going to tell me that you don’t feel the same way?” I knew he was right. Without having to search my heart, I knew that he was going to be correct and I was going to have to come to terms with the fact that I had been in love with him for years, just unable to get anything moving on that front. I pulled his face to mine for a deep kiss and we cuddled as his dick finally slipped out of my ass. After an hour of us just being content sharing space with each other, I asked, “what are your plans for tomorrow? I would love it if you could stay here, but I have to get my room cleaned up and aired out. . . I’m pretty sure this smells like men and sex in here.” I blushed a bit at the thought of being caught by a sibling or my parents. “I was planning on taking a couple of days out of town to do some hiking or something. Why?” The disappointment rolling over me was on my face before I could stop it. “Oh, well, that sounds like it will be fun for you.” Chett didn’t hesitate when asking, “do you wanna go with me? My folks have a little cabin about an hour away. We could stay up there for a couple of days, just the two of us.” I shivered against him. “Only if you’re sure I won’t be in the way.” Chett kissed my earlobe, “You are never in the way. Consider anything that I do, anywhere I go for you to always feel free to join me.” I smiled and acknowledged his generosity. “I appreciate that offer, and I hope you know I am an open book and would love to spend time with you, but I also know that we need our space, too. This is all new to me, but with you being in college and me being stuck in this place for another few months, I want to make sure that you have the freedom to do what you want and be with your friends.” He nodded and gave me a squeeze. “You’re right. But I would love it if you would be able to join me in New York once you finish school. I know this is very early to be saying this, but it would be fun to room together and keep this up if you’re down.” I had been thinking the same thing all day but didn’t want to voice my hopes in case he wasn’t that serious. “We should definitely talk about that.” Before he could reply, I heard the front door slam and my mom’s voice floating up the stairs, “Hey Jordy, I got home early and thought we might be able to go out and take a look at some new shoes for you while you’re home.” My eyes flew wide in panic. “Shit-fucker! We have to get you out of here!” Chett sprang up off the bed with a silent giggle while he collected his clothes and threw everything back on. “Don’t worry about me. But get permission to head to the cabin for a few days. I think we will have a great time.” I wiped my leaking ass with a nearby pair of underwear and started rummaging around my drawers to find clothes to throw on and not look like I had been having the fuck of my life before being interrupted by my mother. “Yeah, consider it done.” Chett pulled me into him with one leg in a pair of jeans for a kiss before letting me go staggering back onto the bed while he opened the window. “What the fuck are you doing Chett?” “I don’t want to walk past your mom!” “I’ll go distract her, just be quiet closing the door.” I was rewarded with one more kiss as I went to do battle with my mother to allow my lover to escape unnoticed. It was only when I got back up to my bedroom after shopping and dinner with my mom that I noticed Chett had left his underwear on my bed and mine were mysteriously absent.

I'm not good at figuring out how to end a story but here's my attempt! Sorry for the wait! Part 2 I hear the shower in the bathroom turn on. Great I think to myself, even if I scream into the gag he won't hear me. "Told you he has a nice ass, and to think my loads been getting churned all night" "Hell yeah, you did good to get this hole nice a lubed" There was no denying it, that was the voice of the first guy "Yeah I was edging all day so I busted a fat ass load into him before they could even check for a rubber" "Haha dumb slut probably thought it was lube, well he wouldn't be wrong it's the best lube there is" I hear a snap, and feel that cold piercing resting at my hole "Had to bust the rubber incase your hubby finishes before us, we can just tell him we didn't notice" He starts Jack hammering into me I can feel the cum dripping down my balls with each thrust. "Gotta give you as many loads as we can make an absolute mess of your hole" "Yeah fucking take this dick, fucking whore here it cums baby, gonna make you mine . . . Fuckkkkkkk" I can feel shot after shot hitting me deep. I try to fight him off sobbing into the restraints "Easy there, it'll get easier cum makes taking cock so much easier" I felt him shift his weight and get off the bed, just to be replaced my another guy. "Here don't forget the condom, they only play safe remember" He gave his friend the same used broken condom that he just rolled down to the base like a cockring. I hear the door open. And can head a couple voices. "This where the cumdump is?" "Hell yeah, the little slut is trying to see how much cum he can get" "I'll be back, I'm gonna take a leak" I couldn't focus on what he was doing due to the attack on my ass "Yeah that's it, it's like your ass is sucking me in!" "Going to give you another load for being such a good cum slut. Fuck here it comes" He slammed balls deep and I could feel shot after shot shooting in my hole. "Thats it baby, fuck your pussy is so messy" "Fuck he really is a cumslut" The next guy mounted my ass He wasn't huge but from what I felt he was thick with a big mushroom head "Fuckkkkk this ass feels amazing" "I saw your add on bbrt and im surprised you're real" "Slut made an add to take some stealth loads without his husband knowing, bound, blindfolded and ass up" "Wish he could see the slut you really are. How many loads do you have?" Bbrt? What is that? I never made an add? The man starts hate fucking my hole hard slamming balls deep telling me to take it. It's just all to much and I pass out. When I come to a min later I can still feel my hole being used and feel a wet rag by my face idk what it's wet with but it makes my head foggy and hard to focus. I hear some more grunting and pass out again. Some time later I wake again still being used as a cumdump except the room sounds full. I hear "rawdaddytop" "Ahhh your awake boy, hope you don't mind but I invited some guys to use your hole. Don't worry they're still using a condom" I hear another guy watching "Fuck yeah breed his ass deep" I wonder where my husband is and almost like he could read my mind rawdaddytop whispered in my ear "I smoked your husband out and he's passed out in the bathroom, but don't worry, it's your hole we want" This freaked me out, my husband was passed out in the bathroom while I was being gangraped and breed. He said they only want my hole so at least he's okay. I had no idea that daddy not only smoked him out but drugged him, bent him over the tub and already fucked a load into the hubby and that if he was prepped he would be getting his ass gang raped too They continued to fuck and rape my hole must have been at least 15-20 guys throughout the night I lost track when i started to pass out. My hole was so used and wet that there was no way to resist or stop them. I stopped fighting it and just accepted it. I was nothing but a cumhole. The sun was starting to come up. The room was clearing out. I was laying in a puddle of cum, my ass still being used. "Fuck he's such a whore, look at how much cum he took" I tried to look around but I was still blindfolded "Good morning princess" Rawdaddytop was still there "Just a couple more loads and your done, congrats on being such a good cumdump, sure you got a few gifts from the experience " "Fuckkkkk I'm Cumming again" I could feel his dick twitch and pulse "Fuck I love conversion parties, welcome to the club boy" Club? Does he mean cumdump club? Why would anyone leave me gifts? "Let's get you cleaned up before I breed you again" He started cleaning my ass/back and legs of all the cum that leaked out of me. He was making it look like nothing ever happened. "Can't have him knowing what we did now can we, this will be our little secret right?" I shook my head refusing to agree with him. "Well I'm sure you will" I felt him position himself ontop of me and slide in with ease. He may have cleaned around my ass but I was still full of cum. "Fuck I can't get enough of a well used ass" "Listen your hubby should be waking up soon, I suggest you think about what you want to tell him unless you want me to show him how much of a cheating cum whore you really are." Before I could respond he put his phone infront of my face. Showing me an add on bbrts "visiting bottom, looking to take as much cum as I can. Hubby doesn't know I'm a cumslut willing to take all loads. Please use a condom broken of course, we can aways say it broke by mistake if he catches you. I'll be at the double tree room 224 the door will be propped open I'll be blindfolded ass up and bound. Cum in wait your turn, breed me deep and repeat. Heavy cummers preferred, Poz more than welcome. Cum knock me up!" I never wrote this! I never even heard of bbrts. I'm reading this in disbelief all the while he's still long dicking my ass churning the cum in my ass. He clicked on the profile and it looked like he made one pretending to be me, using the pics from the add we made on sniffies. Plus a few new pictures of my well used ass leaking cum, and getting fucked. "Cheating cum slut, always looking to take a load. Love cnc, rough fucking and breeding. Poz friendly hmu" What the hell is this. I didn't make any of this yet it looks like I did, I can't risk my husband believing him. Then he went to his camera roll showing me videos of guy after guy breeding me, all fucking me with a busted condom that it looks like they just passed back and forth. Then I heard the bathroom door open, it was my husband he woke up. Daddy closed his phone and kept fucking. "Well look who finally woke up, that blunt really knocked you on your ass huh? "Yeah it did, I just remember being with that twink you brought, I hit that blunt and the rest is a blur. Must have slept funny tho my ass hurts" "Yeah sleeping on the bathroom floor will do that to ya" "Hope you don't mind but I've just been using his ass to edge all night, I still haven't gotten to cum yet, you care if I finish?" "Hey if he's enjoying it sure but don't take too long we got a few plans for the day" "No problem I'm so close man, fuck your lucky getting an ass like this when ever you want" He layed flat against me and started to really pound my ass like he wanted to break it. All while whispering in my ear. "Fuck I'm going to breed you so deep you'll be dripping my seed all day" He slammed in one final time grunting load and really putting on a show, you would of thought this was his first time cumming all month. He pumped a few more times, sat up and started to pull out. My husband wanted to see my used hole and got closer to get a good view and asked of he could take a little video to remember the night by. "Sure let me know when your ready" He went back in balls deep just slowly pumping my husband got his phone out. "Ready" He started to pull out slowly. You could see on the video his shiny cum slick cock pulling out slowly "Fuck that ass felt so good I didn't notice the condom break" You could see the condom bunched up at the base of his cock then his head popped out with an audible pop his mushroom head still hard, covered in cum, his PA holding the cum rope to my ass. "Sorry man I edged for so long I shot such a big load" I could tell my husband was both turned on and upset "Well fuck I guess it's only one load, your clean right?" "Yeah man, I always play safe" "Alright cool, not gonna lie thats pretty hot I don't think I've seen that much cum in 1 hole before" "Haha yeah im a pretty heavy shooter and using his ass to edge just made it bigger" "Well maybe we can do it again when we visit next, let me go grab a towel" He walked into the bathroom and daddy took off his well used and pointless rubber, and took the ball gag back. "Good boy, you take cum like a champ, remember our deal, you say anything I show him your profile and this lovely add" I was completely defeated. "Yes sir" "Good boy, here keep this in one last gift from me" He grabbed a butt plug and shoved it in, keep that there if you don't want me to show the hubby. I want proof you kept it in until you get home. My hubby came back in the room handed hin the towel. "Well we're gonna be heading back today but maybe I can get your number for when come back?" Daddy agreed and we all exchanged numbers, daddy got dressed and left. I get up and go take a quick shower trying my best to keep the plug in, I don't want to risk anything more. As I shower I heard my phone go off a few times. I finish up and check my phone. It's rawdaddytop he sent me several videos of my assault thru the night and even one showing him breeding my husband. There were so many guys all just passing the condom like a torch to show who's turn it is to breed. I heard a few guys talk about "pozzing my ass" and a few tops even had biohazard tattoos. This horrified me but also turned me on like no other, there was also a message. "If you don't want this posted, and sent to your hubby, you'll do good to keep what happened quite and stay in touch" I pushed the butt plug deeper and replied. "Yes daddy" "Good boy, make sure you tell me when you visit next." "Yes sir" I got rock hard and got dressed to head for home The end

Part 3 ….. Tom then has his tongue back at my hole and is lapping up the cum. After a bit he turns me over squeezing my mouth open a slowly drools a huge slightly pink load into my mouth. I can taste my ass, his cum and the unmistakable tinge of copper where he tore up my hole. Tom tells me to swallow and not to worry as we are just getting started…… Tom stands up and tells me to get down and clean off his cock. I go down to my knees and take his cock in my mouth licking and cleaning his cock. I swallowed the tasty remnants of our fuck. He reminds me he's delivering a new strain for sure and is going to make sure his toxic strain merges with mine to form a supercharged bug in me. My prison charged loads will bond us for life as he'll make sure I recharge him after my DNA changes. Slowly he’s getting hard again with the heated talk as I continue devouring his prick. He guides me to my feet and pulls me in to kiss. Again our tongues are battling in each other’s mouths as our passions re-ignite. He bends over to get something out of his pants pockets giving me a view of his firm muscular ass. He turns his head back catching me admiring his butt. He winks and says to me, “hope you like that because you’ll be fucking me before too long". Tom grabs me then pushes me back on the sofa and bends be over and starts eating my ass again. He’s soon going to town and with my gaped hole I can feel his tongue easily slide in. He pulls back and I hear the lid of a lube bottle and feel something cold dripping on my ass. He tells me this silicone lube is going to come in handy as then proceeds to insert 3 fingers in my ass. He’s working the lube around my hole and anal tunnel. Pulling me back up he says he wants to fuck me in the pool as he pours a generous amount of lube on his hard cock. I tell him I’ve been in the pool naked lots of times but have never been fucked in the water. With a grin, Tom picks me up and tosses me in and slides into the water beside me. Tom approaches me and begins kissing me. Given he is a good 6” taller, I’m struggling in the deeper water and he tells me to place my arms around his neck. The buoyancy allows me to float as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. As the deep kiss subsides, he tells me to wrap my legs around him. He lifts me higher in the water. I’m slightly floating in the water as I feel him guide me. I feel his cock hitting my hole. The weightless sensation is amazing with the lube allowing him to slide into my gaped ass easily. With little effort he soon has me bottoming out and then is sliding me back up and down on his cock. He’s now using me as his own personal fleshlight as he repeatedly impales my ass. Tom’s hitting my prostate and I’m really starting to get into the fuck. I grab his neck tighter and begin riding his cock for all I’m worth. I can’t get enough of this man’s dick and am moaning for him to slam my ass. Tom pulls out of me then shoves me to the shallow end of the pool. Coming up behind me he roughly pushing me against the side of the pool. He stabs into my ass with his steel rod and is pile driving me once again. The lube is wearing off by now and my ass can feel the roughness of the fuck. He doesn’t give a shit and continues pillaging and tearing up my hole. Suddenly Tom lifts me out of the water, tosses me on a recliner. He shoves me onto my back with my legs dangling off the end. Spreading my legs open with his, he hawks up a load of spit and drools it onto my hole. He slams back into me with the power of an animal rutting. He’s screaming at me to take his dick. His massive cock with the rough PA is hitting my prostate as he repeatedly scratches me up. He flips me over and remounts me. Tom has turned into a sex starved demon out to own my hole. He states, “take it like the bitch you are”. He then asks me, if I want it rougher. I moan a gruff positive yeah into the cushion. I’m as hard as a rock and from the pressure on my prostate knowing I’m leaking profusely. I’ve never been so turned on. Tom pulls me up and thrusts his arm out and I feel his bicep around my throat. He arm is squeezing my neck as he continues to pound me. “You want me to stop?”, he asks. I scream Fuck No! Clenching his arm around my throat tighter, I start to feel my airway constrict. Yeah man, this is just how I got converted in prison he tells me. I got fucking raped by two dudes and they showed no mercy. As my face becomes flush he eases off just a bit but he fucks me even harder. He repeats this several times and is getting rougher as he goes. My cock has deflated as he completely dominates me. I’m his fuck hole to use and nothing more. I hear him laughing as he feels me give in completely to him. After a few minutes I feel Tom tensing up as he pulls me into another choke hold. He holds me longer this time and I start getting lighted headed. Just as I feel I can’t take anymore he relaxes his arm and screams for me to take his toxic load. He’s balls deep and I feel his sack contract as he begins flooding my hole. He’s screaming “Fuck, Here It Comes!” as he continues dumping pulse after pulse into me. I feel the pressure building in my ass as his climax lasts even longer than when he came earlier. I feel so full, moreso than ever before. Tom finally relaxes slightly, and as Tom pulls out I hear a loud squelch as a massive amount of his cum plops out of my hole. He goes, “Fuck, look how pink it is”. He scoops up a handful, showing it to me. He tells me to open my mouth and feeds me several handfuls of the frothy crimson mixture. I greedily swallow. He commands me to clean his dick off. I turn and go down on his dick sucking and licking him clean. He’s already got several fingers in my ass as he deftly reaches over and grabs the lube and poppers…

Luke’s First Sore Hole Fuck Deep in the basement of very large house—10 bedrooms, each with two to three simple beds—in the slightly seedy far West side of Chicago, a very tall hunk of a man stood in front of a very small young man. Jason Rossi—6’8”—was naked, his heavily muscled body covered in a light layer of dark fur. His huge shoulders and biceps bulged with power, his tight eight-pack guiding the eye down to his huge cock. At least 10 inches, uncut and thicker than a beer bottle, the giant Italian sausage jumped and pulsed with desire as he paced around the 18 year old, his huge muscle ass and massive, powerful, thighs rippling in the dim light. The boy he circled—Luke—was strung up, his arms taut overhead, a thick leather blindfold covered his dark green eyes. He wrists were bound together and he hung from a chain in the ceiling, pulled so high he could only use the tips of his toes to support himself. Luke was struggling, but Jason could care less. The boy was a whore, about to undergo his second training session as an introduction to his new life. And Jason didn’t care because the difficult position highlighted the boys fantastic body. Luke had curly dark blond hair, shaved tight around the sides but with a satisfying mop on top. Jason couldn’t wait to use it to keep the boys back arched, when he fucked the boy and rode him around the small padded room like a horse. Luke had been a diver in high school, and his perfectly plated, small muscled body looked even more muscular in its used, beaten, and dehydrated state. Jason didn’t like to fuck fresh twinks—let’s be clear, he had fucked fresh twink before and he definitely would again—but Jason’s sadism meant he had a special taste for virgin twinks who’d been fucked and fisted, drugged and belted, for several days and then allowed to rest just until the their holes were tender and sore. That was the kind of boy Jason liked to fuck. He knew Luke’s story and had seen video highlights of Luke’s first training. Luke had been the golden middle child of a rural farming family from bumfuck Illinois. Good grades, great diver, sweet happy kid. Until he made the mistake of telling his Bible-thumping family that he was gay. They’d kicked him out with just the clothes on his back, and in his desperation he’d sold the watch his grandma gave him for graduation and bought a bus ticket to Chicago. Chicago’s streets had not been kind to the sweet blonde hick, and after the third rape attempt by some homeless dude he’d turned up at the door of Joseph Karzinski’s brothel on the advice of some other street boys. Luke had been desperate for a roof over his head, so he’d failed to ask why the other boys preferred to chance it on the streets rather than be one of Karzinski’s boys. Little Luke didn’t know the boys were paid a 1/4 gram of meth for every boy they referred. Jason figured Luke was getting a sense of how bad things were now. The thoughts of the things he’d seen the boy do already, his virgin ass violated for hours by two massive black cocks, then hole filled with ounce after ounce of Tina, then fucked and fisted while the boy begged for more. Why, those memories made Jason’s already hard cock even harder. There was an order of things for new boys at Karzinski’s. First Deshae and Deshawn, massively tall twins with bodies at least as muscular as Jason’s own, skin jet black and covered in tattoos, introduced the boys to their new status as whores without any control over what happened to them. The twins always started off tender—Jason had loved watching the boy struggle to accept just the tip of Desahe’s massively thick 9 inches. But Luke—like so many other repressed white boys—craved being fucked by big black cock. And within a half hour he was taking the cock like a pro. But then Deshawn moved in, bad cop to his brother’s good cop. He forced Luke to his knees, and made the twink drink his foul chempiss straight from the tap. When the boy resisted, Deshaee held the boy down while Deshawn blistered Luke’s tight bubble ass with his thick belt. To be clear the belt was as much a strap as anything, 1/2 inch thick leather with holes down the middle. At the memory of Luke’s scream, Jason spun the boy—Luke cried out in pain as the spin tortured his straining joints—and admired the still visible belt stripes, turning purple now as they tried to heal. Jason leaned in, pulling the straining little muscle body close, placing the tip of his fat, rock hard cock head against the boys hole, then pushing it just the tiniest bit inside. The boy cried out, and Jason whispered in his ear, “What are you boy?” Luke was shuddering with this new promise of pain, and tears stained his cheeks. “I am a whore, sir, I am here to do anything you say.” Jason smiled, “Good boy.” Jason removed the tip of his cock from the boy and walked over to the side of the room. “I am going to let you down boy, be careful not to fall. I am not much on whipping, but I’ ll start you off with a whole new set of stripes on that ass if you fall.” The boy was shaky, but managed to stay standing, his shoulders flexing as Jason let him down. Jason walked up, admiring the boys beauty and unbound his wrists. The boy groaned, though as Jason retied Luke’s wrists behind his back. “Kneel, pretty whore, and open your mouth, “ Jason commanded, although he helped the boy down. Jason stood in front of Luke, and admired the scene in the mirror that surrounded the room. It looked like a Tom of Finland fantasy. Luke’s body was small but oh so perfect, and his hot little pecs looked amazing pulled back tight like that. Jason’s massive body and dark Italian skin loomed over the boy, his huge cock dripping precum. Jason aimed his cock at the boys open mouth, and rubbed the dripping head around the boys lips. The change in the boy was electric, he groaned with desire, and his tongue darted out seeking the musty manhood. “Fuck you are a natural whore aren’t you, “ Jason said laughing, “You want cock, boywhore?” Luke nodded so Jason slapped him hard, “ You speak when spoken to.” Luke said, “Yes sir, please sir, can I taste your cock.” Jason obliged by plunging his cock down the boys throat, causing him to choke, and then he brutally facefucked the boy, causing Luke to gag and retched. He only did it for a few minute before pulling out leaving the boy red faced and gasping for air. Jason unstrapped the boy’s blindfold and stepped several paces back so the boy could see Jason in his full glory. It took a few minutes for the boy’s eyes to adjust to the light. But when he did those green eyes immediately burned with lust at the sight of the huge muscular man in front of him. “Like what you see, whore?” Jason smirked, “Tell me what you are thinking, and speak freely.” “I…mmm..fuck, sir,” Luke stumbled, “You are smoking hot.” Jason strode forward and lifted the boy to his feet, kissing him roughly and passionately. “Here’s something you are unlikely to hear much,” Jason growled, “But you are smoking hot yourself, little whore.” Jason untied the boy’s hands and lifted him into the sling, restraining his hands and feet and putting a strap across the boys gorgeous small abs. He left one arm free enough to hold a bottle of poppers later, but otherwise, the boy couldn’t break free or offer much resistance. Leaning in to roughly kiss the boy, he used his right hand to massage the boys sore asslips. Jason grinned when Luke cried out. “Are your pussy lips sore? Why’s that?” Jason demanded. “I had a lot of sex for a long time, sir, a few days ago.” “You like big cock, whore,” Jason said. Luke blushed, “Yes sir, it hurts sometimes but I love it.” Jason smiled, spit in his hand and slicked up cock, coating the huge shaft with glistening moisture. “Good, I gotta big one and I don’t care if it hurts.” Jason rammed his cock forward, plunging into the boys sore hole roots deep. Luke’s entire body went rigid and his mouth opened in a silent howl. But the rock hard cock went in anyway, in little bursts of pain, as Luke’s sore colon tried to accommodate the monster. When the thick head reached the boys second hole it remained closed, too sore to open. So Jason reached up and grabbed the boys shoulder and pushed. This time Luke screamed aloud, as the big cock battered through his second hole. Jason smiled, there would be blood from that bit, perfect for making the boys hole absorb the giant bumps of Tina he had at the ready. Jason stayed completely still, watching the feelings of agony and anger at the pain war with the little whores mashocistic bottom nature. The kids body was writhing as much as it could in its bound states and his perfect abs were struggling. “You know boy,” Jason said, “There is nothing quite as sweet as fucking a boys sore ass. He continued, “But there’s something especially sweet about the fire-hot hole of a virgin twink one or two rest days after those giant-dicked [banned word] have fucked, stretched, fisted, and loaded him up with Tina. Your little whore pussy is so hot right now.” Jason fucked Luke for an hour straight, changing angles and pile-driving the poor punished hole. As soon as he opened up a new part of the boys hole, he’d switch angles and start on another. Luke had stopped crying, lying there trying to accept the pain. Jason smiled. Now the real fun could begin. He pulled his big cock out and slipped the blindfold back on the kid. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small plate of crystalline powder and coated his cock from top to bottom with it. He found three big shards and pushed them into his cock slit. And then he positioned his big cock at the boys dragging, raw pussy lips. He slipped off the boys blindfield and said, pointing to his own eyes, “Eyes here whore.” Smiling wickedly he thrust his cock into the whorehole in one big push. Within seconds Luck started screaming, and when the burning cockhead pierced his second ring, he began a keening yell. Jason released a spurt of strong chempiss to dislodge the shards and then he began to fuck. Within seconds the fat dick had delivered its payload, within 30 seconds Luke was high as kite, his pupils black with lust. Looking intensely into Jason’s black eyes, “Please sir, fuck me, use me.”

Hi Guys, same here, although my age ( im in my sixties) i can still cum many times in a session ,4 or 5 times is not rare, love to breed many asses at bathhouses .

Ideally you don't even have to make that decision because I'm so deep in your throat you don't even have to swallow — just feel it shoot. Only thing more worthless than men who won't swallow are the ones who just put their mouths over the cock head and sort of jerk up and down the shaft with their hand. Son, I could have done that at home. Don't waste my time.

Look at my profile pic and I think you get your answer. Extremely submissive guys who want to service smokers tend to like me.

My persistence paid off! I was skiing today and caught the eye of a hot daddy with his family. I went to the sauna after skiing and he was there! He was late 40s, well built body, generally hairless which I don't normally like but he had a nice thick cock under his towel. I kept intently staring at him because I knew he smiled at me earlier in the day when he was with his wife and three kids. He averted eye contact. I got up and moved to sit next to him. I put my hand on his leg. He whispered in German in my ear "I saw you earlier today". I have basic German skill so I just replied Yes. His skin was sweating a lot and so was mine so we were really wet. We were not alone in the sauna but we were in a discrete corner. I stroked the back of my hand along the side of his stomach and chest then he lifted his arm and I stuck my nose directly into his pit and licked it. While I did this I saw he opened his towel and his cock was rock hard and sprung out. I immediately dove for it and deep throated it to the bottom. He put his hands on the back of my head and held me down throating his cock. Finally when I started gagging a little loud he released me. I looked up and he said "follow me" I followed him out of the sauna and into the locker room. I followed him into the handicap bathroom stall. He locked the door behind me and grabbed me. My towel dropped to the floor and so did his. He kissed me deep and then spit into my mouth. Then he shoclked me and slapped my face super hard. I was really surprised by the anger in his face and the hard slap. But I was so turned on. I dropped to my knees and went to work on his cock. I must have sucked that cock for at least ten minutes before I could feel his hands grab the sides of my head and literally lift me off the ground. He turned me around and pushed me over...then without any warm up he pushed his cock deep into my ass. He grabbed my nipples and pinched them super hard...then he grabbed my hair and pulled be back as he was thrusting his cock deep into me. This guy was rough and I loved it. He pumped my ass for a few more minutes before I could sense him tensing as he made one final push and shot his load deep inside my hole. He stayed there for a little bit, hands around my neck choking me. Finally he pulled out and turned me around, both his hands around my throat lifting me up so I was standing on my toes and he spit hard into my face. Then he let go and slapped me again three times. I fell down and started licking his cock, tasting all the last bits of his load and my ass. Then he pulled his towel around him and he walked out. Left me naked on the floor, spent and used. I hope I see him in the sauna again tomorrow!

If there's one thing that I've learned about myself, it is that I will make time to get fucked, suck dick, eat ass, or a combination of either, no matter how busy I might be. You might be thinking what the fuck I'm talking about or why it's even relevant, but my love for being a filthy whore and simply saying, "I don't have time to meet today," has played a key role in many choices both good and bad. It was Sunday, September 27, 2020, a day that completely changed something in me and opened me up (no pun intended) to the dark and [banned word] wonders of sex. It was also the day I knew what PNP meant and who Tina was. I was supposed to be staying indoors, but like always, I let my craving for dick take over me, and I was on a mission to get as many loads as possible. I decided I didn't want to cruise Vista Point, a rest stop on the side of Highway 101 heading towards Santa Cruz, which is still an active cruising spot for older raunchy men and cum loving twinks like me. For reference, Vista Point is where I was first spit-roasted and where I first tried poppers. If you'd like to hear more about this, read "After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN," a true story about my re-introduction with PNP! Back to the story – As I packed my backpack and headed out the door, my parents asked where I was going, and I told them I would be going to Sacramento for a week since I still had my apartment there. With a confused look, they said, "ok, be careful, call when you get there." Little did they know that I would be heading to SF with hopes of being the best whore possible. I got to SF around 4 pm and was unsure where to go, so I drove to Union Square and cruised for a bit. As usual, I checked my Grindr application and weeded through messages to find a top who could host. There were several contenders, but none caught my attention until a message with an anonymous profile pic came in. His message was short, but he simply told me he was a Pig Top who could host on California St and was looking for a slut bottom. There was something about the message that turned me on so fucking much; I don't know if it was the anon factor of it or if I was just horny. I remember him asking me if I blew clouds, and I said yes, even though I didn't. I drove to his apartment complex and reluctantly parked right in front, and there he was. A tall white dude in his mid-40s wearing shorts waited for me next to a little door on the side of his building. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was a pig top, and just by the grin he had on his face, I knew that I was gonna have a good time. This little door on the side of the complex was where the residents dumped their trash, and I knew that because there were various trash bins; for a minute, I imagined myself on all fours, getting fucked. We went through a door and up some stairs and then walked down a long hallway to the last door. His place was messy and small, and a red LED light lit his apartment. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, and on a small table next to it were pipes, poppers, and other things. Bareback porn played in the background, and a Zoom group of guys getting high played on a laptop. He had also forgotten to mention that a buddy would be there too, a tall Hispanic tattooed everywhere, hitting a big pipe with a devious look at him. Between the red light, the porn, and the smell of Tina filling up the room, I got rock hard, and all I could think of was being on all fours and worshipping cock. "I don't think I'll blow clouds right now," I said as I took off my clothes and got on all fours, and started sucking cock. I remember putting on a blindfold and getting extremely stimulated by the aroma of Tina and the clicking sound of the torch heating up the pipe. I hit the poppers and sucked dick like I was starving. In my head, I repeated, "fuck yea slut, keep sucking dick," and I did just that. "Do you wanna get high?" the host asked me, and I remember his friend saying, "Get that slut high right now" I didn't respond and arched my back even more as a way of showing submission. Before I knew it, I was being shot-gunned and was being instructed on what to do. "When I put my mouth to yours, inhale and pass it back," said the host, and I just did that; I sniffed the poppers and waited for him to deliver the Tina to my mouth. He shot-gunned me again, and I remember being disgusted at the metallic taste of it. "One more, but inhale it well and pass it back and forth," instructed his friend... "Fuck yea, just like that, can you feel something," asked his friend. I remember nodding my head and feeling tingly, unsure if that was Tina or my ass being eaten. I opened my mouth and asked for one more shot-gun, which turned into one more and then another and another. By this time, I felt like I was fucking flying, and the guys knew it. I felt completely enveloped in lust, and all I could think about was getting my hole pounded. "More, I want more, shotgun me again, please…I want to be a Tina Poz whore” I begged, and his buddy (I know it was his buddy because he had a deeper voice) told me, "I'm gonna teach you how to hit the pipe so you can get spun asf…yea is that what you want you slut? You wanna be a spun whore for us" – "Fuck yea, that's what I want; turn me into a fucking whore, please," I begged. The pipe met my lips, and I was instructed on how and when to hit it; mind you, I was still blindfolded, which altered all of my senses. After several failed attempts, I was able to hit the pipe the correct way, and holy fuck I was fucking flying. I felt so fucking hot and horny, a type of horniness I had never felt before. At this point, it was clear to both guys that I was their fucking bitch, and I gave them the green light to do anything to me; all I could think about was getting fucked and having a dick in my mouth. I have no idea what time it is or how long this will go on. One thing is for sure I want as much dick as possible. I take off the blindfold at some point, and everything looks so distorted to me, probably because my eyes have been covered for a while. I reach for the pipe very slowly because I can’t even feel my legs, LOL and his friend passes me the pipe and makes me hit it again. I slowly start to feel a big dick tease my hole… slowly pushing against it. His friend stands up and starts to face fuck me, and then my hole begins to swallow the other guy's dick. These guys have done this before, and I'm not the only slut they have whored out. Simultaneously, my throat is being gagged, and my hole is being pounded; I can feel myself getting wet, and my hole is being churned over and over. “Fuck yea, fuck yea, take that big dick; this is what you wanted, huh! This is what the fuck you wanted,” says his friend as he continues to fuck my throat. I get fucked for about 3 hours nonstop, both by him and his friend, and in between that time, I’m also smoking, sniffing poppers DEEP, and begging to be whored out. His friend pulls a pair of red pantyhose, which I still own to this day, and tells me to put them on as they will make me feel like a good bitch boy. Without hesitation, I do just that: I put them on, look at myself in the mirror, and feel good. “You look good slut” says the host, who is now lying back and watching his friend take charge. It’s about 1 am, and we take a break; I mean the host and his friend because I don’t want to stop; I want my hole to keep getting pounded. “Please fuck me,” I say. “Breed my hole, don’t stop. Open me up and do whatever you want, please.” They both let out a grin, and the friend told me to roll over, get on my back, and spread my legs wide. He feeds me poppers and grabs a big dildo, and without any lube needed, he starts thrusting deep, fast, and hard. This shit feels so fucking good, and my hole is loving every minute of it. I can feel my hole getting loose and wet, and in between each thrust, he eats me out and leans over to kiss and spit inside my mouth. “You’re gonna get charged up tonight slut” he whispers in my ear, and I spread my legs apart as much as possible “fuck yea, charge that fucking pussy; knock his fucking ass up,” says the host, who is stroking his big dick. His friend starts to moan, and so do I because by this point, he’s reached my second hole, and the feeling is so intense. “Take it, take this big dick. This is what you wanted, huh” My eyes roll back “fuck yes, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna pee myself, oh fuck.” That’s the first time someone has made me piss while getting fucked; he keeps pounding my hole and begins to moan as he unloads in my loose hole. “Welcome to the family,” he says as my hole is loose and leaking with his cum. He plops over on the bed and lets out a giggle; I think I wore him out 😈 they probably didn’t expect me to be this much of a slut. It's now around 4 am, and I'm still not tired; I feel so fucking high, and my hole is still throbbing for cock. For a brief moment, we all take a big sigh and go with the flow of things, but that moment is short since I’m instructed to hop on the host’s dick and start riding it. I do just that; I grab onto the headboard and bounce on that big cock up and down; the friend also gets up and grabs the pipe and makes me hit it; he watches with pleasure. Up and down I go, moaning and begging for more cock, feeling higher than a fucking kite! His friend leans into me and puts his dick in my hole, too, and I begin to get double penetrated; my hole is wet asf, probably because both of them have just unloaded into what was once a very tight hole. I don’t remember much after that, but I do have some recollection of getting fucked by some of their buddies. What was supposed to be an “ordinary” hook-up with a pig top turned out to be one of the most intense, dirtiest, and kinkiest moments that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even describe how much of a pig I felt like and how Tina showed me how good of a whore I am 🥳😈. I should also mention that the guys were great to me, and the host even allowed me to stay at his place for about 2 weeks to get back to normal. I hope you enjoyed reading this story 🥳😶‍🌫️😈.

When I was a young bottom, I was not very careful. I mean I loved to take the random dick and never used condoms. I took plenty of loads in those days, but I felt like I really got lucky and never picked up any bugs. You could say I was in the early days of being a naive cum dump and it lasted for a good few years. As I got older, I started becoming more careful. I played safe, stuck with regular buds, and settled down a bit. I started dating a girl, and despite getting a side of cock here and there, was very safe and loyal. Fast forward 5 years. I'm now married to her. She has no idea that in those years I've converted to a vers top and have been breeding closeted bottoms left and right. So many good little sluts had taken my newly married cock. It was a new era and I was loving it. A few years later I got sick and ended up in the hospital. While I was admitted the docs ran tests and tests and quickly discovered a surprise. I was POZ. I was shocked when they explained to me that not only was I poz, but I'd likely been poz for years. Immediately my mind flashed back to those early cum dump days. And as I processed this news I realized that all my careful steps in my young adult life had been pointless - the fight was already over. I had been converted long before I started asking my tops for their status and to slip on a rubber. I can only imagine the poz top who had stealthed me must have had the night of his life pumping my guts full of his toxic loads, and knowing full well I would never think to ask. I felt myself starting to get hard. Then my mind flipped to all of those bottom twinks who I'd be unknowingly pumping full of poz cum these past years. How many had i converted? My cock grew harder. And at last my wife, who begged for my loads on a weekly basis. Surely she too is poz now. She's taken more of my toxic loads than anyone. My cock was ready to explode. I realized now the nurse, who set my gaydar off immediately, had stopped speaking and was staring down at my rock hard cock. He silently moved to the door, locked it, and began to undress. "Please" he whispered. Well, what's one more, I thought, as I stripped and prepared to pump him full with my toxic cock. Another era begins. I think I'm going to like it.

It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock. He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. He wasn’t kidding about being hard. His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. He tried to get it in, but since I hadn’t been fucked in a couple of days, I was pretty tight. His hand left my ass briefly as I heard him spit in his hand. He started working his spit into my hole and finally got a finger in, slowly working it in and out until he was up to the third knuckle. “Damn you’re tight, bring that ass up hear so I can get it ready to fuck.” I eagerly obliged and soon we were in the 69 position with me still sucking him and him eating my ass. His full facial hair had me oozing pre-cum against his hairy chest. Soon he was putting three fingers in my ass and pulling on my balls with his other hand. “Turn around and get that cock up your ass,” he said while grabbing his next cigarette. I turned around and his pre-cum slick cock slid into my ass pretty easily until I got to middle where it bulged out even bigger than the tip. I started riding him slowly while he smoked his cigarette. “Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock with your shitter you little bitch.” I tried to squeeze the thick cock in my sphincter, but I could barely put any pressure on it. “Come on you little slut, squeeze my fuckin’ cock.” Again I tried, but he had my ass so open it wouldn’t. “Sorry Sir, I’m trying but your cock is too big.” He tapped out the cigarette and blow smoke in my face. “Well I ain’t gonna get off like this. Bend your faggot ass over the passenger seat.” I crawled over to the passenger seat and in an instant he was plowing my ass balls deep. He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder and harder until he grunted and I could feel his load shooting in me. After he was done shooting he ripped his still hard cock out of me and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bunk. “Get over here and clean my cock of you stupid slut.” While I was cleaning his slick cock off I heard the CB radio go off behind me. “Hey George, you in the Flying J?” He slapped me on the back of my head. “What are you stupid; go get me the fuckin’ mic.” I reached up to the CB, got the mic down and continued cleaning his cock off. “Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “You eat dinner yet? Me and Mike were going to get the buffet there.” “Yeah, come on over, I’m in the back row with an empty trailer.” “Gettin’ off the road now, see you soon.” He banged me in the back of the head with the mic as I continued to lick his now soft cock. “I’m done, put it back.” I did as instructed and went back to his crotch. “I’m done there too slut.” “Yes Sir.” I got up and started to put my jeans on. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Getting dressed Sir.” “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” I took my jeans back off and he took them, along with my other clothes and put them in the driver’s seat. “I’ll need that ass again later.” He started to buttoned up his jeans and fixed his clothing as he lit another cigarette. “You’re going to stay here in your slutty little jock and clean my truck while I go eat with some friends.” “Yes Sir.” “See you in a while and don’t touch your cock or your ass. You better keep my load in your ass 'cause that’s gonna be your only lube later.” As he exited the cab he took my clothes and put them in the side-box of the truck. I looked down and my hard cock was still restrained in my jockstrap and pre-cum was oozing out and dripping down to the floor. I found some paper towel and some Pledge and started wiping down the cab. In the closet there was a little vacuum that plugged into the cigarette lighter, which I use to vacuum up all the ashes and dirt in the carpet. While I was emptying the canister out the sleeper door a truck was backing into the next space. I thought I had hidden my nearly naked body, but once his truck was turned off I heard a knock on the passenger door. I froze and tried to remain as still as possible. He knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I went to the passenger door and rolled down the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t suppose this is your rig?” “No Sir it’s not.” “You got a nice ass, how about you come over to my rig and I get a little piece?” “Sorry, I’m waiting for the driver to get done eating.” “Loyal. I like that. Okay, then. Catch you later. Maybe I’ll talk to the guy that drives this rig and see if I can borrow you.” “Yes Sir.” I rolled the window back up and went back to cleaning the cab. When I was done I lay down on the bunk and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was George yelling. “Hey slut!” I got up, went to the driver’s side window and rolled it down. “Get out of the truck, some friends of mine want to see you.” “But Sir, I’m…." “Get your ass out of the fucking truck!” Wearing only my red jockstrap, I opened the door and climbed down from the rig. Even before I reached the ground there was a hand on my ass. I turned around and there were two men, one of whom was about sixty, maybe 5’11”, about 170 pounds and his dick, even soft, was easy to outline in his jeans. I would soon learn that this was Gary. The other one was Mike, he was about 45, maybe 5’7”, and also exhibited a nice bulge in his pants. “Damn George! Nice piece of ass you got here." Gary’s thick middle finger penetrated my ass. “Oh fuck, he’s all ready to go too!” “I told you so. So, how about it; you forget about the fifty bucks I owe you and you can both fuck him.” “Sounds good, come here bitch.” Gary grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down to his crotch where his cock was growing in his pants. “Unzip me, you stupid whore. You can’t suck it through the fuckin’ denim.” They all laughed at his joke. I unzipped his pants and his dick fell out onto my cheek. I took him in my mouth and his cock was instantly rock hard. It had to be at least nine inches long and he had the type of low hanging balls I love on older men. “Fuck yeah, he’s a good little cocksucker,” Gary praised. Mike, meanwhile, knelt down behind me and started licking my ass. His five o’clock shadow against my freshly fucked hole made me instantly rock hard. “How’s he taste Mikey?” “Awesome, I can’t wait to fuck him.” “Well let me go first, after you get done with him he’ll be too stretched out.” Instinctively I moaned at the thought of an even bigger dick than I had in my mouth fucking my ass. “The whore seems to like the idea. Turn around and lean over the tires whore.” I turned around and bent over the back wheels of the tractor. The warm night air felt so fucking good as it touched my ass. Gary pushed his jeans down to his thighs and got behind me. In one motion he pushed all nine inches into me and started fucking me like he was using my hole to jack off with. My jock covered dick was pressed against the tire as Gary plowed my ass. He has one hand holding himself up against the tire and the other muffling my screams. He started going faster and faster, his dick was getting even thicker until he finally shot his load deep in me. He kept pumping my full of cum for what felt like a good full minute. When he was finally done he grabbed me by the neck again and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Yeah clean it up bitch.” After only a couple of licks he was soft and I had gotten all of the cum off his dick and balls. “Ok Mike, your turn. I’ll meet you back in the truck.” Gary zipped up his pants up and walked away. Mike’s throbbing cock was still being restrained by his jeans. “Turn around again.” Again I turned around; a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get that slab of meat before it went in my ass. I knew it was going to be bad when Mike took of his sweaty t-shirt and stuffed as much of it as he could into my mouth. “I need two hands fuck.” Suddenly I felt the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me slamming into my ass. Tears started running down my face as Mike pounded me. I feel the two loads of cum in my ass running down my legs and splattering between us every time he slammed his cock in my ass. George must have gotten bored watching me get fucked, “Send him back when you’re done using him.” He climbed back into the cab. Mike never slowed down and never acknowledged George’s absence; he just kept pounding my ass mercilessly. Suddenly he yanked his t-shirt from my mouth. “You want my fucking load?” “Yes Sir.” “Beg for it you little slut.” “Pleas Sir, please give me your load. I want to feel you shooting it inside me.” “Here you go.” He pounded me a few more times before he shot his load in me. As Gary had done before, Mike grabbed my neck and shoved his cock in my mouth. This time I not only tasted cum and my ass, but a little blood as well. My ass was so open that I could feel the night air inside me as cum dripped onto the ground. Suddenly he held my head against crotch with my mouth still around his soft cock and started pissing down my throat. I took every drop until he pulled out of my mouth and gave me a last little shot of piss in the face. He laughed as he zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. As he walked past me he slapped my face lightly, remarking “Good little slut.” I got up, looked around and climbed back up into the cab. When I got back in I found George watching television in the sleeper. “Stay on the floor until I’m ready to use you.” Just then there was a knock on the passenger door. …to be continued

Luke’s Big Hole Stretch Two hours later Luke was still in the sling. When Jason had pulled his cock out, Luke’s hole had been dripping white ropes of cum and a few pink bits of blood from the three loads Jason had delivered there. But now his hole was filled to the brim with a giant load of chempiss—potent with Tina and ecstasy—Jason had put there after the third load. Jason had put a big inflatable plug in after it and pumped it up until the hole closed around it. Luke’s body was inclined, his head below his hole, and his blond hair was plastered in sweat. His entire body was covered in slap and bite marks. His mouth was full of Jason’s nearly insatiable cock, rubbery and thick, while Jason fed the still bound twink gulps of leftover piss. Jason grinned down and pumped the toy twice, and watched the boy squirm as the giant plug both stretched his hole and forced the chempiss deeper. Tiring of the boy’s mouth, he moved his asshole over the boys mouth. “Clean daddy hole, whore.” Luke moaned with desire and immediately sent his tongue questing up the muscle man’s chute. Jason sighed and began to pump the toy. Within a few seconds the boys body went rigid and he stopped working. Jason just reached down and punched the boys already punished abs. The boy cried out but got the message and the velvet tongue went back to work. Once Jason had blown the plug up just about as far as it would go, Luke was in bad shape, grunting and twisting. But he was also higher than fuck, and occasionally you could tell the he was craving the stretch. So Jason straddled him again for a good old facefuck, his cock getting harder and harder the more Luke struggled and coughed. Jason used the boy’s mouth for another 30 minutes, coming again and then giving him another load of chempiss down his throat. He knew the kid couldn’t go much longer without passing out so he pumped the plug to its absolute max, the whole time Luke alternating between crying out in pain and lusting after the stretch. Jason unstrapped the boy and walked him, bent over and dripping sweat, grunting and moaning, to a bare drain in the floor and he strung the kid up. As the weight of the piss and the huge plus settled down on the boys asshole Luke groaned, and Jason could see the big plug trying to fall out, Luke’s asslips straining and pulsing. “Push, bitch,” Jason sneered, “Push that out like a real man.” Luke of course couldn’t, but Jason loved to watch boys try. He punched the boy hard on his abdomen, right on top of Luke’s swollen colon, and the huge base of the thing showed ever-so-slightly. Luke screamed continuously as Jason tortured him like this with three more punchs. He then stepped forward and tenderly kissed Luke, driving his tongue in and pulling his quivering body close. Jason said quietly, “There anything you wanna ask me boy?” “Please sir, I will do anything,” Luke said sobbing now, his eyes utterly black as he begged Jason, “I know I can’t ask for things but I am begging you to take this thing out of me.” “No can do, whore,” Jason said, “Ya gotta push it out.” So Jason let an infinitesimal amount of air out of the plug and made Luke push. Luke pushed and pushed, a little spirt of piss jumping out each time. Jason let the air out until he could the boys hole trying to gum open. Jason let three pumps of air out, and then slammed his fist into the boy. The boy grunted, bore down, and the huge plug came flying out with a giant burst of stinging chempiss. Jason grabbed Luke by his curly blonde mop, dripping with sweat. “Keep pushing, whore boy,” he said darkly, “Gotta get you ready for my fists.” Forty minutes later Luke was still strung up, but now he was attached to two gymnasts rings. He was using his incredible ab strength to mindless fuck his own hole on Jason’s balled fist. His mind was gone, all thought possessed by the aching need in his hole. After he’d cleaned the boy out, Jason had given him another 1/4 gram, pushing it deep in the boys second hole with his fingers. Luke’s hole was already steamy hot, and it felt like velvet. The last quarter gram and taken the boy to a different world, and within 10 minutes he was fisting the boy with his balled fist. He’d put the boy on the rings, and given him a nose mask attached to a bottle of poppers and put the pump for the poppers in his own hand. And then Luke had fucked himself, going deeper and deeper but still not fully breaching the second ring. “Stay still, boy” Jason commanded. Jason opened his palm and delivered another quarter gram and then he balled his fist up and pushed through, hard. Luke was just aware enough that he screamed and then Jason started punching. Within seconds the boy was bearing down, trying to take more. Jason let him do this for a while, then he pulled his fist out, laughing at the boys huge rose. He picked up Luke’s legs and threw them over his shoulder. With one push he slid deep into the boys hot hole. And Luke’s fisting began in earnest, Jason’s big Italian sausage jumping each time Luke screamed. Some 8 hours later Jason lounged on the floor and watched Enrique Lazaro deep fist Luke. He’d invited Enrique to join him because he was a master of getting boys to trust him until Enrique was shoulder deep in their boypussies. He doubted Luke would get there this play session, but Enrique almost had Luke at his elbow. Enrique had been using the boy for about 2 hours or so. The two were so hot together: Enrique was covered in dark fur and while his cock wasn’t as long as Jason’s, it was super thick, and Luke had loved it because it was shaped like missle, big head down to giant shaft where it attached to his hard stomach. Enrique always got the boy totally involved, trying to please Enrique and he’d deposited a ton of fresh Tina deep in Luke’s hole. Luke was facedown, chest low to the ground, perfect little back arched, spreading his asschecks for Enrique’s arm. He’d gotten to within a few centimeters of the elbow more than once. Enrique sighed, and pulled his hand out quickly. Luke grunted and then immediately started begging for more. Enrique looked over at Jason, “Hey buddy, come keep this whorecunt warm. I think I know what he needs to take my elbow.” Jason grinned, greasing up his arm, and started deep punching the boy. Enrique walked over to a wall of the dungeon and selected a medium sized lube pump—only about a foot tall, but narrow—and unscrewed its hose. He then grabbed the hose of the longest and largest one—28 inches and about 1.5 inches thick. He walked over to the table and dumped about 3/4 gram of Tina into the tube. He held the thing down and maneuvered his half hard cock into position and then filled the tube to the brim with dark yellow chempiss. He then grabbed a little tub of Tina-laced lube and turned and walked back the few steps across the small room. Jason was deep punching Luke hard, using so much force that Enrique could here the boys hole snap open and then shut around the big fist. Every fourth punch he’d stay in and push into the boy asshole, hard. Enrique whisphered, “Give him 5 of those punch and pushes, very hard, then let me light that boyhole up.” Jason grinned and increased the violence of his punches and the pushes into the boy hole. With esch push Luke cried out, but he never broke position. Jason gave the boy ten of those in the end, and for the last four Luke was shaking like a leaf, and crying out, his ass unable to tell if it was having a assgasm or was being ripped apart. After Jason pulled out, Enrique took up position, commanding “Hold your ass open, whore. “ Enrique lubed the tube up as Jason walked over with an evil grin holding a big vial of Tina. Enrique shrugged, “Why the hell not?” So he held the tip and the first several inches of tubing out while Jason sprinkled pussyboy powder all over it and then selected three big shards and pushed them down into the nozzle. Enrique held a big length of hose up behind him to facilitate entry and speared the boy’s gaping cunt, making sure that the Tina covered portion went inside in all at once. As expected Luke started screaming as the Tina load burned his hole. Enrique kept going, trying to keep the pushing steady, eager to get the bonus Tina coating into the boy as quickly as possible. He pushed and pushed until he was sure he was hitting the tender part. He regretted, honestly, that he wasn’t doing this with his fingers, feeling the boys tender soft depths undulate as they received a new dose of the drug, unfolding and opening as the boy’s pussy soaked up the drugs like parched earth. But this was fun too, he smiled cock thickening to almost full mast as the seeking tube was clearly deep into the boy. Enrique slowed down but did not stop—Luke would take all 28 inches no matter what—he spanked the boy with his free hand, the shock making Luke’s ass clamp painfully around the deep intrusion and Luke screamed. Enrique roughly commanded, “Push out boy.” As he obeyed, Luke gave out as deep groan as he took more of the tube. Enrique paused for a second, gently fucking the hole. It was deep, that was for sure, but it wasn’t time yet. Enrique was gentle now, and he fucked the boy for probably a minute, taking incremental pushes forward. “Have your hole gently suck on the whole length of it, loosen yourself up,” Enrique said quietly, “It will make this next part a little less painful.” “Push out gently,” Enrique ordered. He lined the rest of the tube up—nearly four inches—he gave a tiny pump, and when Luke started screaming again from the huge burn of the shard lodged in the tip of the thing, Enrique started a slow smooth steady series of pumps, trying to deliver the potent chempiss charged with lots of bonus Tina, deep and smoothly into the boys hole. He did not stop pushing until the tubing was empty and the wide stiff clear plastic tube was half inside the boy. Enrique pulled the tube out and handed the whole setup to Jason, then grinning at the boy’s return to begging for fist, Enrique began to punch Luke’s flaming hole hard and deep.

Any idea what happened to Tommy Haine? Aside from a few TIM videos, he basically vanished.

I was in a relaxed mood yesterday I decided to go club Orlando and just relax. i did just that and fell asleep I always leave the door adjar just in case. after several hours I was awakened by a hand on my ass. I looked up and saw a young orient guy. He did not speak but kept but kept fingering my hole. he finally whispered You fuck When I nodded yes he climbed on top. He was uncut and had some precum so he went right in. Never mentioned condoms. he pumped for a few minutes till I felt him cum he stayed in and said he cum again. He did twice more.after half an hour he left when I felt my ass It was so full of cum it was just dripping out., nice way to spend afternoon

If I am at sauna or sexclub I make sure I cum at least 3 times. The second one is normally the better as I can really control how and when I am going to cum, and it's more intense. My record was 6. If the guy blowing my cock is skilled enough I can go 2 times with no stop, as I did many times. Just alternate between my cock and balls and I am in heaven.

The Second Day of Christmas Christmas Day was a whirlwind. When I finally woke up, I could feel something deep in my soul had shifted, not to mention deep in my hole. I didn’t really believe what had happened in the previous twelve hours, but reaching my hand around to my ass and feeling my sore, damp hole made the reality stick. I wasn’t a virgin any longer, and I gave that up to the sexiest person that I knew — someone I never thought I could be with. I felt a grin spread across my face. Somehow, this has made me powerful in ways I had yet to understand, but I knew I was a changed person. I pulled myself together to throw on some clothes to join my family to exchange gifts. I sat with my family, but my mind was thoroughly on Chett, the soreness in my ass a testament of what we had done. Once the gifts had been exchanged and brunch eaten, I raced up to my room to grab my phone. MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHETT! I DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS, BUT THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. It was when I was back downstairs and about to get involved with the family game night that I got a response. MERRY CHRISTMAS, JORDY! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. WANT TO CATCH UP TOMORROW? My immediate response was YOU JUST NAME THE TIME AND THE PLACE AND I WILL BE THERE. The rest of the day I couldn’t shake my distraction or the newfound sense of power I had been given. Even my brothers both asked if I was alright because I seemed changed. Getting ready for bed, I probed my hole with my fingers — no lasting damage seemed to have been done, and everything had returned to its normal size. When I got back to the bedroom and plugged my phone into the charger, I saw a message from CHETT: MEET ME TOMORROW AT THE ARCH. 9:00 AM. BRING A BLANKET. * * * * * * Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet and getting permission from the family to go out were simple. We never made Boxing Day plans as a family, and usually were just lazy around the house. Mom asked when I would be home, and I said I didn’t know. Her response was, “well, at least you’re going to be with Chett. He always seemed like such a sweet young man when you introduced him around here. I don’t know what he sees in you, though — he is so talented.” The little bit of confidence that I had been feeling exploded inside my chest and I threw the blanket into the car and backed out of the driveway. I tried not to think about her comment too much on the way there and was determined to not burden Chett with that when I arrived. It took about fifteen minutes to make it downtown and find a parking space. The old station wagon Chett drove in high school was parked in the lot, so I pulled in next to his car. He bounded out before I had cut the engine and came over to open the car door. Before I even had both feet on the ground, he had pulled my head to his for a deep kiss. The question of why he would want to spend time with me melted a bit as I got lost in Chett’s mouth. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I missed you.” “I missed you, too. I’m glad that you could come out here today and spend some time with me.” He chastely pecked my lips. “I thought we could have a little picnic and just talk for a while. I’ve never been good at hiding excitement, and I didn’t even try to play it cool. “I love picnics! Let me grab the blanket. . .” I twisted around in the seat and hauled the blanket from the backseat into my lap, “I wish I would have known, I would have brought something!” “Oh, don’t worry. I have a full feast that me and my mom made this morning. I hope you will like it.” He helped me out of my car and walked around to the back of the station wagon. Opening the rear hatch, he took out a big basket and small cooler. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t exactly prepared for a date, but this felt organic and super romantic. “Come on!” Chett tried to carry the cooler and the basket in one hand and hold his other in mine, but I laughed and stopped him. “You’re going to drop something. Hold things the way they need to be held and I will stay close.” My free hand curled around his waist and we walked into the park with a small cooler between our hips. We set up our little picnic in the footprint of the Arch and settled into an excellent spread of cold fried chicken, fruit salad, a lovely “Pasta House-style” Italian salad, fresh scones still steaming from the oven, homemade strawberry preserves, and chocolate eclairs for dessert. We washed that all down with glasses of sparkling grape juice. It felt more romantic than I expected, and was something else that ticked off in my mind as being a new experience. While we ate we caught up with each other’s lives. I heard more about how he was settling into life in New York City, how he was branching out into different interests, trying new things, and finding himself outside the judgy Midwestern upbringing he had through high school. I told him about my frustration at wanting to get out and not knowing what I was doing, where I wanted to go, and my loneliness. We hugged it out and were packing up the picnic when I asked, “how did you end up experimenting with guys in college? Surely I can’t be your first partner. . .” Chett was quiet for a moment while he helped me fold the blanket and we started our walk back to the car. “Well,” he said, “it is kind of an embarrassing story.” “I’d love to hear it.” “How about this. . . We could go under the bridge and make out for a bit while I tell you the story.” I caught the sideways glint in his eye. “Yes!” We scrambled to stash our picnic supplies in our cars and held hands and half-ran under the arches of the nearby bridge. I was quickly pushed to the side wall and his mouth and entire body were on me, feeling like I was completely enclosed in his embrace as our tongues danced together. We made out for a few minutes before slowing and pulling away from each other for a moment. Chett looked at me and grabbed my waist with both hands, rubbing our erections together under our jeans. “Are you sure you want to hear all about my sex life at school?” I wiggled my hips at him, “of course! I promise I won’t be too jealous.” I winked at him. He sighed dramatically and started in on his story. “Well, I hand’t been around long when the teammates were trying to hook me up with one of the girls who were always hanging around when the team would go out for dinners or drinks. It wasn’t too long before one of the wingers came up to me and point-blank asked if I was gay. I told him that I thought so, but hadn’t ever been with a guy before. He gave me a hug and said it was okay. Turns out, most of the guys on the team were bi or bi-curious, so a lot of them had played around with each other. I took the winger back to my dorm that night and we exchanged blowjobs and kissed a bit. It was super awkward because I didn’t think I knew what I was doing, and this guy was clearly doing this as just a favor for me.” “After we were done, he was asking me what I wanted in a relationship or from life in general, and I told him that I had someone that I really liked in high school, but I didn’t know how to come out to him or how to initiate anything.” Chett nudged my shoulder with his. “And I would have hated for you to have a shitty first time because I had no experience.” I smiled up at him. “You know there is no way that we could have had a shitty time if you were into me. It took all my willpower to not try to hold your hand when I saw you in high school — I just assumed you were straight.” “Yeah, I know that now, but I really wanted your first time to be good. My birthday was on a Saturday in September this year, and one of the guys suggested that I try to get some for my birthday. I was a little tipsy from their festivities and decided to make a profile on Sniffies and see what was out there. I ended up going to this older guy’s house and he gave me an education. . .” Chett slipped his hand under the front of my shirt and snaked toward my left nipple, “he showed me how to make a guy feel special.” Chett’s fingers gently fondled my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I let out a little moan. “He was great at showing me what the body can accommodate.” Chett’s other hand loosened my belt and popped the button on my jeans before settling between the jeans and my underwear. “He wanted to show me that it is possible to have control, give up control, or just let go of yourself to pleasure.” Chett pinched my nipple and I let out a breathless yelp while I felt precum soak through my briefs. Chett smiled again and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “He gave me what I gave you — the fuck of my life. And he cemented a bond that connects me to the history of gay men across the world, and I hope that we will share that one day, too.” Chett’s stroking, teasing, and the power he was radiating did me in and I became only supported by the wall of the bridge arch and Chett’s weight pressing against me. “Fuck me, Chett. Fuck me right now!” “That’s what I like to hear.” Chett made sure I was steady enough on my feet that he could back away, removing his hands from under my clothes before removing his belt and snapping open the fly of his jeans. “Turn around.” Before I could completely turn around, I finally got a glimpse of the cock that had so totally wrecked me the day before. His uncut dick fell ponderously out of his fly, engorged with blood. It had to be as big around as a Red Bull can, if not larger, and easily as wide as two of my hands; his evil Prince Albert glittered in the winter sun. “How the fuck did that thing fit in me last night!?!?!?” I felt a wave of panic sweep over me and my ass clench tight. “Don’t worry, you were a natural. Not too many people have dicks like this, and you will be open and loose in no time.” His cock continued to rise, filling even more with blood and bouncing like it was sniffing out its prey. “Let me get you nice and open again.” Like last night, he got to work tongue fucking my ass. My resolution to stay strong didn’t last long. My hole yielded to his ministrations, feeling the warmth of his tongue invading my hole and the nerve endings in my pucker zinging with pleasure at the stimulation. It wasn’t long before his face was planted as deep as it could get in my crack while his tongue probed my chute. Coming up for air, Chett adjusted his pants and pulled my back upright before pressing the air out of my chest against the wall. He bent his knees slightly while lining up his dick before he slowly stood to his full height, impaling my hole on his shaft. As it entered to the occasional sharp pain, it was like the space it was occupying slowly pushed all the air out of my lungs. One long, whispering sigh which changed to a small groan as he punched through my second hole and I was fully nestled with his rod completely in me. Chett’s breathing still sounded labored, like he was working hard to control himself when I turned my head and simply said, “what are you waiting for?” I wasn’t prepared for how sex in this position would feel. Being pinned down seemed to be a thing with him, but in the upright position, I couldn’t help but try to keep my feet under me and hold on for the ride. While our first fuck had been frantic and white-hot with intensity, this was more deliberate and felt like we were deepening our emotional connection. As he carefully full-pistoned his dick through my ass, I felt like this was more than just a kinky fuck in public, this was making love. I began to squeeze my hole a bit and tried to work muscles inside my chute and I heard his breath hitch. “Yes! Fuck! Jordy, you don’t know what you do to me. I want you to know that you’re mine if I can be yours.” That made my hole quiver and made me moan with extra intensity. The constant tapping on my prostate and my hyped emotional state started the runaway train to orgasm and I began shooting all over the bridge walls while Chett’s constant movement didn’t change. “Yes, you are so hot when you are cumming in public.” Chet whispered in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. He continued for a few more minutes, not giving my hole a break until I could feel him speed up and start pushing deeper into my body. His cock swelled as he bit the back of my neck and let out a primal growl as the pulsing began. His orgasm slowed and he began to shrink. I held him in my ass as long as I could, but when he finally slipped out, I felt my hole struggling to close on its own and some of his seed dripping down my thigh. He held me there for another minute or so, just pressing me to the wall with his weight, folding me into his arms as our breathing returned to normal. Once he let me go, I refastened my jeans and spun around to take his dangling manhood into my mouth. I was a bit alarmed to see some streaks of red on the head of his foreskin, but I figured that taking a dick like that twice in two days was probably going to do some damage. And it didn’t seem to be causing me pain, so I got to work without complaint, gently licking his balls, shaft, foreskin, and cock head to take the clean, salty liquid off his skin and put it inside me. Once I had finished cleaning and worshipping his penis, he tucked things back into place and pulled me upright into a kiss. We made out for awhile, sharing the last tasty drops of his cum and my ass juices together before he wordlessly grabbed my hand and started walking me back to where we parked. We were content in silence until we got between our cars and I pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Fuck, if we keep doing this we are going to need to invest in some chapstick together,” I giggled. Chett smiled at me, “oh, I think this will be a regular thing if you let it be.” I grinned back at him and nodded. “Good! I really hate to fuck and run again, but I have to get back to family stuff today. You free tomorrow?” “Yeah, my parents go back to work and my siblings are going to other friends’ houses. I’d love to have you over to the house if you are free.” “I would like that a lot!” “Great! Sent me a text when you are up tomorrow and we can make some plans. Is there anything that I should have ready for you?” Chett was quiet for a moment before saying, “yes, I will give you instructions tonight before bed.” I shivered a bit in anticipation. There was something about the command in his voice that turned me on. I trusted him. I wanted him. He was good to me. “I will look forward to hearing from you.” I smiled at him before kissing him again. “I just want you to know how much this means to me. I wish that I could do this all day, every day.” I was warmly pulled into a hug, “don’t worry Jordy, I will make sure the time I am home is worth every second for you.” We kissed once more before getting into our cars and driving away. The whole way home I could feel the warmth blossoming in my gut — I couldn’t tell if it was from a satisfied heart or a satisfied hole. All I knew is that the wait until tomorrow was going to be nearly impossible.

Random strangers cumming in my ass is the pinnacle of sexual joy for me as a no-Prep bareback bottom. I agree with others that regulars are fun too, and fill the gaps when no randoms seem available, but yeah - no name, no words, just a quick fuck in a cruising area, a Grindr hookup or a sauna railing: it's about that moment of beyond-thrill for me. I don't know anything about you but your DNA is in my ass and starting to swirl into my body and brain. Love it 😉

Part 2 ….. As I’m catching my breath, he then grabs my face holding my mouth open and says I must need more lube. He hawks up and then delivers a heavy load of spit into my mouth. Swallowing I say yes sir that must be it, as he then delivers several more shots of snot into my willing mouth. Now don’t forget to breathe through your nose like a good hole, he demands. He then grabs the poopers and shoves them under my nostrils as I take several deep huffs. As the rush hits me, Tom slams his cock into my open mouth and quickly slides down my throat. He again starts a deep skull fuck and continues pounding into my mouth repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. After a few minutes of this attack, he pulls out with his cock covered in my throat juice and drool. He states it’s time for this cock to be in your ass. I reply, please sir breed me with your toxic cum. Tom then spins me around, tosses the poppers next to me and pushes my face into the couch. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and spits on my hole. Nice hole he states and then bends down and I feel his tongue lapping at my entrance. His oral digit then curls and probes my ass. He’s rimming me urgently shoving his tongue deeper with each thrust. After a few minutes of expertly eating my ass he moves back and I feel a finger enter my hole roughly in and out. He’s twisting it around and I feel a sharp pain as his nail digs into me a bit. Quickly one becomes two then three as he assaults me. He tells me to take another hit as he then inserts more as I’m soon feeling his knuckles attempt to breach my hole. I feel as if my ass is being torn open and the pain is unbearable. I scream for him to please stop sir, I don’t think I’m ready for this. I feel him stretch his fingers, scraping a bit more then slowly pulls his digits out. He tells me not to worry but before he leaves I’ll be taking his fist. He lets me know my ass is fully open with a nice gape to it. Knowing how thick he is I tell him, use my hole now sir. Tom then states, “if you didn’t notice before my PA has some sharp abrasions and may be a bit rough on your hole. Additionally he tells me, you know in prison, we didn’t just have the usual strains of HIV but when I got converted it was by a couple of Cuban guys and my stain is super charged. When he’s done with me, he tells me it’s likely I may even give you the fuck-flu again. I tell him to fuck me and knock me up again. I quickly grab the poppers and take several deep hits knowing it’s been a while since anyone this big and hard has bred me. Spitting again on my hole Tom then steadily enters my ass. His girth is huge, and I feel my hole is stretching to the point of tearing again until the pain quickly turns to pleasure. He’s slowly rotating his hard cock around my hole hitting every side of my fuck chute. I feel a burn as the PA is clearly scratching my already abused anal cannel. He doesn’t slow down but just keeps pushing in and I feel him pass my prostate making my cock start leaking. Tom pulls out a bit leaving his cockhead in me. He tells me, you know I understate it in my profile, but my cock is closer to 10 1/2 inches when I’m hard and my loads are triple the volume of most guys. You better take a couple hits for what comes next. Getting excited, I take three deep popper hits in each nostril when he grabs my waist and then pounds back in. He’s quickly thrusting in and out as the rush hits me. I guess with the joint and alcohol, I’m flying high and I’m leaking like a faucet as he pummels my prostate. With an animalistic urgency he’s piston driving deeper with every stroke. As he’s slamming into me his assault gets even harder and deeper. He’s slamming away and I feel him breach my second hole as he drives all the way to the hilt. His balls are now slapping into my ass he repeatedly bottoms out and I’m consumed by lust. My brain fires back on, demanding to be bred harder. I’m soon pounding back into him as he repeatedly pulls out and slams back in my hole. He continues the assault for another fifteen minutes. I’m not sure where he gets the stamina but he’s now long dicking me and we’ve both broken out into a heavy fuck sweat. I’ve turned into nothing but a hole needing to be destroyed and yell for him to dump his potent seed in me. The constant pressure on my prostate demands I release my load. I start coming with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Regardless of my hole getting destroyed, my ass clamps on his cock, and he screams “Fuck take my load” as he spasms volley after volley after volley of his toxic cum into me. His whole body is spasming as he continues to cum with an almost freaky amount of ejaculate. Even after cumming with such a huge load, Tom’s still rock hard. As his shaking subsides he then gently starts slow fucking me. He slowly pushes his load deeper into me. and is stirring his load back and forth from side to side making sure his DNA finds a receptive home. He pulls out and I feel completely empty and can feel cum leaking onto my balls. Tom then has his tongue back at my hole and is lapping up the cum. After a bit he turns me over squeezing my mouth open a slowly drools a huge slightly pink load into my mouth. I can taste my ass, his cum and the unmistakable tinge of copper where he tore up my hole. Tom tells me to swallow and not to worry as we are just getting started. _____________________ As these events are replaying in my mind, I'm getting really turned on recalling this awesome weekend. And yes the weekend is just getting started. Guys, I appreciate any feedback on what you think about this story goes and if it gets you turned on.

Part 1 I needed a change of scenery. I’d recently tested positive, and it seemed like I needed to start a new chapter in life. While I loved Chicago and had a killer high rise condo overlooking the lake I really hated the frigid winters. It meant I’d probably miss my poz daddies; Jason and Paul, (see my prior storyline) but Arizona was calling me with it’s warmth and sunshine. My firm acquired a boutique company in Phoenix and wanted me to lead the team there and to integrate that office into the portfolio. I jumped at the chance, accepted the offer and then sold my place at a huge profit. Salivating at how far my money would go, I found an amazing home in the foothills overlooking the valley. It was a completely private, desert modern architecture home, with walls of glass. The great room, dining, kitchen and master suite all spill out into a lavish backyard with indoor/outdoor living, a guest casita and an infinity edge pool with endless views. I was quickly imagining the pool filled with naked men and envisioning hosting some great poz fuck-fests. I’m slammed at work putting in 12–14-hour days nonstop. True to form, the POZ DNA flowing through me has me noticing every guys bulge as they walk through the office. I can’t seem to get any free time to seek out dick and don’t dare hit up any of these men at work. I got home late that Friday evening but actually have decided I can take the weekend off. I’ve been hitting the typical apps but I can’t seem to find any poz tops posting much. If some guy does chat they then seem to disappear as we get ready to close the deal. Frustrated, I then decide, fuck it, I’m going to need to hire a guy. I need to get some poz cum in my ass and hopefully be able to flip and help a stud get recharged as well. I open a gay escort app and start scrolling the ads when I see one that my cock says I need to check out. I like men to look real and have an edge to them. As I pull up the guy’s profile I see this mature stud leaning on the hood of a cherry red Dodge Charger Hellcat. His profile is titled DangerousTop69 and he’s online now. His profile says he’s 53, 6’ 2”, 205 lb.’s, is mostly bald, with a tight beard, and a decent body. He’s got a huge bulge in his black slacks. Tattoos cover most of his arms but they look different than most with not a great deal of ink and roughly drawn. His shirt is strategically open and he sports just the right amount of light chest hair. I scroll through the profile which says he’s Top/Vers, has an 8” cock, and only plays raw. His ad claims he can stay hard for hours and is a heavy cummer and able to cum multiple times. His hashtags, say #Breeder, #Spit Play, #Rough, #Raw, #Multiple Cummer, #Group sessions Best, and the final one reads #Pozitive Experience. The Heath Status line is blank and I’m thinking, this is promising. As I scroll through the photos, his naked photos are definitely hot and has me slowly stroking my dick. He’s got a biohazard tattoo on his left obliques alongside the happy trail leading to his cock. The next pic is of his penis which has a heavy gauge PA and then a scorpion tattoo running down his shaft with the stinger dripping red drops. He then has a pic where he’s spreading his slightly hairy ass, showing an enticing hole and a taint piercing. I’m so fucking turned on and need this stud. I click on his contact info which shows his Phone #. I immediately text him saying, I just saw your ad on the app and I’ve got to have the cock tearing up my ass. Almost immediately he asks me what I’m looking for and I till him I’m an unmedicated raw bottom/verse, into to oral, getting spit on/in, getting skull fucked, love eating ass and getting rimmed. I tell him I’m recently poz and that I love poz cum up my ass. I need to get fucked and will flip if he’s wants me to. He responds back, commenting I seem like a hot guy. He shares that he’s been off his meds for two years and has an extremely high viral load. He asks if I’m looking for tonight and lets me know his rate. I tell him I’m good for a full evening if he’s available and I soon give him my address. He says he should be here in about 45 minutes, giving me time to get cleaned up and prepared. After a quick shower, I throw on tight boxer briefs and t-shirt, grab some poppers and towels and set them next to the outdoor sofa by the pool. I turn on the pool lights, switch on the waterfall and heat the hot tub. Dimming the interior lights I pour myself a 32 yr old scotch as the door bell rings. Opening the door, I’m met by this tall stud, nicely dressed in a tight black shirt, form fitting high end slacks and gloss polished dress shoes. He pulls me into a hug and introduces himself as Tom. Holy fuck he’s even hotter in person. I offer him a drink and he tells me whatever I’m having is fine . He’s quickly drawn to the pool and the night view of the valley. We end up on the outdoor couch enjoying the view. He asks if I mind him lighting a joint and I tell him only if he shares. We take a couple hits and are soon feeling a nice buzz. He notices my glass is now empty and offers to get the bottle to refill my glass. My eyes follow his tight ass in the slacks and his confident strut as he returns with the bottle pouring each of us a generous portion. I comment on his style and share it’s rare to see a dude looking so refined on an out call. He share’s he likes making a positive impression and getting dressed up for new clients. Tom tells me he just started doing this a couple months ago and his prior circumstances didn’t really allow dressing up and he feel’s much sexier doing so. Taking a couple more hits, we’re sitting there chilling back and enjoying each others company. He’s stroking my legs and lets his hand brush up lightly on my cock which has definitely got me hard. Tom states he needs to get more comfortable and stands up. He slowly unbuttons his shirt letting it fall open to show his chest and pulls his belt off which he places around my chest and pulls me into him. I bury my face into his chest and am soon nibbling on his nipples. Hearing a soft groan, I’m assuming he’s enjoying the attention. He pushes me back, then continues slowly undressing by removing the shoes and then slowly unzipping the fly and allowing the slacks to fall. He’s now standing there in a tight pair of grey designer trunks. He says I must like what I’m seeing as I clearly have a wet spot from my cock leaking. Appraising this hot man, I comment on his tats which cover his arms, chest and legs. I share that I’ve never seen this type that look like hand drawn crude outlines. He looks deeply into my eyes and says well you seem cool and I want to be honest. I got these all in prison over the past 15 years. Slightly taken aback, I hesitate but then smile as I tell him that is fucking hot. Relieved, he confirms that I’m cool and asks if I really like it a little rough. Confirming his question, Tom then straddles me on between his knees and leans into me for a deep kiss. We’re soon devouring each other’s mouths and exploring deeply with our tongues. Hot passion is building as we keep deep kissing every once in a while he pulls back a bit and spits in my mouth. I replying with a low moan and we continue for a good ten minutes. Pulling aside, Tom, pushes me back, pulls my T-shirt off, followed by my briefs. Tom then pulls his trunks off releasing his hard cock. It’s definitely 8 1/2” if not more, hard as steel and precum is leaking from his slit. He yanks me up from the couch and pushes me to my knees; even with his cock. Sitting back down on the couch he looks at me and yells, suck it slut. My mouth slowly takes in his hard rod as my tongue plays with his head. I’m soon working up a good rhythm taking more of him. While I’m taking it slow, he’ll have none of that. He thrusts his hands on the back of my head as he stands up and begins to skull fuck me. I start to gag as he pulls me deeper. I’m struggling and he pulls off as he sees me turning red. As I’m catching my breath, he then grabs my face holding my mouth open and says I must need more lube. He hawks up and then delivers a heavy load of spit into my mouth. Swallowing I say yes sir that must be it, as he then delivers several more shots of snot into my willing mouth. Now don’t forget to breathe through your nose like a good hole, he demands. He then grabs the poopers and shoves them under my nostrils as I take several deep huffs. As the rush hits me, Tom slams his cock into my open mouth and quickly slides down my throat. He again starts a deep skull fuck and continues pounding into my mouth repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. After a few minutes of this attack he pulls out with his cock covered in my throat juice and drool. He states it’s time for this cock to be in your ass. I reply, please sir breed me with your toxic cum.

People usually forget that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on December 25th. Growing up in a Catholic household, that was drilled into my brain. I had grown up in a white collar family just outside of St. Louis and knew the importance of family, friends, and obedience (at least how my parents thought I should be.) I had no idea that this one Christmas would change the trajectory of my life forever. Growing up I wasn’t anyone special. My love of books and music didn’t do much to help me develop muscle, but an insane mother made sure I didn’t put on weight. A 6’2” skinny twink with brown hair and grey eyes wasn’t anything devastatingly beautiful, but I wasn’t horrible either. My glasses made me look smart, and I had a bad habit that most tall and gangly people have of hunching over to make myself seem smaller. My friends all called me Jordy, and I was lucky this year because my eighteenth birthday fell on the same day as Thanksgiving. I did alright in school and had plans to major in psychology once I graduated high school. My other siblings were all younger, two brothers and a sister. My parents had been together for twenty years at this point and were making ends meet, though they were becoming increasingly religious and conservative. I had realized my sexuality when I was in the fourth grade and the boys were talking about the girls in ways that I knew I thought about the boys. Being artistic didn’t do anything to temper the teasing, and my friends had always been girls until I was a sophomore in high school. Chett was a hunk of a man and a year ahead of me in school. As cliché as it is to say, he was the star soccer player who somehow managed to be at home with the jocks, get good grades, and have everyone fall in love with him. I certainly wasn’t immune to his spell, and after being assigned a locker next to his at the beginning of the year, we started talking regularly. He seemed effortlessly beautiful — the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; his hair was always perfect, his posture was immaculate, and he managed to utterly charm me from the moment he spoke. He seemed to have always had a girl on his arms while prowling the halls in school, but when we met up it was just the two of us. I didn’t question his motives — he couldn’t be gay, anyway. We stayed friends during the rest of his time in high school and even kept in touch when he went off to play soccer in college at Columbia. Before Chett left for college, we made a pact to stay in each other’s lives. I kind of let my side of that bargain down a bit when the pressure of applying for colleges, competing for scholarships, and the academic load in school got to be a lot. I managed to follow along with his soccer season, thought, and was pleased that he got some significant playing time as a freshman. We promised each other that we would meet up while he was home for the holidays. We finally caught up with each other by texting all through Thanksgiving. He and some of his friends were staying in New York for the parade while I was stuck in Missouri. I spent the entire day glued to my phone bantering with him about everything. It was after I had been stuffed with turkey and off to bed when I got a message from him. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN I AM HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I HAVE SO MUCH TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP WITH AND HAVE A GIFT I WANT TO GIVE YOU, TOO! His message did something to me inside — the fact that he still cared about me and made me feel special was something that I couldn’t really believe. I sent back a text in reply: THAT MEANS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO. I WILL NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE YOU, TOO. His response was the last message I got before falling asleep that night: DON’T WORRY, I KNOW THAT SEEING YOU WILL BE ALL THE GIFT I NEED. * * * * * * Leading up to the holidays, it was even more hectic than usual. My parents were going all out to make this the “last Christmas all the kids are together” a special treat. I thought I had been busy with school before, but now I was trying to cram in scholarship applications with baking cookies with my mother, decorating the house, hanging lights with my dad and just generally running around in last minute preparation. Chett stayed in touch trying to set up a time to get together, and eventually we landed on after Midnight Mass Christmas Day. Christmas Eve was crazy as usual with lots of extended family over, big meal, and general frivolity. At ten-thirty I got up to head to church to sing with the choir while the rest of my family piled into their pew at eleven to listen to the prelude music. We sang for Midnight Mass, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and the rest of the family got ready to go. I caught my mom as she was about to get in the car, “Hey, my friend Chett is back from college and is wondering if we can hang out for a bit tonight. I’m amped up from performing and am not really tired.” She seemed exhausted and distracted and just said, “Fine, just remember that you have to be awake tomorrow morning to do presents at 9:00.” I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she shut the door and drove away. My phone was in my hand before I could blink and I typed out: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I got an immediate reply: COME TO FIELD FOUR AT THE OLD RIVERFRONT PARK. It was a short three minute drive to the deserted park grounds at the riverfront. Field four was the largest of the soccer pitches where Chett had played his games in high school. I could barely make out a tall figure at center field when I parked my car and pulled on a jacket to fend off the cool breeze on this unseasonably warm Christmas. Chett must have heard the car door slam because he whipped around and started sprinting toward me. We caught each other in a massive embrace and all the butterflies I kept in my chest took flight. After holding each other for what felt like minutes we pulled away and looked at each other in the faded light of the lamps on the perimeter fence. “Fuck, you look amazing!” Flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And he did. College had agreed with Chett and he seemed to be more of a man than he was before he left. His body a little harder, more angular. His hair was still perfectly coiffed, but a little longer. Some rebellious studs glinting in the dim lights in his ears. I really couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Haha! You look just the same — how you don’t put on weight, I will never know.” I saw his eyes rake my body hidden under my jacket and dress slacks. “Up you get!” I was taken by surprise when Chett lunged for my legs and effortlessly picked me up and carried me back onto the field into the center circle. I kept giggling and couldn’t help feel a bit overwhelmed by this incredible specimen who wanted to spend time with me. What I could give him in friendship, I really didn’t know. Instead of putting me back down feet-first onto the grass, he spun me around and cradled me in a position almost like I was being dipped at a dance. My eyes widened in surprise as I caught a hungry, yet tender gleam in his eyes, framed by his glorious hair before he leaned down and planted his lips firmly on mine. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have completely collapsed in a puddle on that field. Instead, he held me tight as the most beautiful boy I had ever known gave me my first kiss. My body short-circuited and I was feeling completely overwhelmed. Our lips working together, parting to allow our tongues to dance — it all seemed so natural and so all-consuming. After what felt like days of being in each other’s embrace, we came up for air and I searched his eyes for an explanation. “Don’t worry about it Jordy,” he said. “I have been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you trying to stuff your backpack into that locker your first day of sophomore year. I hadn’t ever thought about anyone like that before, and I was just worried that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I came out and asked.” My brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened, and the thought that he wanted me just couldn’t compute. “You’ve wanted me for years?” “Yeah, I didn’t really know how to say it when we were in high school and I was so worried about being judged by the other guys on the team. So I didn’t say anything until I got to college. When I was there, the first few days of practice I saw that the guys just didn’t give a shit and they wanted us all to be happy. When you were so busy, I knew I couldn’t add any pressure on your life, so I met up with a few guys off the apps and started exploring.” I was looking at Chett with a whole new light. This man had gone from being cool and attractive to being so sexy I couldn’t stand it. “Wow! Sounds like college has been a great experience for you so far!” “I can’t really complain. I have learned a lot about myself and feel like I’m ready to be out there in public as the full me.” I craned my neck up to kiss him. “You have no idea how long this has been a dream of mine that I thought would never come true.” Chett’s eyes glinted at my admission. “Well, I have to give you your Christmas gift, then!” In another amazing display of athletic prowess, he flipped my body over and slowly lowered me down onto all fours. Without any ceremony (or care for the poor button on my trousers) he pulled my pants and underwear over my ass and down to my knees, exposing the skin on my back and my raging hard cock to the cool night air. I inhaled instinctively with the temperature change and unsure how to react. That quickly melted away, however, when I felt something warm and wet begin to probe the crack hiding my hole. I was gurgling nonsense sounds as Chett slowly plied my cheeks apart and began licking and slobbering all over my puckering hole. If I hadn’t known before, it was this moment that I realized that this man could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be more than happy to oblige. As his mouth and tongue made slurping noises and I felt the area between my cheeks becoming slick with spit, another jingling sound of a belt being loosened joined the chorus. I am about to get fucked, I realized. A switch flipped in my brain and I leaned the front of my chest down to the grass and felt a state of total euphoria and relaxation take over my body. As that sensation swept down my spine, I could feel my ass unclench and allow Chett’s tongue deeper access to the inside of my hole. With a little whimper, I felt him tear his face away and heard more jingling as he took his pants off over his shoes and tossed them outside the circle. One more trickle of spit I felt as I heard him slowly jerk himself off. When the head of his penis finally hit the crack of my ass, it didn’t feel right. It felt heavy and cold. I heard a little amused huff from behind me, “looks like you found out where my other piercing is.” Fuck, he had a piercing in his dick?!?! What the hell did that look like? I tried to turn my head to look back at him, and all I saw was the root of his dick disappearing into trimmed pubes and a maniacal expression on his face as he gently rocked his dick up and down my ass crack. “Do you want me to give you my gift?” I kept whimpering because I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in this moment. “Yes, if you take my virginity in exchange.” That did something to him and he switched from teasing me to starting to push himself inside. I wish that I could claim to be an incredible bottom and say how easy it was that he was able to slide right in, but my hole was not that experienced. I felt his Prince Albert piercing stretch my hole to the breaking point before the head of his dick was in me, and several seconds of panicked panting took over until he rubbed my back and commanded me to take deep breaths. He continued to invade my hole and the stretching and small pops of pain continued until he was completely buried and I could feel his pubes itching my taint. I had never felt so accomplished as having taken this boys’s entire cock. I was flushed with the thought that we were physically linked in this moment, and the emptiness when he started to pull out made me meow in disappointment. He huffed another amused breath, “don’t worry, I am just about to show you what being fucked feels like.” He suddenly threw his weight on top of me, causing his dick to be firmly planted past my second hole as I screamed — my body was completely overwhelmed with sensation as I was slammed flat onto the grass. From that moment on, it was a sprint of breathless fucking for what seemed hours. The prone position meant his dick was jackhammering my prostate while he was practically performing pushups over my back. Beads of sweat slid across my body under my clothes and I felt my head being peppered with sweat from his body towering above me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment. After what could only have been a few minutes Chett’s huffing became faster and his thrusts less regular and feeling almost desperate. His growls in my ear were replaced with higher pitched, breathy tones of, “oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this?” All I could respond was earnestly nodding, not trusting my breath to make any sound. My poor dick was overstimulated between the grass tickling it and my prostate being pounded, and I felt the orgasm wash over me without even a helping hand. He kept pounding away for a couple of more seconds while his cock seemed to expand inside of me before he thrust deeper into me than he had before and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsing in my hole of what had to be a record number of cumshots while he felt limp and spent above me. After recovering enough control so that I could speak again, I turned my head to look at the side of Chett’s face as he lay across my back and just whispered, “I think I love everything about you.” I could feel the corners of his mouth tick up as he grinned and began to raise himself off of me, slowly extricating his cock from my hole. I started to sit up, but before I could he thrust two fingers in my hole and turned me around to sit on them, before laying me on my back and teasing the tip of his cock against my lips. As if it were trained into me, I opened my mouth and began to suckle the head of his dick. The PA made things a bit tricky, especially since it seemed to have some pointy balls on the end, but I did my best to clean him up, tasting cum for the first time. His fingers hurt so good while I licked his shaft and his balls, and when I had finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and thrust them into his mouth. “Mmm! Your hole is so tasty!” He reached out and helped me to my feet. It was the first time that I had seen the lower half of his body naked, and I looked on in shock. I knew I couldn’t deep throat him because he was girthy, but I had no idea how long his dick was. . . It had to have been at least nine inches semi-hard and the PA glinted off the tip of his cock looking as thick as my pinky. I was in utter shock as he turned and showed off his impressive ass while he retrieved his pants. After tucking everything back into its place, he came over and took my hand, lifting me off the grass and spinning me around for a kiss. The faintest hint of metallic taste lingered in his mouth as we made out. He kept his right hand firmly planted in my left while he helped me pull up my pants over my spent dick and helped me straighten my hair. “I hope that we can see a lot more of each other before I have to leave town to get back to school. I just want you to know that I feel deeply about you and hope that you feel the same about me.” Considering the state I was in, I didn’t feel that I could trust myself to speak, so I tried to put all my words into a kiss. Breaking apart, I found my voice and said, “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, and what we did tonight will always be sacred.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Chett’s response was to pull me in tightly for a hug, “You’re going to be changed by this forever. I know that we have a great future together.” We walked back to our cars feeling content and fucked-out. Before we pulled away, we shared one last kiss with the promise to be in touch later in the day. As I got into the car and started it, I saw that it was just before three in the morning. Sneaking back into the house was easy, and a gentle shower got rid of the sweat and most of the body fluids that clung to my mouth and legs. I thought about trying to empty my guts, but decided against it. I thought it would be kinky going to sleep with a little part of Chett still inside. I crashed onto my bed and fell immediately asleep so I missed the text from Chett before waking up for presents. It simply read: MORE TO CUM 😜

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 had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

When dealing with sex, it can happen. Even if, let me say, I really don't understand the reason why they block! If you're nervous just let it go, maybe uninstall the app, deactivate notifications, and go! I'm one who believes in communication between both parties but often when it deals with occasional sex, it's frequent to treat others just as a penis and an anus, not as a person who expects (or must give) some kind of loyalty. That's why I don't like those apps and this idea of finding sex, I'm a person with my beliefs and prefer communication in any case. Never propose to meet in-person when I don't seriously want to.

From what I can find, most of these new laws just require ID verification of adult status for adult sites. Not an actual blocking of the sites, but a condition that you will be restricted if you do not meet. So no, I won't be contributing to fight this at all, since it's being misrepresented by both sides. Require id verification, for example a one cent charge or something (just an example) to verify. As much as people dislike it, it is a reasonable and expected response. Denying the fact that porn has been far to easy to access for kids is lunacy, I was watching online porn on windows 98 with dialup.....its been an issue for as long as the internet has been accesable to the masses. This isn't a fight between me and other ppl, I don't really care what people here think if my take because clearly ppl have lost their minds with all this idealogical nonsense. I'm an adult, I can access porn no problem. I have no issues with these laws. It being an inconvenience isn't enough for me. People love regulation until it affects them personally..... Queue redditor style responses that I'll never read.

I wish you a happy new bb year 2025 🌈💦☣️☣️😋

Near Home—December, 2023 Part Two: In the Gay Theatre (This picks up where we left off in the last post.) As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre. He is just sitting down, in the corner, to the left of the open cocksucker’s seat. Of course, I sit there. I look around. There is a burly white guy, around 35, in front of the college kid. Two older men are against the opposite wall, sitting and staring at the ass fucking on the screen. Cute College Kid undoes his pants. He is rock hard. It is not a big dick, but a pretty one. I take out my cock, too. The burly guy hears the fabric rustling and the zipper on CCK and throws us a glance. He nods at us and turns back to the video. I look over at CCK. He is jerking. Hard and fast. Looking at me not the video. He smiles. I do the same. He turns to the video, so we watch it for a bit. We happen to glance at each other at the same time. He looks away, then back at me, laughing under his breath. I smile and stand up. He spreads his legs invitingly—he wants my mouth on his drooling cock. I kneel and take his full length deep into my throat. He gasps and touches my chin, silently asking me to get off him for a moment. I do. And go to his balls. They are tight to his body, but hairier than I expect. I lick and suck, until he touches my shoulder, signaling I can suck him again without the fear of instant ejaculation. I stay on his cock head for a long time. Lapping up all his pre-cum. Only then do I take him all the way down into my throat again. He sighs. I come up for air and do it again. Once more he touches me, silently pleading to not make him blow his load. I stand up. My cock swinging. He reaches up, grabs it at the base and guides it into his open mouth. He is all about the tongue—and it feels terrific. He starts to jerk as he sucks me, then takes his hand away from his own cock. Now he is taking two-thirds of my length down his throat. He chokes on it, pulls off me, spits on my cock and does it again. It’s hot as fuck. Suddenly he stops. He indicates he wants to stand. I move back and let him. He proceeds to strip naked, down to athletic socks. He sits again and does the same choking routine, but now he lets the deep throat spittle cascade down his thin, but surprisingly heavily tattooed, chest. He pulls off me again. This time he spreads his legs. He wants more of my mouth. I kneel. I lick up all the precum that has oozed out each time he’s choked on my dick. I suck him for a moment, but quickly move to his balls. I want this to last. With him naked, I can work my tongue under them. I lick there—and start the trek down his quite hairy perineum. He slumps backward giving me better access. I coat all of it with my spit. I am only a millimeter from my tongue being in his ass. I have wanted to rim him from the moment we met months ago. And now…I hesitate. His hand touches my head. Giving me permission to lick his hole. My tongue brushes across it. He gasps. I burrow in. Now he groans. His ass tastes of soap and new sweat. I can’t stop licking and spitting and tongue fucking his hole. I only stop rimming him when he needs to readjust his position on the chair. I realize I’ve been on my knees for a long time and get up and sit in my chair. Our sex has caused the burly guy to unzip and stroke. CCK lets me catch my breath for a moment, then comes over and kneels, naked but for socks, between my legs. He sucks me again. When he comes up for air, he looks at Burly Guy over his shoulder. He crawls across the floor to suck him, his naked butt pointed right me. I get up. I kneel to the side of him and lean over so I can rim him again while he gives the guy head. His hole is responding. And opening. I eat him out for a long time before I ask “Do you want my dick?” My voice sounds loud in the small room. CCK pulls off the beer can of a dick he is sucking. “Yeah, just not all the way in.” I lube up, while going back to rimming him open. “I want to see your cock in him,” Burly Guy grunts out. I move around behind him. My cock slaps the upturned ass. “Fuck him good,” Burly Guy says. “Give him two dicks at once.” My head pops in. His hole welcomes me. I can feel him open it up for my girth. The exact opposite of the guy I’d fucked an hour before. I slide in. When my cock is just over halfway into him, I can feel that I am at the bend, the second hole, on this small framed young man. I poke at it, carefully, then pull back and just fuck him with my most of my dick. He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. When I really pick up the pace, he stops sucking, giving Burly Guy a wet hand job, with his mouth gasping for breath. I slow down. Once again, I explore this second hole with my cock head. “Don’t go deeper.” I grunt and go back to fucking with just most of my dick buried in him. He goes back to sucking. He looks incredibly hot with two large cocks in him at the same time. One of the older men on the other side of the room stands up, huffs and walks out of the room, letting the door slam. CCK pulls off me and stands up. He sits back in his chair, panting. I look over at him. He grins—not upset at all. I lean forward and sample Burly Guy’s cock. It is incredibly thick. I can’t possibly cover my canines and suck him properly. He pats my head and calls me a pig. I go down to his sweaty balls and lick them, while he jerks his cock. It does the trick. He shoots—into a handkerchief. He uses it to mop up as I sit back on my seat. He leaves. So does the other older guy. We are alone. “I have wanted to eat your ass from the day we met.” He smirks at me. “You do that really well.” He looks down and then back up at me. “I only cleaned out for a normal sized guy. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.” “Another time,” I tell him. “Will you do me a favor?” He knows I will, but it’s nice to be asked. “Sure.” “I want you to jerk off on my cock, so I can use your cum to shoot.” I nod, but say, “I’m not very close yet.” “Jerk it while you eat me out again…” Perfect. He slumps in the chair. He jerks. I jerk and rim his freshly fucked hole. In moments, I rear up and shoot a massive load all over his cock. He groans as his fist closes over my cum and instantly jerks himself to a load every bit as big… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two Parter: Two -- Cute College Kid Gets Naked January 13, 2024

The scent and taste make me hard.

The first time I realized that raw was law was when I was taken to this cruising spot by an older daddy and got spit roasted late at night by other older duded who stretched my hole raw. The feeling of skin to skin and feeling like true slut is what makes raw sex even better.

The fantasy is beautiful but, the reality of being a Truckies cock whore would be perfect. Always full & never having to wait for your next fucking.

You know I've sorta been pondering this the past several days. Honestly I've had my best recollections from either side of the regular/random divide. And I've had some of my worst recollections from either camp. I'm not sure it matters to me. The best ones have nothing to do with regular/random; and more to do with the feeling of energy we shared. Now, bareback vs sheathed? For me no contest, all the best were bareback. And while I think fellow poz guys seem to have the benefit that we don't really need to consider that virus as relevant to what we're up to; even then I've excellent examples from either side of the regular/random divide.... If it were possible to select both as an option that's how I would have voted.

Summer 2012 in London. The Olympics were on as I recall. Met a friend for a drink or three in Soho, and then on my way home feeling both tipsy and horny, caught a scally guy's eye standing outside a bar. I stopped, we got chatting, his name was Mikey. It was obvious the small talk was leading to one thing, and after about two minutes he said it: "you wanna suck me off for a bit?" We went into the bar's toilets, and I started sucking him off on my knees. After a few minutes he started whispering to me as I worked his shaft with mouth and throat: "wanna bareback ya, cum in your ass" Now up to that point I'd flirted with being fucked bare but had mostly used condoms. To my knowledge guys had only dipped in me bare pulled out, condom on for the rest of the fuck. No one but intimate partners had ever cum in me, and certainly not total strangers. But the rush I got as he whispered "wanna bareback ya, cum in your ass", the thrill. I completely gave in, and asked him if that's what he wanted. "Yeah" he said "I wanna bareback ya" I gave him my ass. He fucked me good, and warm, and skin on skin, riding the hardest sexual thrill I'd ever felt. And when he came inside me.... a flood of ecstasy. I never looked back. In under 30 minutes Mikey turned me into a bareback bottom, ready and willing to take loads from strangers. Never saw him again, but the gift he fucked into me that night: that unbridled, unbounded, unhinged lust for raw cock in my ass... it has never subsided. Thank you Mikey, whoever you were ❤️

Agree but, my guys are leather bikies, in uniform or cowboys. A bigger fantasy would be, in prison with the inmates & a Top Dogs bitch.

And finally, here is the picture that inspired large parts of this story. Credit to @AinPostolo 🤤 Hope that fuels your imagination and helps to free some loads! 🐷

Thankyou for the lovely comments. More to come when I feel inspired!

Timmy and Peter walked home together at the end of the day. Although the sauna was open until 10pm, it was rarely busy at that time and Bill said with a smirk he was happy to take care of any latecomers. Peter’s mother was still out, so they headed round to Timmy’s place. “Hello, you two.” Said Timmy’s mother as she opened the door and ushered them inside. “You look happy with yourself, Peter. How many cocks came up you today?” Peter flushed. He still hadn’t got used to Timmy’s mother and her involvement in their sex lives “A few” He mumbled. She laughed and smacked his fat arse. “Grandad’s in the living room. Go and say hello whilst I make some tea. If he gets in your pants just don’t drip spunk on my sofa.” They went through to the lounge. The old man was sat on the battered sofa watching horse racing on the TV. He was wearing only lounge pants and his naked torso sprouted grey hair. “Hi, lads,” He said. “Come and sit on the couch, Peter.” Peter went and sat beside him. “How’s it going, Timmy?” He said, undoing Peter’s trousers. “Alright, I guess,” Said Timmy. “It was busy today. A bloke came into fix some plumbing and ended up with Sid and Arthur’s cum up his arse!” Grandad laughed as he released Peter’s cock and began to stroke it. “Ah, well. I think I know who you mean. Was it Kevin the other guy’s partner?” As he spoke, he dipped his head and began slowly licking and sucking Peter’s little cock. Peter lay back, red faced, watching the old man’s head bobbing up and down. It was hot in the room, so Timmy stripped off his clothes and sat naked in the arm chair watching and stroking his cock. “Yes.” He said. “Took to it like a trooper. Well pregnant now I should think.” Timmy’s mum came in carrying some tea. “Crumbs,” She said, watching Grandad fellating Peter. “Can’t leave you alone for 5 minutes. Get your mouth off his cock and drink your tea.” There was a knock at the door. Timmy’s mum went down the hall and opened the door. To her surprise, it was Timmy’s maths teacher, Mr Jones. “Hello!” She said, I haven’t seen you since Timmy left school.” “Oh...hello...”He said, now a little shy. “I heard Timmy didn’t go off to college, and I wondered how..you know..how he was getting on?” She looked at the short, overweight old man with his pink face, wispy white hair and pudgy fingers tugging anxiouly at a grimey shirt cuff. She had always had her suspicions about Mr.Jones and there was something about his creepy manner which raised those thoughts again. Should she let him in? The expression on his face would be priceless. “Timmy is here with his friend, Peter. Why don’t you come in? Mind you, you will have to take us as you find us!” She took his coat and he waddled off down the hall. As she hung it up, she heard him say “Oh my!” in a high pitched, lispy voice. In the living room, Peter was now naked and kneeling on the sofa being none too gently buggered by Grandad who stood behind him. “Who...who’s..this then?” He gasped. Timmy’s mother took in the open-mouthed old teacher as he saw the big cock sliding in and out of the fat upraised backside and said. “Here’s Mr.Jones come to see how you are getting on, Timmy” Mr Jones glanced across, and did another double take as he saw his former pupil naked and stroking a rather stiff erection. “Wow!” Timmy sat forward, grabbing his tee-shirt and hiding his cock. “ Wh...what are you..doing here?” Mr Jones couldn’t speak. His mouth was dry, and his trousers were uncomfortably tight with the sight and smell of sweaty sex before him. “Would you like some tea?” She asked sweetly, “I’m sure grandad won’t be long. Timmy, put down that silly shirt and come and give me a hand.” Timmy slowly dropped his tee shirt and stood up. His cock was ramrod stiff and Mr Jones almost reached out to touch it as Timmy went past and into the kitchen. “Nice of you to..oof that’s soft...to come round, Mr Jones.” Said Grandad, sweat dripping on to the upraised buttocks “ Can you ...oh yes...stay long?” Mr Jones licked his lips “Well...I...I don’t want to intrude” Grandad shook his head “No bother.. oh yeah I’m definitely cumming!” He gave a gasp and his wrinkled buttocks quivered as he shot into Peter’s bottom. “Thats better!” He gasped stepping back until his wet, slimey cock fell out of the arsehole followed by a drool of sperm. Mr. Jones felt his heart miss a beat as he saw the sperm rimmed hole. He’d been fucked bareback! “erm… isn’t that rather...you know..risky?” He said, nodding at Peter’s dripping hole. “Well, now..”said Grandad. “You might be right. But that’s what an arsehole is for – to be bred and filled with poz babies. Peter here is already pregnant, aren’t you lad?” Peter looked over at Mr. Jones, wriggled his fat bottom and said “Hello Mr. Jones, remember me?” “Oh my.” Mr. Jones felt himself sliding into a situation which scared him, but which he also felt a growing craving to take further. He really should go, these people were depraved. But he couldn’t go, he felt too excited, too drawn like a moth to a flame. “You look like you need to sit down.” Said Grandad. He took Mr Jones hand and guided him over to the sofa, sitting him down between himself and Peter. “So, you taught these two young men maths?” He said, putting his hand onto the teachers thigh. “Y..yes..”He said, his eyes drawn to Peter’s little cock which was standing up from his belly. “What’s your first name, mate?” Said grandad, beginning to pull at his belt and undo his fly. “James...Jim..”Said the teacher. Grandad had his belt open and pulled down the zip. His big belly billowed out and his cock made a tent of his underpants. “Well now, Jim, lets just slip these down, shall we?” Grandad tugged at his trousers and pants and slipped them down to his ankles. Jim closed his eyes as his cock was exposed to their gaze. It was small and wrinkled and only just stood out from his thighs “Ah, here’s the tea.” Timmy’s mother appeared with a tray which she put on the table. “Do you take sugar?” She asked. Grandad’s hand had slipped beneath the teacher’s ample bottom and was probing his hole. It must have been wet with something because it slipped inside “yes please...oooh..ooh.”His eyes widened as the finger slid sensuously in and out of his hole. “Mr. Jones name is Jim” said Peter. “Well don’t mind me.” She said, sitting in a chair and raising her cup. Timmy had returned and stood behind the sofa. Grandad looked up and winked at him, nodding at his cock and then at Jim. “How are things at the school? He undid Jim’s shirt and took it off, revealing a flabby pink torso with big brown nipples. “F..fine..it’s end of term now...”blushing furiously at being naked in front of Timmy’s mother. “That’s good.” said Grandad, “ Now just turn round and kneel on the sofa. That’s right, show us your lovely arsehole. Beautiful” Jim found himself kneeling on the sofa, bottom sticking out and face to face with Timmy’s erect cock. “Isn’t it lovely?” whispered Grandad, carefully smearing lube over Jim’s arsehole. “I bet you didn’t know he’d grown into such a big one. Why don’t you hold it?” Jim reached out and held the quivering, stiff flesh and knew he was lost. He knew what he wanted which was to feel this wonderful cock inside him. “He’s poz, like me and Peter,” Grandad whispered in his ear. “Does that make you want it in you more?” Jim groaned and lowered his head. He couldn’t speak. He could call a halt. He could leave. But the thought of taking Timmy’s cock and in front of his mother was breathtaking. Grandad nodded his head and Timmy went round behind the big bottom of his old teacher. He pushed his cock at the pink slit and the head slid inside Jim raised his head and his eyes went wide. What was he doing! This was madness! “Easy,” said Grandad. “Just let him put it inside you and see how it feels. Here, try this.” He produced a brown bottle and unscrewed the cap. “Wha..what is it?” “Just something to help you relax. Sniff” Jim took an experimental sniff and felt his head swim and his body melting. “Oh gosh!” He said. As he spoke, Timmy slid his cock fully up into Jims arse, smiling across at his mother who mouthed “naughty boy!” at him. The teacher’s arse was hot, wet and tight and Timmy knew he wouldn’t last long. “There now,” whispered Grandad. “Isn’t that nice? Do you want him to stop?” Jim was overcome. The cock sliding in and out felt so wonderful, so right and the poppers made him want to stretch his hole even wider. He just sagged and closed his eyes as Timmy fucked him. His thrusts were getting harder and his cock was throbbing. “Do you want him to stop, Jim? Or do you want him to shoot his poz cum in you and give you a baby? Jim gave a little sob. He had a vision of himself kneeling being fucked by Timmy and what was going to happen. Yet it felt so right, as if the most natural thing in the world was he should be impregnated by this young man. “Yes please” He whispered back. Grandad nodded at Timmy who was pleased to be able to let go at last. He thrust in further, feeling his cock throb, his balls tighten, then he was spurting, spurting into the hot wet hole. Jim felt Timmy orgasm deep inside him and knew he was being filled with tainted sperm as grandad kissed his cheek and whispered “welcome to the club, Jim.” When Timmy finished, he pulled out slowly so only a drool of cum leaked out. Timmy’s mum got to her feet and picked up a towel from the tray. She wiped Jim’s arse with it and said “ Well now, I expect you could use some more tea, eh Jim?”

Blow bang bukkake starts today at noon….cleared schedule thru new years…high hopes for big numbers!

Part 5 I was floating in the clouds, but I knew that Papi was fucking me. So whose cock is this? "Nice bottom you got here Joe," the stranger said. "Damn, his eyes are huge. How fucked up is he?" "Hey Mark, this bottom slut is Kevin. We have been smoking for a few hours now and he drank a healthy load of chempiss." "Fuck! You found yourself a pig in the making. Hey boy, open up and suck my cock." Mark was tapping his cock against my lips before I opened up. He had a huge mushroom head that barely fit in my mouth. As he slid in, his shaft stretched open my mouth like I was trying to shove a beer can in. I barely kept my teeth off his cock as he hit my throat and stopped. He had to be over 8 inches as I could still see a good amount of dick not in my mouth. He slid back out and rubbed his cock all over my lips and face, spreading his precum around. I eagerly stuck out my tongue trying to taste his precum. It was salty and a similar bitter taste as Papi's piss. "Fuck I might have to give him a load of chempiss as well when I get done fucking his holes." "Use him, he's just a hole," Papi said. They got in a rhythm fucking my ass and mouth. Mark steadily worked on my deep throating, sliding his cock in as far as he could before I gagged. I understood that if I didn't want to choke, I needed to breathe through my nose and hold it as he slide in. I felt my throat fully accept his cock as his hairy balls bounced off my chin. Burning my nose in his pubes, all I could smell was his sweat and musk. It was intoxicating and drove me to suck harder. This went on until I could hear Papi grunting behind me, "fucking take that cum boy." His hips slammed into mine on his final thrusts before he buried his cock in my ass, depositing his seed inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me as his cock pulse out the last drops. It didn't feel as big as the last time, but it was cum in my ass and I loved it. "Lube up that hole for my fat cock," Mark said. "I'm dying to get in there and stretch him out." Pulling his cock out of my throat, a thick strand of spit still connected us. Papi grunted, still catching his breath as he pulled his half hard cock from my hole. He slapped his cock on my ass a few times, making the emptiness I felt inside even more noticeable. Climbing off of me, he grabbed my feet and gave me a spin so my ass was facing Mark. "All yours buddy." Mark grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up to his cock. He thrusted up my crack a couple times to rub the excess spit onto my hole. I felt him line up his head to my hole and pop inside. I gasped at the intrusion while he slide inside with one fluid motion. I could feel my hole stretch the farther is got inside of me. His fat mushroom pushed most of Papi's cum deep. My ass was tolerating his girth thanks to the excessive finger fucking Papi gave me earlier. At this point, I was taking deep gulps trying to catch my breath from his initial entry. My prostate was tingling as his beer can pressed on it with more force than Papi. I felt him pull out, teasing my hole with his head before slamming back in. He did this for a couple minutes, pulling out completely and going balls deep. I started moaning and gasping for air as I adjusted to his cock fucking me. "While you got your mouth open boy, why don't you clean off my cock while I get us a fresh bowl." Papi's cock was half hard but so much easier to suck than Marks. As I started sucking his cock, I could taste what cum stayed on his shaft. My tongue swirled around his head trying to collect all the precum under his foreskin. My lust to have his cum took over and I started sucking his cock with vigor to get it hard again. Papi scooted forward so my nose was nestled in his pubes and his cock started filling my throat. After some twists and jerks, he settled down having grabbed his supplies and started loading the pipe. Not long after I heard the click of the torch again. Unconsciouslly I started pulling my head back as I looked up at Papi desperation in my eyes. I knew I shouldn't but I wanted that hit more than anything. Papi chuckled as he blew his hit into my face before bringing the pipe down to my lips. Mark ground his hips into me before I locked my lips onto the pipe. I tried to focus on the white clouds swirling around as he ground his hips into me. I took a deep breath in feeling my lungs expand easier as the meth rushed through me. "Hold that in and then you are going to take another hit," Papi said. The torch clicked behind me as I heard Mark take a hit. My lungs straining to hold in all the smoke but I held until Papi gave me the okay. As I exhaled, there was a warmth hitting the back of my head as Mark pulled his cock out with a pop. "Damn I gapped that hole Joe." Mark took another hit before passing the pipe and torch back to Papi. I felt him back off my ass and was confused as I thought he was going to keep fucking me. Suddenly he latched onto my ass, chewing on my hole before exhaling his hit. It felt even better than when Papi did it but I had no time to moan as the smoking pipe was thrust into my lips. He kept it up for another minute before pulling away to watch the smoke trickle out of my ass. My ass lips were swollen and purple. They throbbed as he teased his mushroom head in and out before thrusting in. After a third hit, I latched onto Papi's dick sliding straight to his pubes. Gagging slightly, I held onto the smoke as long as I could. I heard the torch click again, unsure which man had the pipe as I exhaled through my nose. The rush drove me higher and I deepthroated that cock as much as I could. Mark was ruthlessly fucking my ass as they passed the pipe back and forth. I felt small stabs of pain each time he angled his cock differently but by the third stroke I was moaning in pleasure. I lost track of time how long they where fucking me. Papi took over as I felt his hand on my head, sliding me up and down his cock. His balls tightened up, slapping my chin harder as he grunted. My head was pulled into his groin like he was trying to thrust threw my face. I tried not to gag as I felt his cock pulsing in my throat. "Fuck that feels amazing boy. Fucking breed that ass Mark, fill him up!" Mark was breathing heavily as his hips were slamming into me. His cock expanded, hardening into a steel rod. I felt my insides get pulverized with each thrust. With a final grunt, his cum shot deep into my hole and mixed with Papi's. I started feeling bloated from the volume of cum. Mark collapsed onto my back as his shots lessened in force. Papi worked his cock out of my mouth, back and forth so I could suck all his cum out. He laid back onto the pillows with a content sigh as he watched Mark keep humping my ass. I was happy feeling his hairy chest rub into my back and his hot breath on my neck. I twisted my head to look around the room for any more surprises when I caught sight of the clock. 'Oh shit,' I thought. 'Its almost 4am, where did all that time go.' A small part of my brain hoped that this was it, but the meth took over washing away any thoughts other than cock and cum. I subconsciously flexed my hole around Mark's cock and rotated my hips in small circles. His cock lost that steel edge but my movements brought him back to full hardness. "I got at least two more loads for you boy," Mark whispered in my ear as he started long dicking my hole again.

Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

random is way 🔥🔥er because of the unknown. you really have no idea what you're gonna get, just that it will be something new. additional perks are that it makes you feel more of a whore, and the risks are greater. blindfolded anon is the best imho 😈

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.

Part 4 I slept most of the day Saturday, waking up to piss sometime in the afternoon. It came out quite dark and with a different smell than usual. I figured I was dehydrated and downed another glass of water before crashing back in bed. I woke up to eat dinner as my stomach was hurting from only eating a banana for breakfast. I threw a frozen dinner in the microwave and sat down at the table to wait. Curious, I started googling tina wanting to know more about what I smoked last night. I slobbered up real quick once I realized it was short for crystal meth. I panicked, it was a dangerous drug that could affect my health. I scrolled through articles before I hit a blog by some dude talking about the affects of meth and sex. He claimed that although it was a dangerous drug, it actually enhanced experience and feelings that men received during sex. I thought to myself, if done in moderation with lots of preparation it's actually not a bad thing. I was trying to convince myself that what I had done the night before wasn't horrific and I was not an addict. I shook it off and reheated my dinner as it got cold after sitting there for a while. As I laid in bed later, I thought about last night. I had tried a few things that I no longer had to do again if I didn't want to. I didn't have to smoke meth again, I tried it and now I am done with it. Sunday passed by uneventful, did some cleaning around the apartment, got groceries and played some video games. Work was a great distraction on Monday, a good start to getting back to normal. It was Thursday night before I thought about the apps again. I probably had so many messages waiting to be read. As luck would have it, as soon as I picked up my phone a text message came through from Joe (Papi). I had forgotten he had put his number in my phone last weekend. Papi: Hey sexy, what are you up to this weekend? Me: I don't know, I haven't made any plans yet. I was debating going to a movie or something. Papi: You should come over again, someone misses you. What followed was a couple pictures of his rock hard cock from different angles. My mouth started watering a bit as I stared at each one before I finally responded back. Me: I'm not sure I should, last weekend was fun and I'm grateful for the experience. However, the smoking was to much for me so I can't come over. Papi: We don't have to smoke at all boy. You can just suck my cock and if you feel like fucking we can. We can go at whatever pace you want. Me: (completely naive) Promise? Papi: You enjoyed it last weekend, just saying. Come over and we will have some fun, no pressure to do anything. Me: ...... Me: Okay I guess. What time should I come over? Papi: 8 is fine. Park around back, there is a lot you can use so your car's not out on the street. Me: okay. I went to bed that night excited and nervous for Friday night having completely forgotten to check what other messages I may have gotten. I rushed through work on Friday and ended up getting ready to early. I cleaned out extra good just in case I decided to let him fuck me. Once it got closer to 8, I hopped in my car and started driving to his apartment. Parking was easy and I was knocking at his door before I knew it. The door cracked open for a second before opening fully to reveal Papi standing in just a jock. "Come on in, I have been so horny thinking about you." I laughed nervously "thank you." "Head on back, you remember where my bed is," he said with a slap on my ass. I noticed as soon as I got next to his bed, he already had his supplies lined up on the stand ready to go. I decided in that moment I wasn't going to smoke again, he could if he wanted to but I wasn't. "Here have a drink before we get started" he said handing me a water bottle. It was the same nasty drink as last time but stronger. I gaged after talking a large gulp. "What is that!" I exclaimed. "That's just some ghb mixed in, it helps loosen you up." Oh great, another drug that I don't know what it does. I should have known better from last time but just no smoking. The fuzzy feeling was coming back, stronger than last time. "Why don't you get undressed, I feel lonely being the only naked one here." I hadn't noticed that he had slid down his jock and was sporting a hard cock. Getting undressed was difficult as I became clumsy from the ghb I drank. While I was struggling, I heard the torch click and the sound of him taking a hit. I could feel the warm cloud being blown my way as the torch clicked again. Finally after getting my jockstrap off I turned to find him standing right behind me. He leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue in after a few seconds. His hand holding the torch gripped the back on my head as he blew a massive cloud into my lungs. "Mhmm good boy, let's get you into the clouds." I coughed a couple times exhaling his hit. "I don't want to smoke Papi," I sputtered out but that feeling of energy and horniness started coming back to me. He had already lit the pipe again, drawing in another hit and shotgunned me before I could protest furrher. After the fourth shotgun, I realized I had caved but was quickly sucked back into the the horniness that only meth could provide. He gave me the pipe and torch to start taking my own hit while he readied the bong. I only got to take two hits before he took the pipe away from me. "I knew you wanted it boy. Don't look so sad, I'm going to teach you how to take big hits off the bong. Hop up on the bed," he said. As I crawled up on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over. He got up on top of me and ground his cock into my dicklet as he started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, trying to pull him closer so I could have all of him. He worked his way down my neck, leaving me a new hickey on each side. My nipples were next as he sucked, bit and chewed on them till I was almost screaming in pain and pleasure. He slammed his mouth back against mine to shut me up while my nipples throbbed against his chest. "Come sit up here with me, I want you to blow some more clouds." As I leaned up against his headboard with all the pillows, he grabbed the bong he already had loaded with Tina from earlier. As he spoke to me, I nodded along eager to smoke more. "I'm going to show you how to breath in with this first hit and then it's all on you. Same as the pipe, start breathing once you see the smoke. The water filters some of the smoke so it's less harsh and you can take a larger hit." I don't know how much larger of a hit I can take as I already felt maxed out when I hit off the pipe. I watched as he took his hit and blew out this massive cloud at me. He then brought the bong to my mouth and coached me through. I sucked and sucked, feeling my lungs stretch to new heights. He finally took the torch away but told me to hold it. After an agonizing minute, he told me to breath and I let out a cloud where I couldn't even see him. I heard him laugh before the click of the torch and the bong was brought back to my lips. As I took this hit, he said now your going to hold this one and shotgun it to me. I was ready to burst before he pull my head to his and started a makeout that lasted a few minutes. How did I get here, I thought. This feels fucking amazing and the last fleeting thought before I gave in to the smoke was I didn't want to smoke again. He pulled me out of my thoughts when he broke the kiss and brought the bong back to my lips. I was sucking in my third massive hit when he told me this time your going to blow it out on my cock. He held the bong there for a bit longer until he saw a little smoke coming out of my nose. "Hold that smoke in boy, don't you fucking let it out." My lungs were hurting from holding in so much smoke. I quickly got on his cock and started sucking my way down. Halfway my lungs gave out and smoke started coming out my nose. His hand pushed on my head, forcing me to deepthroat his cock in one swoop. I moaned around his cock as I floated in a cloud. The pressure holding me down let up and I began to bob my head on his cock while taking in my first breathe of fresh air. While I was blowing him, Papi reached down to pull my ass closer to him so I was kneeling next to his side. I was so focused on his cock that I almost missed his finger sliding in my hole. He quickly moved to two and then three fingers, really trying to stretch my hole. I started pulling off his cock when I felt a fourth finger trying to enter my ass. His hand pressed down on my head "just relax boy, if you keep tensing up I won't be able to fuck you." It didn't make sense but the fear of not getting fucked made me try harder. I started sucking him harder while also really pushing out my ass. All four fingers slid right into my hole and Papi went to work. Twisting his hand around, wiggling his fingers, and finally shoving in until his thumb stopped him. I was shaking at this point, the unbelievable pressure I was feeling in my ass mixed with the ecstasy of sucking his cock. I would have sworn I had cum during all that action but he never acknowledged if I did. He just kept working my holes until he was ready. I first felt his cock get stiffer, then his balls tightened up before I swallowed his first shot. He was moaning telling me to take it and swallow his load. I worked hard to swallow it all and not choke on the volume of cum he was shooting. He let up on my head so I was able to pull off to nurse his head and taste his cum. It was so much better right from his cock versus fingering my ass to taste. I rested my head on his stomach, taking a few deep breaths now that I could breathe not just through my nose. I had to have been sucking his cock for an hour or so I thought. His hand stayed in my ass while his thumb was rubbing on the outside of my hole. A few minutes went by and he asked me "what kinks do you like?" "Well since this is only my second time doing anything sex wise, I guess I'm not sure. I love feeling your fingers in my ass and I guess I would like to be fisted. Not right now though! Maybe next time. I'm willing to try anything, first time for everything and how will I know unless I try it" I stammered out. "Let's try something, I've always wanted a little piggy and I have to piss real bad. Put my cock in your mouth and don't spill a fucking drop." I was nervous about what he meant but why the hell not, got to try it. I locked my lips around his cock and waited. He started slow, the piss dribbling out into my mouth before he let loose. It was strong and slightly acidic but I didn't think it was that bad. Probably all the meth I had smoked fucked up my taste buds but I started swallowing as quickly as I could. What I didn't know was that he had been smoking for a hour before I got there so I was swallowing a very potent load of chempiss. I worked to get the last few drops out of his cock before taking his cock to the root and blowing him again. I was so high that the only thing that existed to me was his cock. I did not pay attention to see him on his phone messaging someone. Afterwards, he pulled his fingers and told me to lay down. He climbed ontop of my ass and slid his semi hard cock easily into my hole. I could feel him rocking his cock in and out of my ass, being stretched out he easily gaped my hole. The torch clicked as I heard him taking a hit before feeling it being blown down towards my ass. The next hit he held onto for a second before popping his cock out and blowing it into my gaped hole. He did this a couple more times, thrusting his cock in me to open my hole up before blowing a huge cloud of tina inside. He laid down on my back thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I heard the torch again as his hips ground into me and I felt a big cloud around my head. He reached his arms around my head as he placed the pipe in my mouth and lit it. Over the next several minutes, I took 5 more hits off the pipe. I was moaning and trying to buck my hips up to get more of his cock into my hole. He whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you boy." I was confused because what could he be talking about. I laid there getting pounded for a few more minutes. The chempiss I swallowed and those hits made my high shoot right through the roof. I was a moaning, blubbering mess. The bed suddenly sank down in front of me and startled me. I clenched down on Papi's dick before I looked up to see a cock in my face.

Part 6: Plunging Deep into Depravity I let out a moan as I felt the still unseen Jordan behind me shove a few fingers into my ass, working another lump of frozen cum into my ass. Above me, Chris tucked his dick back into his leather jockstrap before taking a huge puff of his cigar and blowing it in my face. “Can you believe this cute fucker is one of my classmates?” he asked Jordan, slapping my face lightly as he expertly moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back, causing me to involuntarily open my mouth, before spitting a glob of cigar spit in my mouth. “It’s always the quiet preppy ones who turn into the biggest fucking whores, man,” Jordan replied, now working a third finger into me, really stretching my hole open, “And this prime piece of tight ass is a dream!” “Careful now,” Chris laughed, “Don't stretch him out too much or Uncle Mike will be pissed. He wants first dibs at destroying his ass.” “Don’t worry, “ Jordan replied, pulling his fingers out before shoving another cold slimy lump into my ass, “I won’t have my turn until the end. By then, he’ll be so fucked out and full of loads, my work should be fucking easy.” Turning my head slightly around, I looked at the man Jordan filling my ass with the frozen cum. He was overweight but still somewhat muscular and had a greying black mustache and bald head. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, and he was naked except for a metal chastity around his dick and a leather choker around his neck. I tried to rack my brain to figure out what he would be doing to my hole, but nothing really came to mind. Quickly I let it go, reminding myself I was going to just relax and let the night go wherever. I turned my attention back to Chris, who was now stepping back. Moving into his place was the Hispanic guy from earlier. “Can’t wait to right that cute ass there tonight,” he said, grabbing my head and bringing it down onto his quickly hardening uncut cock. I quickly understood what to do, and opened my mouth, taking him down my throat. Thankfully, Chris’ much larger cock had helped my gag reflex, and I was able to easily take him to the root. “Damn Chris, he really is a fucking talented cock sucker!” Pedro said loudly, before lighting up another Red. I took a slight look around and noticed quite a few guys standing around, each of them either playing with their dicks or with their neighbor’s. “Just don’t cum in mouth,” Chris said, smiling around the cigar as he blew another cloud at my direction, “Uncle Mike wants every first load he takes from a guy to go up his ass. He wants to make sure he gets pregnant tonight.” Leaning forward, Pedro shoved my head against his groin as he snaked a few fingers up my now slick hole. “Bitch feels nice and wet, must be in fucking heat,” he said with a chuckle, moving his fingers around and dragging his nails against the walls of my colon. After my ‘research’ online, I knew what he was doing was trying to rough up my hole, for me to as he said, get ‘pregnant.’ “Fucking can’t wait to help knock him the fuck up. Although with as many loads as this slut is gonna take, no telling who the daddy will be.” Many of them chuckled as well, and a few let out an appreciative moan of agreement. “Boys, I think you all need to feel how fucking warm and fertile this bitch’s hole is,” he said, pulling his finger out and wiping it on my hair. Suddenly, I felt another finger roughly shoved into my hole, as well as several hands on my body, grabbing my caged dick, playing with my balls, pinching my nipples. I let out a loud groan, as Pedro pulled his dick out of my mouth and a line of men began to line up behind him. Chris kneeled down next to me, looking me in the face before pulling the cigar out of his mouth and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my face. “Think you should show your thanks to all these men and give their cocks a nice lick and kiss,” Chris said, grabbing my jaw and rubbing his thumb across my lips, “Taste each one and see what's going to be shooting a raw load up that hole of yours. Let these men feel around a little in your guts so they know where their loads are going to be.” I gave a small nod as he released my jaw, and watched as he stood up and made an announcement. “As I’m sure you men already know, Uncle Mike here is taking the first crack at this hole,” he said, gesturing at me with his half-smoked cigar, “However, everyone is welcome and encouraged to dump at least their first load into his guts. No loads refused. Feel free to give him a taste of what’s going to breed him, and feel free to poke a finger or two where your dick will be shooting tonight. This pig’s mouth will only be free to clean off your cock and drink your piss after fucking as we plan on making him a true smoke pig. Any questions?” Several men shook their heads, but otherwise, it was silent. “Have fun sampling the goods, guys,” Chris said, stepping back and leaning against the locker, putting the cigar back in his mouth and began slowly playing with his cock. Quickly, men started walking up and shaking their dicks in my face. Not wanting to disappoint any of them, I began to suck and lick each one, relishing the different textures, shapes, sizes, and even taste. At the same time, multiple men began to finger my hole, many taking a chance to graze my insides with the odd nail. A few also gave my caged dick a few tugs or roughly squeezed my balls. I soon lost count as each man would take his turn, and then disappear off into the club. After what felt like an hour, the crowd finally died off, leaving me slumped on the bench, dick straining in the cage, jaw aching, and my hole feeling sore and now dry, having had all the cum put in there earlier removed for the many fingers roughing it up. Finally, Mike walked back up, and smiling evily around the lit cigarette in his mouth. “How’d Pig Boy do?” Mike asked Chris, “Word is everyone is itching to drop a load in him. He worth the wait for them?” Chris just nodded and smiled for a moment before replying. “Fucker can suck cock like a champ, and everyone seemed to love sampling his hole,” he replied, “Sucked down every last drop of my piss and ate my load like a starving man. You were a good piggy, weren’t you boy?” Feeling just a little humiliated, I could only nod. “Good, time for him to get ready for the sling,” Mike replied, gesturing for us to get up and change locations. Obediently, I followed in silence, taking the half-smoked Red into my mouth that Mike put in it before drawing hard on it. We walked around the dimly lit halls for a few minutes as I took in the sites, only staring for a second at the men in various acts of sex in each of the places. I saw as many of them noticed us and began making comments I couldn’t hear, or pointing in my direction. A few of them followed us a ways back, making me think of them as vultures circling a dying animal. Finally, we made it into a large set of double doors. Mike took a key and unlocked them, and we walked into a large room with a sling in the center, as well as a few leather-clad benches around it. Chris left the doors open, and slowly men began to walk in. Mike set his bag down on one of the benches and began emptying it, before gestering at the sling. “Chris, get him loaded into the sling so we can get ready. Got to get his ass prepared.” Chris only nodded, taking a few puffs on his cigar before leading me over to the sling and began to help me get situated in it. I sat in silence as I watched him pull things out of the bag. A large butt plug, several cigars each larger than the last, a few boxes of Reds, and several extremely large pipes. Last, he pulled out a funnel, a metal dish, and large dull-tipped irrigation syringe. Turning around, he brought over the last items and set them on my stomach, effectively turning me into a makeshift table. “You ready to become the pig you always wanted, boy,” he asked, feeling my body as he spoke, “Turn into a true smoking bareback sex pig with no limits?” I nodded, unable to get myself to say the words. Suddenly, Mike squeezed my balls hard, causing me to let out a loud yelp. “Need to say the words, fucker,” he said after finally releasing my now throbbing balls, “I want to hear exactly what you want and what you came here for.” The growing crowd began to whisper excitedly as they watched the scene in front of them. “I…. I want to be a smoking bareback pig… with no limits…” I said softly. “And how are we gonna make sure that you never have any limits,” Mike asked, caressing my ass and balls gently, his tone of voice low and dangerously gruff. “By making me take every load in here while smoking,” I said, hoping I was saying exactly what he wanted. Mike gently tugged down on my balls, eliciting a deep moan from me. The men began to whisper even more excitedly, and a few began to tug on their quickly hardening cocks. “And what kind of loads would do that to you,” he asked, nearly growling with how low and deep his voice was, “What kind of loads do you want up that tight hole of yours tonight? Clean, safe loads? Because, Boy, that won’t turn you into the pig you want to be. So tell Daddy exactly what you want.” Finally realizing what it was he wanted me to say, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It was time to finally jump off the proverbial cliff and dive head-first in. “I want you to poz my ass. I want you to let every man in here shoot his toxic load deep in my guts so I get pozzed tonight. I want you to keep me smoking all night so I become so addicted I have to smoke every time I take a dirty load in my hole. I want you to own my ass and covert me Daddy. Make me your poz son.” Letting go of my balls, Mike walked around me and leaned over, before kissing me deeply. Many of the men let out excited replies in agreement, saying things like ‘fuck up his hole’ and ‘give the bitch what he needs.’ Finally, he released my head and walked back to his bag, before pulling out dozens of used condoms, all of which looked freshly used, as well as a pair of scissors and a toothbrush. Slowly, he walked back over and began cutting the tips of the condoms and emptying them in the bowl. I no longer was able to focus on the men around me as I took in what Mike was doing. “Chris, get me and this pig smoking a few of the Boswells while I prep him,” he said, leaning his head slightly towards the bench. Chris only smiled and nodded as he walked over, grabbing the two largest pipes before walking back over to us. I silently took the pipe into my mouth, letting the bowl rest on my chest heavily. He then walked over and put the other in Mike’s mouth, before pulling out a lighter and letting Mike puff hard on the pipe. After about a minute, Chris flipped open the bottom of the lighter and began to tamp down the pipe before lighting it again for Mike. I watched in awe as Mike expertly did this, all the while opening each of the condoms and emptying them into the bowl, the loads each mixing together, quickly filling the bowl. Eventually, he finished emptying them and began to draw them up into the large syringe. Next, Chris walked over to me and began doing the same lighting. Following what I saw, I began puffing deeply on the pipe, feeling the smoke begin to pour down my throat with each deep draw as the pipe began to glow to life. Finally, the flame was removed, and the pipe tamped down before finally being lit once more. Satisfied that it was well lit, Chris walked away, tossing his now spent cigar on the ground, before also grabbing a huge pipe and lighting it. With the syringe now full, Mike slowly held it up for me to see, full of the countless loads from men I would never know, and never destined to be up my ass. I took a deep draw on the pipe, relishing how easily the smoke now filled my lungs before blasting it back out my nose, afraid to talk out of fear of dropping the pipe. “Good boy, Daddy loves his pigs to nose jet,” he said as he quickly inserted the syringe deep into my ass. Slowly I felt my insides begin to feel loose and slick, each condom load squirting deep inside me, slowly warming up. I could only sit back and puff on the pipe as I watched him repeat the process a few times, my ass feeling even more slick with each deposit. “Only lube you will be getting tonight, pig,” Mike said, puffing away expertly on the pipe, “And we need to give these loads a nice warm home to live in.” Several men nodded and shared their agreement before he continued, now having fully emptied the bowl deep in my hole. Giving me an evil grin, he held up the plain, simple-looking toothbrush. “You ready for it, boy,” he asked, rubbing it along the sides of my legs, “You want daddy to scrape your pig hole up so there’s no way you don’t get knocked up?” I nodded. Many of the men began to tell Mike to destroy my ass and make way for all the bugs that would be going in my hole. And as the toothbrush plunged deep in my ass, I could only deeply inhale on the pipe as I felt each of the bristles dug into the tender lining inside me, effectively locking in my fate.

I go over to the stairs and go down. At the bottom, a balding man is tucking his shrt into his trousers. He grins at me and gives me a thumbs up. I can smell the place, a mixture of poppers and piss and damp and hear the unmistakable sounds of men having sex - groans, sobs, and the slapping of skin on skin. I go into the dark area next to the cubicles. The young man is there, only he is entirely naked and his clothes are scattered on the piss-soaked floor. He's bending over sucking Bill's cock as he leans against the sink. Behind the lad, a skinny man with his trousers around his ankles is fucking hiim in the arse, one hand around his waist and the other pushing the twink's head down onto Bill's cock. Bill sees me and grins. There are other men watching and waiting in the cramped area as they wank their cocks. The man in the boy's arse starts to thrust hard, working himself to a climax. " Gonna cum!". His whole body shudders and I watch his wrinkled buttocks clench and relax, clench and relax as he squirts his cum in the smooth young body. For a moment I feel guilty. "Should they be doing this?". A short, flabby man in a singlet is standing next to me. His arms are covered in old school tattoos and he has heavy steel earrings. He leers as we watch the skinny man pull out and drag up his trousers to his waist. " Too late now." He says, undoing his belt and opening his trousers. " He's probably already pregnant" He gets behind the young body and slides his cock between the sweating buttocks. The pressure forces out a drool of cum which drips out to join the puddle of spunk on the floor beneth them. The boy releases Bill's cock, gasps for air, and whispers "No more..please. No more..." But Bill jams a bottle of poppers under his nose and the lad sags in surrender as Bill pushes his cock back between his lips and the tattooed guy starts to thrust rapidly back and forth in short, urgent strokes. "Oh... uh... yeah." He gasps. " Take it you little bastard! Take my dirty cum!" With that he gives a loud cry and pushes hard against the bending body as he empties himslf. Then he pulls out and staggers upstairs without another word, dragging his trousers up as he goes. Bill smiles at me, nodding towards the boy's rear-end. I can't resist. I push my trousers and pants down and get behind the young man. His bottom is running with sweat and sticky with sperm which drips steadily from his gaping, brutalised hole. Bill offers me the poppers. I take a deep sniff, then slide into the warm, silky wetness as the solvent explodes in my brain. It's filthy, animal sex as I work myself to a climax, groaning with pleasure as I breed him, until my cock explodes and my sperm gushes out to join the rest swimming in his youthful rectum. At last I pull out. My cock and belly are covered in sperm and lube so I go over to a cubicle and use paper to clean off. Bill is now behind the young man, pushing his head down into the basin as he fucks him. I dress and head upstairs where I find most of the guys have left. The barman gives me a beer. "I guess he's getting a right seeing-to down there, eh?" He says. I nod in reply and he gives me an evil grin. "You'll have knocked him up alright." I raise an eyebrow as I sip my beer. The fat barman pushes up his sleeve and reveals a black bio-hazard tattoo. " I know you're in the club, matey. I seen the way your looks have changed the last few month since you've been coming here." From the basement comes a loud grunt as Bill orgasms I smile and raise my glass. "Yep," I say. "Here's to the club."

They took me upstairs and we found a room. There was a large mattress inside, lit only by a pale red bulb, and music from the rest area drifted in the background. In contrast to my other experiences, they were quite tender with me as we lay on the mattress, the two old, diseased bodies either side of me. We kissed as they fondled me, driving me crazy with their fingers, tongues and mouths and telling me how much they wanted to give me a baby. It was quite loving, and in a way more sexy to be treated like this, being told how much you are wanted and being made pregnant. At last, Pete rolled me onto my stomach and lay beside me, kissing my face and whispering in my ear "It's time, darling. Spread your legs and let James breed you." I felt the man get on my back, the pot belly sinking onto my buttocks as his heavy cock probed for my hole. It sank into me, sliding through the sperm and lube already up there, and I groaned with lust. "Shhhh, baby" whispered Pete, "just relax and take his sperm like a good boy." James thrust in me, his greasy hair on my neck as he held me close beneath his thin body. His hips slammed up and down like a rabbit, and then he gasped for air and began to shudder. "Here it comes!" Whispered Pete. "Your poz baby!" With a grunt of release, James collapsed on my back and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me. All the while, Pete stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. James finished and got off me, his cock slipping deliciously out of my hole. Pete immediately took his place and I groaned as he sank his cock into me, the soft light and music and his tender thrusts combining to send me into ecstasy, knowing I was joining the club...

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...

We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

He pulled my trousers open and down and fondled my balls. "Nice.. " he whispered, "Full of lovely spunk!" He had undone his belt as he squatted in front of me, and as he stood up he was naked with from the waist down. His cock was stiff below his sagging belly, but he wasn't interested in that. He turned round and showed me his wasted buttocks with the flesh sagging in wrinkles. He dug out some lube and smeared it over my cock., then reached back and guided it towards his hole. I gasped with shock and excitement as he pushed back and my cock slid deliciously into his perverted asshole. "Oh yeah!" He gasped. "Fuck me, dearie!" Despite feeling repulsed by his wasted body, I couldn't help thrusting in and out and gave myself up to the filthy act. Suddenly a light flickered in the stairwell. My heart lurched in fear, and then the heavy body of the ugly barman lurched into view with a torch in his hand. "Don't mind me, lads." He said. "Seen it all before. Got to check every couple of hours to make sure no druggies using the place." He came over and shone his torch on my belly. "Give us a look, then." The other man pulled himself slowly off my cock until it flopped out of his arsehole and glistened wetly in the torchlight. "Why don't you give it a go, Jim?" He grinned. "Don't mind if I do. Here hold this." He handed over the torch and loosened the belt below his heavy belly. I might as well have been a piece of meat the way they talked about me, and yet it excited me how matter of fact they could be about such filthy activities. He bared his fat, pimply backside which was pale in the reflected torchlight. "Got any lube, Bill?" The other man dug out the tube and handed it over. Jim squeezed a dollop onto a grimey forefinger then smeared it into the dark crease between his buttocks. He spread his cheeks and guided my cock into him. His hole was puffy and slack and flowered around my cock like silk as I slid up him. "Fuckin' hell!" He grunted. "You've got a nice cock, mate." He began moving back and forth on my dick as Bill shone the torch on the fat buttocks and watched me fuck him. "You can cum in him, if you want. He loves it when they spunk up him." "Yeah," Said the barman. "Shoot it! Give me your cum!" I was overwhelmed by the sheer degradation, sheer filthiness of what was happening to me, and with a sob of pleasure my cock swelled and throbbed and I felt myself spurting deep inside the man's rectum. He held still until I finished, then stood up. Spunk dripped from his hole and he dug out a dirty handkerchief and mopped it up. He pulled his trousers up said "Thanks, mate" and went up the stairs. The man called Bill ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss. "Come on, lets go up and get a drink."

Further, Republics have floated all sorts of crap to push Orange Geezus over the finish line. Obviously that worked, but since then he doesn't give a rats ass about that crap. His goal is tax cuts for the rich via his illegal committee which he tries to call DOGE but I call TaxDoge.

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