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I had just sat in at the rowing machine in my gym when I noticed a stunning young man who looked Middle Eastern. He was sweating away on the stair master in front of me. I had a bird’s eye view of his perfect bubble butt and his well-developed calves and thighs as they worked their muscular dance. Thankfully he couldn’t see how intensely I was staring. I started to row and soon found I had set my pace to his movement. It was a bit faster and more vigorous that my normal workout rate, but I had become mesmerized. I had been so hypnotized by the oscillation of his ass cheeks that I didn’t notice when he first stepped off his machine and turned to take in the entirety of the gym. I stayed in my trance so long that he began to stare back at me. I awoke deeply startled and embarrassed when he began to move in my direction. He gracefully traveled to the rowing machine beside me and moved directly into action. I tried to avert my attention but caught myself straining to watch him out of the corner of my eye. He started by setting his pace with mine and soon started to speed up ever so slightly. Unconsciously I found myself being drawn; seduced, to speed up with him. I was once again soon in a trance and lost track of how much my eyes had turned to focus on his well-developed arms. I thought the thick black hair on them was just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The tightening and relaxing rhythm of his muscles as the carriage slid back and forth was like the working of a steam engine piston. My gaze moved beyond his arms to notice his bare torso showing through the almost waist deep cut of the arms of his workout shirt. His six-pack rippled, his pectorals pulsed, and his dark nipple … well, what can I say? … a man’s nipple is like a sexual magnet for my eyes. Especially when it is seductively peaking out from behind his gapping shirt. I was still rowing but my head was now clearly turned and staring at this gorgeous specimen of a man. If he noticed he hadn’t let on. I took in his warm face with thick five o’clock shadow, his flowing black longish wavy hair, and those dark dark brown eyes. They were focused directly in front of him, was he oblivious to my shameless attention and staring? Or was he intentionally teasing my sexual desire for such an unattainable specimen of a man? My cock was now fully aroused and tenting my work-out shorts. Why had a put on the jock strap with the mesh pouch when I left the stand-up tanning booth? The mesh was stretchy and designed to grow with the hardening tool inside. Without thinking I reached to adjust my hard on and the handles went crashing forward smacking my knees as they passed. An involuntary yelp exploded through my tightly clenched lips, followed by the ever present Canadian “Sorry.” He stopped rowing and asked if I was OK. Painfully aware he was now the one staring my erection twitched as if to say “here, over here, notice me.” He’d heard it loud and clear. He didn’t believe my response; “Oh sorry, no I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. That looks mighty uncomfortable, and I think you need some help with it.” He said this with a teasing grin. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I blurted. “You say sorry a lot. Is that your pat response when a guy comes on to you?” I could barely register his words I was so embarrassed and shocked. “Sorry. A guy like you wouldn’t want to fuck me.” ‘My God’ I thought, ‘did I say that with my outside voice?’ “Actually, I think your one sexy Silver Daddy. Nothing I’d like more than to get a piece of your hairy ass.” Did he not realize we were in the middle of a busy public gym? “Um … um … thanks?” I was so flustered it came out as a question. His encouraging voice and Middle Eastern accent; “Come on, lets go.” , as he jumped up from his machine. I sat staring at my tent, “But, but…?” “Celebrate it daddy, let’s show it off, no need to be embarrassed.” His words of encouragement. I reluctantly stood and he took my hand leading me toward the lockers. When I slowed to search for my lock his grip increased, and he yanked me on and into one of the shower rooms. Closing and locking the door he pushed me against the wall and planted a full lipped passionate kiss on my mouth. I soon melted from my frozen shock and our tongues began exploring the inside of each others’ mouths. After a full two minutes we broke the face sucking, and he was the first to speak. “Fuck yea daddy! You are one good kisser, I like that!” I couldn’t say anything, I just stood their melting under the gaze of those beautiful dark eyes. He then reached over and pulled my stretched wife beater over my head. He tossed it aside and ran his dark fingers through my thick chest hair. When I still didn’t move, he ripped off his shirt and quickly leaned in to suck on my nipples. As he gave them intense and lingering attention I felt his hand push down my shorts, then my jock, finally releasing my 8 inch hard on. He was soon on his knees with my cock deeply down his throat. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. His hands made their way to my ass cheeks and a finger searched and found my sweaty hole. It quickly breached my ring. My cock left his mouth and the finger went in. He relished the taste with a loud. “Mmmmm’. Then his hands returned to my waist spinning me around and bending me toward the wall. His warm mouth found my hole and he was soon rimming me. If I wasn’t before, I was now putty to his whims. He orally serviced my ass eventually adding more and more fingers for a good five minutes. Only then did he stand and move in close behind me. The head of his cock teased at my rear entrance. Now this was 1992. I had lost a dozen friends to AIDS and had been practicing and promoting safe sex for 5 years. I could tell his hand was directing his tool directly at my hole and the pressure was building. I needed to speak up since this was all going much faster than I had expected. “I don’t suppose you have a condom in your gym shorts.” “You would suppose correctly. At least let me insert just the tip.” He gently pleaded. “Sorry bud, but unless it’s covered with a condom it’s not going in my ass.” “Are you sure?, ‘cause you don’t seem to be moving.” He was correct. I hadn’t pulled away. If anything my ass had developed a mind of it’s own and was pushing back toward his raw mushroom head. With great effort on my part I turned my back to the wall and for the first time was able to take in his naked beauty. He was as stunning as a naked Greek Olimpian Statue, more so due to his dark skin. And the tool that had been teasing my ass was magnificent. The size and length of a very fat Cuban cigar. He saw me eyeing it. “Go on, suck it, I know you want to.” I was put off a bit by his confidence. But who was I fooling, of course I wanted to suck it. So, I did. At first just the tip, then in ‘til halfway, and soon deep throating. His moans of pleasure assured me I was doing my usual good job. His hands rested on the back of my head, and he was soon giving me a vigorous face fucking. Every now and then he would push in and hold it deep. The hold continuing until I’d choke and then he’d let me pull off and get my breath. Eventually he moaned. “I’m getting close.” I took a break from my oral ministrations long enough to say; “Fuck yah! Fuck that load into me! I had meant my mouth. He pulled me up and turned me to the wall before I took my next breath. With his raw cock pushing at my ring I cried out, “Not there, I didn’t mean there!” “You said; Fuck that load into me.” He spoke right into my ear and shivers went throughout my entire body. “I meant, fuck my face, cum down my throat.” “Yeah. That could be arranged, but first I know you at least want to feel the tip in you. I can feel you pushing back.” He was right. With a mind of it’s own my ass was pushing back and my ring was trying very hard to fight my brain. It won the battle, relaxed and in popped his naked mushroom head. The searing pain reminded me of the paradise and pleasure that would follow as his rod sank deeper into me. Without effort or thought my ass began sucking in his raw cock, all it wanted was relief from this momentary pain. When he was balls deep, he again spoke softly into my ear. “There you go. That’s what you wanted.” “Fuck, that feels so good! I’d forgotten how good skin on skin feels it’s been so long.” I moaned with deep pleasure. That’s when he started to fuck me. “What are you doing?” I cried “Fucking my load into you, just like you asked.” Again in my ear and sending electric shots through my spine. “No, you said, just the tip. For God’s sake don’t cum in me!” I didn’t think he could get any closer to my ear but these words came as if he was inside my ear; “You said don’t cum. Interesting you didn’t say don’t fuck you, and you’re still not pulling away.” Damn, he was twisting my words. But he was right about my lack of initiative to stop him. He was now consistently hitting my prostrate. I couldn’t have pulled away even if I’d had a tow truck at my aid. “I’m very close, ask me to breed you.” He was speaking right into my soul. With a rush I remembered how much I used to love the feeling of my gut being filled with a man’s warm cum. As I screamed “No, don’t cum in me!” my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him and his raw cock in deeper than ever. Simultaneously I had my first powerful anal orgasm in many, many years. This orgasm went on and on as I realized I was milking every drop of the beautiful strangers load deep into my gut cavity. When he caught his breath, still deep inside me he said; “Oh yeah Daddy, that’s what you needed now wasn’t it?” “Awe, I guess you’re right. But I didn’t know it. I’m still not sure I should have allowed it.” “Well, you did, and we both loved it! Now it seems a shame to not get you to return the favor daddy.” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing from this astoundingly handsome and sexy young man. “You want me to fuck you?!” “I want your load daddy!” “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t even know me and you want me to breed your beautiful ass?!” “You don’t know me and just let me breed your hairy ass.” This talk had him re-hardening in my fuck shoot and he reached to grab my super hard cock. “Clearly you are as excited about this prospect as I am.” “No” I feebly protested. He was not fooled and drilled into me deeper and harder and faster than ever. Within a dozen strokes he was blasting off deep in my ass once again. “Fuck, you are amazing!” I exclaimed “That’s two for you old guy. Time to return the favor. That is if you can.” He taunted. I had him turned and bent to the wall in a flash. Without thinking my raw tool was balls deep in his fuck shoot. I was instantly unloading and breeding my first stranger in many, many years. He quickly pulled off, turned, crouched and was cleaning my now spent erection with his mouth. I was amazed as my cock hardened yet once again in his mouth. “Looks like we’re not done yet you sly Silver Fox. Let’s shower and go back and share this fun with my college roommates. Their gonna love your slutty bareback ass as much as they did mine when they pumped three loads into me before I came to the gym.” ‘Awe’ I thought, ‘so he had been prelubed. No wonder I got in balls deep so easily.’

Chapter 3 The morning workshop dragged but then lunchtime came and Cody and I got a table together. ‘So tell me about you’ Cody asked. ‘Not much to say, I’m down from Manchester for this conference for the next three days and nights then back up home’ ‘Ah I’m moving north to Manchester with my new job placement in a couple of months , we could hook up there if u fancy it when I move’ ‘Hmm I would like that but it may be difficult’ I cryptically replied. ‘Aahh now I know, let me guess you’re married or living with a girl, but she doesn’t know of your love for cock…..’ ’is it that obvious?’ ‘ Well you look straightish, but u are my type , we can always work with that!’ He smiled at me. Give me your phone. ‘ I complied and he started typing. ‘I’m putting in my number so we can stay in touch. Where are u staying whilst your here?’ I told him which travelogue I was in. ‘Cool, he replied I’ll check out of mine and transfer, we may as well be in the same hotel if we’re sharing downtime’ ‘ err ok yes ….’ I stammered, though quite liking Cody taking control. ‘Who is Greg?’ Cody continued. ‘Oh he was a guy who I connected with last night’ I stammered’ but I think I messed up’ ‘oh how?’ ‘. Well he was an escort and after he fucked me he told me he was poz, and he came in me’ ‘Ah,’ Cody smiled ‘nothing wrong in that, bet it turned you on though?’ ‘Not at first but it did afterwards’ ‘Yes you’ll start craving poz cock once you’ve had a taste. I did, now I’m poz as well’ My eyes widened ‘Don’t worry I’m on meds, I’m undetectable’ Cody continued , and started to type into my phone ‘ but I’ll come off for you if you want’ ‘erm I’m not at that stage yet.. I’m still married remember’ Cody winked. ‘I’ve met married guys before, once they taste cock they go down a one way street…just saying’ We chatted through lunch, and bonded further in the afternoon workshop. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. ‘Come on we’re going back to your place’ Cody announced. ‘I’ve been horny all day and can’t wait to get into your pants, plus I’ve a surprise lined up’ We got the tube back to my hotel and crashed through the door and started stripping like two teenagers. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off. I was soon on my knees and sucking Cody’s cock when there was a knock on the door. Cody pulled away and opened the door. My eyes widened when Greg walked in again. ‘Hi tiger’ he smiled, ‘knew you’d want more’ ‘but err’ I stammered. ’I read your texts, when I borrowed your phone. It got me so horny, especially when you told me he was poz’ I was speechless and horny at the same time. ‘Ben here is gay. He doesn’t realise it fully yet but he is. He is going to become my boyfriend and come out of his closet when I move up north in a couple of months. However we need to give him a helping hand Greg. He has a wife at the moment, but most women don’t want to fuck poz gay men. See where I’m going Greg?’ ‘Sure do’ Greg smiled. ‘ On the bed Ben, he ordered’ . My cock was hard and all I could focus on were the two thick cocks in front of me. The words blurred and I just wanted to do as I was told. I lay on the bed. Cody appeared above my head, his cock inches from my mouth. It was natural just to open my mouth and his cock slid in, before he lowered his weight on me, keeping me in place. I felt my legs being lifted and then breath on my ass before feeling Greg rim my hole. The sensation had me sucking harder on Cody’s cock. I soon felt something more and realised that Greg was sliding his cock in my hole. I felt myself being stretched but couldn’t say anything with Codyf fucking my mouth. ‘That’s it Greg. He was telling me only this lunchtime how poz cum turned him on, and he just wanted bareback sex with poz guys till he got bred’ Cody lied. ‘Is that so, well he will certainly be going back home with every chance of converting for you, I’ll make sure of that!’ Greg added as he pounded my ass. I should have been scared but just loved Cody’s cock in my mouth. ‘I’m nearly coming babe’ Cody added, ‘ I want you to swallow it all again’ I nodded ‘ good little piggy’ he added. I felt his cock twitch before I could feel him cum in my mouth. I was concentrating in swallowing his cum when I heard Greg growl ‘Poz load incoming for our new faggot’ and felt him ram my ass one last time before cumming in me. I breathed as Cody lifted his cock out of my mouth. I became aware that Greg was ramming his fingers in my arse, ‘we want these little soldiers to take , don’t we Ben? You will thank me one day, I’m trying to set you free. You’re a natural bottom and I can tell Cody here will be a great boyfriend’ I was stunned into silence and Cody kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I reciprocated as he started wanking my cock. I was so turned on’ just do it, make me yours, just poz me’ I whispered as I could feel my orgasm approach. ‘ I knew you would want it babe’ he replied as my cock twitched and I shot my load over my chest. This one’s on the house, on the basis I’ll come again before u go home’ Greg whispered as he dressed. I’ll leave you in Cody’s capable hands’ I heard the door click as he left. Cody said, ‘ you have a shower, let’s go out for a bite to eat and let’s see where the night takes us. I’ll pop back to my hotel and checkout and I’ll move in with you for the rest of the week. He quickly dressed and left, leaving me to my thoughts as the hot water of the shower washed over me. What was happening ? so much happened so naturally. Was I turning, did I have a choice? Or did I want it? …… to be continued…..

I Like to sit naked on my couch with my legs spread wide with my cocksucker kneeling between them. I like him to worship first my balls, lick them, take them in his mouth and suck on them, lick my shaft, tease my helmet. All that gives me a raging hardon. Only then do I allow him to put his mouth over my cock. He must take all my shaft in his mouth until his chin is pressed against my balls. He’s gotta suck me as long as I need, edging me and keeping me close. Then I’ll decide if I’m gunna cum in his mouth, over his tongue or go deep and cum in his throat. Of course he’s got to swallow all my seed.

Speaking from personal experience even in 1992: once you take that first bare cock after several years and feel the first load in you, there is no going back to rubbers.

Part 3: The Insertion David broke the kiss after several several minutes of heavy kissing and making out. He guided me onto his king size bed. He had me lay on my stomach with my legs slightly spread. He then rubbed my cheeks to help relax my hole. After a few minutes David spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I had to latch onto the rails of his headboard because it felt so fucking amazing. At this point all he was doing is circling around the outside of my hole and it had my cock ready to explode. After several minutes of him just rimming my hole he then slowly started inserting his tongue inside my hole. This was all it took to send me over the edge and I came hard. But to my own surprise my cock remained hard after my orgasm had subsided. My hole must have clamped down on David's tongue for a bit because I didn't feel any more penetration. Once I had calmed down my hole loosened it's grip on his tongue and he continued tongue fucking my hole. After a few minutes David removed his tongue from my hole and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the lube he had. He poured the lube on my hole first and began working it inside of me. He had done a hell of a job prepping my hole because he easily slid three fingers inside without any resistance. Once he had my hole lubed up he lathered his cock up and rubbed it all over his cock. I was so hungry for his cock that the thought of a condom never crossed my mind and he didn't mention it either. Once he was lubed up he put the head of his cock right at my waiting hole. The time has finally arrived where my complete virginity was about to be taken. Even after preparing my hole and loosening my hole up there was still a little resistance from my hole. David told me to push like I was taking a poop but not too much and he should start slipping in. I did as he told me to do and sure enough his cock slipped through my outer ring. There was definitely some pain. But not enough for me to stop him. I don't know where it came from but David produced a bottle and he told me to close one nostril and inhale three times and then do the same thing on the other side. I did as he instructed and immediately I felt like my head was spinning. It definitely has an effect on my hole because I felt it relax and David's cock slid in further. After a few minutes David's cock was all the way in. He laid on top of me for around a minute or so so my ass could get used to his cock inside of it. Once my hole was accustomed to his cock he told to inhale from the bottle again. This time around I felt like I was stoned but completely relaxed and ready to be fucked by David's beautiful cock. David licked my ear and told me to hang onto the head rails because my life was about to change. Little did I know what he meant but I was definitely about to find out.

top here. just did that with 2 bottom buds. It was fantastic sliding inside one and pulling out and sliding inside the other. I loaded each one by the way,

Grindr hookup last night. We said Dad and lad looking for young bottom. We got chatting to a 19yo boy and he was well up for it so we got him over. When he arrived he looked much younger than his years - like a fucking choirboy. We stripped off and got down to it. He sure surprised us. He spread his legs wide, presenting his hole. Drew mounted him and pounded his arse. The boy was loving it and begged Drew to breed him. Drew pumped his seed deep inside the boy’s hole and pulled out. Then he looked at me and asked “is Daddy gunna fuck me now” Those of you who know me know that “Daddy” is a trigger word for me. I forced my raging hardon up the lad’s hole and fucked him as hard as I could. He had no problem with me thrusting my cock roughly up his arse. I was surprised that such a young-looking lad had the experience of a cum dump. We kept hold of him for hours and we plastered 6 loads up his chute.

Part 1: How it started My name is Mark and a little bit about me is I'm 18. 5' 11". 245 pounds. Kinda between sticky and muscular. Nothing to brag about but I have been going to the gym pretty regularly. I usually workout late at night just to avoid the crowds and there's usually just one other guy there. His name is David. We chat occasionally about nothing really. If we need a spot then we are each happy to help the other out. David is probably in his 40's with very little fat. He is probably around 6'7" or 6'8" because he towers over me. Weight wise we are probably about the same. I've never thought about my sexuality much but I have noticed David seems to be well endowed whenever we are changing together in the locker room. Me not so much. One night as I'm doing my back workout my back really starts tightening up. I mean it's at the point where I just can't get it to loosen up. David noticed my pain and suggested that maybe I needed a deep tissue massage on my back to help loosen it up. I've never had a massage before and wasn't sure where I could get one at this late at night. David then told me he was actually a massage therapist and he would be more than happy to give me a massage. I was a bit nervous but the pain won out. I didn't change and we grabbed our bags and I followed him back to his place which was only about 5 minutes from the gym. Gotta love living in a small town. followed David inside and he led me into his room with the massage table. I wasn't sure about what to leave on and he told me just to strip to my underwear and lay on my stomach. He had me put my face through a doughnut looking thing at the head of his massage table. I noticed he had really warm in the room but as I was just in my underwear it felt really good. David said he was going to get comfortable because he didn't want to get too hot. I didn't care. I mean after all, this was his house. He stripped down to a jockstrap and nothing more. He had some type of oil in a pot that he kept warm and as soon as he applied it I was gone. It was so warm and felt so good. David then started just rubbing my back at first trying to see if that would help with some of the tension. David definitely knew what he was doing because my back did start loosening up. But there was still a lot of tension. He then told me he needed to go deeper and suggested I remove my underwear to help him massage me deeper. I didn't think anything about it because he had already relaxed me to this point so I just lifted myself up slightly as he removed my underwear. He also removed his jockstrap saying he was getting hot working on my back. For some reason I didn't question it because it sounded reasonable to me. He was standing by my head as he really started getting deeper on my back. I let a low moan as he made a deep path down my back. I could feel the muscles starting to loosen up. I opened my eyes and noticed David was now sporting quite a hard on. And it wasn't far from my face. I felt my own cock stir a little bit as well. I wasn't sure if David was gay or not and wasn't sure how to proceed. But as he kept loosening my back up and I would moan I noticed his cock would twitch. Which in turn caused my own cock to twitch. He then stopped for a moment and said he was going to remove the doughnut to help get a better angle to my back. He then proceeded to start rubbing my back again but this time his cock was directly in line with my mouth. I had never considered sucking a cock before and really wasn't sure how to. So I just opened my mouth and let his cock just find it's way in. To my surprise he didn't pull back and gently started rocking back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. No words were spoken. My own cock was now so hard it was hurting. I was enjoying allowing David to fuck my mouth. I had totally forgotten about my back but he was definitely going deeper on my back and in my mouth. I could taste some saltiness leaking from his cock and knew he was giving me copious amounts of his precum. I don't know how long this went on but I knew I didn't want it to stop. After a while I no longer felt any pain in my back. David then rubbed some oil on my cheeks and around my hole. He ran a finger across my hole and I moaned around his cock. This must have been all it took because I felt his cock swell up and he started cumming down my throat. He must hadn't cum in quite a while because there was a lot. I impressed both of us by swallowing it all without spilling a drop. After he finished he didn't remove his cock and continued to fuck my mouth. He didn't go soft either. Damn I was loving being used like this. David then started inserting his finger into my hole to help loosen me up. I knew what he wanted next and I was more than happy to give it to him.

I have some humble cum load goals this year: 1. Beat my record of 4 loads taken in a night 2. Take 60 loads by the end of the year Small goals for some, but ambitious for me and will be fun to try and meet

Just what a hungry daddy cunt wants. A younger, dominant guy looking to rut an older man & leave his seed deep in his guts.

As I’m getting older, the chance of hooking up decreases. It simply the way it happens. At least, at the baths, they see what they are getting. I’ve quit inviting strangers to my home. Too many things disappear or guys just aren’t respectful. Overall, my best to get a cheap sleazy motel room. I move in Friday afternoon and book to Monday morning.

As my regular readers know I’m a big fan of Gran Canaria, so I booked a trip with my bf for New Years and into January. I have been taking it slow the first few days, I did score a few hookups but I wasn’t on Grindr only nice repeat regulars from earlier trips including this amazing piggy top that is just 👌🏻🐽. So those plus boyfriend loads about 9 the first 3 days. Also noteworthy is the new expanded darkroom at Tom’s which has gone from boring as hell to a fun place to fuck. Take note fellow travelers! Now I want to tell you about my New Year’s Day. My bf wanted my ass nice and cummy before loading me so the plan was to take some loads if possible before going out and then go to Noxon. We had to switch apartments so it wasn’t optimal and I was ready for play around 18:00. Started off with a quick anon load from a neighbor. Then I visited a Scottish guy in his hotel and had a nice 40 min fuck. Then a bit later 2 more ROUGH fuckers had their way with me with the whole spitting in the face banging hard show etc. I went out with 4 loads lubing my hole but they mostly had gone out of me from the rough last fucker, but the hole was at least nice and open. Quick drink at Tom’s first to get started. I had to peek in the darkroom of course and had first several extremely aggressive bottoms try for me (I can give off this jock type energy, it’s not uncommon for me) until I found a short French king that had an amazing dick that I sucked and then he fucked and bred me nicely. He had more loads to give but his bf was waiting so I ended the session right there with the 5th load. Noxon next! Bought a beer. Went inside to find a grand total of ONE person 🤣 I’m sure Noxon has better nights as nothing is wrong with their facilities, but we just had our beer at the terrace and then decided for Factory. My bf has started liking putting on a show so we went to the big central mattress room where a lot of guys are just fucking and he fucked me there for 5 min. Sure enough as shit attracts flies this attracted about 6 guys to fuck me the next 30-40 min and two of them came loudly and one silently! Hot! Loads 6 and 7 and 8. My favorite was this really big dicked Viking type he really took his time (I’d say about 20 min in front of everyone) and his girth and length was really opening me up more in the best possible way. After being the main attraction for over an hour there I needed a break then so we went to the bar for our drink coupon. The second round into the darkroom we started with a sling fuck for a nice 15-20 min. Some other guy joined but didn’t cum. Then some older Germans in a very rude way almost kicked us out of the sling cause they wanted to use it for fisting 🤣 well it turned out to be a blessing in disguise as then ensued the highlight of the night. Now back in the orgy room which had a lot of guys at this point and lots of fucking going on multiple tops and multiple bottoms going at it. I bent over the mattress stuck my ass out. Some guy felt it up and it was wet to his liking so he started a nice fuck. As he was there a little line formed of guys wanting their turn, always a bottoms favorite 😍. He took less than 10 min until he was getting close and told me to beg for the load which I happily did as he came loudly and deeply inside me. Immediately a guy lines his dick up to my hole (didn’t see him) and enters the cummy mess easily. He bangs for his life and cums in about 1 min. He then was immediately replaced by a guy that had been jerking off to the whole thing, he fucked maybe 3-4 strokes then came hard and BIG into my sloppy ass. Then he again was immediately replaced by another guy that did the same thing and came in less 1 min. At the same time some daddy asked if I liked it in my mouth as he fed me his load. It was like experiencing the cum highlights from a porn movie in real life. Loads 9, 10, 11, 12, 13(mouth). Absolutely super hot to get 4 breedings in 5 minutes and 1 in the mouth. My ass was a wonderfully cumsloppy mess at this point and Viking type guy was back and happily enjoyed it for about 15 min of round two but didn’t cum that time. Action had then sort of fizzled out around us so it was about time to end the night on a high note with my BFs load fucked inside me with him never having felt me that wet 💦💦💦 before adding his and the final 13th load inside my now extremely wet and open ass. I could have gone longer but the timing was right and one does get tired after several hours of use 🤣😈

Didn't know what too choice 🤣🤣

This is an excellent explanation.

I am not sure If I consider myself to have a smoking fetish, but I do enjoy smoking a cigar while a cum hungry sub orally drained my sack. I am only an occasional cigar smoker these days and never got into smoking cigarettes. it started in my in my 20’s when the my live in BF started exploding his kinky side. When I got home from work one Friday afternoon, he met me at the door wearing only a jock strap. He said he wanted to try something new. he escorted me to my chair in the living room and removed my dress shoes and socks; I had a suit and tie job at that time. He had already poured me me a bourbon in a highball. As I was sipping my drink he went to the kitchen and returned with a tray; cigar, ashtray, wooden matches, and a cutter. He proceeded to prepare my cigar. after he placed the cigar in my mouth, he lit it. As I started to enjoy the smoke and drink, he unzipped the fly on my dress pants and fished my cock out of my boxers. He proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had to that point. It was probably the ritual associated with the act that made it so great. After he swallowed my load, I think he thought he was done.. nope. I told him to keep going because I was still smoking. Eventually he worked out a second load. I think using a pig as an ashtray might be really hot. Add in some piss play and I might easily develop a smoking fetish.

70 now after my GC trip start of the year. Highest daily was 14 💦.

I keep reminding guys … not hard does not mean he’s not turned on

I’ll close this trip report with a recap of yesterday - Friday Jan 10. This will be my last report from GC as today is more of a rest and recuperate day even though I’ll probably end up with a couple of hookups later today. Trip total loads: 78 in the ass, 5 in the mouth. 69 and 4 of these belong to the new year. If I take loads at this rate I will get 2456 loads this year. Which obviously won’t happen but it shows what a fun and cum filled time I had. Thanks to all the tops - the variety of dicks many huge ones, all the loads shot inside me. Also thanks my loyal readers and pig bros on this site. It’s fun to share this with you as I now go into more work focus the next few months. Friday Jan 10 Started the day with 2 hookups at home as I was horny af in the morning. 2 a bit kinky tops came one after the other to my place and one in particular had a really awesome fat dick to stretch me open. Then it was a long walk and a beach day at the gay nude beach. The waves were huge so was fun to see. Then had a very late lunch and proceeded to start planning and prepping the night. Unfortunately it was hard for me to clean so I wasn’t able to get the 4-6 loads I like collecting before going out for a cummy start to the clubs. Well never mind that because Factory turned out to be that much more awesome once I finally was clean and ready. Almost the second I stepped in to factory I was being fucked and spit roasted half the 3 hours I spent there. I got at least 10 loads could have been more I swear as I was the bb cumdump bottom on the big mattress yet again with a line of guys waiting to cum in me. So hot. I was out with a Vers / bottom buddy and he likes to both pimp my ass for passerby’s and work as an overflow bottom so it was a really fun and great dynamic we had with lots of action and loads for him too. When I got up for air after about 90 min of fucking and breeding with a super wet ass it was getting a bit quiet. Factory is like that. Guys come to fuck and breed and not hang all evening so it’s really perfect. Since we were up for more we decided to go to construction around 2am. Now I gotta say the dynamic of Construction has changed a bit for the worse. Firstly the dark part of the darkroom (the most popular part) is a bit too small so it’s overcrowded and hard to do stuff there. Second, there were 3-4 trolls that kept interrupting a lot of the action that was happening. Not just for me but for a bunch of guys. Guys; it’s not cool to try to inject yourself into a fuck by forcing yourself under the bottom getting fucked and starting to suck his dick against his will. Like not cool!!! And I’m saying that as a very friendly slut that tolerates a lot. Well despite that it was of course several nice fucks to be had and about 4 loads I think. Then after an hour or so it was getting more and more quiet and there were at this point many more bottoms than tops, so it was about time to call it a night and not a bad one with 14 loads up my open cummy hole and 1 swallowed. The main lesson of this trip: Always go to Factory it is THE best and I was always fucked and bred there continuously!

Years ago when I was in my 20’s, my then partner told me that he used to see a guy and fuck him (safe) and the guy used to pay my partner £100. He asked my partner if he had any mates he could bring, so I started going. He was big into Scally lad (trackies, trainers, baseball caps) so we went in ‘Scally drag’. I was expecting some horror to be living in the house but he was actually some Scottish guy, not much older than me and quite good looking. The first time I met him, he couldn’t stop looking at me and I knew I had him. That evening, we both left with £100 in our pocket and before we got home, he’d messaged my partner to ask for my number. Next day, he asked if I could come back alone for a session and he’d “make it worth my while”. So I did and I got double the money. That started a 6 month ‘friendship’ where I’d dress as a Scally and go and see him. After a couple of visits he was buying me Scally clothes to wear, trainers and the cash was going up and up. I was never sure what he did but, judging by his house, money was not an object. I arrived one time to find £500 in an envelope and two new pairs of trainers. He was a very generous guy and he asked me once if I could spend a full day with him. I told him yes but it would cost him. He told me to name my price. So I did. What he paid me covered the cost of my first trip to New York!! Had to put in the performance of a life time though. I’m not (and never have been) a natural top but that was what he wanted. He also thought I was a straight lad into football and with a ‘bird’. It was still great fun though. He also used to pay me for a condom full of my load so he could drink it later. £10 a time! I used to drop them off at his house, pick up the cash and leave. One time he asked me if I’d pour them all in his hole and it wasn’t long after that I was shooting them in him fresh from the tap! Don’t know what happened to him but he was great fun while it lasted!

Part 2: The Lead Up David continued loosening my hole very gently. I was beyond aroused with him fucking my mouth and loosening my hole. Once he had prepared my hole for his cock he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I was very disappointed because I was really enjoying his cock. I might have let out a little whimper honestly. David told me he wanted to continue on his bed which was right next door. We walked hand in hand into his bedroom and as soon as we entered he gave me my very first kiss. David was definitely a great kisser. My body was responding in ways I never imagined. I swear I felt one of my legs curl up like you see in the movies. My body trembled with excitement. As David kissed me his hand found my right nipple and he started rubbing it and slightly pinching it. In return I started moaning and my left hand went immediately to his cock. This was the first time I had actually touched another cock besides my own. It felt so hard but velvety at the same time. As I started to slowly jerk his cock David was alternating between both my nipples. We would stop kissing momentarily just to catch our breath and then continue kissing more. I just couldn't believe being with a man could be this fucking hot and erotic. David certainly knew what he was doing and I was enjoying every moment.

Jan 2: quiet day with one blowjob in the morning (unusual for me). Evening wasn’t feeling great but soldiered on and went to the hairy and bears night at Zoo and was of course quite popular as I’m hairy in all the right places 😉 had 8 fucks and 3 loads that I counted during the 90 min I was there could have been more but I’ll keep it conservative. One really big dicked guy made me cum anally for 5 min and the hottest guy there bred me loudly which was very fun. Jan 3: Started with 4 hookups during the afternoon and 4 loads. Mostly just so so but the hot one was this Canario that manages some bungalows and he walked me through the entire complex to then fuck and breed me in one of the back ones that was unoccupied. Awesome fuck and a big dick that touched all the right places inside my hole. It felt fun to do the walk of shame in front of all these older gays watching me leave with his load in my butt 🤣😈 Then moment of crisis! I had some kind of stomach flu so had to go home and get it all out. Thought the night was ruined but started to feel better and tried cleaning out again. Sure enough it was easy this time to deep clean, and as I was doing through some coincidence a couple of friends wanted to have a 3some with a bottom. I was like sure give me 15 min, then my partner comes home as they are arriving and we agree to do a 4some. My partner has wanted to try DP since a few months ago so he casually suggested to them that we do this 🤣😈 Normally DP is totally fine for me but one of the guys had a huge dick, so while it was possible it was not optimal. We made it happen and then they both came very hard quite quickly. My partner then took the place of the verse guy inside me and enjoyed his DP moment until also he came. Then by the end the visiting top fucked me a bit more and also the verse guy but they didn’t cum again. Wow hot💦 After the 4some (which was almost an hour total) I had agreed to meet a new friend who wanted me to coach him how to take loads 🤣😈 I met up with him and my bf and factory turns out he’s a very tall Greek guy with a nasty streak. He did watch me get fucked quite a lot and some guys went on to fuck him after so it was a great dynamic. There weren’t many loads though but one guy bred me there. Went on to Construction after that. First proper visit this trip! Well guess what I was in luck 2 of my favorite vacation boyfriend tops were there so of course we fucked and I got their loads during the evening. Had a ton of fucks all over, highlight was taking 4 loads in a row on my back on the big mattress in the orgy room with an audience. 💦 Then had 2 more loads and one in the mouth at the very end. So I would say a successful if exhausting day with 13 loads in the ass and 1 in the mouth. Saturday Jan 4: Pussy was quite used up so woke up to my partner entering it easily without lube during the early morning and then dumping his morning load. Drifted back to sleep and have just had a quiet day walking 10km and sunning. I doubt I will take loads tonight but planning on a hefty day tomorrow with 2 3somes planned and one more DP meet 💦😈

I didn't realize how late it had gotten with Ryan and Drew, and realizing it was after midnight I simply pulled the covers up and drifted off, my ass and cock still a mess, and now my bed as well. But I didn't care, the orgasmic bliss that I was in just gently led me into the dream world. The next two days flew by as the weekend arrived, and I was awoken early Saturday morning by the chime of my phone. I had a message from a profile that, despite the lack of a head, I could tell had to be Drew. Tagging him as a buddy, I responded to his message and found he was crashing at Ryan's and wondered if he could come over for some morning action. My libido was apparently back in overdrive and I told him to head over when he was ready. As I prepared for his arrival, I worked a decent width dildo up my ass to try and prepare myself for my hole being stretched wide. I also grabbed my set of sounds and gently probed my cock with a few different sizes while gently stroking. Another message from Drew informed me he was just 10 minutes out, so I pushed the dildo out with a plop and put my sounds away. I hopped in the shower and rinsed off, and decided to let loose a stream of piss as I emptied my bladder. It burned a bit as I pissed, and I chided myself for apparently not having used enough lube on the sounds. Shaking the last few drops away I soaped up quickly, rinsed off, and had just finished toweling when I heard the knock at my door. I didn't even bother to dress, and as I swung the door open Drew charged in and took me in a fierce embrace. I hadn't expected that, and as he pushed the door shut behind him, he broke off the kiss and stepped back to undress. I took in the view as he shucked his jacket and sweats--apparently all he had bothered to throw on. I admired his firm chest and body, and his shaggy brown hair with a light scruff drove me wild. His green eyes pierced deep into mine as he stood, his uncut meat already rising and a strand of milkish-colored precum dangling. He never broke eye contact as he approached me, and kissed me again. We stood there, just inside my door, our lips locked for almost five minutes just savoring each other's mouth. Drew pulled back and once again locking eyes on me said, "fuck man, as good as I remember you looking," with a devilish grin. He reached out and, placing one hand on each shoulder, turned me around and leaned me forward. He used his legs to spread mine apart slightly and I felt him guide the tip of his cock to my hole. He had been leaking his precum a good bit during our make out session, and I felt my hole become instantly slick. He spit twice into his hand and I felt him reach down and slather it on his cock as he began to push his head into me. The foreskin of his cock slid back, allowing his head to penetrate me relatively easily, but his shaft had become solid and inflexibly rigid. Despite my earlier work with the dildo I clearly had not opened up enough, but Drew kept pushing and it started to hurt as I felt my hole begin to stretch beyond its comfort zone. He paused for a second and I felt him flex his cock inside my hole as he spit into his hand again. Withdrawing just so slightly and adding that to his cock, he resumed his pushing and I felt my ass being to cry out as this intruder kept up its relentless assault. Drew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him as he thrust his hips forward. I felt my hole tear as he slid fully into me, his thickness breaching my outer ring and the entirety of his spit-lubed cock sliding in on one go. I cried out as his hand quickly muffled me, closing over my mouth. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear, "I needed to get in you fast because I don't have a lot of time, and I plan to cum more than once before I have to get back." He began a serious assault on my ass and I felt like a ragdoll that would be tossed aside if not for the bear hug he had me in. He had an otter's chest of hair, and I could feel the friction of it on my back as he pummeled my ass chute. It wasn't 10 minutes in and I felt his cock thicken and he shoved his arrowhead in past my second ring and erupted. He cried out in what seemed like pain. "Oh fuck! Argh! Ah! Fuck! God that fucking burns! Shit! Ah!" He slowed momentarily as I felt his chest heaving. As his breathing slowed down a little he began long-dicking my hole, which was now taking his girth with ease given it had been pummeled and lubricated from within. I was panting a bit myself, and as he began thrusting forward forcefully with each long withdrawal, I took my own uncut piece in my hand and began stroking myself. We got into a rhythm as he long dicked me, slamming back into my ass as his balls swung forward and hit mine. He pushed my back forward and my head dropped so I was bent over. I continued to stroke my own cock, feeling the burning sensation in my piss tube that I knew would grow when I came myself. Drew began to pick up the pace, really slamming my ass hard as each time he nearly withdrew completely. My hole had opened so willingly for him now that he could pretty much pull the tip out and go right back in. My hand dropped from my cock and I reached back to hold his hands, firmly gripping my waste on either side. I felt him again begin to thicken and I knew what came next, as he slammed forward and held himself as deep in me as he could, flooding my guts with another large load of his cum. He leaned forward, his sweaty hair landing in between my shoulder blades as he continued to shudder and swear under his breath about how much cumming hurt. I wondered how long it had been and how backed up and blue his balls were for him to be this sensitive. Eventually the twitching stopped, and he slowly began to pull out. As his cock plopped out of my hole, we both slowly brought ourselves upright and I turned to face him, looking down at the sizeable penis that had just rearranged my insides. With a little smattering of cum on his cock that had stayed as he withdrew, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his now softening cock as I went to work cleaning it. I noticed another of those bruises hidden above his cock in his bush, but kept sucking with abandon until I had cleaned his cock fully. As I stood he moved in for another kiss, and after a few swirls around in my mouth with his tongue, he broke our embrace and slowly turned to pick up his clothes. I noticed the bruise I had seen on the back of his leg had grown a little, and I decided to ask him about it. "That bruise on your leg, you must really have slammed into something huh? Seems to have gotten worse since the other day." "Ah, yeah, it'll be fine, I bruise pretty easily I guess. Didn't remember hitting it on anything, but there it is," he said with a dismissive laugh. He finished dressing and gave me a quick kiss before heading out the door. As he closed the door, I felt a glob of his cum suddenly drop onto the inside of my right leg, and I looked down and noticed it was a bit pink. Shit, he really must have torn up my ass. I hopped back in the shower and rinsed off, while also gently fingering my hole as it slowly began to close itself after that brutal pounding. I hopped out and toweled myself off and heard my phone chime again. I noticed Drew had sent a thank you message (how quirky and silly), and asked if he and Ryan could pop over later in the evening. I debated if that was a good idea given how sore I knew I'd be by then, but I acquiesced and we settled on seven that night. Little did I know what was about to happen in just a few short hours...

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1

beautiful arse - love the hair

Damn this is really hot ….. I would love to be that silver daddy….But before we got in the shower I would have buried my face in those sweaty hairy pits of his (and some thing tells me I could spend hours nursing on those nips i hope there is a second chapter with what goes on at the dorm

YES! Thank you!!

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Yes. It's damn sexy 2 holes side by side taking cock

Makes me wanna go and work out!

OH hell yes! Your life will change, for the better!

30 years ago, there was still enormous pressure to conform to the norm. Being gay in rural UK in those days just wasn't an option. Although I knew I was at least Bi, if not gay, I chose to marry a woman. I have been married 25yrs but my wife went off sex 20 years ago. I needed to get off somehow, and meeting guys was the obvious answer, somehow it doesn't feel like cheating in the same way as if I was having an affair with another woman. Sex with men is totally different. It is far more adventurous and experimental. It was years before a guy persuaded me to get on prep and go BB, but when I did, it added a whole new dimension to my sex life. Thankfully society has changed and certainly in the UK, being gay is now generally accepted and we can all live the lives that we want to. Hopefully I am in the last generation who have had to hide their true feelings, just to conform to society.

Clearly there is more sleezy action happening in some of these city’s north of London.

You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued

My boyfriend can go for an hour or more when he's in the right mood. The first time he fucked me my inner thighs cramped up and I had chafing against my taint, but the sex was off the charts incredible. The thing I've learned is that vaseline is my best friend when we're about to fuck like that. I love having him stroke my ass out while I lay back and relax, but regular lube just doesn't cut it for me. Also, change positions at least 3 times per hour or you might have a bad cramp that kills the mood. I tend to cramp up the most when I'm being taken missionary for more than 20 minutes. Being on my hands and knees for a long time tests my core strength, but I won't cramp as easily. When he lays flat and lets me ride him, I can go 45 minutes before my thighs cramp up. Drink some Gatorade ahead of time if you can. Enjoy that big dick!

Sits back with a bowl of popcorn and waits to see the fireworks. 🫨

I was paid twice to be fucked. First time when I was in my mid-twenties, was chatting with a guy online, offered me $160 to come to his hotel room for a suck and fuck session. Second time I hooked up with an older gent in a bathhouse, took me to his room, and kept throwing $20 bills on me while he fucked me and called me a "cash slut".

It was a bit of an open secret that I was bi when I was in high school - I wasn’t out but word gets around so people knew. The guys I hooked up with were gay and as far as I knew nobody else in my school was known to be bi. Once word about me got around I started getting some weird kind of friendly interest from a few straight guys - completely platonic, nothing sexual happened with them, but in retrospect I think they might have been curious and trying to test the waters a bit. I think because I was bi and also hooked up with girls they might have felt safer compared to pursuing one of the gay guys, or maybe I was seen as more of “one of the guys” because I also got with girls. Funny enough I got more interest from girls who heard I was bi too, I don’t know why - it was a shame for me though because I’ve always preferred guys. There were plenty of guys at school whose balls I wanted to drain but I didn’t get anywhere with most of them unfortunately.

The terms have been mixed up a bit in recent years. We do have a living language. For example, in the past the word 'gay' was not connected at all with 'homosexual men'. The word 'gay' in its original meaning means 'cheerful' or 'happy'. Like the word 'gay', the word 'faggot' has also changed meaning in recent years. I think you're using the word "faggot" in its old sense, as "gay man?" Because sucking cock and getting your ass fucked doesn't make you a fagot in the new sense. Then you are a gay man. You are a 'faggot' in the new sense if you aim to satisfy men without getting sexual satisfaction yourself. His pleasure is a faggots goal. A 'faggot' is a service point. A piece of fuck meat. What men use to empty their balls into. Being 'gay' and being 'a faggot' is something totally different these days.

I've done that a couple of times and I sincerely appreciate the cocksmith cumhound fag mouths and throats that are led by the hand in the dark to den or garage after a quick round of texts/messages/emails with no pics from me and the promise of stuffing their mouths and throats with dad dick and that if they do a good job they'll be rewarded with a fresh-from-the-uncircumcised-tap-dick-head a load of top quality seed to help a growing boy continue to serve the high purpose of being a cunt-y little cock worshiper in a way that most wives could only dream.

You shouldn’t be ashamed. You did nothing wrong. I know you didn’t trust your instincts, but if it worked out okay you’d call that “being brave” or “pushing your boundaries”. Rape is not the survivor’s fault. Ever.

Surprise Chapter! Since writing from Dominic and Jay's perspectives, I started thinking of writing from Peter's perspective, specifically what happened between him and Lewis. Every time I think about it, it changes, so I'm getting it out once and for all. Since I haven't written this before, there are no parts I can skip over because you've already read them like in Dominic and Jay's chapters. Because of that, I'm splitting Peter's perspective chapters into 2 parts. Part 1 now. Part 2 in a few days. I hope you find them enjoyable. Just be aware that Peter isn't fucking bare yet, so there will be condom use in part 2. Sorry. Just remember that the next time we see Peter and Lewis together after these two parts, there won't be any condoms allowed. I guarantee it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 19: Peter wants Lewis (part 1) “Don’t forget about your test next Tuesday,” I called to my students as they scrambled to leave the classroom. I sat at my desk and watched as they left, finding my eyes focused on several of the male students. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. You can’t do this, Peter, I thought. You know it’s wrong. It wasn’t an age thing. All these students were 18, just at the limit of legal, but it was still wrong. Firstly, I was married. My right hand played with the ring on my left hand, spinning it around my finger as I watched the last male student leave, admiring his ass in his tight jeans. Stop, Peter. You can’t do this. I shut my eyes and tried to clear my mind of the impure thoughts. I’m married to a woman. I’m a good Christian man. I’m a good teacher. Who am I kidding? I'm a total... “Mr. Flanagan?” My eyes flew open and found Lewis Berg standing in the doorway. Lewis was one of my students in third period history, but he was also on the basketball team which I coached. I also knew Lewis from church where I had known him since he was just a kid. At times, I forgot how old some of these students had become, growing up before my eyes, becoming men. “Lewis. What’s up?” “I just wanted to know if I could talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” I watched as he entered the room, taking a seat in one of the front desks. Lewis was of average height, close to my own. He was one of the shorter guys on the team, but he was fast. While some of the taller guys allowed their height to be their source of power, Lewis worked out his body to make up for the deficit. I’d seen him routinely use the school gym and even caught sight of him at the gym I attended from time to time. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t stolen extra seconds admiring his work on his body. He was strong, evident from his thick arms in his basketball jersey. Even then, I found myself admiring the man he had become, a man that I wanted to… “What’s up?” “Well,” he said, looking around himself, clearly embarrassed. “It’s about my girlfriend, Becca.” “What about her?” I asked. I knew Becca. Among the school, she was considered a bit of an entitled bitch. She seemed the type expecting everyone to treat her like a princess, which I refused to do. I also knew that Lewis was only the most recent guy she was dating, having gone through several in the past. How Lewis had matched up with her, I didn’t know. Then again, looking him over, I could see what she saw in him. “Well, this is embarrassing,” he said. “Lewis,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “You can tell me. Think of me not as Mr. Flanagan the teacher or Coach Flanagan. Think of me as Peter Flanagan from church. Tell me what’s wrong.” He sighed, nodding. “Becca and I have been dating for a few months, and I really like her, but, she says she wants to break up with me.” “Why is that?” “That’s the problem,” he said. “She wants to have sex, and I told her I wouldn’t.” “I see,” I said. “Didn’t she know that you were waiting till marriage?” A part of me laughed at this, knowing full well that many men who say they’re waiting till marriage don’t. Hell, I didn’t wait till marriage. I couldn’t manage to keep my cock under control when I was this kid’s age. If it wasn’t in my hand, I was desperately trying to find something to shove it into. At that age, I’d managed to be content with pussy. But now… “She says if I really love her, that it shouldn’t matter,” he said. “I see. Well, Lewis, you already know what I’m going to say. I also know what your parents will say if you do what Becca wants.” “I know,” he said, hanging his head. “Not to mention what would happen if you got her pregnant.” I thought of my own wife and our troubles conceiving. I started imagining my seed, plentiful, growing inside of... “They’d kill me,” he said. “I just really like her.” “Lewis, the choice is yours,” I told him. “I think, in the end, you’ll do the right thing.” “Thanks, Mr. Flanagan.” Lewis said, standing up and reaching to shake my hand. I started to stand but felt my pants tenting, so I sat back down, stretching to shake his hand. Fuck, even his handshake was strong, causing my tenting to grow taller. “I’ll see you at practice.” “Sounds good,” he said. I don’t know when I started wearing the extra tight jockstrap to practices, but it was the only thing that managed to keep my raging boner under control. I kept it in my office near the gym, a small area the school allotted me. Before every practice I would go to my office, strip down, pull on the tight jockstrap, and put everything back on again. The fabric crushed my balls, but it kept my dick from running wild and exposing the fact that I… It was difficult not admiring the young men as they ran up and down the court, sweating, their muscles catching the light in the gym. I never looked at anyone underage, of course, but there was something about the young men who were about to leave high school and enter the tough world that caused my dick to swell. Throughout practice, I caught myself watching Lewis more than anyone else. He was a talented player, working hard to keep the team moving. He was a natural leader. He’d be a strong, capable man one day. Fuck, I thought, watching as he did a layup, his tufts of armpit hair sticking out, covered in sweat. I wanted Lewis so bad. After practice, the guys hit the showers and I had to resist the urge to watch them. I went to my office and sat at my desk, pulling my pants down and grabbing hold of my raging boner. I just need to cum, I thought, starting to jerk off. That’s all. My wife and I hadn’t fucked in forever, my hyperspermia seen as a gross genetic deformity in her eyes. I knew I was going to have a huge mess to clean up once I was done, but I had no choice. I had to rid myself of these thoughts, the thoughts a lack of sex had left me with. My balls were full, needing release, especially for a man like me. I was a man left with nothing to use other than my right hand for physical pleasures, though I desperately wanted to shove my dick as hard as I could deep inside of… “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis opened my office door just as I started cumming, ropes of cum shooting out and hitting the top of my desk, dripping down over my shoes and my pants and underwear which were around my ankles. Thank God there was a front to my desk or Lewis would have seen a geyser erupting. “Lewis,” I said, still in the middle of my orgasm. I moved forward toward my desk, hiding the fact that I was naked from the waist down. I tried to control my face as waves of pleasure shook my body. Seeing his face, seeing his body clothed in nothing but a towel, caused my orgasm to go into overdrive. I felt as if I wanted to pass out from the pleasure. “I just wanted to say thanks for talking to me today,” he said. “You’re right. I know what I’ve got to tell Becca.” “Happy to help,” I said, stifling a moan. Lewis closed the door, unaware of having just caught me in an orgasm which had his name written all over it. I fell back into my chair, my dick hitting the bottom of my desk where my cum was dripping down all over my legs. I took time to catch my breath. Fuck, I thought. That was too close. My wife fell asleep before I did, allowing me the opportunity to slip out of bed. I went down to the basement/my office and booted up my computer. I went online and looked up pictures from the school’s website, finding every picture I could of Lewis from our recent games. Even they weren’t enough. I logged onto Facebook and found his profile. He and his family had gone to Florida over Christmas break, giving me dozens of photos of him on the beach. If the pictures of his dad were any indicator of what Lewis would eventually look like, I knew his smooth body would soon be growing a thick pelt of hair. Even his dad was turning me on, a bull of a man himself. I grabbed a pillow and folded it in half, shoving my dick inside, staring at the photos of Lewis as I pumped in and out. I thought of him running on the court, covered in sweat, skin glowing from the workout. I thought of him standing in my doorway, nothing but a towel around his waist, unaware that, at that moment, my cock was erupting cum in an orgasm that he had caused. I thought of him alone in the locker room showers, his naked body mine for the taking. I'd walk in, wrap my arms around his body, one hand on his dick while the other covered his mouth. I'd thrust my dick up inside him and... “Fuck,” I said, dropping the pillow and jerking my dick. “It’s all for you, Lewis. It’s all for you.” I closed my eyes as I started cumming, my muscles tight, balls pulling up into my body to unload what would be buckets of cum. For a second, I couldn’t breathe, my mouth open wide, my mind screaming his name. As I came down from my orgasm high, I looked at my computer screen and found it coated in cum, Lewis’s face smiling behind my dripping seed. “Well,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead, “I guess that computer is ruined.” Lewis was missing from practice which was unlike him. I asked one of the other players if they knew where he was. “Don’t think he’s coming,” he told me. “His girlfriend broke up with him. I think he’s devastated.” The guy smiled, clearly thinking of the available pussy now free to fuck. The guys finished practice and showered as I returned to my office. I felt bad for ruining Lewis’ relationship, but another realization made me feel even worse. If he wasn’t willing to fuck his girlfriend, there was no way he’d be willing to… “Mr. Flanagan,” a voice called from the closed door. It opened, revealing Lewis outside. His eyes looked a bit red from crying, but I could tell that he was trying to be tough. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, motioning him to step inside. “I’m sorry for missing practice,” he said, closing the door. “I just couldn’t make it today. You see—” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I told him. “I already know what happened.” “You know that I didn’t… well, you know.” I nodded. “I just feel terrible,” he told me. “I mean, I’m glad I told her no, but now I’m feeling like shit.” Lewis’ eyes got wide at the word. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I said, standing up and walking around to the other side of my desk, leaning back on the surface. “I get it. You will feel like shit. That’s how it is when it comes to relationships. You get your heart broken.” “Did that ever happen to you?” “Plenty of times,” I said, thinking back to the first guy I had wanted to kiss, to be with, to… “It’s just so unfair,” he said. “Everyone else gets to have sex, but I can’t." "Have you talked to your dad about it?" I asked, thinking back to the shirtless pictures I had seen of him the night before. I started to imagine being sandwiched between them, by the tight jockstrap pushed my dick down, causing me to wince. "He said I did the right thing," Lewis told me. "But he also said that becase I'm upset about it, that I must be depraved, lusting after sinful things." "You're an eighteen-year-old man," I told him. "That's just what it's like at that age. Let me tell you something, it never goes away." "Really?" I nodded. "Not to bring you down, but, as a man, you aren't thinking with this head," I said, pointing to my face, "as much as you are with this one," I said, pointing at my crotch. It had been a risky statement, but I saw a small smile turn Lewis's lips. "They all think I’m some kind of freak.” "Who?" "The guys on the team," he said. "Becca's been telling everyone that I'm a virgin and that I'm pathetic. Everyone is laughing at me." “No, they aren't.” “No one is going to want me,” Lewis said, his eyes growing red again as he fought back tears. “I’m going to die a virgin.” “No, you won’t,” I said, standing up and reaching out to him, pulling him into a hug. Our chests were pressed together and I could feel his heart racing as he tried to manage his breathing. He felt warm against me, warmer than anyone I’d ever been near. “You’ll find someone who loves you,” I told him, his emotions calming, his face pressed against my shoulder. I could smell his skin, his hair, the cologne he wore. He smelled manly, young and strong. “Someone who wants to be with you, who… wants every part of you. Someone who… needs to have you close to them, held tight, in their arms.” My arms tightened around him, his body growing closer to mine. His breathing slowed. “Someone who… wants to feel your body—” Lewis pushed away from me, his red eyes narrowed and looking me over. I took a step forward, but he stepped back. “Lewis, I—” He ran out of my office, leaving me alone and now petrified for my life. Fuck! What if he tells someone? I’ll lose my job. Tell them it was all a mistake. He's overly emotional. He misunderstood. He didn’t though. I wanted him. For years I’ve kept this part of me a secret, lying to everyone I know, to my wife most of all, and now, the first person I start to open up to, and this is what happens. I turned to my desk and slammed my fists down on top, yelling. My heart was racing as tears filled my eyes. My life was over. “Mr. Flanagan…” My heart stopped. I turned slowly, finding Lewis in the doorway. “Lewis,” I said, trying to compose myself. He stepped inside. “Lewis, I’m sorry. I think that we… I mean, I think that…” He continued to walk toward me until he was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. His were blue... a clear, vibrant blue. “Lewis, I—” Lewis grabbed the back of my head and pulled us together, locking us into a kiss which sent my mind racing. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 2 coming soon. And FYI guys, I'm trying to be careful here as I'm trying to stress that there is nothing going on between an adult and someone underage. Every depiction of Lewis seen in a sexual manner is from after he turned 18 (memories, pictures, whatever). I just want to be clear. There is no sexualizing of minors in this piece or any other piece I've written or will write.

Been there many times. Love it. Last time I was there I bred a sexy bear on the outside patio with an audience. During one of the themed nights pre-COVID I took 14 loads.

To rawplug Yeah, lying in the sling getting fucked as people waited for buses outside was so cool! Probably have been bred by the same guys, though I tended to go for the older, sleazier crowd. It's a bit of a blur now, but I remember my first visit vividly. Within 20 minutes I was seduced into the sling, poppered up, legs apart and raw fucked and bred. By the time I had realised what happened it was too late to worry about it, and I left there a confirmed pig with a dripping hole.

In a couple of days I was feeling better and the rash was fading, so I decided I was well enough to put a shift in at the sauna. As I was putting on my jacket, mum appeared and said "Swing by Peter's house and take him with you, Timmy" "What for?" I said. “I had a word with his mum. He needs some pocket money." She gave me a sly wink. "She reckons he's ready and Bill's happy to take him on." I was surprised. I knew Peter from college. He was a small, plump guy with short blond hair and was very shy, turning as red as a beetroot when anyone talked to him. His mum might think he was "ready" but I wondered if he knew what he was getting into. I called round and he shouted goodbye, then blushed furiously. “Hi Timmy," He said. I smiled and said. "Hi. You ready?" He nodded and we set off. "Do you know anything about this place?" He shook his head. "Only that it’s a sauna for men and might be able to help out." I smirked to myself, noting his plump arse filling his jeans and thought he would get more than he bargained for. Bill let us in. "Hi Timmy, glad you're feeling better. You must be Peter." The young man blushed and nodded, then his eyes widened like saucers as Sid wandered out from the changing room, stark naked and sporting a huge hard-on. "Who's this?” He grinned, making no attempt to hide his swollen cock. "This is Peter; he's come to help out like Timmy." Sid gave an evil grin. "Well, I look forward to it!" Then he wandered off. Bill indicated the office and said "Leave your clothes in there and Timmy will show you round." "Our..our clothes?" Asked Peter, blushing again. "Sure," Said Bill. "This is a sauna. Everyone gets naked here. I'm only wearing shorts in case the door opens. Off you go." I led Peter into the office and began to strip. He took off his tee shirt and jeans and stood in his underwear. His body was smooth and plump, and I could see his erection through his underpants. I stripped off and saw him staring at my cock. "Well?" I said." We're all men together here. Let's see it." He blushed and lowered his pants. His cock sprang up. It wasn't long, but was very fat and stubby below his soft belly. "There you go," I said. I reached for an old tube of lube, squeezed some out and rubbed it into my arsehole. I noticed him looking at the rash on my torso, but he was too polite to ask what it was. He'd soon find out! "Wh..what's that for?" He asked, indicating the lube. "C'mon. I'll show you." We went out, and Bill eyed him up and down. "Nice! There's plenty in today, Timmy. So take a bag and go empty some bins. Show Peter around." It was cute the way he placed his hands over his swollen cock. I took a bag and said "Let's go upstairs” I led the way up the narrow stairs, heading to the lounge. Inside, Sid, Arthur and a couple of other regulars were sat on sofas watching a porn movie on the TV. “Welcome back!” Said Arthur, stroking his glistening cock as he watched the screen “who’s this?” As he spoke, he took my wrist and guided me to my knees on the sofa. “ This is Peter,” I replied as he got slowly off the sofa and got behind me “ He’s come to help out..ooof! That’s good!” I gasped as his heavy cock slid easily up me. “Yeah,” He said, grunting like a pig. “I need to dump my load.” I looked across and saw Peter staring in shock as he watched me being buggered, but his cock was stiff as a poker and drooling precum as looked at Arthur’s wrinkled buttocks driving in and out. “Here it comes!” He grunted and I felt his cock swell and throb as he spurted up me. “Oh my!” I heard Peter say as Arthur pulled out and he saw a drool of cum leak from my hole. I got up as the others laughed at Peter’s face, emptied the bin and guided him back downstairs. We went into the empty changing room and I smiled at him. “You enjoyed that didn’t you? He blushed and nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “It was very exciting.” Then he looked slyly at me “But shouldn’t you use a condom? It’s risky isn’t it? I grinned. “Yep. But it’s too late for me to worry about that! I’ve been bred by everyone here and I’m well pregnant by now.” He gasped and I saw realisation cross his face. “If you are worried about that, you’d better go. Unless you want to get knocked up. They like to bareback and breed. They’re a dirty bunch.” He didn’t say anything as we went back to the front desk. Bill was talking to one of the regulars I hadn’t seen for a while, a short, muscular guy with a pot belly and spindly legs. “Need another bag.” I said and got one from the office. “Still need to check the rooms upstairs.” “I need a coffee, first.” Said Bill. Bill took the bag and gave it to Peter. “You do it while Timmy makes the coffee,” He said. Bill smiled and winked at the muscular guy. Peter looked nervous, then blushed and his hand shook as he took the bag. “Go on,” said Bill. “It’s your turn now.” Not meeting my eyes, Peter turned and went upstairs. The muscular guy watched Peter’s ample bottom as he went, and licked his lips. For the first time, I noticed the biohazard tattoo on his hip. “Think I’ll go and watch some TV!” He said and sauntered off upstairs. Bill smiled at me. “Give it 10 minutes, then go check on him.” He said. “But I bet they’ll have got up him in 5!” I made Bill’s coffee. He was on the phone, so I decided to go upstairs. There was no sign of Peter, but there was a powerful smell of poppers. Sid and Arthur came out of the TV room with Peter between them. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed. “Come and have a lie down.” Arthur said. “Bill won’t mind.” He winked at me. “He’s a bit poppered up!” They disappeared into the sling room, followed by the muscular guy and the rest of the trolls from the TV room. I followed, and watched as they got him into the sling. Arthur pressed a brown bottle under his nose. He gasped, shuddered and sagged into the leather seat as Sid and the muscular gut raised his legs and put his feet into the stirrups. “There you go. Just relax. We’ve got a gift for you.” Said the muscular guy in a hoarse whisper. I leant against the door and watched as Peter was trussed up and readied for action. The muscular guy tore open a sachet of lube and rubbed it into Peter’s arsehole, making him gasp as his finger ploughed up him “Tight!” He laughed, rubbing his erect cock which was red and inflamed with a distinct sore glistening wetly on the fat head. Then he got between Peter’s legs and I craned forward to watch him begin to slide his cock into my friend’s hole. “Oooh! It’s too big!” Peter gasped as the diseased head began to open him up, but Arthur clamped the bottle to his nostrils and as he sniffed the man drove his cock up him in one smooth movement until he was balls deep. “OH!” I heard Peter gasp, and then the man began to thrust slowly, even gently in and out until Peter sagged in surrender. “There you go!” He whispered. “What your hole is for, you slut” He began to thrust harder as the others urged him on. “I’m going to cum!” He grunted. Arthur bent forward and kissed Peter and held him tight as the man thrust and thrust then shuddered and gasped as he orgasmed. I watched his shuddering body and felt my cock grow hard as I saw Peter being filled with dirty cum. “That’s better!” He said, and stood back. I watched his cock flop out of Peter’s dark, lubricated slit. “Who’s next?” He whispered. Arthur didn’t need an invitation. He scuttled round the sling on his old legs, his cock grasped in his wrinkled fist and got between Peter’s plump thighs. Peter gasped as Arthur entered him, his slack buttocks rippling as he began to fuck. “Gor! Nice!” He gasped. “Gonna knock him up good.” It didn’t take long for him to cum. As he stood back, there was a scramble for access and then an old, fat man with blotches on his fat thighs got into position and slid his cock home with a satisfied sigh. I left them to it. Emptying the rest of the bins as I heard Peter groaning as the group took their turn. I went downstairs and Bill looked up “Well?” He said. “You were right – only took five minutes!” “Great.” He replied, pulling me behind the counter and dropping his shorts. His hips and thighs were covered in a nasty rash “Your fault.” He said with a grin then bent me over the counter and began to fuck me as he whispered filth in my ear…

Bill sat beside me on the bed and wiped himself with a tissue mum handed him. Then he sipped some tea and grinned. "So, I hear Timmy's been a bad boy." He said. She laughed. "Your fault, you old sod. It was you who broke him in at the sauna!" I lay there with Bill's cum dripping from my arsehole listening to them talking like I wasn't there as Bill drank his tea. "When's he coming back to the sauna?" SHe shrugged. "Couple of days, Bill." He nodded, got off the bed and pulled up his trousers and stuffed his cock into his stained underpants. "OK," He said and slapped my rump. "Be good, Timmy!" He laughed and sidled out of the room. Mum cleaned my hole with a tissue, then went off to prepare dinner.

I was 13, I think 12 to 15 is a good time to start..

I grew up in the 1970's....when everything was fun and nothing was too serious. At least that's how it seemed at the time. I was living in a little nowhere town in a nowhere Midwestern state. It was the kind of place you'd drive through and not notice a single detail. But I loved it. My best friend Kenny and I lived only three houses away from each other and out parents were friends. We spent every spare second together - especially in the Summer. We'd walk all over town and tell each other outrageous lies and dirty words we'd heard. One of out favorite places to hang out was in a little park right behind this ancient old house that everyone our age absolutely knew was haunted. It was one of those Victorian three-story beasts surrounded by an iron fence and a completely overgrown yard. It had been empty since I can remember. It had probably once been painted white, but every trace of latex had long since weathered away, exposing old rotting wood. I swear, if you saw the Addams family on the front porch, you would not be shocked. Kenny and I used to get as close to that place as we could dare each other to, but we seldom got farther than the fence. A few years later we found ourselves in junior high with deeper voices, bigger frames and hints of facial hair. We barely got any braver, though. But somewhat. Some nights we'd share one of his dad's cigarettes and walk to that old house. I swear we once saw flashes of light - like camera flashes - through the top windows. We ran all the way home. A week or so later we ventured back after dark and one of us had the daring idea to go inside. !! We easily scaled the fence and found ourselves on the sidewalk leading to the front door. It felt terrifying but exhilarating. The second we set foot on the front porch, the structure made a creak that sent us scrambling away. Who knows what happened, but Kenny and I drifted apart in high school. I was more into art, drama and debate while he gravitated toward the greasy, pot-smoking crowd. Things stayed that way for years until I graduated and went away to college in the mid-80's. During one of my regular phone calls home to ask for money, my mom told me that Kenny had a stroke and died. I didn't know quite what to feel except for a small sadness. We hadn't talked in forever and now I guess we never would. I worked hard at school and came home that Summer with every intention of just sleeping late and eating my mom's pretty excellent cooking for three months. It was relaxing but also pretty boring. One late night I found myself going through my room and looking at old junk in my closet. I found so much stuff that reminded me of Kenny. So many things from my childhood were at last partially connected to my old pal in some way. I found myself staring out the window, wishing he were still nearby so we could go do something. It was almost midnight when I crept downstairs and went to the kitchen. I planned on raiding the fridge for leftovers, but grabbed a few of Dad's beers instead. I then silently went out the back door. It was a nice, warm evening with a symphony of frogs and crickets singing in celebration. I walked down a few streets, brazenly downing my beers in public. Who cared? Everybody was asleep and the only law enforcement this county had was one fat-ass sheriff who was probably manning a speed trap miles away on the highway. I got lost in my thoughts as I waked. I was changing as time as going by. I knew I liked guys more than girls. The more I would try to push those feelings down, the more they would sneak into my dreams. It was not a good time to think like that. A cancer had emerged and killed people who thought the way I was starting to think. I tossed my empty can and started drinking the next one when I realized I'd walked all the way to that same old house. Maybe my old pal Kenny had led me here. I climbed over the fence without even really worrying about it or feeling scared. I sat on the front steps and finished my last beer. After I heaved my empty can into corner of the meadow-like yard, I noticed that the night had grown strangely silent. No crickets. No frogs. Nothing. I just noticed it -- it didn't spook me or anything. I stood up, turned around and approached the front door. Well of course it was locked but I pushed anyway. And it opened as the ancient, rusted lock crumbled in on itself. I swear as I opened the door I swear I heard some scuffling from somewhere inside. Raccoons, probably. There was enough of the streetlight and the full moon coming through the ancient windows that I could kind of make out what I was seeing: A big, bare front room that smelled like old dust and mildew. No big deal. And suddenly a small blue light went on about seven feet in front of me. What the?.... "Hey Trespasser -- got a smoke?", a voice said somewhere behind the blue light. I pivoted on my heels and was heading for the door when the light got brighter. Yep. I was going to die now. "Don't go nowheres, ShitHead! Got a cigarette or not?" "No", was all I could manage in a voice that sounded like I was 10 years old all over again. I dared to turn around again. in this brighter light, I could make out the cigarette-wanter. A hobo obviously. In his underwear, shirtless and barefoot. He was a giant beast of a bum, covered with dark body fur. He was really fat and had a full, unkempt beard. "Yer the trespasser here -- I already been livin' here for three whole days and three whole nights". Well, I guess I was guilty then. But really? What could he do? Call the cops? I mustered the ability to say "Sorry, man. I was just checking things out. I'll just go now. Take care". I turned to leave. Suddenly there was an inhumanly-big arm around my neck. "You done busted my door, Trespasser. You gonna pay to fix it?" He wasn't actually choking me, but I was still finding it hard to breathe. I felt the rancid air in his lungs wash over the top of my head. He sniffed. "You been drinkin', little man?" 'J-just a few beers", I answered. 'Shit. I ain't had me beer in months. I thought I'd done been cured of wanting it while I was in prison out in Colorado. But I still want one almost every goddamned day". He spun me around to face him. I looked up and saw that we wasn't ugly at all. Maybe a little dirty with some serious bad body odor, but this fat giant was not without appeal. Maybe the blue light from his little lantern was making me see things. He was Bluto from the "Popeye" cartoons. "Come here and have a seat", he instructed as he drug me over to a pile of old blankets, ancient coats and a few dirty throw pillows. He plopped me down on my ass and then settled his bulk right next to me. He was still in his underwear and I could make out an arching hard-on pushing the fly to its limits. For a reason only the primal part of my brain knows, I reached over to touch the bulge. I wanted to see it uncovered. I wanted to see it really, really badly. "No no no", he said, "that fucker between my legs is poisonous as a rattlesnake now. You can keep going but it ain't going to end well for you. I ended up catchin' some lethal shit in a prison in California". I wasn't thinking of his words, I yanked down his filthy underwear and gazed in awe at the giant, magnificent piece of uncut meat now bobbing in the blue light. It didn't look diseased in the least. I bent down and took the big cock head in my mouth. THIS. This is what I'd secretly wanted for over a year now. i tasted every flavor and wasn't turned-off by any of them. I could do this for hours. But Bluto had other ideas as he pulled my head off his dick. "Uh oh, You went and done it now. Get ready." Huh? "It'll be easier if you kneel down on all fours -- like this". He flipped me over and I was suddenly posed like the Sphinx staring straight down at a granny-ish throw pillow with a toy poodle stitched on the front. I stayed like that for a few seconds while he adjusted himself right behind me. His big ol' gut was resting on my lower spine. Sex? Gay Man Sex was happening? Now? Really? All doubts were remove as I felt that big penis explored my ass crack. "I can try and pull out in time, but I ain't promisin' nothin". That made no sense to me. I mean, what? Then the tip of his dick poked into my bare hole and it felt like fire. SHIT!!! I was trying to form a protest, but his giant hand reached around and closed over my mouth. I distantly thought of the sheriff and semi-wished he'd come in here with his gun drawn and then help me escape. That didn't happen as this man kept pushing deeper inside of me. And then deeper despite the screams I was issuing through those fat fingers over my lips. A pause. He was all the way in and moaning with pleasure that I sure wasn't feeling. It starting hurting a little less with each thrust. And just when I was able to catch my breath, he stopped. Long pause as he groaned and then yelled "Oh Fucking YEAH!!". It was over? He collapsed on top of me and stayed there while my thoughts went everywhere and nowhere. And I could go nowhere with his mass still on top of me. But then he climbed off and sat against a wall as I put my clothes back on. My ribs ached and my ass was still burning. And leaking. My neck and shoulders were sore as well. I guess the batteries in his lantern were starting to die, because the blue light was dimming and flickering a bit. I wished I had some cash to give him because he needed so much. But I didn't have anything so I headed for the door. "Hold up", he called after me. "Yer probably going to get sick with the flu n a week or two. Take aspirin and drink water and you'll feel better soon." "OK. Gotta go. Take care". i wished my house was closer because it was hard to walk with the pain that ran all through me. I wished Kenny was walking with me with a cigarette we could share. I wished many things on that painful walk, but none of those wishes came true.