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Had a night in Raleigh Tuesday night. Not ideal - night of the historic southern snowstorm! Despite this, got 3 loads in my ass and two down my throat. Don't know what it is about those southern boys, but they know how to hit the spots. Highlight was the last fuck - amazing cock (medium length, cock, cut, on the thick side), and one of the few loads I could feel hitting the walls of my hole. Super nice guy; would 100% fuck again. When I let the loads out after, it looked like a lot more than 3... btw, this seems like small potatoes to many of you I'm sure, but it's beating my previous record!

I love to suck cock. But getting bred is what my body craves. I can be at the video store cruising and suck 10 cocks but I am not leaving until I have been bred at least once. I am also a fan of ass to mouth. It enhances the experience for the man. My hole is sloppy so it tends to move things along when I suck him as well. Almost never have I had a man that would rather cum in my mouth rather than my cunt. It’s nature. A man wants to procreate and I want to carry his children. Lol

I know nothing about prison sex other than the porn I’ve seen! 🤣 But I have a firsthand story about a guy his first day out of prison. I was doing one of my long weekends in a local cheap sleazy motel. Hooked up with a guy who said he wanted to party. Invited him to the motel. He walked in, rough looking, thick and bulky, with lots of amateur tats. But prepped our party and blasted off. He was incredible intense. Extremely nasty. And just fierce in every way. There was an animalistic frenzy about him. During our break after the first round, he admitted he had been released from prison that day. He actually showed me some of the papers so it was legit. He’s been gone for seven years and this was his first release for partying and sex without the fear of being caught by the guards. We then continued into a second round just as intense as the first. I tried to contact him a couple of days later, but obviously he had been using a Birner phone. I often wonder what happened to him. And I jerk off a lot thinking about him.

I live my life one load at a time. I am a greedy bottom who wants cum in my hole as often as possible. I usually don’t care who it comes from, but lately have found myself super attracted to my supervisor. I’m 26, working in a small medical office. I’ve got a nice build and a round, big ass that i love to show off. We recently switched scrubs brands and i’ve noticed my supervisor’s cock print more. The switch was a great idea. Being a small office, the staff is pretty close and goes out to drinks/events together quite often. One night while out my supervisor, let’s call him Jack, while drunk, mentions to a few of us that he loves his wife but he hasn’t gotten laid or even touched in years. My ears perked up a bit, but i let him vent. Over the next couple of weeks I had found ways to get him alone and spend more time with me than usual. Jack is 55, grey/white hair and beard with a stocky solid build. I “needed help” moving a box and managed to be alone in a supply closet with him while we were lifting the box. This closet really was a tight fit for the both of us and I “accidentally” rubbed my ass on his bulge a bit while trying to scoot past him. I apologized and he told me not to worry about it. I thanked him for his help and went about my day. Later that same night, I couldn’t stop thinking about his print and how good he would feel inside of me. I was feral for this man. I wanted to service him in anyway that he needed. Jack is seemingly straight. I couldn’t be so as bold as to just invite him over. I found an excuse for him to come over. I needed a shelf built he was over in about 15 minutes and we were building a shelf. I made sure to wear my shortest shorts and my tightest tank top. Once the building was done i offered him a beer and we started chatting. I brought up what he had said about not getting any and asked him how he handles that stress. He says he spends many nights taking extra long in the bathroom before bed to relieve himself. I very boldly tell him that i think he’s very handsome and i get it. He blushed a bit and said thank you. I then thank him for helping me so much lately and ask him if there’s anything i could do for him to return the favor at this point my cum hungry brain has taken over and i’m staring at his bulge again. He brushed this off a little and i thought i had striked out. later on in the conversation he’s venting about his situation and mentions that he just wants to blown again because it’s been years. I nod and reiterate that it feels nice, staring at his bulge some more. My hormones take over and I finally ask “Jack, do you want me to blow you?” He acts a bit shocked at first kind of staring at me puzzled. He then unzips his jeans without saying a word and i’m on my knees. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and feel it grow inside me. While i’m sucking his cock he starts playing with my jockstrap. I take that as a sign to take my shorts off. I let it be known how much i love his cock. And how good it feels down my throat, “Do you wanna fuck me Jack?” I ask. “do you have a condom?” he replies. I tell him i don’t. but briefly explain prep to him. Being a mostly straight man, he’s hesitant but he says he’s fine with that. I straddle him, slowly itching his fat cock into my tight hole. I watch his head go back and his eyes roll as i’m bouncing up and down his cock. I’m only a few bounces in when he tells me his about to cum. He tells me to keep riding him because he’s gonna cum inside of me. I happily oblige. He lets out a huge moan and i feel his cock pulse in twitch inside of me. He came buckets inside my tight hole. I stay put for a second. looking at his face. He’s got a huge smile on and just says he needed that. i slowly pull off of his cock and make sure to clean him off with my mouth. He zips his pants up and leaves. I text him letting him know that whenever he needs a release to let me know. He has been using as his pocket pussy ever since.

When I top, the sensation of popping through the second hole is mind -blowing, reminds me how hung I am and what a fuck beast I become when I’m drilling that hard and deep. The second hole just feels so good as it’s gripping my cock head and milking me. I’ve only experienced the breach as a bottom on a few occasions. Once a superbly hung German with a 12” cock rutted my as and broke through my barrier. It was as intense. Another time was by a handsome Brazilian breeder who was 10”. My physiology probably requires a guy being over 9” to reach my inner hole. The position seems to also be important, getting into the right angle, for maximum cock penetration.

[This story keeps getting flagged on my Patreon as against their overly strict policies, so now it's yours for free] My attraction to Gunnar started the second I realized he was gay. I was 16, and my parents insisted I get a summer job. My favorite aunt hooked me up with a job in the shipping and receiving department at her plumbing supply store. Gunnar was 26 at the time. Standing 6’2”, easily 220 lbs, pure muscle, all man. His firm handshake, his booming voice, his scruffy trimmed beard, the entire package was like a wet dream for me. When I realized we’d be working closely together all day, every day, I no longer cared that my summer vacation was going to be working in a dark, cold stock room. At this point in my self-discovery process, I hadn’t developed a gaydar, though his always perfectly groomed hair and well-put-together outfits should’ve been a ping on my gaydar since most guys that look like he does ooze toxic masculinity. I thought he was supposed to dress nice because he was in charge of our department and often took meetings with “higher-ups.” Turns out, he could've been dressed in a t-shirt and jeans like I do every day. I found out he’s gay when he was pulling up an email to show me about the 4th of July schedule, and he fat-fingered the screen, and it flipped over to his already open Grindr account. He swiped it away quickly with a “Oh, sorry” and then went on to show me the email. Which I couldn’t focus on at all because of my weeks of jerking off thinking about what he might look like naked or how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to him; it all turned out to be a possibility all of a sudden. It took every fiber of my being to will my dick to stay down through that conversation as I stood there, staring through his phone as if I were reading the email, but I was really inhaling his scent and going through my head to see what I missed that would have outed him sooner. Did I miss him flirting with me? I’m not proud of myself, but that night, I downloaded Grindr to check out his profile. It was tricky; I turned off my location settings and had a blank profile because I was kinda scared of Grindr. I wasn’t out yet and didn’t want Grindr to be how I got outed. I waited for him to go into a meeting before I opened my account and was disappointed. He wasn’t online. It took a few weeks of sneaking peaks at my phone at work before he finally popped up on my grid. When I saw what was obviously his torso as the nearest square, I had a panic and quickly locked my phone. I realize he couldn’t see me seeing him, but it felt like when you sneak a peek at the guy next to you in the urinal. You can only glance; you can’t stare. I did rush off to the bathroom, though, and started studying his profile. 6’2”, 225lbs, top, hung, “looking for friends and more,” and the pics had my dick bricked up in a lightning-fast reaction. The torso pic was terrific, he is so fit it’s almost offensive. I’m in good shape, I’m on the baseball team when in school, so it keeps me in good shape; plus, I get to see the rest of the jocks in my school in their athletic cups, and…Jesus, I’m a pervert. His second pic was him in a speedo on a beach somewhere; the bulge in his swim brief was not helping my erection go down. His third pic was him and two guys wearing some kind of hiking clothes, all of their muscles also bulging out of their shirts. That made me feel, on top of the obvious reasons, like he wouldn’t be into me even if I told him I was also into guys. The following school year, I came out to my friends and then my family. I still didn’t come out to Gunnar, though. I don’t know why. When spring rolled around, I finally messaged him on Grindr one night when he was still on my grid and I was at home in my bedroom. We got to chatting. I am not proud of this either, but when he asked me for a pic, I sent him a pic of someone else who looked older than me but not so handsome that it would seem fake. Thankfully, he believed me. I told him I was in town for work and staying with family, so I couldn’t guarantee a meetup. At first, he was pretty stand-off; his responses were pretty short. Sometime around midnight, though, he seemed to be on the prowl. Gunnar: are you able to sneak away from your family? Me: I don’t think so. I’m kinda stuck here. Gunnar: damn, that’s a shame. Me: Why? Gunnar: I’m fucking horny. My dick was so hard in my boxers it snaked itself out of the fly and demanded my attention. I tip-toed to the bedroom door and locked it quietly. Then, I slowly stroked myself while continuing the conversation with him. Me: Yeah, me too. Gunnar: you top or bottom? I hadn’t really thought about it. I hadn’t even jerked off with another guy; how could I know? Do I need to know before I have sex with a guy? I quickly looked at his profile again, seeing that he had prominently displayed himself as a “Top” and responded. Me: Bottom, I guess. Gunnar: Verse is cool, but I only top. Me: Cool. Gunnar: how long has it been? Me: What do you mean? Gunnar: Since you last got fucked. My heart was thumping out of my chest. I don’t know what the correct answer is. I have no idea how often guys have sex. I jerk off every night, multiple times in a day, if I have the house to myself. Me: Last night I sent it, hoping that was the correct answer. Gunnar: Oh, how was it? Fuck, I don’t know, was it shitty? Was it great? What’s the answer that keeps this conversation going? Me: It was ok. Gunnar: lol, not all tops care if their bottom is satisfied. Me: Do you care? Gunnar: Depends on the bottom and what they are looking for. Me: How so? Gunnar: If he just wants to be a hole for me to throw it in, I’ll just nut and leave. If he wants to get fucked and wants to cum, I’ll fuck the cum out of him lol That was it. I was shooting my load onto my stomach, and it was already my second load tonight, but it was still a big one, thanks to Gunnar. I cleaned it up as quickly as possible to get back to the conversation. Me: I think I’m the second guy hahaha Gunnar: did the guy from last night fuck the cum out of you? Me: No Gunnar: Come over to my place and I’ll make sure you cum 😉 My sore dick was getting hard again. Me: I wish, but I can’t. Gunnar: still sore from last night? Me: sore? Gunnar: lol, oh, was he small? I didn’t understand why I would be sore. What does size have to do with soreness? Me: Yes. I fired off my response, again hoping it was the right answer. Gunnar: Can you handle big dicks? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I typed out my response. Me: How big? Gunnar: 8.5” cut, hbu? Another drop of precum oozed from the head of my cock as I slowly jerked myself off again. Me: I’m almost 7” Gunnar: Trade pics? I jumped out of bed and took a pic of my dick; I was about to send it when I realized I shouldn’t, just in case he sees me at the urinal or something since I have a distinct birthmark just below the tip that’s shaped like a bean. Plus, my body is a bit more like a twink than the pic I already sent him, so it wouldn’t match. I quickly found a pic on Google that looked like it could be attached to that body and sent it to him. An anguishing minute passed before he double-tapped the image for a fire emoji, and then, the most significant thing that could happen in my life happened; he sent me a dick pic—eight and a half inches of muscular-looking dick in my screen. In the pic, he was so hard, he was oozing precum, his dick had visible veins that were bulging, and he looked to be in that state of horniness where it would be painful to push down on your dick. I was in awe. Precum was oozing from my dick looking at it. My brain was melting with this information; I mean…Gunnar’s dick was in a pic in my hand…how could I possibly handle this CIA-level intel? I double-tapped the image and waited for his response. It didn’t take long. Gunnar: Can I see your ass? Fuck. I went on Google again, found a pic that looked about right for the body I sent him earlier, and fired it off to him. Gunnar: Hot! Gunnar: I love a smooth ass! Gunnar: You like getting your ass eaten? Another question I didn’t know the answer to. The closest I’ve had to getting my ass eaten was when I dropped my finger down below my balls during a masturbation session. It was pretty good, but…what is that compared to getting my ass eaten? Me: Yeah Gunnar: Can I eat your ass? My heart was about to explode in my chest. Me: yeah Gunnar: After I eat your ass, can I push the tip of my dick in? This mental image was almost enough to send me over the edge for a third time tonight as I continued to stroke my dick. Me: If you want to Gunnar: Oh I want to. Might want to push in a little deeper too 😉 Me: That might be ok Gunnar: Might be? How deep would be pushing the limit? I didn’t understand but made a guess. Me: A few inches? Gunnar: Mmmm, a few inches would be nice. How deep can I get before you make me wrap up? Or do you like to play bare? I kind of understood this one. I have been secretly watching gay porn online since I was 12. I know what bare means. I also took a health class and understand the need for safe sex. This was just fantasy, and with Gunnar, so I played along. Me: How deep do you want to go? Gunnar: Well…if I get to choose, I’m going 8.5 inches deep lol Me: And then? Gunnar: And then I’ll pull out to the tip and thrust balls deep again and again until you tell me I have to pull out and put on a condom lol Me: What happens if I don’t? Gunnar: You know 😈 I thought about it for a second. Me: You’ll pull out and jerk off on my dick, like in porn? Gunnar: lol, if you want, but if I’m fuckin you bare…I’m probably going to bust inside you. I blew my load all over my stomach for a third time tonight. Most of it pooling in my pubes and dribbling down my fist, but my nuts were drained and sore for the night. I quickly cleaned up, tossing my cum rag into the wash bin and pulling up my boxers. Me: That’s hot. I must have taken too long to respond in my cleanup process because he didn’t show as online and didn’t respond. I eventually passed out. I spent the next few weeks fantasizing about him and the pics he sent me. It was tough at work, knowing what was under his clothes and knowing intimate details about this stallion who would toss around boxes as heavy as me with little to no effort. Ugh... When school started back up in the fall, I had to stop working my job per my parents' rules, so I wasn’t able to keep in touch with Gunnar. When summer rolled around again, I begged my aunt to take me back on for summer help, and she did; unfortunately, Gunnar had transferred to a management position in a different department, so I only saw him in passing and never saw him online anymore. I did see him at the company barbecue with his boyfriend. Which made sense, a stud like Gunnar wouldn’t be on the apps for long. Of course, his boyfriend was gym-fit just like he is, with at least a hundred pounds more muscle than I have. I never felt more like a twink than when Gunnar introduced me to his guy. Since I turned 18 at the beginning of summer, I started looking at the apps more seriously. I had some guys offer to take my virginity even though they assumed I was underage; I even met up with some for “fun.” Which, at first, was just jerking off in the woods close enough that our dicks sometimes bumped into each other. Then I moved on to jerking them off and letting them jerk me off. I did stop for a while when I let a guy jerk me off from behind; he said it was a better angle for him to stroke me, and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke me, which did feel really good at first. When he started sliding his bare cock up and down my ass crack, I got so nervous that he was going to try and push it in that I quickly pulled up my shorts and ran off. When I got home, I jerked off furiously, blowing my load all over my abs, but then scolded myself for putting myself in a position like that, where a stranger could’ve forced himself into me. I did find a friend my own age who was into jerking off together, but then when I tried to take it a step further and jerk each other off, he let me stroke him, but as soon as he blew his load, he had a bit of a freakout, pulling up his pants and underwear without even cleaning up and ran away. We never talked about it again, but he also never let himself be alone with me after that, which made me feel kinda shitty. Near the end of summer, I had all but given up on losing my virginity before college started. When the annual company barbecue rolled around, I snuck a beer, poured it into a cup, and got myself pretty tipsy off that beer. I never drink or smoke or anything like that. I was having a lot of fun, and when I saw Gunnar across the park, I went to say hi. I barely got a handshake or a smile out of him before someone important came up and stole him away from me. I went and planted myself at a picnic table and sipped my second beer for the night. I was feeling pretty horny, which wasn’t new for me, but what was new was the confidence I got from the beer I had in my system. The beer was like magic in a way that it turned down that voice in the back of my head that told me all the ways it was dangerous to meet up with guys on Grindr and the even louder voice that kept telling me I should wait until I "found someone special" to lose my virginity to. I changed my photo to an actual photo of my headless torso, which I’ll admit was pretty good compared to a lot of the guys on here. I have defined abs and a muscular ass that pops out of my 31" waist. Not much body hair, though, which makes me feel like it might be a little too feminine for some guys. I only had hair in a trimmed bush around my cock, barely any on my balls, and mostly hairless on my ass too. I post one pic of me in my boxers and one in my athletic cup to emphasize I am a jock and not a femboy. Then, I changed the header to “4Now” and put “mostly virgin looking to change that” in my description. Scrolling through, I tapped every guy on my grid who looked to be under 30 and hot enough that I didn’t think it would matter that I didn’t have an emotional connection with them to lose my virginity to them. I chugged the rest of my now third beer and walked back to the table where I was sneaking them from. There were a few people around, but no one was policing the beer. Of course, my aunt walked up just as I was about to grab more. I decided it was too risky. “Jonathan?” A booming voice called out from behind me, making me jump as though I was caught with a beer in hand. I turned to see Gunnar, “Oh shit, man, you scared me,” I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. “Sorry, I got pulled away earlier and didn’t get to say hi. How are you? Your aunt told me you just graduated?” He smiled at me as he looked down at me. I didn’t realize how taller he was than me. He must be at least a foot taller, and his muscles are even bigger than the pictures I’ve been jerking off to for the last two years. “Oh yeah, finally moving on to bigger and better things,” I joked, looking around at the group of people I had been working with all summer. He chuckled, “Yeah, what are you going to school for?” “I’m thinking business management, maybe economics, not really sure, but I’m going to GW, and they have a lot of great options,” I crossed my arms, trying to subtly flex my biceps as I did. He reached into the bin, cracked open a beer, and sipped, “Well, that sounds like fun. When do you ship out?” “In three weeks,” I shrugged, staring at his beer like a thirsty puppy. He looked around, his eyebrows knitted together, and a devilish grin came across his face. He lowered his voice and asked, “How many have you had?” My eyes went wide, “Huh?” He grinned even wider, “Uh-uh, don’t play dumb; I’ve seen that look before,” he chuckled. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’ve only had two,” I omitted the third I just finished off. He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s free…and not my problem,” he shook his head. “I’d stick to the light beer, though, wouldn't want to lose those abs your freshmen year, you’ll never get them back,” He winked. “Is that how you’ve kept yours?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth before I remembered there was no way I could know how he looked shirtless. But how would he know what I look like shirtless? His eyes fixed on me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly brought it back to level, and I saw his face go from thinking to trying to pivot out of this conversation, and it softened, “I’ve seen it happen to too many guys, the freshmen fifteen goes right to the gut,” an eyebrow went up as he looked me up and down slowly. Then he sipped his drink, and I swear he licked his lips in slow motion. “John,” I heard my aunt call my name across the park and waved me over. I turned back to Gunnar, “I’m being summoned.” He chuckled, “I’ll leave a beer, accidentally, on that table in the corner for you,” he whispered before giving me a bro hug that nearly melted my brain. He pulled me into his muscular chest, and his manly scent filled my nostrils. I didn’t want to let go, but if I didn’t, I’d have sprung a boner, so I let go and pulled away. “Thanks,” I said as I started jogging toward my aunt. Once I had finished chatting with her and the head of my department, who took over when Gunnar transferred, I tried to find him, but he was gone. He did leave a beer for me, so I chugged it down. I pulled Grindr back out and had a few messages, a few of them just dick pics, but some asking for details of what I wanted to do tonight and where. I also noticed my pinned conversation with Gunnar had a green light for the first time in a while. I looked around the park to make sure he wasn’t around me and then clicked on his profile. He was 300 feet away. He had an updated photo showing off his pecs. I had to message him. Me: Hey, long time no talk to. Gunnar: Sorry, I deleted my messages a while back. Refresh my memory. I don't recognize your pics. Oh fuck, I forgot I changed my profile to *me* since I last chatted with him. I felt a rush. Mostly to my dick, but my heart was pounding pretty fast as I typed back. Me: Oh, no worries, it’s been a while. Gunnar: You’re 18? And a virgin? The bubble popped up to let me know he was the most recent person to check out my profile. Me: Lol, yeah. I cringed, a part of me hoping he would block me for being such a loser. Gunnar: Well, we definitely didn’t meet up, I would’ve remembered not taking your virginity, especially wearing that jock strap. My dick twitched in my underwear. Me: It’s the cup I wear when playing baseball, but, yeah, we never met up. I felt relieved my virginity didn’t scare him off. However, I was growing increasingly nervous that he would pop up behind me as some sort of “gotcha” because I’d been [banned word] on him for the last two years. Gunnar: I see that, makes it hard to tell how big you are underneath 🍆 Holy shit, was he asking me to send him a dick pic? Ok, play it cool. Gunnar: though the bulge in these boxers is a good indicator you’re above average. That made my dick hard instantly. I looked around again, making sure he wasn’t around and seeing me message him back. Me: Well, you’ll have to pull my boxers down to find out 😉 Gunnar: Are you asking me to take your virginity? Oh fuck, is he offering? What if he finds out it's me and…rejects me? Me: Are you offering? I thought I was going to faint from the anticipation of his response. My heart rate must have been at dangerous levels, even with the beer calming the rest of my nerves. Gunnar: It would be an honor and a privilege. 🫡 I nearly blew my load in my pants reading that. Me: When and where? Gunnar sent his address and added: when are you free? I’m stuck at a work thing for another hour, but I’ll be home by 7. My hands were shaking as I typed out: 7:30 it is. Then I closed out the app as if being offline somehow made it so he couldn’t change his mind. I reached down into my pants, pulled my 7” cut dick up into the waistband, chugged my beer, and looked for the best way to sneak out without anyone realizing I had left early. I made it home and took a good shit and hot shower, soaping myself up the best I could. The beer was making me feel weird but in a good way. I slipped on some clean boxers, a tight black t-shirt, and some skinny jeans, slipped on my vans, and did some pushups and situps to make sure I was looking my best. I even put on some cologne I was gifted for Christmas that I never use. I tossed some microfiber paste into my hair, giving it that touseled purposely look, my natural blonde highlights getting more prominent as the paste darkens the sandy brown hair underneath. I opened the app, he hadn’t said anything new and wasn’t online. I looked at the address; it was a thirty-minute walk, but I could make it in ten easy if I took my bike. I jumped on my bike and peddled across town, taking every shortcut I could, and decided to park my bike at a rack not far from Gunnar’s apartment building. I didn’t want him to see me ride up on my bike like I was some sort of child. I walked up to his house, nervous as fuck and terrified he was going to open the door, see it's me, and get pissed. I had to try, though. I knocked. Heard the massive man walking to the door, opening it in just a towel and damp hair. He grinned, looking me up and down, shook his head, saying, “Ok,” and held the door for me to walk in. I didn’t hesitate. My tight t-shirt was sticking to my torso from my ride over, and my red plaid boxers were riding up out of the top of my jeans; I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my clothes as my dick started getting hard from the smell of his apartment. It was like a concentrated version of his scent, and I was in heaven. I didn’t know if I should sit or what, but when I heard the chain lock slide in the bar, I turned to see his naked, jacked torso as he slowly walked toward me. “I had a feeling that was you,” he smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “You did?” I squeaked out, looking up at him. He huffed and grinned. “Yeah, you’ve been checking me out since I met you. It was not subtle,” his smirk widened. “It wasn’t?” my smile grew to show teeth. He pulled me into him, my crotch pushing against his as his hands groped my ass, and he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t my first kiss with another guy, but holy fuck; it unlocked something in me that could never be put back in the box. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tippy toes as I practically hung from his neck like a monkey. He wrapped his toned arms around me, feeling up and down my back as his tongue explored my mouth, and his hands felt every ridge of my body, focusing on my ass. He broke our kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. I kicked off my shoes as we went. His bedroom had dim but warm lighting, and his manly scent only got stronger. He closed the bedroom door behind us and spun around, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off my body in the smoothest motion. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine as his hands worked the buttons on my jeans and pushed them down. He got them halfway down my thighs, almost pulling my boxers down with them, but the tent in the front kept them from going down. He pushed me down onto the bed on my back. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he worked my jeans and socks off. I could see his muscled leg sneak out the slit in his towel, which, to my frustration, was still tightly wrapped around his waist as he dropped to his knees between my legs. He hooked his fingers in my boxers, “Is this ok?” I nodded quickly. The room was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my throat. I tried to focus on something other than what was happening so I didn't jizz as soon as my cock sprang free as he pulled gently down, and I lifted my ass to help, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband with a thud of precum and hard dick hitting my abs as my boxers pooled at my ankles. His hands massaged my legs, up my thighs, and then my crotch, barely letting his thumbs caress my balls, teasing and massaging me, helping me relax as I watched unblinking, waiting for him to take this to the next level. He grinned, kissing my thigh from the knee to my crotch; his five o’clock shadow tickled my ball sack. The heat of his head sends waves of pleasure through my body. Then to frustrate me some more, he skipped my cock and went to the other leg, again kissing my thigh from knee to crotch. I felt precum forcing its way out the head of my painfully hard dick as I made it bounce for him, hoping to draw his attention to it. As he sucked on my inner thigh and his scruff rubbed my soft, mostly untouched skin, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pulled back, rubbing my thighs again, giving a deep tissue massage; it felt so good; I had never had anyone massage me like this, and it damn near made me explode. He smiled at me, “What do you want next?” “Umm…” I squeaked, cleared my throat, and lowered my voice an octave, “Whatever you want to do?” He chuckled, leaning in; he licked the drops of precum on the tip of my cock, barely letting his tongue touch my skin but getting a taste of my brand, licking his lips with it and swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. “You taste good,” he whispered. “Yeah?” I said with a bit too much surprise. “Yeah, you don’t know?” He asked, spreading my legs, stretching out those upper thigh muscles as he did. I shook my head. He grabbed my cock, giving it a few good strokes, and squeezed out a drop of my precum, used his finger to wipe it up and leaned up to me to smear it on my lips, and pushed his finger into my mouth, sliming my tongue with my own juice. I instinctively closed my mouth around his finger as though it were his cock and sucked my essence off his finger. “That’s it,” he groaned, “How’s it taste?” He asked in a gravelly voice. “Good,” I breathed out as his finger left my mouth. “You taste sweet, Jonathan; I want more,” he said and dropped his mouth down to the head of my cock, holding me in his hand like a microphone as he licked the head like a melting snow cone. “Mmmfffuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and squirming under him. He licked and sucked the tip, then licked up and down the sides, getting me nice and wet before he deep-throated me with ease. I was in heaven. If I died in this moment, it would be worth it. He slowly sucked my dick; his mouth worked out every ounce of precum my balls would give him, swallowing me until his chin was tickling my balls, then sucked the tip again, repeating the motion until I felt my balls starting to tighten already. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” I thrashed under him, but he held me down and took me deeper into his throat, forcing me to unload in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned and moaned as my balls spasmed, and my cum shot out into his throat, wad after wad until I couldn’t handle his mouth on me anymore. He recognized the signs and pulled off, quickly climbing on top of me to kiss me and share the cum that coated his mouth, or at least what he hadn’t already swallowed. It was something I never thought I would be ok with, but since it was Gunnar and I was still coming down from my orgasm, I licked the inside of his mouth and swallowed and swapped spit with him until I realized he no longer had a towel on, and my legs were wrapped around his very naked, well-defined waist, heels resting on his toned ass and his massive cock was sliding alongside my softening dick. He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, almost biting me, then back up to my mouth, with a groan as his hand reached up and he fists my hair gently but firmly, pulling my head back to break our kiss again and he kissed down my chin to my Adam’s apple, then back up to my lips where he teased a kiss, leaving me without the pleasure and then stuck his tongue out for me and I instinctively sucked on it. I was in heaven; this was a fantasy come true. No, it was better. He wrapped his arms around my back and up to my shoulders, pulling me into the grinding and gyrating of his hips while massaging my shoulders and neck as he kissed in a triangle between my mouth, my neck, and my ear until he eventually broke the pattern and started kissing down my chest. He licked down my abs until he got down to my dick which was already hard again. I was expecting him to take me back into his mouth, but he skipped my dick, grabbed my legs below the knee, and pushed them up towards my head, and the most amazing thing happened. His mouth settled on my ass. He spit on my hole and then used his tongue to smear it into my tight pucker. I moaned and wriggled; the pleasure was something otherworldly. “Oh shit, Gunnar, don’t stop,” I moaned, my feet on his shoulders and rocking my hips up and down on his tongue. I had heard of getting your ass eaten, I heard it felt good, but the reality of it was mind-blowing. I started jerking myself off, riding his tongue and letting him force it into my sphincter; the overwhelming amount of satisfaction that came from it was so much I already felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon; I didn’t want any of this to end, so I pulled my hand from my cock and spread my legs wide, holding my knees so he could get his tongue deeper. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whispered. He moaned into my hole, just adding another sensation to this fantastic experience. After what seemed like twenty minutes, he stopped munching on my hole and let me rest, crawling back up and kissing his way back to my mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him; I was in a state of bliss that I never saw in porn or on the faces of my friends when they described their first-time experiences. This was lightyears better than I had fantasized it would be. Gunnar again wrapped his arms around me as our tongues explored each other's mouths while he rubbed his massive cock up and down my body. He let it slip down between my ass cheeks, the head dripping precum all over my crack and my hole. The tip kept gently rubbing my pucker, whispering to it to open up, but Gunnar didn’t push in; he just kept teasing me, and I was going insane. I wanted it so bad. I needed to get my cherry popped by Gunnar. I had fantasized about this so many times I would literally die if he didn’t fuck me tonight. He started sucking on my neck while his dick rubbed a little more intensely on my hole, and I let out a moan followed by a mumbled, “Fuck, that feels good; I want you to fuck me.” I thought it might have been too buried in my moan, but he kissed and nibbled my ear and said, “Are you sure?” His hips added a little more pressure to push his cock head between the lips of my asshole. I moaned, “Yeah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I rocked my hips to slide my ass on his dick. “You want my dick in you?” He stuck his tongue in my ear. “Oh God, yes, ungh,” I groaned. He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand, and pulled out some lube. Wasting no time, he squirted some onto his big dick and smothered it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and let him squirt some lube onto my hole, gently fingering it into me. I had fingered myself a few times, but his fingers were considerably larger than mine, and it stung a little but quickly became a sensation I loved. He kept alternating which fingers and how many he pushed inside me, but it was so gentle I almost forgot that he was about to fuck me. Until he pulled his fingers out entirely and started rubbing his lube-slicked dick on my hole. He put my legs on his shoulders, leaned over me, and kissed me again, nudging his crown into my ass until the lube eased him into my hole. It was so slow, pushing so gently, that I almost couldn’t tell he was pushing into my hole until there was a stronger nudge, and the head breached my outer ring. “Oh…holy…ungh,” I grunted; there was an ungodly pain that shot through my anus and into my guts as my sphincter tightened around his flared cock head. I tried to push my legs back to push him back, “Wait, shit, that hurts,” I groaned, his weight and sheer size on my legs made my effort fruitless. “You’re ok, just breathe and push out,” he said, not letting up. “Ungh, fuck man, wait…it’s too big, I don’t think I can handle it,” I wreathed in pain, trying to push a man twice my size and weight off of me. He dipped his head down and started gnawing on my neck, then my chest, his large arms hugging my legs and reaching up to my shoulders, gripping me so he could slowly impale me with his cock. His hips rocked, and another inch pushed into me. “Oh fuck,” I hissed, feeling the wind get knocked out of me, my legs pinned by his broad chest, forcing me to push out as I attempted to push him off with no success, accidentally easing the pain shooting into me as he pushed slowly in. I thought this was supposed to feel good, but it hurt like hell. I grunted and groaned as he continued to sink yet another inch into me. At least half of his cock had to be in me, and it was the most searing, intense pain I had ever felt in my life. His mouth came up and kissed me deep, sensual, and loving; there was an intensity that felt so right, something I had wanted for so long, and distracting me from the anal invasion. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Jonathan, you’re so tight, your ass is sucking my cock in, you feel that?” His cock twitched inside me. I grunted, strainging to speak through clenched teeth, “Fuck, man, you’re too big; you gotta pull out." “If I pull out now it will hurt worse, you need to relax, just breathe and relax,” he whispered and rocked his hips into me, shoving another inch into me. “Ahh…shhh…fuck,” I hissed and struggled. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back, the feeling of his warm, soft skin was comforting. I felt his abs contracting on the back of my legs every time he tried to thrust deeper into me. The feeling of his cock flexing inside my ass was way better than him pushing deeper into me, but also somewhat sobering and I realized I forgot rule number one about sex. “Ummm, shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He kissed me again, “No, babe," his tongue lapped at my upper lip, "you don’t want that on your first time,” he thrust into me again. “You want to feel it, trust me,” he said. I did trust him, though having unsafe sex with him scared me a bit. “You don’t have…anything right?” He kissed me again, “No babe, just relax and enjoy my dick in you." He kissed down to my ear and flexed his cock inside me again, "You want to feel what it’s like to have a man fuck you, don’t you?” His lips on my ear was titillating. “Mmm, yeah,” I tried to relax my hole with no experience doing so. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and started thrusting deeper into me. The pain was a little less, and his cock was starting to feel good inside me. Knowing he was in me without a condom was turning me on. Knowing he wanted to feel me, wanted to fuck me, was such a turn-on. I heard myself moan in pleasure on his next thrust. He kept sensually making love to me, pushing ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, and I was going insane with mix of pleasure and pain. My hands ran through his hair and pulled him into my neck as he kissed me and nibbled on the tender skin of my neck. He let my legs fall to the side, making it easier for me to breathe as he let his chest fall onto mine as we made out and he slowly fucked me. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his hips pull out before I felt his dick thrust deeper into me, and I moaned each time he hit a new depth. “Fuck this feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so tight, I love it,” he thrust deeper. I held on and did my best to relax as he started building up a rhythm. Each push went a little deeper, opening my hole in ways I didn’t know I would enjoy. It took at least ten minutes of humping into me for him to give me one hard thrust, and I finally felt his pubes tickling my ass. His hips started smacking against my cheeks as he really started to fuck me. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned between strokes. He grabbed me tight and rolled us both so he was on his back, and I could ride his dick. I did my best to lift a few inches on his big dick and impaled myself back down. He reached out and started stroking my soft dick back to life; the added pleasure was insane. I started moaning, deep, guttural moans as I found the right angle and rhythm on his cock. The feeling of his head swelling inside me, hitting my prostate, his precum lubing my canal with every rock of my hips, I was in heaven. I could feel him from the edge of my hole all the way into my guts. It was better than I imagined. I can’t believe something that started out so painful turned into something so fucking good. I took over, stroking my dick, rocking back and forth on his cock, stirring up an orgasm deep inside me. I was no longer riding his cock to please him but to focus on my own orgasm. He started thrusting up into me as I slid down his shaft, holding my hips, matching my rocking on his cock. “Oh yeah, Jesus, that feels good,” I rode and stroked myself. His cock was hitting that spot inside me that was quickly bringing my second orgasm to the edge. “I’m so close,” I said. His grip on my hips got tighter as his hips slammed into my ass. I rocked to let his cock hit my insides just right as I stroked my cock furiously. I was getting fucked by Gunnar, riding his massive cock and he was about to fuck the cum out of me, my mind was blown. “I”m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he growled, trying to keep in tune with my now erratic rhythm as my ass clenched down on his massive tool and my body started spasming around his cock and his relentless thrusting. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened, and I felt my legs tremble as my orgasm started deep inside my guts, traveling through my balls and shot out of my cock in huge spurts of boiling hot cum. I shot a rope of cum onto his massive chest. My mind melted and I continued to rock on his cock as I shot my next wad of cum, then the next pooling in his belly button. “Fuck..ungh,” I groaned as the most amazing orgasm of my life rocked through my body, my legs shaking, my ass twitching on his cock as I jerked out the last few ropes of cum onto his stomach. He let me ride out my orgasm and then rolled me onto my back, where he pinned my legs to my shoulders and started hammering my hole. The pleasure was quickly turning into a burning sensation as his cock thrust harder into me. His cock seemed to be swelling inside me, feeling like it doubled in girth. I was struggling to take him now that I had cum and my horniness was quickly wearing off. I could hear my moans turn to groans as he continued to piston into my ass. He kissed me and held me tighter, grunted and breathed heavily into my neck, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned in a husky voice. I didn’t know what to do; I did know I wanted it. “Yes, cum for me,” I said, wrapping my ankles around the back of his neck tighter, trying to power through the intensity of his thrusting. “Fuck, mmm, ungh,” he moaned, his body stiffening as he thrust hard into my ass, his cock twitching as his cock spasmed and unloaded into my guts. “Mmm, fuck,” he twitched for a few seconds, then breathed and kissed me. His cock throbbed inside my hole, the warmth of his load giving my raw hole a soothing relief that I desperately needed. “Shit, that felt good,” he relaxed on top of me. My cum smeared between us and all over the back of my legs. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as the last drops of his load pulsed into me. “That was…amazing,” I whispered, my hands rubbing the back of his head, running through his sweaty hair. Feeling his cock softening inside me was a sensation I never thought I’d feel, but I wanted to keep him inside me now that the thrusting had stopped and I just felt full. He rested for a few minutes and then rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of me too quickly and leaving me feeling empty. We just cuddled until we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up around 3 am, the dried cum on my stomach cracking like paint in an itchy way. The heat from Gunnar’s body next to mine was intense. I quietly got up, found my boxers, slipped them on, and snuck out. While that was the most amazing night of my life, I was terrified of him waking up in the morning and reacting poorly to finding me in his bed, so I got my bike and rode home. I got into my bed and fell asleep around 4 am. The following day I checked my messages and had one from Gunnar: You snuck out? I hope you’re ok. Last night was amazing, and I want to fuck you again before you leave for college. I read and reread it a few times. I even jerked off to the pictures of his dick, knowing he was balls deep in my hole and his cum was 9” deep inside my ass. It took me the better part of the day to respond to him. “I’d like that too.” The entire thing was amazing but confusing. We ended up having sex a dozen times before I finally left for college. The last time was so intense I nearly cried from the pleasure. patreon.com/BurnAfterReading769

Nope, don't agree. I'm a top who likes to suck dick but cumming in some guys ass is what I really crave. I think most bottoms agree with this.

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You're entirely correct, as I see the issue. We - gay folks in general, and practitioners of raw sex in particular - are an easy target for those who believe they can somehow exert control over everyone else. It's not merely this website that would excite hatred in the pinheads, it's the fact that we share the planet with them, breath the same air, walk the same streets, shop at the same stores - in other words, simply exist. Most of them realize that they can't simply murder every gay guy or girl, that would be far too enormous a task. And what would they wind up with? Nothing more than millions of bodies, with new GLBT+-to-be babies being born every single day. The real issue at hand isn't this facet of freedom or that facet; It's freedom itself. This is what seeking to control everyone else is about; freedom for some, and worse for everyone else unlike them. Coexistence is the only way there will be room for everyone to share the planet. The hatreds used to be more limited; to religions other than one's own, for instance. However, the more millions of us there are to share diminishing resources, the more the hatreds gnaw at the minds of the selfish. The issue of who's fucking who is only the mask; the real problem is people's propensity to hate each other.

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I wanted to make a comment because its really out of order what's going on with this censorship. It's all about social credit scores and digital IDs in the UK. Nothing to do with protecting kids. Should be free to do what we want. This site isn't illegal or anything.

I’d eat and breed that sweet ass daily if I could. What a sexy photo!

I love sucking dick more than anything.

Vegas - met up with a vanilla selfish top that could fuck for hours. Put two in me quickly on the first night. Met up again the next day and got four more as we spent the night fucking till dawn.

what are you asking? that time i got drunk at a college party and suck a dick for a hot minute: open minded those afternoons of lose hours in the outdoor cruising area giving head to multiple random strangers til i went home w multiple loads in my belly: total faggot! that first time i let a cute guy slip his condom clad cock up my ass: bi-curios that ongoing dom fuck buddy who'd get me spun on Tn G and invite buddies over to take turns breeding my cunt while he took pics: cumdump whore!

i agree with everything that is in this thread, I do question how Offcom will enforce/police this. This is a great community site not a porn site, but then what definition are they using clearly not the same one as the 1964 act which covers books, magazines etc. a small vocal minority are causing huge problems just a sin the past when they got so called 'dirty magazines' moved to the top shelf and then into plastic wrapper so minors could not see them in their local newsagents, every action has a reaction and we are now paying a high price. Pozauthor is right we need to shout louder and clearer, and parents need to take responsibilty not shove it on to others

He heard his phone vibrate on the small table next to him. He glanced over as it lit up showing a text from Nelson. Shawn rolled his eyes and ignored it and focused on the sloppy blowjob he was receiving from his DL neighbor. The phone vibrated again. This time the neighbor lifted his head enough and glanced at Shawn’s phone. Annoyed, Shawn grabbed his phone and pushed the dude back down on his cock, the dude gagged and spit as the log invaded his throat. “You free in about 45? I’ve got a newbie. Thomas is here too.” Shawn stood up without warning and his neighbor fell back but caught himself quickly. “What the fuck…” “Shut the fuck up. You need to get out of here.” The neighbor began to say something, but Shawn cut him off. “Be careful or you’ll leave empty handed,” he said while he pulled open a small box then held up a small bag of tina and gently shook it as he teased his neighbor raising his eyebrows in jest. “One of these days that isn’t going to work on me,” the neighbor said as he put the baggie into his front pocket. “But that day isn’t today. I’ll give you what you really want this weekend. And save some of that, you’re going to need it. Until then, fuck off.” Shawn winked at his neighbor who smiled and shook his head and walked out the door Shawn held open for him. Once he was gone Shawn jumped in the shower. 15 minutes later he stood before his fogged-up bathroom mirror and gave it a wipe. He looked at himself and began flexing his pecs and rubbing his own biceps. At 30 years old Shawn was proud of the shape he kept compared to some men his age. Shawn stood at just below 6’ and weighed a beefy 200lbs. His bright red hair, which he kept short, stood out against his pale skin. Shawn admired himself as his hands roamed his still wet body. Even if he didn’t have bright red hair and porcelain skin Shawn would stand out in a crowd. His smile is what drew people in. Shawn was always smiling and always trying to add excitement and fun into any situation he was in. He was a magnet for good times and his carefree attitude only heightened his appeal as a man to be around. While some considered his smile or his personality his best feature, he knew the real truth. He knew what really motivated him. He reached down and grabbed the heavy hog between his legs. Soft, his dick was a sight to behold. Pale and plump and hanging at just under 6 inches, Shawn gave it a gentle squeeze and pull and watched it slowly engorge. Shawn loved to have fun and be the life of the party, but he knew that the only reason the sluts in his life were so attentive was because of his dick. He didn’t care. He was happy to fuck and use the fags around him just the way they used him. His cock, now reaching its full potential, gave a slight curve upward and looked like a pale summer sausage straining against its own casing. At 11 inches long and almost as girthy as a bottle of wine, Shawn loved his dick more than anything else in his life other than his mom and younger brother. He had always been treated differently once it was found out how magnificent his dick was, and he eventually learned to lean into it and used it to his advantage whenever he could. He had an okay job and a degree from an okay university which allowed him to be comfortable in life. Not filthy rich but not struggling either. He owned his home outright as well as his car. He took vacations regularly and had friends across the US. But it was his cock that gave him the ability to live a life of pleasure and debauchery that he had come to love. But it wasn’t always this way. Growing up the boys in his class would mock him for cock he was born with. For years he would try to hide it and was embarrassed by its size and the fact that he and his brother were being raised by a single mother in a tiny trailer home only added to cruelty he received. It wasn’t until his 18th birthday, just days before he went off to college that he began to see his cock in a different light. He always knew he was gay. But being poor and insecure, Shawn never acted on his desires because he had become so used to being mocked, he didn’t want to open that door for anyone else. Being poor also meant his internet access usually only happened at school or the library and he didn’t want to risk any unwanted attention by looking up any type of gay porn on shared computers. And what free time he had he had to look out for his younger brother while their mom worked two jobs. But that changed when he got his cell phone. Shawn felt like a kid in a candy store with the amount of porn at his fingertips. Shawn couldn’t take his hands off his cock anytime he was alone with his phone. Soon the need to have a person touching his cock took over and he decided to take the risk try to meet someone to release with. He was poor and insecure, but not an idiot. He knew what Grindr was as he heard two of his gay classmates talk about it from time to time. Now it was his turn. He downloaded the app, filled out the necessary information but then hesitated on when it came to post a picture. But decided on a just a quick snapshot of his torso would do and in second his profile was live. “Newbie looking for…” was all he put while also not mentioning his cock or position. That didn’t matter as the vultures came out in full force looking for fresh meat. Shawn had never really worked out, but he maintained his thin body because he walked everywhere and would often give what little food he had to his little brother after he had a bite or two. It wasn’t until strangers started asking to see pics of his ass and cock that he began to feel differently about himself. He was hesitant to share at first but while he was expecting laughter or mean-spirited comments about his cock, he was shocked when all that came back his way was vulgar positivity that complimented his dick like he had never heard before. But even then it was too much to take in. He chatted with four profiles and became overwhelmed with the things being sent his way. He had never had a single sexual experience with another man and here he was receiving message telling him he needed to “pound my pussy until I’m a sloppy mess,” or, “fuck me like a whore with that pink missile.” Thinking back on it now Shawn laughed and smiled. His first semester in college was a true awakening and he hadn’t looked back since. He knew what he had, and he knew the power it held but because he had such a winning personality he was able to never really be perceived the way some men where who only had a big dick and nothing else. Shawn gave his cock another squeeze before stepping out the bathroom. His guests would be here shortly, and his cock flexed and produced a small amount of precum thinking about the newbie Nelson was bringing over. Nelson never disappointed as he always arrived with a prime piece of ass in tow. Shawn had a pep to his step as he made his way downstairs into his favorite room in the house. His basement was large and opened up right as you turned off the staircase. It was a typical basement den: big screen tv, comfy couches, a kitchenette and bar. Behind the couch was a door that led to a full bath and walking past the couch and tv was the only other door down there and that led to his play area. This wasn’t anything special compared to sex dens that were decked out with every contraption known to man, but Shawn was proud of his set up. He had remodeled the space himself. The large room had enough space to hold a queen-sized bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a modest desktop computer set up with a cam and speakers that were connected to another big screen tv. Opposite the sling was a small chest of drawers that contained the things necessary to help whatever bottom of the day get wound up and ready for a fuck that was almost never pleasurable without the aid of chemical enhancements. Shawn grinned and thought about the hundreds of sluts who said they could take him but eventually tried to tap out and go home. He opened up the second drawer and removed a lockbox big enough to hold a few books. But instead of books the lockbox held the key to making a bottom beg for his monster meat even as it was tearing them open. He grinned again, removing a bigger bag of tina than what he gave his neighbor. His long-time dealer had just freshly hooked him up that morning along with the g that was in the freezer next to the dresser. He grabbed a few fresh rigs, a rubber tourniquet, his digital scale and a smaller sealed canister of fine tina dust. He couldn’t help but hum a happy tune as he shifted from one foot to the other doing a little dance as he anticipated his guests. Shawn had a great personality but that rarely extended into the bedroom after he spent time with a daddy named Devon and his 24-year-old boyfriend Wayne. Being 18 and new to topping he was cautious with the men he fucked. If they asked to stop because he was too big he would, without question. But that changed when he was asked to be a part of his first threesome with Devon and Wayne. Devon saw Shawn’s cock and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it needed to tear Wayne apart. Shawn lubed up his dick as Wayne spread his cheeks open, Devon standing next to Shawn, arm around him whispering how big of slut his boyfriend is. He barely had the head in before Wayne whined about the size and asked for more lube. Devon, annoyed, grabbed Wayne’s head and shoved it into the mattress and told him to shut the fuck up. He then asked Shawn to step back. Shawn thought it was over, like it had been so many times before. But the Devon went into their closet and came back with a small blue case. He pulled out a small bag of white/clear-ish rocks and held one up between his fingers for Shawn to see. “He just needs a bit of encouragement,” the boyfriend smiled as he put the rock into the waiting ass before him. The bottom winced. “Lots of encouragement, actually.” He laughed and spoke to his boyfriend, “Shh. It’s a big one because you’re going to need it.” Wayne calmed down and laid there as the rock began to dislove. He then leaned over and whispered to Shawn, “He’s about to be royally fucked but that’s his problem when he sobers up and deals with the damage. I gave him about double the size of the largest booty bump he has ever received. In a bit you can fuck this slut without him fucking whining.” Shawn put it all together and quickly realized what had just gone up inside the bottom. Although he had never done drugs he was aware of them and the dangers they posed. He was hesitant, “This is my first time being around that…stuff,” Shawn said a bit meekly. He was almost ready to leave. He was on scholarship and his mind began to think about what would happen if anyone found out he was around crystal meth. Devon waved him off. Shawn got to thinking: He loved sex and he began to realize the potential in front of him as he saw Devon and Wayne interact. He had been at university for just over 4 months and yet had the opportunity to truly fuck like he had seen his favorite porn stars do. His dick got him attention, but the bottoms could never take it fully. The wheels were turning in his head as he looked at the ass below him. He heard a click to his right and saw the boyfriend with a small torch heating a glass pipe. He was transfixed as he saw the boyfriend heat the pipe and slowly inhale. He stepped to Shawn and placed his lips over his and gave him his first hit of tina. Shawn wasn’t expecting it but once he realized what was going on he gave in and let it happen 3 more times. It happened so quickly and it didn’t feel wrong. Shawn felt powerful. His dick felt bigger, more engorged than ever before. He wanted nothing more than to fuck, to ravage, to release. Devon saw the animal awaken and smiled at Shawn just has he had smiled at the many college boys he had corrupted in his life. But corrupting a top with potential like Shawn was a very special occasion. “Here, let me show you how to hit it yourself.” Devon gave Shawn a helpful tutorial before gently grabbing the Ginger’s cock and pulling him toward the waiting ass before him. The boyfriend slathered on copious amounts of lube as Shawn exhaled a large cloud that surprised Devon. “Atta boy. Now, claim your prize.” By now Wayne was beginning to feel the effects of the giant rock Devon pushed into him. Shawn began to ease into hole the before him. He met resistance after the head entered as his cock flared out a bit at that point. “Hold on, let me get down there so he can suck my dick and focus on me.” Devon laid down and shimmied forward to his boyfriend with his feet gently resting on Wayne’s thighs. The slut greedily took his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth while Devon placed his hands on the slut’s shoulders. An evil grin overtook Devon’s face. “Ready?” he asked. Shawn nodded but didn’t realize what Devon actually meant. Shawn’s head remained lodged in Wayne, and he heard him moan. He looked down and saw that the slut had his boyfriend’s dick out of his mouth and was moaning at the head stretching him. The boyfriend winked at Shawn with that grin still beaming up at him. “Hold on tight,” was all he said before he braced his feet against Wayne’s thighs and pushed him back by his shoulders with such a force that Shawn was fully inside Wayne in less than 3 seconds. Everyone was taken by surprise. The drugs inside the slut seemed to evaporate has he screamed in pain and clawed at Shawn and tried to move forward but his boyfriend’s feet were expertly placed on his thighs to stop any forward movement. Anticipating Wayne would try to sit up on his knees, Devon moved one leg and hooked it over Wayne’s neck and pushed him into the mattress with the strength of his lower body. Shawn was horrified at what this man was doing to his boyfriend, but he couldn’t ignore the tightness around his cock that was quivering and fluttering at the invasion. Wayne’s hole was spasming and him trying to get off the cock was enough friction to cause him to shoot within 45 seconds of fully impaling the slut. It was the first time he had ever bottomed out and it was magnificent. Shawn saw stars, shuddered and gave a roar that even surprised himself before shooting the biggest load of his life He basked in the feeling before coming back down to reality. He wasn’t inside the slut for more than 2 minutes as he began to pull out. “Fucking hot,” the boyfriend said as he looked down at Shawn’s still hard cock. “You’re still hard as fuck after all that?” Shawn was feeling all sorts of things at that moment. But the boyfriend eased Shawn’s mind. He handed him the pipe and torch. “Stay right here. Two hits. I’ll be right back.” The boyfriend stepped into the bathroom and was back as Shawn was beginning his second hit. He stood behind Shawn, one hand rubbing his smooth body and the other gently wiping his cock clean with a warm cloth. Shawn closed his eyes as the boyfriend whispered. “Don’t worry about that slut,” he said. “See, look.” Shawn glanced down and observed the warm, white washcloth. “Yeah, he’s hurt but he’s not bleeding out,” Devon said. The washcloth had small flecks of pink mixed with the massive load he had released. “Wayne is a worthless whore and your cock is a masterpiece,” he said as he sat next to his whimpering boyfriend. “And sluts like this will coming crawling back to you even after you ruin them. Trust me.” He began to rub his boyfriend’s back and was being extremely loving and comforting. “You’ve got a lot to learn, and I’d be happy to help you. But first you have to come to terms with the possibility of blood covering your cock after you fuck. You’re fucking huge dude, you have to know blood might be an issue sometimes.” Shawn considered the scene before him, the drugs making him think from a different perspective. But he couldn’t shake the guilt of causing the dude below him immense pain, but he felt like Devon had a point. He looked down and realized he was still hard. The guilt began to fade as he began to think about how good his cock felt when lodged inside that dude’s hole. Devon saw the gears turning inside Shawn’s head. “How about this: take a seat over there and watch me treat this faggot how he deserves to be treated.” Devon hopped back up and made his way to the closet once more but this time returning with a larger toiletry bag. He placed it on the bedside table and removed an orange-tipped syringe, a rubber tourniquet and aalcohol swab. Shawn’s eyes grew wide. “Fucking relax dude. Fuck,” Devon shook his head and sounded beyond annoyed before man-handling his boyfriend. He placed Wayne on all fours despite his protest and then he eased two fingers inside his boyfriend who tried to get away. “Forget what I said. Get over here and put your cock in his mouth,” he said to Shawn, but the Ginger hesitated. “Do it! Now!” Devon raised his voice. Shawn may have had an enormous dick, but Devon was almost twice his age and Shawn obeyed on instinct. Devon smiled to himself and knew he had him and switched into teacher mode. “Yeah, I may have went a bit overboard just now but let’s move past that, shall me? I saw how quick you bred this worthless slut,” Devon gave Wayne’s ass 3 hard slaps. “That dick went somewhere new today, huh?” Shawn nodded in silence as strange feelings of admiration begin to form toward Devon. “That’s what I thought. This faggot had to pay the price for you experiencing something new. Better him than you. Remember that.” Shawn slapped Wayne’s ass once more before yanking the slut’s right arm from beneath him and twisting it behind his back. Wayne fell forward, ass in the air as Devon held his arm in place. He leaned closer to Wayne, “You know what happens if I miss. Get it together or get the fuck out.” He spit on Waynes back and the slut let out a sad sigh and remained motionless. “For starters,” he continued, “With that cock you have command of any room you’re in and sluts like this will gladly do anything for it. Isn’t that right, faggot?” Devon twisted Wayne’s arm. “Yes, Sir.” He barely whimpered. Shawn was processing everything before him. All he wanted to do all day was get off and now he’s being mentored on how to properly fuck. Shawn knew he should have left and never looked back but teenage hormones overpowered even the mightiest of logic as his dick twitched hearing the slut say, “Yes, Sir.” Devon was doing cartwheels in his head because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was as he watched Shawn’s defenses go down. “See,” Devon sneered, “This piece of shit here is letting me do whatever I want because he only really craves one thing,” Devon released Wayne’s arm but quickly snapped, “Don’t fucking move that arm!” Wayne remained motionless as he kept his arm behind his own back. “And I am not talking about the drugs,” Devon said as he tightened the tourniquet around Wayne’s arm. “6 pumps then hold,” he said. Shawn watched the scene unfold. This was an entirely new situation for him. He’d never been in a threesome, let alone with another top who had absolute control of his boyfriend. His dick twitched again. “Tell me you don’t want to be in my position, Shawn. Tell me you aren’t turned on by how easy it is to put worthless sluts in their place, like this piece of trash here. Tell me that finally getting that lovely cock of yours deep into this hole here wasn’t the best feeling you’ve had so far.” Shawn couldn’t disagree. His cock was wired to his brain, and he wanted what Devon had. But he had to make sure. He raised his hand as if to ask a question. Devon looked up and burst out laughing. Wayne, caught off guard by the change in atmosphere, tried looking up. “I told you not to fucking move,” Devon was off the bed and shoved Shawn out of the way and got right in front of his boyfriend’s face and leaned in until his mouth was pushed up next to his left ear and as he whispered. Shawn didn’t hear what Devon said but he saw Wayne’s reaction. Wayne blinked fast to try and stop the tears that were coming. But it was useless. Devon whispered one more thing, stood and gently slapped Wayne across his right cheek as a few tears silently fell. From what Shawn gathered through their initial conversations was that Wayne was 24 years old and had a job working at one of the big banks in town. He had his life together, but here he was crying due to whatever Devon just said and he just endured it. He had the power to leave, to get up off that bed and walk out the door but he stayed. Shawn began stroking his dick. Wayne looked up at Shawn, sad and pathetic, pleading with his eyes and the tears slowly began to stop. Shawn took a chance. “Don’t look at me. I’m not here to help you.” Shawn wasn’t as menacing as he had hoped. While Wayne looked down, dejected. Devon gave a small laugh. Shawn felt foolish. “No, I am not laughing at you,” Devon was back in position, needlessly wrenching Wayne’s arm to find a prominent vein. He found what he was looking for before uncapping the syringe with his teeth. He examined the tip of the syringe before continuing, “It’s not easy discovering the dark parts of ourselves that bring us pleasure.” He found a vein and expertly inserted the needle and quickly pulled back just slight to produce a flash of crimson. Shawn began jacking his cock with more intent, hunger in his eyes. “I laughed because you’re going to turn over a new leaf and it makes me happy,” he said while slowly pushing the plunger, releasing the contents into Wayne’s aching arm. He removed the needle, pulled the tourniquet, released Wayne’s arm briefly but quickly grabbed it again, but swung it forward and then upward as he placed the alcohol swab at the injection site. Shawn couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Devon held Wayne’s arm above his head while Wayne began to cough and gasp for air. “He’ll be fine. Just wait a few seconds.” Devon, satisfied there would be no bleeding, released Wayne’s arm and he fell onto his chest, ass up. Wayne was on a different planet. He was moaning and begging to be used and fucked. Moments ago he was in tears and now, here he was something completely different. “See,” Devon said. “Sluts will do anything for cock.” Devon spit on his very respectable 8.5” cock and shoved it in Wayne in one go. Shawn was expecting protest and pleas, but Wayne gave a needy sigh and moaned in pleasure as Devon began pummeling his hole. “I’ll warm him up, but you’re the main event. Make him suck your cock.” Shawn stepped up and grabbed Wayne by the hair and put his mouth on this cock. Devon smiled, pleased with what he was about to create. Three hours later Shawn arrived back at his dorm having dropped 8 loads deep in Wayne’s wrecked hole. He wasn’t even aware he could cum that much but as he plopped down on his dorm room’s twin sized bed, he gave his cock a tug already thinking about Devon’s invitation to come back over the weekend. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Those four years of college were highlighted by the lessons taught to him by Devon. Separated by hours, Shawn doesn’t get to see Devon as much as he’d like but they talk regularly. Devon opened up Shawn’s eyes to his true potential which allowed him to unapologetically be himself in every aspect of his life. A smile came across his face. He got everything in order in just a few minutes before bounding up the stairs to his cellphone. He had a text from Nelson, but he ignored it. He found Devon’s name and sent off a quick text. “Fresh meat being delivered. I’ll let you know when to hop on cam.” Devon replied quickly, “A show? Or one-on-one?” “The more the merrier.” “I’ll be waiting, stud.” Shawn then found Nelson’s text: On our way. ETA 15 minutes Shawn glanced at the clock. He couldn’t help but feel giddy thinking about the prize Nelson was about to drop at his feet.

Actually, there are - or at least there is one. Amazingly, in Rockland County (part of the NYC metro for those who don't know), and it still has Buddy Booths with retractable glass you can get your cock through or your mouth or hole up against for that dick that's coming through from your neighbor : ROUTE 59 VIDEO AND ADULT BOUTIQUE, 156 NY-59 East, Spring Valley, NY 10977 845-426-1344 The place is 23 miles from the George Washington Bridge for those coming from Manhattan; from the Bronx and Westchester it is 8 miles from where the Tappan Zee/ Mario Cuomo Bridge drops you in Rockland County in the middle of the Nyacks. The Nyacks are a grouping of very LGBTQ+ friendly villages only 15 miles from the GWB right on the Hudson where lots and lots of Gay folk like me live - we've had several openly gay mayors over the years (one who was elected 4 times and ran unopposed twice!). It can be very busy at times, and like Rockland County - known for its' extremely diverse population for an area of exurb/suburb - the men who come her are a very diverse group in age, ethnicity and nationalities. There are large numbers of men of all sorts: we white guys tend to be Irish, Italian or Jewish (even including some Orthodox gentlemen), men of color are African American along with Haitian, Jamaican and other Afro-Caribbean types; latinex types come from mostly Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico but also include Mexican, Salvadorian, Ecuadorian, Colombian and Guatemalan, and Asia is represented by men from the Philippines, China, South Korea, Cambodia, Taiwan, Japan along with a good number from India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka. A very nice multicultural mixture. A certain amount of the men are married usually-hetero husbands, others are new arrivals to the US with no real access to meeting women, and a good number of course are simply gay men of any color or nationality. There are occasional checks to see if people are feeding the coin-slots, but so long as you are doing so you are pretty much left alone and not hassled by the staff...

I agree at this, having VPN to try resolving the issue in short term. But the problem is huge, it's not pornography or breeding zone itself. The importance is to speak louder, to protest about privacy implications and about the real risk of isolating sex related materials. It won't protect minors, it creates the, oh damn how to call it? If the mountain doesn't come to you, you go to the mountain... If before the risk was of minors eventually finding porn, now those dispotic/dystopic folks wants to make life more difficult to porn producers and communities. With the illusion of having built a wall to protect kids. But kids aren't protected, because, first of all they're not educated. Sex AND DIGITAL education. And they aren't because adults themselves aren't. Then? Given that minors have their presumed "safe space" of kid-oriented contents? It's well done! The offender just walks in, pretending to be a parent, and like "smartschoolboy9" did, they can even become the one trying to educate other parents, creating trust. And then... Then they're screwed. All of us must participate into pro-privacy movements, I talk about Electronic Frontier Foundation because it's the one I know and often join, but even movements related to free software. ... Always staying with the guard up, because I fear that american current administration could think of declaring those organizations as terrorists. As a long experience geek, I am optimistic and think that just death has no solution, when we talk about computers. But how long will we last? The most dirty-handed geeks are all about 45-50 years old. The enthusiastic 15-20-30 years old folks are more passive than us, less curious, they accept what tech offers in immediate surface. But they seem afraid to go in deep.

In theory that’s true, you’re just using a different hole to pleasure the top and receiving His cum. In practice, true fucking is the intimate joining of our sexual organs in mutual delight. My sexual organ is my asshole and his is His cock. The sensation of those two joining., touching, skin on skin, fluid exchanging makes this definition of fucking more on point

But they’re into all sorts if humiliation and those long fucks have me laying naked staring at them while they inhale that smoke i know that dick is going back in me as soon as he exhales😉

Hope we get to read more adventures soon. Love this story!

Part 2. (All of this is based on past experiences). Part one I got fucked by a few strangers in a beach bathroom I’m Jay and one of the strangers, Roger invited me back to his place where he expected some friends to come by… I scooped up my stuff and we walked a few blocks to his place. It was a little cottage on more of an ally that’s street. We showered scrubbing each others backs. I dropped and sucked his dick, he fingered my hole. Then we went to the living room and he put some nasty group porn on. He pulled out a bong asking if I partied. Yeah! Normal gettting high stuff. Smoking, zoning out a bit. When he leaned over to shotgun me is when we reconnected and reignited. I grabbed his cock while we shotgunned back and forth. We chilled for maybe an hour me sucking his semi hard cock, him tweaking my nipples, fingering my hole. Lots of making out. There was a knock at the door He hollered “come in CJ”. A cute Latino guy 5’10” shirtless and lean walked in followed by a ginger about the same build “Hey Roger” I brought Brian along - he’s been couch surfing at my place for a couple of weeks Roger introduced me as he passed the pipe to the new guys CJ passed but Brian took a few big draws and I moved in to shotgun with this new hot guy. We all started making out and I was happy to find that CJ had a thick 7”uncut cock and liked me nibbling on his foreskin. Brian had a nice dick too-pink and cut The back of the house was on a downslope we pulled our shorts on and Roger lead us outside and down some stairs and then back in a door into the enclosed area under the house Kind of like a basement Small laundry room but when we stepped thru the next door we were in a low playroom complete w sling. I’d never been in a sling before but liked watching videos of guys getting fucked in them Roger sat on a sofa and turned on a tv with porn. Now the porn had guys blowing clouds as they suckled and fucked. And some fisting too. I didn’t really see much of this as I was between Roger’s legs sucking his tasty cock again. CJ sat next to Roger and Brian was next to me slurping CJs hard brown cock Those two traded places and CJ was blowing Brian before he lifted his legs up and went to town eating his ass- happy moaning from Brian. Roger slapped my face - not hard just sort of enough to pull me away from my intense focus on sucking his uncut cock. He gestured for us to swap places- when I sat on the couch he put my heels on his shoulders and then slid down and dove into my ass- licking around it and then driving his tongue deep inside me. I was a happy moaning pig. Brian and I started making out and moaning together. CJ and Roger had added in a couple of fingers working our holes while tounging them. After a bit we took a break and passed the pipe around again CJ again passed. I asked him if it wasn’t difficult to pass while everyone else was getting high. He said “I’m about to catch up” walked to his bag which he’d brought down with him and pulled out 4 rigs as he asked me “Ever slammed?” I kinda freaked out, said no and asked “what about you guys” Roger said “yeah I do it once in a while” and Brian said “you’re looking at a faggot meth junky- I do it every day” I laughed and said “no way You don’t look like a junky” He replied “high functioning - I go to work every day, I just get spun up to get thru it”. CJ said “I held off partying to have a steady hand to admin you Jay. I figured you’re new to this and want a steady hand if I’m going to admin your first slam.” I looked at Roger and he said “no pressure but I think you’d like it. It’ll make you horny and intensify everything— might make that hot hole even hotter.” I said “ok” tentatively. Roger grabbed my had and lead me to the sling. I hopped in and he had me slide down so my ass was hanging over the edge He patted my belly and said “fun time coming”. He returned to Brian on the couch and I saw Brian take 2 of the rigs and I saw him swab Roger’s arm as CJ did the same to me after tying me off w a elastic strap like Brian did to Roger CJ said “you’ll start panting you may need to cough it’s an intense initial rush but it passes in a couple of minutes and you’ll have a nice steady high.” CJ could tell I wasn’t sure He said “Roger maybe talk to Jay” Roger came over w the rubber band hanging on his arm and leaned down so we were pretty much face to face I couldn’t help myself and put my hand around his semi hard cock He reached a hand down to my hole and gently stuck a finger in. I said “I dunno”. He said “it’s whatever you want. I will say if you’ve thought about trying a slam CJ is very good and while we will all get wild and have some flyin fun this is a pretty mellow place and group . Nothing totally out of control or dangerous will happen.” I said “ok but can I watch you get it first?” “Sure” — he stood up next to me and Brian came over and probed Roger’s arm crook with a finger He then did a quick small jab into a vein he liked. My cock was growing. Brian gently eased the plunger back and a red cloud bloomed inside the syringe Brian said “ready?” Roger winked at me and said “oh yeah” Brian slowly and steadily pushed the plunger in and snapped the band off. Roger had taken the swab from Brian and he held it to the injection spot and raised his hand straight up He didn’t cough but he started breathing fast and deep And he smiled in a dreamy goofy way and said “fuuuuck. Jay I want you to do this” Roger and Brian went back to the couch Roger had one hand on his nipple and the other fingering his hole Brian was getting ready to self admin “How can I say no to that?” I said to CJ . He did the same maneuvers. I watched my own blood register CJ said “ready?” I nodded and he pushed the plunger As he snapped the band off and raised my arm I coughed and immediately tasted metal. I was breathing fast and deep and dropped my free hand to my cock CJ asked “how you doing” I said “so fucking good- so fucking high” Brian had slammed himself and was making out and feeling up Roger all over CJ finally hit himself, pulled his band off and had his arm in the air- panting and smiling. Everyone had stoner eyes.And then the fun really began.

I rushed back and got ready for the interview. I got uber and went to the studio when I arrive a new assistant came out and got me. This guy was young, had tats all over his body from what I could see. Some running up his neck and even on his face. He had a nose ring and a couple other piercings. He introduced himself as Duce. Duce led me to the showers. He had me undress and get in the shower. He watched me as I got in all the way through me cleaning my hole. He said nothing but clearly, he liked what he saw of me, I could see the budge in his pants growing. He soon unleased his pants and out popped a huge dick with a very large and scary PA. I got out and dried off. He told me to bend over, I hesitated. He said, I just need to check your hole. He spread it with his fingers. He said nice as my hole opened for him. He licked it and tongued fucked it. I lifted my leg to give him better access. He had his tongue pierced and I had not noticed that before. His slide it inside me and licked, it tingled a little. He licked and tongue fucked me for five minutes and the pulled out of my hole. I straighten up, he presented his dick to me, and I grabbed it and jacked his huge dick. He said lick it, I did and then I licked his head and the pa. I opened my mouth and he slide his cock in and PA hit the back of my throat and it hurt. I pulled off his dick and started to get dressed. Okay, guess we are done for now. He fished his dick back into his pants and lead me to Wardrobe and the dressed me in something conservative. The tops who fucked me on video, all of them were in one group. They were being asked about what it was like in real time fucking a hot negative boy off PreP. They each shared what it felt like and how hot it was for them and why. Then the director asked them what it felt like when you got his positive test results. One of the tops said, it makes me rock hard, I wanted to go find another negative pussy to fuck. This went on for thirty minutes. They had wrapped up by the time it was my turn. The director asked me in, he gave me a drink saying, Cody we received a letter from your Agent Bryce. He terminated representing you. That is why could pay you directly. We need you to sign some papers today to do that. I signed them. You now represent yourself and will receive 100% of the engagement fee and 50% of all online video streaming. That is great, Cody said. Today, we want to talk about what it was like finding out you were positive, what you plan on doing and stuff like that. I began to cry, they filmed right through it. I told them I had not delt with it yet and it hit me hard. I just wish I had been on PreP before all of this. I wish I could go back. I really started to sob, they just filmed, I tried to collect myself and finally gained my composure. The interview went on, he asked if I knew where I got it? When we finished, he handed me an envelope with $2,0000 in it. You are a natural on film, I said is this all for today, he said it can be. There is more money to be had. Your tops are here. All of the tops from this studio. Would you like to see them? I hesitated; this is a paid event so your choice. I said yes. He led me into a room where the guys were all sitting on couches. They all said, Hi Cody almost in unison. I smiled and waved. There was one chair on the other side, I knew that was for me. The audience has picked four tops they want to fuck you again. We would like to play a game and see if you can guess who the audience picked. For every top you pick, you get $500.00 no strings or $1,500.00 if you agree to do a scene, we had you clean out in case you agreed. The director asked me if I wanted to play the $500.00 game or the $1,500.00 game? I looked around the room and said, $1,500.00. Okay, that is great. Now the four tops who the audience fucks you and the four you choose also to fuck you. Now if you get them all right, only four guys will breed you today, but you could end up with eight. Once you have finished the scene besides any price money you have one, we will also pay you $5,000.00. Cody perked up and said, when can we started. The director said now, you have gotten a good look at the guys with their clothes on. Remember, this is not who you want to fuck you but who the audience picked. Okay, tell me who your first pick is. I picked the director as my first pick. You won $1,500.00, I picked Sam, sorry Sam was not one of the audience choices. I picked the black guy, the director said you have one $1,500.00 dollar, I looked around the room and I saw a tall beasty guy wearing the name Reese and I picked him. The director said, you did well, that makes three for $4,500. Five guys will fuck you. They led me to the stage, there was no audience just camera men. They told me to undress my tops from right to left. Sam was first, I unbuttoned his shirt, then I felt his hot chest and abs. He helped as I pushed his shirt off him. Then I unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down and then slide my fingers in his underwear. Pushed them down, pulled out his big dick and as I went to suck it, the director said, no, only touching right now. I helped him out of his shoes, then his pants and underwear, I looked up at his beautiful body and stood, my hand went to his dick, I jacked it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. I wanted to kiss his body so bad, suck his dick and eat his hole. I was so horny. The director said number two, I moved over it was the director. I unbuttoned his shirt. He was in decent shape, no abs but lean enough. I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. Then his underwear and the most beautiful dick was hanging there. Slipped his shoe off and helped him out of his pants and underwear. Then I lifted his beautiful dick, and it began to grow. I jacked it and felt his balls. I knew know why the audience chose him. One by one I undressed them and touched them all over. They taped it all, my lust for what I found out later were all these poz men. Once this part was finished, they sat the guys around and I went to each, orally service them. I got to suck each, but each guy decided it they wanted me to suck their balls and lick their asses. The beast did not want his balls sucked but he let me eat his hole. The black man loved my tongue in his ass, the first black guy and fuck his hole was so hot! Once they had all that filed, I was time for me to get fucked. The guys came around in an orgy style and basically used me, the director grabbed me first, lubed up my hole and side in while I alternated between the black guy and Sam. They each fucked in what every position they liked, the black guy shot his load and left stage but the other four each gave me two loads each. I was double fucked for two hours. I was a lone on stage. Laying on a padded table. The director told me how impressive that was. He doubled my money and said, that was a $10,000. 00 shoot. I thanked him and told him how hot it was. He said, there is a chance to make another $5,000.00. He brought Duce out on stage. I would pay you to let Duce fist you, $8,500 if he fists you and fucks you. Duce bring him something to drink while he decides. I looked at the director and said, I just don’t think I can do it, I need to learn when to stop. Thank you for the opportunity. If anything, else come up where I can make some money, please let me know. Okay, a little disappointed but I understand. Maybe Duce can use you on another day. I drank my drink; Duce took me back to the showers and left me there. I cleaned up. The director appeared. He asked me if I needed a ride, I told him yes and after I cleaned up off, we left.

It was Thursday, Brian text to see if we were still on, I text him back and said, yes but I will confirm later. I signed on to Squirt. The straight guy who was supper rough and hit me several times send me an email. I immediately deleted it. Fuck him. Although he had a huge dick, he is just too rough. There was also a message from the hot straight guy. He texts that he would be free at 3 PM. Tell me both of you fags will be here. I emailed him back that we would both be there. Then I sent an email, have another fag who would be up for servicing a hot straight guy. He sucked but no throat fucking but love to eat ass. Maybe more than this faggot. Think you would find him of service sometime? His email back, that will be your call, I need at least one of you fags to throat fuck. Two was hot. I do love my hole eaten so yea I am up for that. Also, I need to know before you arrive at my room who is coming. Two throat fags or one throat fag and one rimming fag. Okay? I emailed him back that, yes, I would let him know. Then I text Wes he would up for it. Wes text back, excellent. You want me to blow my poz load in his ass without saying a word? Fuck Yes. Hot! I said, I will be in touch. Brian and I were there at 3 PM. I let the straight guy know that two throat fags were downstairs. We went up and again it all played out like before. Brian gave him two loads and I gave him one and he shot in my mouth. When I got home, the straight guy messaged me and said, 6 PM. Confirm and let me know who is coming. You are throat fag one by the way. I text Wes, is 6 PM or 10 PM better for you. He texts 6 PM. I emailed the straight guy that Throat fag 1 with Rimming fag will be there at 6 PM. I confirmed with Wes, he said, let me come by your place and I will give you a ride to the hotel and back. I agreed and text him Bryce’s address. I answered a bunch more ads for rooms to rent, a few emailed back saying without a job they would not rent to me. I text my parents to see if they could co-sign for a lease at an apartment. My mother agreed but wanted to know how I was going to pay for it. I told her Jeff sent me a settlement and I had lots of money and could borrow on a student loan. She told me to keep the money she sent, and she would do what she needed to so I could get an apartment. I went to looks some apartments that morning and early afternoon. I picked one, I filled out my portion, they contacted my mother and she finished hers. They said they would let me know by end of Friday. I told them it would be great if I could move in on Monday or Tuesday. She said she would see what she could do. Went back to the Bryce’s and showered and got ready. Met Brian at the hotel at 2:50 he was again commando, he told me he had not cum in the last 24 hours so that straight guy was going to get a huge load. I smiled his dick was rock hard from what I could see. I emailed the straight guy and he said he was ready to come up. We went up, he fucked our throats, he was even more brutal this time. He seemed to need to work out something. Then get got up on the bed on all four and put his head in a pillow. Brain began again and ate his hole. He tongue fucked him deep and the straight guy loved it. Moaning while I licked and sucked his head. He lubed up his finger and slide it in, the straight guy moaned louder. Then two fingers and I heard a whimper then moans, Brian withdrew, lubed up his cock and the guy's hole and slide in and slow fucking him as some really moaning began. Fuck this guy loved getting fucked. Brian picked up the pace and soon he was shooting inside the guy. I pulled off and took his place and licked and at Brian’s cum from his hole and tongue fucked him and then fucked for seven minutes or so lasting a little longer and shot my load in him. Brian got back in place and fucked harder, the moaning had a different sound, Brian stood up with his dick inside and held the guy's hips and fucked his ass hard and the guy moaned and as a point said of fuck, that feels so fucking good and he shot in mouth as I was sucking on his head and Brian shot a minute later. I pulled off and Brian pulled out and we backed up into the darkness and the guy got up and went into the bathroom and we took off. On the way down Brian said, fuck, did you hear him the second time while I was fucking him. I said yes, he said he fucking loves it. We left and he said, if he wants more, I am ready. I love that ass. The guy emailed me before I could even get back. He said, 6:30 please confirm. I emailed him back and said, Throat fag 1 and Rimming fag will be there at 6:30. The guys said, great! I sent Wes and email and told him the straight guy said 6:30 still up for that. He texts back that that works even better. It seemed like the longest two and half hours. My heart would race each time I thought about it. Wes is one hot guy, I kept wanting to jack off but decided to save my load for the straight guy. Wes arrives at my place at 6:10, he texts he was there. I met him at his car, I filled Wes in on the way over. The guys said was going to fuck my throat until he was ready for rimming. You rim him first and then let me and I will fuck him and breed his ass and then You can lube up and slide inside him while I suck his dick. Okay? Wes said, I like this side of you boy, you have this all planned out. I will follow your lead. Once we were at the hotel, he kept saying, you really need to let me fuck you again and my two buddies. I said, we will talk about that. I emailed the straight guy and he said he was ready. Make the rimming guy knows he is going to suck my cock but no hands. I turned to Wes. He wants to suck his cock, but he will not throat fuck you. You cannot touch him till you are rimming him, Okay. Wes said sure whatever. We got up to his room and we both got on our knees. He throat fucked me and then said Fag two open your mouth. He slid in and made Wes gag, then he went back to me, and throat fucked me. He pulled out and made Wes suck his cock and again Wes Gagged. He did this a third time and Wes did better on that huge cock, The guy pulled out and went over on the bed and said rim my straight ass. I started sucking his cock and Wes rimmed him. The guy moaned like a little whore. Wes is good at rimming and slide fingers inside. He pulled off I got in back and slide my back inside him and fucked him for four minutes this time, I was so worked up and shot inside him. Wes got back in place and fingered his hole. He got two inside him and deep and then pulled out and pressed his big dick on his hole. The guy pushed back, and it popped inside, it must have been the biggest cock he ever had. He moaned and whimpered as Wes moved his big dick deeper inside him. He tried to pull forward but Wes held his hips and spread his legs a little so he could get a better angle. That guy was making noises I had not heard before. He slow fucked him, and straight guy’s hole relaxed enough for him to really enjoy it. The moans were deeper with no pain attached to them from the sounds of it. He used his hole for fifteen minutes, then pressed his ass down, making me pull out from under him and he soon had him flat on the bed, he turned him on his side, lifted his leg giving me great access to his dick. He fucked him hard, and those sharp toned moans started again, I sucked his dick deep, and he shot in my mouth and a minute or so later Wes shot inside him. We stay inside him and then slowly pulled off, I had pulled back into the darkness, so did he. The guy laid there while we got dressed and left. I looked back and saw his hot body face down and the bubble butt up. We gave me a high five. Little dude, that as amazing. He was fucking tight, if he wants more, I want to give him more. He took me back to Bryce’s place and pulled out his dick and said clean off that straight man from my cock. I did and sucked him hard again. I sucked him till he shot in my mouth and then he said, you need to give me that ass soon! I kept checking Squirt, nothing from the Straight guy. Two hours went by, the email read, need a throat fag and rimming fag for 10 PM. I text Wes, he wants us back at 10 PM. You made an impression on him. I text Brian that it looked like it would only a breeding in the morning. I will let you know as soon as I do. I confirmed with the straight guy that we would be there, Throat Fag 1 and Rimming Fag. Email when you are downstairs. Again, Wes picked me up and we headed over. I emailed the straight guy and he said I am ready. We went and it played out much like the first time. Straight guy fucked my throat, while he liked making Wes gag, then he got up on the bed and said rim me fags. Wes got up and started to tongue his hole as he pushed his legs forward making it impossible to slide in from the side. I was able to slide under Wes and Straight guy and suck his dick. Wes was eating away at his hole and then lubed up, his cock and slide a finger, then two. Pulled out, rubbed his big dick on the guy's hole, leaned down and let poppers drop in front of him. The straight guy seemed to know what they were and opened them and hit them twice on each side. Wes slide in, slowly stretching him all the till he bottomed out. The guy hit the poppers, Wes started to slow fuck him, the straight guy said oh god! Fucking A that is big. Wes picked up and fucked him for ten minutes like that and the guy moaned and told Wes how great it felt. We motioned for me to slide out and I did. He pushed the straight guy down after pulled his legs back and again slide him over and held his leg up and fucked the straight guy's hole hard and long. The straight guy kept babbling, Fuck, oh my god, he finally said fuck me. Wes picked up the pace, I sucked the guy's cock and licked it all over. Wes’s breathing got heavy; I slide my head down on the guy's cock. The straight guy held my head and fucked my mouth with Wes Inside him and two minutes later that was all Wes could take, Wes shot inside the straight man and kept fucking him till the straight guy flooded my mouth with his cum. We both backed off, the straight guy collapsed again. This time on the way out, I looked back, and the guys was rubbing his hole spent. I was not sure I would hear from him, Wes told me that was one of the hottest scenes yet when he dopped me off. He pulled his dick out and told me to clean it off and I did. He shot another load and I swallowed it. Then he said, thanks little throat fag 1, always love straight ass. An hour later, I heard from the straight guy. Checking out at noon tomorrow. I am free at 10:30 for throat fag 1 and throat fag 2. That was all he said, I emailed him that we would be there. Brian and I went, it played out like each time before, Brian gave him to loads and I gave him one. Brian left and I grabbed a coffee and watched the straight guy walk across the lobby to grab his uber for the airport.

I curled up on the bed, then I decided I needed to go to the bookstore and work this out. I cleaned out and headed over. I text the older guy with the PA. asking if he and his friend would be there. He texts me back, when are heading over. Now, I text. Let me text a few buds and see if anyone is available. I started walking, a text came back. See you in 15 minutes. I came in just as two hot guys were leaving. They had been in booth seven, could only imagine how that started. I waited five minutes and in walked the PA guy and two buds followed. The blind guy was there and new guy. He looked military, 28, had tats and a crew cut. The military guy looked me up and down. I started to go into the booth and PA guy came in with me. He tapped the booth to the right and Military guy slide through a long thick dick. It was a surprise that he was uncut. I leaned down and sucked his dick for a couple minutes and then PA tapped the other glory hole and the blond guy slide his cock through. Long thick and cut. I licked and sucked his dick. Then he told me, both seven is waiting for you. These two guys are going to fuck you. I opened the booth we were in and walked to seven. The blond guy came out first and then Military. The blond guy came in and kissed me, when military tapped on the door the blond guy unlatched it. We were making out when there was pounding on the door telling us to put money in. The blond guys said, come over to my place and we can have some fun. I agreed and once the attendant had left, we slipped out and four of us walked to the Blond's apartment. When we arrived, the blond told me to undress. The lights were off the three guys also undressed and PA had me suck his dick while the two guys went into the bedroom. PA brought me in, and the blond was on the bed. He lubed up my ass and slide his fingers in me and said, go ride that big dick. You loved his dick last time. I got up on the bed, grabbed his dick and slide it into my hole and lowered myself on him. He pulled me forward and fucked me for a couple minutes, Military guy was fucking my mouth while the blond used my hole. He pulled out and PA fed me his cock and PA went around and pressed his dick against my hole and forced his way inside me and they both fucked me for ten minutes and military shot his load inside me. He pulled out, came around and fed me his cock to clean off. PA was next to push in, he went in easier, and he fucked me and soon came inside me, and he took Militaries place, I sucked his dick. He had taken out his PA to DP me. That is why he went in so easy. I heard the front door, military was gone, then PA left. The blond told me to ride his dick while he texts a couple buds. Five minutes later I heard the door, a guy got on the bed and pushed me forward, pressing his cock against my hole and he finally popped in. He said, fucking tight hole he fucked me, it hurt. I heard the door, and another guy came in and he fed me his cock. Nice thick uncut dick. Soon the blond shot inside me. The new uncut guy took the blonds place on the bottom, and he told me to slide on him. I did and the guy in back shoved his dick in me and pounded my hole till he shot inside me and pulled out and left. The blonde was in the shower, The guy inside me still pushed me to the side and told me to spread my legs and he fucked me till he came inside me. He grabbed me and took me to the living room and said, better get dressed, Mike never likes the bottom to still be here when he gets out of the shower. I rushed to get my clothes on, shut the door and walked home to my empty apartment. I text Bryce to see if I could crash at his place. He said, sure but only for a few days. I went over, the key was where he said it would be and I went in, I was able to watch TV and I poured myself a couple shot to take this dull pain away. I spent the night chilling; I did not answer any texts or calls. I feel asleep with the TV on in the living room. I woke up and checked my voicemail, there was a call from the social worked to call her back. It came in last night and she said my drugs were approved and are ready for pick up. I got around and rushed to the bus station and an hour later I was at the clinic. I picked up the pills and took my first dose. I felt better already. I got back on the bus and headed back. I got call from the clinic and they said, the Doctor Ryan has an opening at the clinic on your side of town tonight at 6 PM. He usually never books that time but for you he has agreed. I told him I would be there, they said they would email the address. I got home and it was already 1 PM, I got text from John asking to see me. He said he had a late lunch but needed to see me. I went over at 3PM, he welcomed me and took me into the back room. We made out and he pushed down my shorts, ate my hole and then lubed up his cock and fucked me for ten minutes till he came. He turned me around and said, can you spend the night with me tonight. I told him yes, He said come over tonight at 10 PM I have a long day today. By the time I got back to Bryce’s place it was 4 PM, I grabbed a bite, used my laptop to do some homework till 5:30 and headed to the clinic. I headed to the clinic, I waited in the lobby and the receptionist left. It left the male nurse and the Doctor. Cody, the nurse said, come back to room four. I followed him to room four, he handed me a gown telling me to get undressed completely and Doctor Ryan would be in. I was sitting there naked, the nurse came back in and said, change of plans. He wants you in room one. Leave your clothes here, you will come back here when you are finished. The nurse placed me on a table with my legs out in stirrups, my gown pulled up. Doctor Ryan told me to restrict your ability to have an orgasm. I understand that when he examined you earlier you had one. He would like to be able to complete the exam without you having another orgasm. He placed my balls clasped in metal sleeves keep my balls from moving. He then caged my dick. Finally, he put gloves on and lubed my hole and slide a metal piece inside me and lubed up my insides. Okay, Cody, the doctor wanted to know a few things. You said you only took one Poz load and the guy lied about it, is that right? I hesitated but said Yes. Since then, have you jacked off at all about poz guys or cum? Again, I hesitated and said No. Cody, it is important that you are honest here. This is a safe space. Okay, the guy did not lie, he told me he was positive, and we agreed he would not cum inside me, but he did. Oh, so you let the positive guy fuck you bare. Yes, I love bare cock. I told him we should wait but he slid inside anyway. I see, so you have difficulty saying no when you are horny. Is that correct? Yes, that is very correct. This one is always hard for bottoms to answer. How many individual loads have you taken, not tops but the actual loads? Doc thinks it is best to give you multiple choice. Less than 10, less than 20, less than 40 or less then 50 and finally more than 50. I hesitated, Cody, there is no judgement. More than 50 I said quickly. Orally and anally. Okay so you really do love cum. What is the biggest dick you have taken? 11.5 and several beer can, thick dicks. Ever been fisted? Yes! Do you like being fisted? Yes, If you could be fisted or fucked with a huge cock and the guy cums inside you which, would you rather. The guy who cums inside me. I am going to leave the light off, it will help you relax for the examination. I heard the door and then felt a hand on my stomach, then he felt my dick and balls. Moved to my hole, a finger slipped in, then another. Soon he had four inside me and then he pulled out. Then he pressed what felt like a baseball club inside me. It did not want to go inside me. He pulled away. The fingers entered again, this time he pressed harder, and his thumb went inside me. Soon he had his fist inside, and I was moaning. Then his big dick pressed up against my hole. I remember that I should push out and I started to push out and soon his dick was inside me. My hole was still tight around his elephant dick. I heard spray and impact was put on a rag and put in my mouth. I opened some and he started to slowly fuck me and soon he was fucking me at a nice rhythm. Then I heard him grunt as he shoved inside me, he stayed there till he dick softened, and it slide out. I could not believe what had just happened. Five minutes later the doctor came in and said, Hi Cody, sorry for making you wait. I see you met Travis the nurse. He asked you lots of questions and I am looking over your answers. I am a bit concerned that you take so much raw cum inside you not being on PreP. Once your results are back, we really need to start that. I am going to put my glove on now and see if the abrasion in your hole has changed any. This may be uncomfortable. You and use these if you need to. He tossed me poppers. He sat down, I could not see him, but I felt his fingers in my loosened-up hole. It had to have cum from whoever fucked me. He slid two, three and then four. He twisted back and forth I all I could do I moan much like ai did when the guy was fucking me. He slides his thumb beside his fingers and worked my hole and his fist went inside me. He worked my hole and soon he was up the forearm. That is good Cody, you are doing great. I had been hitting the poppers to help. He slowly pulled out and said, it is the same. That’s good Cody. Now, it is important to let that hole relax. I am going to turn the lights off. Rest! Again, someone came in, this time they went straight for my hole. A baseball bat sized cock pushed against my hole. It seemed different and slowly slide inside me. This time whoever it had fucked me hard and long for ten minutes and show his load inside me. I heard him say hot hole. Then he pulled out and disappeared out of the room. From the table I could not see the door open and close just the light and darkness. I thought fuck, this is a doctor's office. When the nurse came back in and cleaned up my hole he said. All finished. I have made you another appointment for Wednesday at the same time. He unleased my penis along with my balls and helped me down and walked me back to my clothes and said, I will leave you in here to get dressed. You may leave through the yellow door when you are finished. I left, in a daze, this was entirely fucked up. I rushed back to Bryce’s and jacked off. I did some homework and answered some texts from my mother and family. I had reached out form some money and I had already received $3,000.00 to help me get stabilized. I also started looking for a place to rent. Just a room to rent for now. I send out several emails but nothing yet. I was killing time; a text came in from Wes. When can have that hot neg hole again? Not until I am on PreP. Sorry, just started PEP and need to finish that and then start PreP. He said, okay I get it. How about you come by tomorrow and we can just suck each other. We can do that till you are on PreP right? Make out? Let me eat your hole. Let me think about, hit me up tomorrow. I had two loads deep inside me and I was heading over to John's place. I needed to focus. Around 9:30 I headed over to Wes’s place. He kissed me and even had a present for me. I opened it and it was a cock ring. He asked me to put it on. I did, it was bright blue, Wes said it looked great on me. He helped me take the rest of my clothes off and then led me to the bedroom. I got up on the bed as he undressed, his dick rock hard. He got on top of me and kissed me, then slowly lifted my legs up and pressed his now lubed dick against my hole and it slipped inside. He fucked me for twenty minutes and shot inside, he then turned me to my side and kissed my neck and soon he was hard again, and he slide inside me and fucked for thirty minutes and shoved deep grunting loudly as he shot. When I woke up, he fucked me one more time this time making me cum all over my chest. We showed and again, toast and fruit. Then I was off my way, later that day I took my HIV test that Bryce sent. I thought nothing of it I went to the store and came back. It said, I was positive. That cannot be. I took another one, this time I watched it and this one came back positive also. I took the third test; it was fucking positive. I reached out to Bryce, he asked if I took my test the studio was asking. I snapped a picture and sent it to him. He said, nothing but what is your Zelle, I received a notification that $5,000 was deposited in my account from a corporation. I asked him what that was. He said, it was part of the deal. You held up your end, this was the final payment. He said, I will send you a video explain it all to you. By the way, the movers will be there this coming Monday to get my stuff. You will need to find a place by then. That is all he said, I text him a couple more times and I only got, Bryce cannot talk right now. He will text you when he can. I was numb. What the fuck now. I sat in the living room and wondered who, how? Was it Wes? Someone else? I looked up how long it takes, and it said two weeks or more. It was not Wes then or the two random guys. I shut my phone off and sat in the dark for the next three hours. I cried and took several walks after and even took a dip in the pool which I had not done in a long time. I signed on to Squirt later and I got a message from the straight guy I had fucked. He said he would be back tomorrow. He wanted to use my throat again. I decided that was harmless. I asked what time and he said be here at 7PM. Once I check in, I will send you my room number.

Jeff Morris was more than a little apprehensive. He was bound tight to a chair in the dungeon of his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose’s big apartment on Lakeshore Drive. His golden hair was slightly mussed, and the position he was bound in—arms square behind his back—accentuated his swimmers pecs and tight abs. He was just slightly bigger, but with a lot more definition than he had been when he’d met his daddies—they were strict about his workouts. When Jose had greeted him at the door with a rough kiss and a curt “Follow me, cuntboy” and then led him towards the dungeon, Jeff knew the time for his punishment had come. Jeff had began hooking up with his Daddies in the early summer of his 19th year. They were the gardeners for his parents yard, and Jeff had fantasized about having sex with them the minute he saw them, when he was just 13. And now, seven years latter, he was their boy. They’d had a ceremony, with several other gay leather and kink friends in attendance, and he and they were pledged to one another. They’d also written in Jeff as the heir to their business ventures and Jeff was majoring in business and headed for an MBA to run the businesses and expand them. But Jeff had broken a rule: Jeff was not allowed to do drugs during the college year. And he really wasn’t supposed to do drugs with anyone but his Daddies. But this last year—his junior year—he’d turned 21 and had been feeling the constraint of having strict protocols and rules inside and outside the bedroom (truth be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way in the bedroom, but…). He’d gone out on Saturday with a friend from college and taken an X at Hydrate. There he’d been seen by a friend of his Daddy Ben. That next weekend his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose introduced him to 10 lashes each of the bullwhip. His skin burned at the memory. But they’d also promised him that he would face more consequences. And clearly that time was now. Daddy Ben came and said,”it’s time to get you ready.” He shaved of Jeff’s hair into a short buzz cut. He then got him in the shower and cuffed him with his arms and legs spread wide. Ben cleaned his hole out, really pushing Jeff hard, ignoring his grunts and cries as Ben drove the sure shot deep up inside Jeff’s hole. Ben then shaved every inch of Jeff’s body, leaving only the hair on the top of his head and his eyebrows. Satisfied the boy was hairless and clean on the inside and put, Ben lubed up a long plug and eased it into Jeff’s hole. Daddy Jose came in and addressed Ben, “He’s here for him.” Turning to Jeff, Jose removed Jeff’s cuffs, replacing the ones on his wrists and ankles with thick leather ones with brass fittings stamped with an intricate image of a peacock. He then put a matching wide collar around Jeff’s neck. Looking into his eyes with a serious expression he said, “Master Omar is in the front room. You will go with him and you will make your Daddies proud by being absolutely obedient to him, you understand, boy?” Jeff nodded, suddenly afraid, and said softly, “Yes, sir.” They led him to the big front room where an absolute giant of a muscle man stood. Master Omar was at least 6’11” with the broadest shoulders Jeff had ever seen. He was so big and so muscled, it was almost as if he were a Tom of Finland drawing. He was wearing tight leather pants that showcased his huge thighs and what appeared to be a baseball bat between his legs. He wore an open leather vest, his huge pecs and 8-pack covered in a light layer of dark fur. “Do you like what you see pretty boy?” Master Omar smirked, his voice so deep it sent chills up Jeff’s spine. Jeff was already erect from the excitement of seeing this gorgeous muscle man, precum dripping copiously out of his shaved cock. Jeff practically moaned, “Oh yes, sir, I do.” “Good, because you will be serving me and my twin brother, Master Abdull, for the next four days,” Master Omar said, a hard wicked smile on his face, “All our other slaves will be performing only their domestic duties, as well as keeping you cleaned up and ready for service. You will serve as our only outlet for our sexual desires boy. And I assure you, our appetites are insatiable.” He then stepped up to the boy and cuffed Jeff’s arms together in front of his stomach, and led Jeff by the leash down the penthouse’s private elevator to a big Mercedes van with black windows. Opening the back door, he revealed that the back two seats had been removed and in its place was a rubber-covered mat with various places to affix restraints and ties. He reached in a produced a thick blindfold which he affixed efficiently around Jeff’s eyes. Now unable to see, Jeff’s sense of smell was heightened, and he began uncontrollably leaking precum as he smelled the giant man’s scent. Omar laughed, and drew the smaller boy into his armpit, Jeff immediately started sniffing and licking the hairy pitt like a dog in heat. “Oh pretty boy, my brother and I are going to have so much fun with you,” Omar laughed. Omar removed the plug that was in Jeff and handed it back to the boy’s Daddies. He then eased a larger one that immediately started vibrating in Jeff’s hole, causing him to quake and jump. He tied the boy down spreadeagled on his back, and restrained his body with a series of tight leather straps. Jeff had no idea how long they travelled, but it was at least a couple of hours. When the van finally stopped, Jeff heard the back door open and felt a rush of cool hair. He felt the big man efficiently undoing the straps and loosening his cuffs. He was picked up as if he were a feather and gently stood upright, and the buzzing in his ass finally ceased. It was immediately replaced though with his nearly constant, innate desire to be fucked. Omar addressed someone he couldn’t see, “Take the boy to your rooms and make sure he is prepared for presentation to us. Make sure he knows the correct way to kneel when he’s not needed.” Jeff was lead by the leash across what was probably a driveway, the concrete cool against his bare feet. “There are four steps up,” a gentle voice said, and the unseen man helped him climb them. He was lead into what was probably a house—he could hear quiet murmuring of voices, all male, and the sounds of housework. He was lead down a long hall and then he felt the cold of a tile floor. His blindfold was removed. Standing in front of him was an older twink, probably 35, his body in gorgeous shape with a highly defined musculature rather like his own. He wore gold rings in his nipples and a big gold PA in his circumcised cock, his big balls drooped unnaturally, clearly having been stretched over many years. Around his neck was a peacock stamped collar like the one Jeff wore, but this one was clearly a dress item, with gold studs interspersed with small diamonds. His entire body from the top of his head was completely hairless, including his eyebrows. “I am Ezekiel,” the man said, traces of an accent gave the name an edge. “I have been in the service of my Masters for 15 years and I manage the household. I will see that you please them in your appearance,” the man said softly, “I know that you are here to be punished, but be aware, my Masters are addictive. After they come here once, most submissives crave their bodies and cruelty and massive cocks again and again. I predict your Daddies will let you come back as a reward from time to time.” Jeff lowered his head, blushing at the memory of his reaction to Master Omar’s scent. Ezekiel smiled, “I see it’s already happening, the next four days will be hard for you, though, for with their pleasure always comes pain.” Ezekiel put Jeff in the shower, and bathed him, inspecting him for any strays hairs which he efficiently shaved away using a sandelwood scented oil. Satisfied the boy was smooth, Ezekiel gently cleaned him out again throughly, and then had him bend over where he used a tube of thick lube to lube Jeff’s hole deep. Ezekiel lead Jeff, blindfolded and back in the cuffs and collar, and then stopped in front of a door. “I suspect my Masters have prepared a little demonstration of your life for the next four days,” he said, amusement and affection leaking though his tone, “They can be incorrigible show offs, but they truly are amazing.” With that he pushed the door open and lead Jeff into a room where the sounds of hard sex were filling the air. Ezekiel had Jeff kneel and bow his head in the waiting position he’d been taught. He removed the blindfold and Jeff hear him leave the room. Jeff sensed someone approaching and a pair of massive feet appeared, big rough hands gently lifted his face to look at the man in front of him. “I am Master Abdul,” the giant man said, his voice a deep accented bass that sent erotic thrills down his spine. Jeff knelt there, his mouth open with lust and precum dripping on the mat below. He could hear moans and little screams and grunts behind the big man, but he was so large and he was facing a direction where he couldn’t really see what was going on. Abdul was as tall as his brother with the same massive hairy body, but Jeff was seeing the biggest cock he’d ever seen. Abdul was rock hard, his cock maybe slightly less thick around than his Daddy Jose’s but it was by far biggest dick Jeff had ever seen that wasn’t made of silicone. It must have been 14 or 15 inches long, a giant spiked PA went through the enormous head and then the entire underside of the monster sported a Jacob’s ladder, with barbells with really one normal size ball and one really large ball on each end, the large balls and small balls alternated, Jeff honestly couldn’t wait to ride that cock and feel how those balls felt in his hole, even if it hurt. Abdul smiled, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen that reaction from a submissive pussyboy, “You are as beautiful as my brother said, little boy,” Abdul said, “You ready to be punished by me and my brother, little pussboy?” Jeff shivered and looked into the man’s dark eyes, “Yes, Master, I hope to provide you with much pleasure.” “My brother and I are just finishing up with another guest,” Abdul said turning Jeff’s body to the left, “We will be with you in a moment.” The spectacle or “demonstration” the men had displayed was jaw-dropping. A young man—maybe 23 or 24–was suspended from the ceiling. He was a slightly older version of Jeff, golden hair cut short, but his body was phenomenal. The strain of the position was making every vein pop, his definition out of this world. Jeff knew he had a good body, and he was more muscular and defined now that he followed his Daddy’s Jose strict diet and workout schedule, yet this boys body was next level. The state of the young body was also next level. his skin, which on his face looked golden like Jeff’s, was bright red all over, covered in the signs of strapping, caning, and the clear line of heavy bull whipping with faintly healing red spots where the whip had drawn blood. Jeff could see marks on his arms indicating the boy had been slammed, multiple times. His hole was gaping open, puffy and wide, drizzling a constant stream of cum and lube, and occasionally trying to wink closed. Omar stood in front of the swinging boy, his cock dripping with lube and the boys ass juices. Omar’s cock was very nearly identical to his brothers monster, but if anything, it looked very slightly thicker and maybe, if that were even possible, longer. “What do you need, boy,” he demanded. The boy opened his eyes, and Jeff saw that they were black with need, “Please, please, use me Master, possess me, sir.” Jeff knew, from watching videos of himself, exactly how the boy felt. He’d seen himself beg like that. Omar appeared in Jeff’s vision, his huge balled fist dripping with a white lube, and he shoved the first into the boy. The boy’s hole easily accepted the monster, but his entire body went rigid and he screamed as Omar’s fist went mid-forearm deep into the boy. The twins alternated fisting the boy for probably 20 minutes, the young man writhing and groaning and begging them to stop and them begging them for more. They fisted the boy deeper and deeper, until his hole was stretched wide around their huge arms right before the elbow. Clearly, Jeff thought, this was a repeat of something the boy had already done. When then put the young man on his hands and knees, he was practically vibrating with needy bottom lust, and started begging to be fucked. Jeff noticed that he kept his position perfect, face on the padded floor, back arched, and that he used his hands to open his ass wide, his destroyed hole farting out air the men’s abuse had jammed inside him. So they alternated fucking him brutally slamming into his hole from all angles. When Abdul took a turn the lube slowly started turning pink. He kept it up for a minute more and pulled out giving his brother Omar a go. Master Abdul stood in front of Jeff. “As my brother told you, we have prodigious appetites which you will fulfill beyond the best of your abilities this week. You have no safeword here and we will not stop just because you are in pain,” he stated matter-of-factly, “Your daddies have set a few limits, and athough giving a disobedient boy like you any concern is not our way with our boys, we respect your daddies as the owners of your body and will not breach them.” Stepping forward with the giant hard cock in Jeff’s face, he commanded “Your service starts now, make my cock squeaky clean, slave.” After Jeff cleaned the man’s cock with his tongue, the faint layer of blood metallic on his tongue, he did his best to suck the huge cock. He could get about 1/3 of it in his throat, but not much more. Master Abdul stopped him and lifted his face, “Later, when we have given you drugs we will allow poppers and you will learn to take all of both our cocks,” he promised, “But you will be sober the first time we fuck you—we want to see how deep is your hunger with no enhancements first. “ While Jeff was trying to the impossible task of getting the giant tool down his throat, he heard the sound of fucking stop. He heard a gentle bass voice, talking soothingly, and then a small bell ring. Omar came to stand by his brother, his giant cock dripping and now red with blood. “The boys hole is finished,” he told his brother. Abdul stopped Jeff’s sucking abruptly, and pulled out until his cock filled Jeff’s mouth. “Drink,”he said, and Jeff’s throat pulsed as he drank a giant load of piss. Jeff did the same for Omar, cringing slightly at the taste of blood that coated the man’s giant fuckstick. He sucked him for a while and then when the man had given him a second load of piss he pulled back. Jeff assumed the position he’d been taught, head bowed and ass resting on his ankles, hands still cuffed behind him. “Good boy,” Abdul said, ruffling his short hair like he was petting a dog. Abdul led him over, pushing his head down so he walked with it bowed in submission and had him kneel down on his knees, head still bowed and hands still behind him. He heard rustling around and one of the men placed a pair of very painful tit clamps on him. Someone then kicked his knees apart, big cock swinging in his face, still covered in his saliva—still Master Abdul then—placed a parachute on his balls and hung enough weight that he groaned. Abdul walked a few feet and it sounded like he was sitting down. “Raise your head, pretty pussy,” one of the twins commanded. Jeff looked up and his heart raced. He was terrified of the pain these men were going to cause him but fuuuuuck they were hot. They sat on identical carved chairs with thick black leather cushions. Each man set forward on the seat in a comfortable recline, their legs and feet relaxed on long padded rests. Their big cocks were only partially hard, still swelled up as if ready for sex but hanging down, with their huge muscled glutes partially visible. Jeff moaned with lust as he realized the entire setup was so they could relax in complete comfort as a boy sucked on his masters asshole, worshiped his legs and feet, or gagged on his Masters giant cock. “Did you enjoy our piss, boy?,” Abdul asked. “I love your piss, Master,” Jeff replied truthfully. “You will not love everything that we demand of you, I assure you, you will experience much pain,” Master Omar said, “But I am sure a bottom slut like you will enjoy most of it, even the pain. Are you a bottom slut and a pain pig?” “I have been a bottom slut my entire life, Master,” Jeff said, and then he shivered and his face looked ashamed, “But my daddies have showed me that my inner nature also craved pain.” Omar then said, “You will be used and given far more agony here than you’ve ever experienced, beyond what your pain pig nature can comprehend, because you are being punished for your unfaithfulness to the covenant you made with the two men who love you more than anything in the world.” Jeff turned red with shame and tears welled up in his eyes. “They made a covenant with you, sealed with a ring, made you the heir to their multimillion dollar fortune, gave you a sure path to being the CEO of a very successful company, and you repay them by breaking the simplest of the rules they asked of you. What was the rule you broke, you unfaithful slut?” Jeff was now crying, the way Omar said it he sounded like a terrible person. “I did drugs on a school weekend, Master, and without my Daddies permission, even though I knew it was wrong.” Abdul walked around behind him and he felt him tugging on his balls. Omar reached down and slapped Jeff’s face so hard he felt blood well on his lip. He spoked sternly, “And how did you do on the history midterm you had the next week?” “I got a B-, Master,”. Jeff said, still catching his breath from the pain. “And what is your normal grade on your college coursework?” Abdul said, now towering over Jeff next to his brother, both their cocks rising as they humiliated the boy. “I am a straight A student, Master.” With that Abdul slapped his other cheek several times till Jeff was seeing stars. “And did you tell your daddies what you done and beg them for forgiveness? Omar demanded. “No, Master.,” Jeff replied softly. “Such an unfaithful boy,” Abdul said, “We are here to see that the costs of being unfaithful to your Daddies is seared on your body with remembered pain, you unfaithful cunt. When you scream remember it was you that did this.” The men returned to their seats. Omar spoke, “The beautiful boy you just saw us using has been coming to be used by us at least twice a year since he was 18. He is slave to a famous Hollywood director and a professional dancer.” Jeff realized now where the definition of that body came from. Abdul continued the story, his deep voice resonating throughout Jeff’s own body, “He, too, broke one of the basic rules of his relationship and so he was sent to us for punishment. His master noticed that when he was allowed to pleasure himself, he very often jacked off and rode dildos to footage of his time with us. Like so many others, he was addicted to us.” “He comes to us at least twice a year, either as a reward or a punishment. This time was a punishment, so we used him especially hard,” Omar said. Jeff swallowed hard, his eyes wide. “Does that scare you, boy?” Omar said with a dark smile, “be honest, none of your unfaithful lies.” Jeff swallowed again, his body shaking a little. He squared his shoulder and spoke honestly and confidently, “It does scare me sir, but I am sorry I let my daddies down and prepared to pay the price. They are center of my world and I hate myself for not being truthful with them.” The big men returned to their chairs and sat down, Jeff kneeled with his head bowed, he heard one of the men snap his fingers and someone—he had no idea anyone else was in the room—swiftly unsnapped his cuffs and fine-fingered hands moved his arms to hang at his sides. One of the men spoke, “Go done to the floor with chest nearly against the floor and your back arched, turn your head to the side”. Jeff complied. “Now crawl to us begging us to use you.” As he started crawling he realized they had snapped something heavy to his the chain running from his balls. He groaned in pain, but he crawled slowly forward without stopping. Begging them, to use him, to hurt him, to make him pay for his unfaithfulness. When he reached a point where he was almost at their chairs, they stopped him. He was between the two men. They commanded him to serve Abdul so he crawled the weight pulling even more painfully as he shifted direction. He served the men with his mouth for what felt like hours. First he serviced their assholes, one by one, his tongue at full length inside the musty tunnels. Their scent and their manliness were so alluring that his ass involuntarily arched with his deep need to be fucked. When one of them would tire, he would slap that top of his head and he would drag the weight—he saw that it was a brick—and service the other man. After a long time of this they commanded he service their cocks. It was impossible to take their cocks more than halfway, and the big PAs (big round rings, they had removed the spiked ones at some point) and the big alternating balls on the lengths of their dicks made it even more difficult. But for a true blue bottom slut like Jeff, it was heaven and he tried his best. After a while, they began having him alternate, jacking their big cocks and moaning with pleasure as his worshiped between their huge glutes. Finally the twins could wait no longer. Jeff’s tongue was in Abdul’s hole when he felt strong arms pick him up and hold him upright, suddenly pulling him upright with one swift motion until the brick was suspended from his balls, Omar laughing as Jeff’s arms flailed clawing at the air and he screamed from the sudden all encompassing pain. Abdul stood up his cock jutting out and he swiftly removed the tit clamps and punched Jeff in the abdomen hard, his swimmers eight pack twisting in pain, his body doubling up and drawing the brick up swinging, Jeff’s mouth open in a silent howl. The minute he relaxed back down, Abdul did it again. He did this five times until Jeff was sobbing and screaming at the same time. After giving the boy a minute, and his screams turned to deep moans Omar crouched down around him, holding Jeff aloft with one hand, and he swiftly released the parachute. Jeff’s felt a sharp pain again as the pressure on his balls was released, he started to scream and almost hiccuped from a the fresh pain of Omar’s giant hand wrapped tightly around his tedticles. Omar lifted the boy by his balls, and held him in front of him, Jeff screaming at the top of his lungs while he body sagged. After what felt like an eternity to Jeff—it was about a minute, Abdul stepped forward and put one of his big hands under the boy ass, raising it just slightly, so that the pressure was relieved a tiny bit. With his other hand he raised the boys head, turning it to him. “Punishment, boy.” Omar carried him by the balls, Abdul providing a little support over to a padded table. Once they got to the table Omar helped him above it, the boys screaming resumed. He suddenly dropped the boy onto the padded surface shouting “Punishment, boy,”. Jeff lay there for a second, still screaming, then his body curled into a fetal position, involuntarily grabbing at his balls, and the tears flowed. The twins remained impassive, and Abdul arranged a small triangular cushion to position the boy’s hole for their cocks. Omar rolled him onto his back and while Abdul grabbed his waist and positioned his ass where they wanted it Omar cuffed the boys to the table, pulling his arms above his head tight. Abdul, meanwhile, cuffed his legs to straps hanging from the dungeon ceiling. Omar put a big immobilizing belt around the boys waist and then walked around to his ass. Jeff felt the table lower, giving a low electric hum, as they positioned his hole precisely to the best height for their cocks. Omar came around and put his armpit over Jeff face, and Jeff breathed in and began licking eagerly. “I am going to fuck you first, with my bigger cock, because we want you to remember how much you love being stretched by our cocks,” Omar stated, deep voice purring with the anticipation of a great fuck, “You will get no poppers—you must prove how much you want this by opening your hole yourself, do you understand?” Jeff raised his ass slightly—the straps didn’t allow for much movement, he answered, his voice muffled by the big man’s pit, “Yes, Master, I will do everything I have in me to give you pleasure.” “Good,” Omar said, walking back towards the boys hole. He positioned himself between the boys legs, slapping at the boys tightly bound balls. He reached underneath the boy and pulled the plug out, and Jeff began the first of many rides on the biggest cock he would ever be fucked by. Omar was surprisingly gentle with him at first—letting his hole open relatively slowly. He was still demanding, and constantly quested to own more of the boys hole. Things began to get very difficult for Jeff the deeper the big man’s cock went. After the first eight inches went in, it got very hard to accommodate the big cock, all of its jewelry, and the PA. Jeff was moaning and panting and groaning, arching his back as much as his bondage would allow. But there was no stopping Omar, and finally the last 1/2 inch slid into the panting 21-year old. He held it there and enjoyed one of his favorite views in the world—a gorgeous blonde twink feeling what it was like to take his enormous dick for the first time. The boy was so nearly free of abdominal fat, that he could see the bulge as his big cock moved organs out of the way. They both fucked him gently at first. Omar slowly increased the pace to a level what Jeff’s Daddy Bill called lovemaking sex. Then he switched places with Abdul, who had installed a very thick PA with a very big ball. it made it almost like Omar hadn’t opened him up, and so Abdul got to see him writhe and moan when he fucked him for the first time. They gently fucked him for a while, slowly increasing the speed until they were able to rough fuck him hard. Jeff was lost in his own world, his mind lost in a cloud of pleasure as he experienced two of the best fucks he’d ever had at the same time. Once they cut loose, fucking his hole at all angles and it started really turning into a loose pussy, the brother who wasn’t fucking him started torturing his balls. Then they sounded him—something he’d never done sober—and fuck it hurt at first. Once they were able to get a thick sound down his cock, keeping it hard and stretched, one twin whipped his cock while the other twin fucked him harder and harder. Abdul especially seemed to love whipping his cock, and finally he brought over a thin piece of metal wire which he used to bring searing pain as it sliced through the sir onto the tender skin of the boys cock. Immobilized, Jeff could do nothing, he was helpless against the onslaught of feelings. No one had ever used him this hard unless he was high, and it was hard to find the pleasure through all the pain. After several hours of this—Jeff felt like it was a lifetime—both men came in him. Each of them shouted and released what seemed like several days of pent up sperm in his hole.

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all. Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s. On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?” “I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...” “No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book. “Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting. “Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. “Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.” Red Shirt slightly smiled. “No worries. Must be a good book.” “Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?” “House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.” “Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.” Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones. “Hey weirdo!” He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?” “Yeah...how do you know my name?” “Dude. We had class together last semester.” “Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.” This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general. “What class?” he continued. “Public Policy Communication.” Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name. “Nelson!” Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond. “And Bingo was his name-o.” Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself. “Sorry.” “For?” “Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...” “No shit.” Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?” If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana. “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

He actually issued the executive order implementing this on Monday afternoon. See here: [think before following links] https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/01/defending-women-from-gender-ideology-extremism-and-restoring-biological-truth-to-the-federal-government/ The order also revokes all efforts to apply Bostock (the gay/trans employment discrimination decision from SCOTUS from 2020) to any other circumstances, such as housing discrimination or educational discrimination. Not just the trans part, but the ENTIRE decision. What that means is that if a plaintiff sues, say, a landlord for discrimination against gay people, the federal government will now OPPOSE (via amicus briefs or even outright intervention) extending Bostock's reasoning that discrimination on the basis of sex includes gay and trans people - an opinion by Neil Gorsuch, at that, one that Chief Justice Roberts joined - should not apply to any other circumstances. Dollars to donuts that if an employment case goes against an employer - as it must, under Bostock - the federal government will be urging SCOTUS to overturn that precedent as misguided. And right in the crosshairs after that is same-sex marriage, then laws against sodomy. Everyone said "You're being hysterical!" when I said this was coming. Well, it's already well on the way. And all the gay Trumpanzees who voted for him because whatever reason are about to enter the "finding out" phase. "But I never dreamed the leopards would eat MY face," sobbed the gay man who voted for the Leopard Eating Faces Party.

I’d brave the snowstorm to come find you ass up and taking cock and loads. You’ve got such a sexy body and an ass that’s made for breeding. I wish I was out your way to add my loads to your sweet ass

Condoms? What's that?

Spoke too soon! Actually got an STD a few days after posting this...

knew i was going to a sex party sat nite but woke up sat am horny af and had 4 dif guys cum over during the day. first guy had me message his prostate w a finger up his ass as my mouth milked a big load out of his cock. second guy stayed for a couple of hours of suck n fuck fun. at one point he said he was close but took a break. i think he was trying to edge it but i know that sometimes backfires for me. eventually his cock got overstimulated and he couldn't cum. third guy let himself in for some anon blindfolded ass up action. i heard him unwrapping a condom but the fuck was still great. after i could hear him grabbing tissues etc and i just said "leave it. i'll throw it out" and after i heard him leave i took the blindfold off and emptied the condom out on my tongue and swallowed his cheating str8 guy load. 4th guy was also a cheater but married to a dude who was here for a conference. he came over while hubby was at a work thing and fucked me raw complete w verbal trash talk about giving me his babies, getting me pregnant, knocking me up etc before blowing a big load deep up my ass. i arrived at the party w a smirk on my face, happy to be preloaded 😈

Luke’s First Speedball Fistfuck Luke tried very, very hard to keep the huge mouthful of piss in his mouth. It was rank, and so potent he could feel the chems start to burn through the thin membranes of his mouth, and his desire to be filled began to build. As his master inserted his huge cock, semihard, into Luke, Luke’s hole suckled around the dick, hungry for the fuck. The General laughed, “Hungry pink whore pussy.” The General waited until he felt Luke’s hole gobble and accommodate his cock—probably only 10 inches now—and then when he felt his was deep in the boy, he began to piss. And piss. And piss. When Luke was already showing signs he was starting to fly, moving and bucking and begging, the General pulled out and pissed a huge load into the boys first chamber. The General knew from decades of experience that he’d just given the boy the equivalent of a large, deep, chempiss enema. Enough liquid that the boy’s hole was being stretched as if he’d been giving an extra large, stretching enema. But this enema was warm, and filled with pent up hours of Tina recycled through the big man’s body. He also knew that Luke was fundamentally, at his core, dehydrated—when boys served the General, the only fluids they ever received were from his cock—piss and cum in one hole or the other—and Luke’s hole would desperately try to suck the water up and that within say twenty minutes the hole would be nearly dry. So the General needed to move quickly to make the liquid stretch the boys hole more—and also, he needed the boy to fail in his task of holding the piss in his mouth. The General needed to punish the boy again before stretching that ass to oblivion. And so the General, who never played fair anyway with his slaves, decided to show Luke just how unfair he could be. He walked over to his large duffle and pulled out a relatively innocuous looking toy. It was only about six inches in length, with a series of ribs going up to a small accordion ball, with a series of small rubber nibs. The size was deceptive—at full inflation, the entire toy including the ball at the end was 14 gut-swelling inches. But the part that the General loved the most was the ball at the end. When fully inflated it was a screaming-stretch for any pig, just a little smaller than a volleyball at 21 inches of circumference. He had never brought it to its full size in a man’s second hole, but he had a few times made it that large in an experienced sluts first hole—most recently an older fistpig in a Berlin dungeon. But the beauty of the toy was its outrageous size when fully inflated. And since the General mostly loved to stretch and use holes on younger men, the experience for them was that the General had the ability to stretch and push them indefinitely, that the General could stretch their hole forever. And so the General slipped the ball into Luke’s already full first chamber. The boys body had already absorbed some but not all of the moisture from the piss, as General could hear it slosh around. Then the General started to pump the toy. For quite a while Luke was very into the stretch, moaning and gurgling around his huge mouthful of the General’s piss. After the thing got to be the size of a golf ball, it lodged itself at Luke’s anus, and the General tugged it tight, partially plugging the boys hole. Soon enough Luke’s ass was high in the air, his back arched up trying to accommodate the stretch. Now that he really had the little whore’s attention the General slowed everything down, using languid pushes to pump air slowly into the rubber nibbed ball. When he got the ball to 7 inch’s in circumference, the thing pushing liquid deeper into Luke’s gut while stretching his little ass ring unforgivingly, Luke’s lost control, and piss bubbled out of his lips while he tried to swallow. The General just smiled, “I can’t wait to punish you for that,” and then he pumped two full hard pumps. Now Luke howled, “Fuck, master, please sir, it’s too much.” But the General wasn’t done. He kept slowly inflating the toy, as Luke struggled. Finally the General gave Luke a bottle of poppers. And while this allowed Luke to accommodate the tough stretch, it also meant the General could do even more boypussy stretching. The General stopped by about an inch and half short—at 8.5 inches around—of the huge 10-13 inch diameter Annihilator dildo Luke had begged Jason and Enrique to use. The General wanted to be sure to save some room for a later session—either later that night or another time. Once the General was satisfied that 8.5 was a good size for now, he began to push the big ball into Luke’s second ring. He had no intention of actually doing it without deflating the thing, but he was sure going to enjoy trying. At first Luke clearly felt a little panic—he’d taken larger fists and arms through that hole hours ago, not to mention the General’s monster cock—but the taut little ribbed rubber stretchy ball was a difficult shape. But then he decided—as much as his over-served brain could decide anything—to make the best of it and kept himself high on the poppers. Luke was at this point an extremely hot-looking, hot mess. His body definition was out of this world due to the abuse his body had been put through, and he was drenched in sweat. He was probably the highest he had been yet, his eyes coal black with need and desire. And his ass? His ass was on fire and belonged entirely to the General. The General kept a firm, strong push going on the ball, using the little ribs for purchase, slowly pushing forward with an insistent rhythm. Luke’s inner hole flexed and bowed, but it wouldn’t let the ball in. So then the General started to let tiny amounts of air out, making the ball ever so slowly smaller. Slowly the ball became a size where it could start to slip into the second hole, and so the General slowed down until the ball was just small enough that it popped in. At the penetration Luke jumped a little with a little scream, then he moaned with pleasure, “Oh sir, please, sir, need deep stretch.” The General just smiled his cold smile and gave the ball two pumps. “Make me proud and push that out.” So Luke’s pushed and pushed, sweat dripping from his hair, and then finally he succeeded and the thing came flying out with a shout. The played this game for a while. The General would push the toy in, give a pump or two, then wait patiently while Luke pushed and moaned it out. Then the toy went back in—with no loss of air—the General pushing firmly and insistently while Luke puffed on his poppers, shouting again as the ball went in. Finally, it got to the point where, even after 15 minutes of trying, the ball wouldn’t come out. So the General began to pump. As he pumped Luke started a kind of low, almost song like groan, as he started to get desperate the General paused, scooped a big bump of Tina up and put it into his upper palm and closed his hand into the first fisting shape, the bird. The big bird went flying into Luke’s hole straight through to the inner passage where he slowly pushed the ball a little deeper. Luke was totally rigid now as the big man plastered Tina on the back side of the ball and then dumped the rest into Luke’s hole. Luke gave a little cry at the burn, then as the General folded his hand and pulled out, Luke gave a small scream as his hole connected with the bigger pile on the back of the ball. The new, extra dose of Tina made Luke forget, again, his need for self-preservation and so the General pumped, slowly, some more. After a few pumps he reached around and felt the bulge of the rubber ball through in Luke’s fat-free abs. It was probably an inch smaller than it had been in Luke’s outer hole—a good place to leave it. But Luke’s hole didn’t want to leave it, and soon his colon was insulating, pushing the toy ever so slightly back and forth. So the General pumped again, going and going until finally it was too much, and Luke was rigid and panting. “Who owns that hole?” the General demanded. “You do, sir, it’s all yours sir,” Luke managed, voice ragged with pain. And so the General gave two more pumps until Luke began a low keening, and the General left it in place and went to gather a whip and some more supplies to punish and fist the boys hole. The General gathered his heavily-laced fisting lube, another pair of tit clamps, and a small box which contained the crushed remains of several opium suppositories. Holding this all in one giant hand, he grabbed his single-tail whip with the other. As he strode over he grinned—fuck this whore made him happy—because Luke had clearly gotten used to and started loving the stretch. He was still dripping sweat and moaning, but now with pleasure as he undulated his ass and torso around the big ball. Deciding the boy could use the hydration, the General gently lifted Like by his shoulder until his ass rested on his ankles. The big ball shifted down, putting pressure on his colon, and Luke panted. The General paused, fascinated to watch the bulge descend down Luke’s abs until it must have lodged again his second hole. The General lifted Luke’s now jet-black eyes to his own, “You thirsty, pigwhore?” Luke paused, as if thinking about something other than the fiery need in his ass was somehow novel, and said, “Yes, sir.” “Drink me, then, drink from the lord of your body,” the General commanded. And so Luke guzzled the foul chempiss to quench his thirst. After that, they played the push the ball out game for about one half hours with Like struggling fruitlessly to expel the big ball. And then the ball got small enough that it didn’t expel all the way, but instead got lodged right in the middle of Luke’s second ring. Seeing this has a sign from the universe, the General then proceeded to very determinedly stretch that second ring. It only took a few pumps for the toy to start to really stretch the boys deep ring. Luke huffed and puffed on his poppers and did pretty well at first. But as intended, he soon began to suffer. He had his chest pressed flat against the floor, his ass reared up, and he would grown and moan as he tried to take the pain. Luke begged, “Please, sir, give me a minute to get used to it, please sir.” So the General complied. Giving Luke exactly one minute and Luke would groan and then the Tina would kick in and he would indeed relax. Then the second the minute ended, the General would give two big quick pumps and start again. The General did this over and over until the toy was just about the size of the annihilator’s head—he’d slipped his hand inside the boys hole and felt the thing— and then he stopped. Luke was groaning continuously and shaking like a leaf, so great was the shock of the stretch. The General stroked his big cock and watched one of his favorite sights in the world, an already-destroyed twink being pushed to their limits, as Luke’s face cycled through feelings of pain, then shock as some part of him registered the giant ball, then lust as the Tina made him crave it more, then shame that he could continue to desire his own destruction. The General then prepared Luke’s first speedball as he combined a several big scoops of the crushed opium and a big pile of Tina. He then walked his box of opium over to his bag and dropped it in. He knew to only give a boy a dose once, because the opium stayed in his system longer, so it couldn’t be microdosed or given multiple times in a way that would work. He then divided the two doses up, and then mixed quite a bit more Tina with one pile. He scooped up the first, more balanced opium-Tina pile, slid it in his palm and closed his fist around it. “I am about to fuck you up, boy,” the General said, as he slid his balled fist into the boys second chamber. He opened his hand and began pressuring the combined drug mixture against the boys cunt walls. Delivery into the bloodstream through the thin flesh was quick, and burning, and Luke whimpered. Then he felt the strange high of the combination and his hole loosened and so the General stretched his inner hole steadily. By the time the boy was rigid again—the relaxant could only do so much—the toy was approaching the 13 inch’s around of the anihilators shaft. The boy was gone, riding imaginary clouds of bliss from the opium while the Tina kept a steady beat, demanding that his hole be used. The General kept him here for a couple of minutes then quickly deflated the toy and pulled it out. He got Luke up on his hands and knees, ass raised, and whispered, “Punishment time.” Luke nodded, gone to the world. The General stood to the side and lashed a perfect single strait welt across the middle of Luke’s ass. Luke cried out, “Fuuuuuck,” and his body levitated up and then down and he collapsed. The General reached down and grabbed Luke by the hair and put him in position on his hands and knees, back arched to present his ass and head up to increase the line of his back. “Now that I’ve got your attention, this is your position. You will get out of position because this single-tail hurts like a motherfucker but you will try to stay in position. If you collapse again or don’t immediately return to position, that’s an extra lash. I am pleased you’ve already earned one extra lash.” Luke kept his position but groaned. And so Luke got three more stripes on his ass, then two to form an ‘x’ on his back. Each time he shouted or keened, but then the drugs would kick in and he’d moan and get himself ready for more. When the General stood at each of Luke’s sides, and delivered a lash from the right and then another from the left that started in the middle of his back and then reached around and struck his abdomen, Luke screamed and cried, almost completely loosing it before regaining control. After delivering two final, full arm strength burning welts to Luke’s ass the General tossed aside his whip. He quickly dumped the rest of the snow ball—this one with twice the meth of the first dose—into a lube tube and filled it with fresh chempiss and fisting powder. The General pushed Luke’s head down, “Chest flat to ground, ass up and cheeks open, make your back a straight line.” Luke complied, holding his asscheeks wide. His hole was like a living thing, winking and flexing. “Hungry boywhore,” the General said, sliding the tube into the boy. He kept sliding and Luke was so high he didn’t even notice how deep it was. Once the hose was buried, the General quickly dumped the entire huge load of Tina and opium in the boys ass. The burn was the most intense Luke had felt, and he started yelling. The General slid the tube out, balled up his fist and gently slipped it inside the boy. Then in a show of raw animal strength he grabbed Luke by the throat and in one motion picked the boy up by the fist speared in his ass and by his throat. He held the boy up by his throat and spun him to face him. The boy was scrambling, trying to hold on and he grabbed the General’s huge shoulders. Overwhelmed by sensations, Luke’s eyes were wide, as he slid down until the big fist was at his second door. The General reached forward and wrapped his big hand around the boy’s much smaller throat and he squeezed, cutting of Luke’s air supply. Luke panicked and his arms went to his throat, his eyes begging the General, and as he did so the new dose of opium and Tina kicked fully in and his second hole opened and the big fist went into the hole in little fits and starts. When the fist was lodged fully into that second ring, stretching at the widest part across the huge knuckles, the General released his death grip, and grabbed Luke by the top of his hair and held him in place. Luke was swimming in sensations, lust and euphoria from what was essentially a Tina slam deep in his guts, relaxation and yet more euphoria from the opium, and all of these were overriding any pain message he body should have been sending. Luke was aware of the stretch, but his body only told him that he needed more. The General walked him the few steps over and gently put him into the sling, fist still lodged at its widest point in the second hole. The whole process of huge drug dose to massive penetration took mere seconds, but in those seconds the General altered the sexual wiring of little Luke. Luke looked at him with total adoration, fueled yes by the drugs, but also for the way the General represented the apex of the masochistic desires the men had been bringing out over several days. The General handed the boy poppers and began to fist. He worked slowly and methodically, leaving his big balled fist in the middle of the boys second hole, as he slowly and gently began twisting and turning the boys inner ring. He wanted to make sure Luke could stilll register pain so he slowly expanded the shape of his hand. Luke grunted, “Fucking big fist.” Good the General thought, the dosage was perfect. Enough to allow the General to do outrageous things to the boys hole but not sure much that he couldn’t see feedback from the boy and prevent permanent damage. The General was gentle, and first he worked the boys hole from the first ring to the second ring. After about half an hour, the boy was loose enough that he could begin punching fucking the boy gently. He slowly sped up as the hole loosened, churning the boys guts by twisting and turning as he went in and out, until after about another 1/2 hour he was delivering five short brutal closed fist punches followed by four slightly deeper ones knocking on the boys second ring. Luke was enthusiastic about it all, emitting a kind of sing song keening moan of pleasure. The General was careful to only occasionally allow his fist to tease the boys second hole. Soon, though, the fire the General had banked deep inside the boy began to blaze and Luke became dissatisfied with the relatively shallow fisting and began to beg, “Deeper, please master, fist me deeper,” desperation growing in his voice as the General ignored him. Finally, when Luke’s second hole began to push back and Luke kept trying to capture the big fist, the General smoothly pushed his balled fist inside the boys second ring. Luke sighed and groaned, despite his desires it was still a big stretch. The General then set up to systematically destroy the boy’s inner ring just as he had his first hole.

Yeh been filmed a few times, a real turn on.

fill me up

I had another good session at the sauna yesterday, with a good number of fucks and loads. A few times I stood in the watersports bit (a small former shower cubicle) to have a piss, rather than using the loo, hoping someone would walk past and join in. No such luck. No way did I expect my luck would change, in a very big way. I've had speculum fun in the past (I want to get back into it), where a guy opened me up and pissed into me, as well as some general piss fun, but never any piss fucking. My last fuck of the day was a guy who had used me a couple of times earlier. I was pretty much ready to leave, when I spotted him again. I made it clear I wanted another fuck and load for the road. A few minutes later, after playing with my hole a bit, in went his lovely big cock. After a while of fucking he said "there you go", but he stayed in me. I figured he was just making sure I had every last drop of his cum. Thinking back I did feel a bit of pressure inside (thinking it was his cock), then he told me to clench (which I did), as he pulled out. It was then he had pissed up inside me, which made my rock hard. I walked around the sauna a little bit, but then realised the mixture of piss and cum was running down me leg. I'd never been piss fucked before and, maybe because of that fact, it was a huge turn on!

Any BWC tops in the DMV need to update a pic or two on their BBRT, Scruff, or Grindr album? 😈

First time was at a bathhouse. Black guy in his 20s came into my room and fucked me for a while. He had me turn on my stomach and fucked me good. At one point he had his entire body lying on top of me so I was sandwiched between him and the mattress. He stopped fucking and laid there...naive me thought he was just taking a rest. And then I felt the solid stream going deep inside of me. I was startled and tried to move away but there was not place to go. I started feeling very dizzy. I shouted for him to stop but he didn't. His mouth was right next to my ear and he calmly and quietly told me to stop. He told me he did not want him having to piss to stop our fun. I begged him to stop but he just laid there moaning to the rhythm of his piss streams shooting inside. After what seemed like forever, the stream stopped and just laid on top of me. Then he started fucking me slowly and I could feel his piss sloshing inside of me. He picked up speed and grunted loudly when he came..Once he came down from the high of cumming, he relaxed and laid on top of me for awhile. And then I heard it...him lightly snoring. I tried to get his attention..."Hey buddy" I said multiple times, increasing the volume each time...but he was sound asleep and it was no use. I tried to move from underneath and he was too heavy and I was stuck. After what seemed like a forever, he started to wake up and move. "FINALLY!!!"...but the movement was him starting to move his very long and semi-hard cock, that kept me totally plugged during his nap, in and out for another fuck and second load of cum.

This is not written by me, but it was archived by me. It was posted in one of the pozzing Yahoo! groups that I, VICARIOUSLY , slutted my way through the 90's and then some before finally taking that leap in 2005. I believe this and the following three chapters is the complete story as it was written. Well done to the author wherever you are, I'm sorry I didn't think to get your name. ---------------- PRETTYBOY You have an aching need, I know because I have it too. A need to push your experience to the extreme, through total corruption, perversion, blasphemy, addiction, and compulsion. To be filled completely by your lusts and give your body to evil and sadistic desires . . . The Demon will consume you completely, leaving only a trace behind. I know . . . because it’s happened to me. I was the greenest most innocent person you could imagine but then I got raped and from there my life began to fracture and be ripped apart. It really fucked me up because it made me associate dominance and violence with sex and so I began associating with men who somehow subconsciously fulfilled this hidden desire. Then I noticed those XXX arcades and clubs littering the streets. Wastelands of sexual desire where anything and everything could occur. Of course I was scared shitless when I first entered them. it was overwhelming seeing all those men loiter the corridors with their thick slimy cocks hanging out. But I was strangely drawn to them even though I would never admit that to myself or anyone else at the time. I was better than them wasn’t I? And so initially I would resist all attempts to entice me into a scene. Some guys didn’t take no for an answer though and kept coming back; each time wearing down my resistance just a little and so over time I began to fondle their cocks as they stuck them in front of my face and play with their cocks when they slid them through the glory holes in the cubicles. I was enticed and from there I knew that I was slowly losing my grip and succumbing. But still I fought. Because I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn’t remain in control. What would happen to me? and would I change? I didn’t want that. But still the men were persistent and kept telling me to eat their asses and bend over for their raw cocks. I would look at them leering at me and slowly licking their lips and rubbing their lumpy cocks. Why wouldn’t they just leave me alone? Didn’t they know I wasn’t interested? Or did they know something that I didn’t at the time and that it would only be a matter of time before they would have me? a boy could go crazy thinking about all these things. I remember being drawn to several men in particular during my time out at the arcades and clubs. All of them were older than me by a good thirty years and all were sleazy. I guess I was fascinated by their overt blatant sexuality and that they seemed to do whatever they wanted. It shocked me to see them fuck ass raw and take loads though. Didn’t they understand the risks? What about HIV? At the time I figured that if they were doing it then surely they must be poz or didn’t care and so I avoided them where possible but several men in particular didn’t take no for an answer and kept following me wherever I went; one man who saw me out at the clubs and arcades kept sliding his huge thick cock though the glory holes and stroking it in front of my face. He kept calling me “prettyboy” and told me to suck him. I looked at him with more than a little disgust but I couldn’t help getting hard and to my embarrassment he would notice this and tell me in a condescending manner that he could wait and that I would be his, whether I wanted it or not? When I heard those words it really did a mind-fuck trip on me. how could he KNOW that? And how arrogant to assume that I would do that. He didn’t know me and to just assume that was the height of arrogance I thought. I would prove him wrong. Oh yeah I would. He didn’t own me. how wrong I was . . .

From a top's perspective, I prefer to lick it and stick it since I don't fuck anything I haven't eaten first. But not all bottoms are OK with that, and I accept that. (But I've also found that more bottoms are OK with it than admit to it.) My second choice would be cum (preferably other men's, but my frozen cum thawed works quite nicely). My third choicce would be a silicone-based lube as there is at least a chance that I'll eat out the hole after breeding it. If any other (blank)-based lube is used, especially if it's flavored 🤮, I won't be eating that hole out again during that session...

Once home I crawled into bed, I was horny and had to jack off. I shot a huge load picturing what the two guys looked like who fucked me tonight as I hard Wes talk me through it. I dozed off with cum on my stomach. I had a fleeting moment as I dozed of wondering why Jeff had not responded. I received a text from John wishing me good night sweetheart. I text him back, goodnight! I woke up early to head to urgent care, I checked in. Had Jeff’s emergency credit card and handed it to the attendant at check in. She ran it for a $400.00 authorization, and it was declined. She told me that I would need to go to Good Samaritan Hospital across town, if I indeed was not waking and had no funds, they would provide serviced free of charge. Fuck, I thought. I do not have time, should I cancel John or do it after? I decided to meet John and go after. I had already showered and cleaned out before heading there, killed an hour in the waiting area so I just headed over to John's place. He greeted me at the door and off we went. He had a full day planned for me, brunch, a walk in the park, we toured the museum and then back to his place. It was amazing, I had forgotten that I needed to get across town to Good Samaritan. Soon it was dinner and he made use a great spread and then wine and soon we were on the sofa making out and he was telling me how much fun he had to today and how much he liked me. I was totally focused on John, and I wanted to give it a shot. He would make an amazing boyfriend. He was getting more and more passionate. I looked and it was 9 PM. I said, I should go, he shook his head no and grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, He stripped me and then he took off his clothes so I could admire his hot body and beautiful thick dick. Wow, I got down on my knees and sucked his big dick. It only grew. It was beer can thick. He pulled me up and put me on the bed and got on next to me. We made out and he touched me all over and found his way to my hole. I spread my legs so he could play with my hole. He grabbed some lube and applied some to my hole. Then he slid a finger and then two inside me, all I could do is moan. I went to touch my dick; he used his other hand to move my hand away. He slid a third finger inside me. He worked my hole as I moaned and his kissed my body and sucked on my nipples. He was making me so horny. He kissed me again and slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He lubed up his huge cock and turned me on my side, lifted my right leg as he rubbed his big cock on my hole. He lined up his dick on my pucker, pressed and he slowly went inside me. There was a moment that I could have sworn that he was Random Top number 2. His dick filled me up so much, I couldn’t risk asking him, I convinced myself that it was just the angle, the guy inside me was neg, I was sure of it. We could make a life together. He fucked me for twenty minutes just like this and he started breathing heavy and shot his load inside me. He just kept fucking me. When he did take a break, he had his fingers inside me. He whispered; I cannot stop being inside you. Ever since you walked into the Coffee shop this is all I could think about, you and your beautiful ass and hole. Turns out he loved to fuck. He fucked me most of the night. In the morning he had my legs up over my shoulders and he pounded my and shot his fifth load inside me. It was 6AM, he led me to the shower and cleaned me up. He kissed me while we were drying off and asked me to keep him inside me. I want to know I am still inside you all day. I smiled and kissed him hard and said I will! He gave me some toast with peanut butter and fruit and said he had to rush off and open the coffee shop. I tried to grab an uber to the hospital, but that card was also not working. Fuck, seriously. Why would Jeff not tell me we were in trouble. It had been a long time since I rode the bus, but I scrounged together enough money to head to Good Samaritan and I was in the waiting area with John’s cum inside me. I filled out all the forms and they invited me back, I lied and said a guy lied to me about his status and I now know he is poz. I need PeP. The doctor gave me a physical exam, he so you are a bottom I can tell for you hole. You are very active also, looks like you have cum inside you. We should do some test here, and if all comes back okay, we will get you on Prep. You will leave here with PEP today. I spent the next few hours in a room, in a gown. The doctor came back in and said the room I have been waiting for is available. He took me in and had me bend over a table where he spread my hole. He lubed up his finger and put it inside me. It should not have made me hard, but it did. He then lubed up two. Worked my hole, then three and finally four. Just as I expected, you have a very flexible hole. I need to feel deeper to see if you have any cuts or abrasions. Cody are doing okay. I had been moaning and I said yes. He pulled out and got a different pair of gloves they went up his wrist more. He lubed it completely and then worked two, then three and finally four fingers inside me. He said, I feel something. This may be uncomfortable, but I need to see what is happened inside you. Seems like you have taken some really big dicks and possibly fist, and you may have a tear. I was concerned, he slid his thumb next to my hole and twisted back and forth till it went inside, and he pushed as I moaned and grunted. Till he was inside me. He left it inside me and moved his hand around till I shot my load. Then he slowly worked his hand out of me, took off the glove and told me he would need to check it out a few times but for now, it seems fine. He cleaned up my hole and told me I could get dressed and wait in the waiting area and a nurse would bring his prescription and instructions. I went out to the lobby, a female nurse came out and said Doctor Ryan, wanted me to give you, your discharge instructions and this prescription. I see you are indigent and receiving free services. The social worker will contact you about PEP and getting you PReP if your test results come back neg. Doctor Ryan would like you to follow up as his clinic closer to where you live. He would like to see you on Friday. He said, he has some concerns and need to follow up every three days or so. Wow, thanks. I left, I walked back to the bus station and caught then next bus and an hour and a half later I was back near the apartment. I walked in and most of the furniture was gone. There was a note from Jeff, I never want to hear from you again. I have cut off all the credit cards and cancelled your atm card. Enjoy your new life slutting around. There is an envelope on the table with $2,500 in it. That is your parting gift from me, you have 27 days to leave the apartment and find your own place. Maybe one of the tops you have been sleeping with will take you in. You lost a good thing you tragic whore. I looked around, there was a blow-up mattress, an alarm clock, a chair and a coffee table. He left paper plates, cups and plastic silverware. I sat in the chair. I could not believe what the fuck is happening. I felt a tear run down my face and then I started balling.

I get about 1 STI a year, occasionally twice, but that's rare. Given that I have between 600 and 900 sex partners in a normal year, at 2 infections out of 600 partners that's still a three tenths of 1 percent (0.0033) of all partners so I am still doing very well. I regard them as a hazard of the sport and get tested frequently, take PrEP and usually take a dose of doxycycline (works on everything but gonorrhea) and gargle frequently with Listerene throughout the group sex play.

Seth told Ty that Justin would need to wait for another time. "This straight guy needs to be used, you still have access to that warehouse?" Ty said "yes" and pulled out of Justin, shoved a butt plug in him (a large one) from his bag. He untied Justin and moved him on the bed so he could sleep; grabbed a Xanax and a straw leaving Justin there with his hands tied above his head but not fasted to the bedpost. "Let me text my buddy and make sure the combo code hasn't changed," said Ty while texting his bud. Seth unfastened Rick's legs and told him to sit up. Rick did as he tried to say something but the ball gag was still in. Seth told him "Stand up," then put a robe on him - Justin's bathrobe, grabbed some flip flops from Justin's closet to walk him downstairs and put him in his van. Seth had a work van already rigged for fastening packages and cases of goods in place. He put Rick in fastening his feet to the floor and his hands to the wall of the van. Rick (ball gag still in-place) tried to get his attention but Seth just put a hood on Rick and told him to settle down. Then he locked the van and headed back up to get Ty. When Seth walked-in he saw Ty placing his last post on BBRT, Adam, Grindr and Doublelist. He placed the same ad on each and sent out a group text to some hung tops who had fucked the last guy they took to the warehouse. The posted ad read: Straight bottom needs lots of cock and cum tonight, he just lost his cherry and needs more cum. Married with kids this guy is one horny fuck and just wants your big dick and cum. 30 yrs old, 5'10 160 hot bubble ass and a tight pussy. Come drop a load in him in the warehouse district. Ty immediately started getting request and text back. but waited to answer until they got to the van. When they entered Rick was trying to get free, Seth did not say a word but grabbed his taser shot it at Rick. His body jolted and shook and then he fell as far to the floor of the van. He turned and got back in the driver's seat and pulled off while Ty gave out the address of the warehouse in the group text and started lining up tops. By the time they got to the warehouse there were more then 50 responses. From those Ty invited 30 and gave them the address and then Ty opened the warehouse and got the fuck bench ready they used last time and Seth grabbed Rick after unfastening him and carried him in and placed him on the fuck bench not too gently and Rick woke up as his legs were being tied in place and then his hands were unfastened and tied to the bench also. His hood was pulled off and a blindfold was placed on him and Seth said get him ready bud. Ty grabbed a point and a band and tied off Rick's arm and gave him a large a point and then removed the band and Rick's head came up for the hanging position and Ty removed the ball gag. Rick said nothing much but "holy fuck, shit, wow." Ty got a drink ready and fed Rick the straw and he was told to drink and Rick did and soon Rick was flying. Seth pulled out the butt plug and pressed his thick cock against Rick's ass and slide in and began to fuck him while Rick moaned and spoke mumbled nonsense. Ty told Seth the first guys just parked and Seth started to pick up the pace and pound the slut's hole as a 50 year old 6'4 200 pound muscled guy and 35 year old ginger 6'1 and 180 walked in and the 50 year old walked over to Rick and unbuckled his pants and pulled out a 9" uncut thick dick and lifted Rick's head and spread his mouth and stuck it into Rick as he started to suck and lick all over the thick head. Rick started to make slurping sounds and while Red held his head he unfastened his button fly and out popped a 10 inch long medium thickness dick with a large PA. Seth started to breath heavy and soon unloaded another toxic load deep into Rick. Red came around and got down to view the used hole and pulled Rick's ass checks apart; holding them there with a slight gape as Red lined up his PA and pressed his dick against the used hole and in it went as he drove his dick deep in Rick. He long-dicked Rick who started to show signs that it hurt. The old guy was rock hard now and he started to slowly press into Rick's throat while Red tore up Rick's insides with his big knob on the PA. He got up on the bench by putting his feet on the steps on either side and started hammering Rick and then he growled and flung his head back and said "fucking whore there is your first load from me!" Red got down and pulled his dick back still rock hard and eased the PA out and then grabbed a rag he had brought and cleaned up the cum and a light smearing of blood off his dick. He then went over and took the 50 year old's place and made Rick clean off his dick. Two more guys entered; a Puerto Rican dude and white eastern European looking guy. It was clear they had not come together.The Rican got to Rick first and pulled-out his fat beer can 7 inch dick and fed it to the boy. The white guy stood there and rubbed his dick while he watch the older guy fuck Rick hard. Five minutes later he shot his load deep. Ty came over with the marker, he had been looking for it and he put a plus sign on one hip in the center above Rick's ass check and a minus sign on the other. Then he marked five '+ marks' on Rick's ass cheek for the five poz loads he had already taken. The Rican guy - all of 27, neg(-), 5'10, 160 pulled out of Rick's mouth and went around to his ass and pressed his fat dick in Rick and fucked him hard for ten minutes while the Eastern European guy pulled-out his fat uncut dick (it had to be 8 inches) and let Rick suck on his head. Red and the 50 year old had left but told Ty they would be back with two more buds who needed to dump their loads. Ty said "make sure you guys are back for the DP round" as he pointed to a mattress all set up and ready to go. Rick took 35 loads in all, 27 poz most toxic and the rest neg. He wore the slashes to prove it. When it was all done, his hole was wrecked and puffy. The guys grabbed him and tossed him in the van, tied him up again with a hood on, took him to an alley two miles from the warehouse and pulled him out of the van. It was dark again and they grabbed his phone and ordered an Uber back to Justin's place so Rick could grab his car. They tossed his clothes on the ground with his shoes. "Dude your uber will be in ten minutes, get your ass dressed and go the fuck home." Ty then said "I'm gonna take off your hood. Stay facing forward until we've driven off. Got it?" Rick agreed and two minutes later the guys were gone and Rick was getting dressed and his ass was leaking cum all over. When the Uber driver dropped him off Rick was too messed up to go home so he ended up in Justin's bed holding him and feeling his ass and playing with the butt plug. He ended up fisting Justin and came in Justin twice before he finally fell asleep for a few hours.

Sorry for the delay in keeping this storyline going... There's probably one or two chapters left to wrap this up... Chapter V. My boy and I had an evening full of taking cock and cum. I was glad to know that we were still within the safe zone of PrEP-protection, even though I hadn’t taken a pill in two or three days, and we had just a few left between us. The crazy thing is that taking raw, possibly POZ cock together somehow brought us closer than we’d been in a long time. It was like we were both ready to embrace a pigginess together that we used to share only with casual hook-ups. We were past the point of being judgey with one another, and knew it turn the other on to see us sharing our holes with other guys. I lost count of how many cocks and loads were up our asses that night. When we collapsed into our own bed, the sun was just starting to rise, we fell asleep sticky, leaking seed, me still stuffed with the pig hole plug, and wrapped around each other. We woke up around noon to the sound of someone whistling in the kitchen downstairs. I reached around looking for a pair of briefs, and gave up. My boy laughed at me saying that whoever was in our kitchen had probably already fucked us both, so there was no need to cover up. Mack was standing at our, well his, stove frying eggs and bacon. He was naked except for an apron, temporarily hiding that massive cock. He told us that he was hoping to surprise us with breakfast in bed, and that he’d hope he’d let him fuck us both after eating something. We smiled, and I noted that the mound of his hefty cock was growing under his apron. We sat down at the table to eat, and Mack told us that he was so glad we were there. He told us that he had met Will a few summers ago, right after he had converted. In those days, there was no way to be undetectable, so he was probably the guy who POZZED Will, who probably POZZED HUNG DAD, who probably POZZED Jimmy. Between the three of them, they had started a little epidemic in this small town. More than a few out gay farmers and ranchers had converted, and so had a few straight ones who were taking POZ dick on the side… Mack told us to take all the dick and all the loads we wanted, but only if we knew that there was a good chance we’d convert too. I suspected that he, like Will, had gone through the medicine cabinet and seen our nearly empty bottle of little blue pills. This whole time, my boy’s mouth hung open. I think he was actually starting to drool. Mack collected the dishes, his cock now standing at attention under the apron. My boy crawled across the kitchen floor and put his head under the apron, swallowing Mack’s huge cock to the root. Watching my boy’s head bob back and forth under that apron made me as hard as I’ve ever been. Mack pulled the apron off and my boy kept gagging on his dick. I had to join him, and we kissed as we slobbered all over Mack’s cock. I pulled off and ate my boy’s ass out, getting it nice, open, and wet for Mack’s raw attack that was about to come. I worked a few fingers in and was rewarded with globs of last night’s seed. Mack pulled out of my boy’s mouth and slid into that wet ass as gently as his thick cock would allow. My boy grunted and pushed back on it, his face on the cool tiles, his ass upturned. I stood, jerking off to the hot scene, as Mack wrapped a thin arm around me and leaned forward to kiss me. Mack pushed me towards my boy’s mouth and suggested I let him eat my hole for a bit, and maybe he’d fuck me too. So, like good boys, we followed his directions and my boy got my ass prepared for raw fucking too. Mack pummeled my boy for a bit longer and then slammed into my boy’s ass, holding still, most likely seeding him. Mack pulled his dripping cock out and then slid into me, bending over the kitchen counter. He fucked me gently for a few minutes before getting more and more winded, finally unloading and breeding me deeply. He stayed with his arms wrapped around me until his softening dick slid right out, followed by a stream of cum, his fresh seed churned up with last night’s. My boy lapped up the puddle forming under me off of the tile floor. We took a few minutes to recover and had a cup of coffee together. Without showering, Mack suggested that he and I go to the hardware store to pick up a few things for the house. ‘You’re good and lubed up for whatever trouble we can find at the shop…’ Mack winked at my boy and told him, ‘You can probably entertain yourself until we get back… Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to entertain your boy…’ Mack pulled his cutoffs and a grimy tank on. I imagine they once fit snugly, but now they hung loosely from his boney shoulders and hips. His big dick looked delicious as it snaked down his left leg, just barely poking out of the bottom, still shiny with cum and ass juice. I ran upstairs and grabbed some shorts, pulling them on as I raced back down the stairs. My boy was already gone, I assumed to Will’s house for some more dick. We hopped in Mack’s truck and drove to the hardware store. When we got there, Mack led me inside. I could swear he was cruising, or showing me off to the contractors and do-it-yourselfers walking through the aisles. When Mack ran into a buddy, he’d elbow me, whispering, ‘I converted him like ten years ago…’ or ‘Tagged that guy a few times over the past few summers. Took Will to convert him though…’ I had no idea that so many men in the area were POZ. Most of them nodded or smiled, some gave Mack a gentle hug. We came across and handsome guy in his late 20s. Mack whispered, ‘Fresh meat. Follow my lead…’ He introduced himself and me to the guy, Steve. We shook hands. Turns out that Steve had just moved out of the city with his wife and new kid. Mack asked if he missed the action of the city. Steve smiled and said sure. Mack reached down and pulled his shorts up a bit so his cock was poking out even further. Steve gasped, and stared, unable to pull away. Mack leaned in, ‘I know where you can get some action right now. Follow me.’ It was definitely an order, and Mack just started walking to the back of the store. He was so confident that Steve would abandon his cart and just follow that he didn’t even turn around to check. Naturally, Steve and I followed. Mack led us to the back of the store and into an unmarked door. It was a broom closet with a wooden partition in it. I snickered when I saw that the partition had a gloryhole cut in just the right spot. Mack walked to the far side of the room, dropped his shorts, and stuck his cock through the hole. Steve was mesmerized, and dropped to his knees, licking around Mack’s head and shaft. He fished his own hardening cock out of his chinos and I lowered my shorts. I rubbed Steve’s shoulders and pulled off his polo. I stood him up with his ass up as he started to deepthroat Mack’s cock, now shiny and slick with spit. I knelt behind Steve and dove into his ass, lapping his hairy hole. It was furry but clean as a whistle. I slobbered all over it, opening him up with my fingers. I slapped my dick on his crack, and he thrust his ass up, arching his back, like a well-trained bottom slut. I was now leaking precum and slid into his raw hole. There’s nothing better than sliding into a stranger’s bare ass. Steve grabbed the partition and let Mack skull fuck his eager mouth. I pistoned into him and he winced as I slid in with more hammering force. I took a swipe at my own ass, leaking Mack’s morning seed, and smeared it onto my cock without pulling all the way back. I drove into him, savoring the squelching sound now coming out of his ass with each thrust. I was about to lose my load, and leaned forward to hiss in Steve’s ear, ‘You want my load?’ He nodded yes and grunted approval without pulling off of Mack’s cock. I rammed my hips forward shooting my cum into his ass. I figured I gave him the option, so it was fine, no guilt on m part. Steve slid forward, turned around, and shoved his cummy hole up to the gloryhole. I knew Mack had entered him my the silent contortions on Steve’s face. He leaned forward, ass still squarely on the hole, and grasped his knees. I fed him my cock to clean and he licked my tenderly as Mack plowed away. Steve’s grunts gradually became more and more of a whimer. I knew we’d worn out his hole and Mack rewarded his energy by firing off a big POZ load into his ass. Steve pulled off like a pro and cleaned Mack’s cock off too. Steve grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me for my number. I typed it in, and he sent me a text. My phone buzzed twice actually, as Mack was putting his own number into Steve’s phone, I read a text from my boy. ‘WILL AND HUNG DAD ARE PLANNING SOME ANON FUN FOR MY HOLE TODAY. CUM JOIN. WILL’S PLACE. WALK IN, DUMP A LOAD, AND LEAVE. DON’T TELL ME WHEN IT’S YOU. XX I read it aloud to Steve and Mack and they smiled. I had a feeling we’d see Steve again later that day. Mack must have loved knowing that he was the founder of a line of sluts in this small town. We chatted as we finished grabbing supplies and drove back to the house. He told me he was going to miss it all, and that this would likely be his last summer… I realized he didn’t mean at the country house; He meant ever… I let that sink in in silence as we approached the house. We carried the bags into the kitchen, and I gave him a big bear hug. ‘No time to get emotional. Your boy needs his hole filled…’ We headed over to Will’s to see what trouble had found my boy. To be continued…

Part II I followed him fifty feet behind. I was saying to myself how I could consider such an old ugly troll as a sex partner. But I was all to horny to think Clear and my Dick wanted to have sex With the ugly old man like crazy. Yes I wanted it bad, even if it was dificult to acept it to myself. I was all the time rock hard. I followed him five Blocks and in all this time he dident look back at me to se if i was following him. That make me insecure and a bitt small. I even wanted him more. He stoped in front of an old building, smilled at me and open the door. I followed him and come in, He clouse the door and He gave me a botle of poppers and told me to sniff it, i did as he told me and when the russ come he French me like no tomorrow. It was like he has in his mouth all the saliva in the world. My mouth got totally full With his spit ad his tongue darted inside my mouth. After some minutes he separete his mouth from mine and told me that he knew that he make me horny. He then told me that when i live his apartment his DNA will be With me forever, he was determinated to make me AIDS pregnant and he knew i wated it bad. I wanted to kiss him more but he hold my hand and tuck me to his filthy Apartment. He gave me a beer and he got all naked showing a very thing and sick body but With the largest black Dick i ever seen. We make out on the sofa for long time. He told me how incedible hot i was and how much i deserved to get pregnant by him. He asked me if i wanted to be one With him, get totally United by the sex, become one persone not two. I nodded and followed him to his bed. He lay Down on his back and told me to ride him. I asked please to wear a comdom but he told me that i really dident want that. -Fuck yourselv With my old balck Dick, put it in Your hot bubble white butt. -Ohh fuckk its feel amazing. -Yes, u like the feeling of my old Dick bare, dont u? -Ohh fuck yessss is amazing -Put it all in, fuck yourself, fuck yourself til you get pregnat by me. -Oh fuckkk fuckkk is amazing. -We are one, we are totally United, look at my eyes wille u fuck yourself, yes thats it baby. -Oh fcukk ohh fuck i gonna cum, -Yes my AIDS babies are ll in Your hot body. Its not way back baby. U got m all inside U. I will live in U for ever. At that moment i feel it, he was cuming inside me. i press my ass to his Dick and Our eyes loked at that very moment. I come like crazy With out touching myself, We stay United a wille kissing and making out til we was ready for round two. My feelings were so mixed up. But it feel so right to have him inside me, even if he was so discoting the sex was the best i ever had. To be continued

I had chatted with a guy close by on NKP who was upfront he was POZ. My profile heading was entitled: Knock me up! so he knew I was chasing. Chasing was mostly a fantasy for me, but I had worked myself up with this guy and I was so horny I invited him over. When he came over he asked to shower. He was beautiful: furry, bearded and stocky and when he came out of the shower he was hard. I figured I was safe as long as I used a lot of lube and I had the right to ask him to pull out before he came. He agreed that if asked, he would pull-out before he blew his load. With that, I lay on the edge of the bed and had him throat fuck me till he was good and sloppy. He grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach and started to rim my ass. I asked him to use a lot of lube and he said he wanted to try just spit and the slop from my throat. I got him pretty gooey and I was already starting to open up from his tongue up my ass. I agreed. The guy spat and pulled a long loogey from his mouth and pushed it into my cunt. I thought he was gonna stick another finger up me but he fucking pushed himself all the way into me....balls deep. Fuck it hurt! But then I relaxed and it felt amazing. He pulled out after about ten minutes and flipped me over and started kissing me forcing his tongue down my throat. He had the longest tongue. He whispered in my ear. "No more fucking around man. It's time you got knocked up. I'm gonna cum in you in about 30 seconds. You still good?" I freaked. Last chance. "No. Pull out. Cum in my mouth cum on my face. Just don't cum in me". He pulled out and smiled. He kissed me one more time and silently dressed. I thought I'd pissed him off and I kinda felt bad. Then he turned to me and said something that still haunts my dreams and thoughts. Smiling, he said "That was amazing! Thank you for inviting me over, man. That was the best orgasm I've had since I converted. I came in you so hard before I flipped you over. You're gonna be leaking cum for a week. If you're serious you should go get some Prep, but I think I tore you up pretty good when I first pushed in. I broke you in good."