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@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

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Revenge is sweet... and can be fun if you plan it right. I discovered my boyfriend of 2 years was recently cheating on me. How did I discover it? I was randomly looking at the craigslist ads in my area, and I found a picture of his ass in an ad looking for anonymous, walk-in sex! The fucker was getting barebacked, and then turning around and fucking ME-- all without telling me! He was putting me at risk and didn't even have the decency to dump me first. And I didn't even know the fucker liked to bottom! Well, I quickly created a new email account and started a correspondence with him. We started talking about what he was looking for-- he wanted to be blindfolded and have a guy walk in and fuck him. An idea started forming so I asked him, "What about two guys? My partner and I would love to do that and could really get into that scene-- taking turns on your hole." He practically begged for 'us' to cum over. I said the earliest we could get there would be at 7 pm. I told him I'd have to talk to my partner first, but that I was sure I could talk him into it. My partner, in this case, would hopefully be this buddy of mine. A POZ buddy with a big ol' cock. We'd been friends for years, and he fucked me once, a LONG time ago (with a condom). Hurt like hell and tore me up good. I was hoping I could get him in on the fucking-over of my (soon to be ex) boyfriend. I called Tony (my buddy) and let him know the score. I knew Tony was a whore and would probably help me out. To my satisfaction Tony said he was up for a little 'revenge fucking', that he had no qualms fucking in front of me, and that the walk-in aspect of the proposed scene was perfectly fine. So, I emailed the bf back and told him my 'partner' was game. "So, how do you like to get fucked?" I asked him. "On my back or doggy style," he said. "No-- I mean, do you take it bare?" "Oh, um. I sorta have a boyfriend and I really need to be careful, so you guys should wear condoms. I have some and will have them available." "My partner and I only like to fuck bareback" I told him, continuing by saying "He's got a huge cock and condoms just don't fit him right and he can't stay hard." "Are you neg?" He asked. "Yup" I told him. Of course technically I was --- unless he had given me something I didn't know about. "Well, then I suppose you can fuck me bare. I'll give you the address and leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in to the bedroom. I'll be blindfolded on the bed." So I called Tony and told him we were a go... and for a bareback fuck-fest. I also told him I wanted to fuck and breed him first (something he'd never let me do in the entire relationship) and then I wanted him to be rough as hell and tear him up good. I also called my bf and asked him casually if he was free that evening to go grab some dinner after I got done with the gym. It was fun and a bit disgusting to hear him squirm on the phone to come up with an excuse why he couldn't meet me. Yeah right he had to go back in to work! Tony and I arrived at 7:00 and found the door unlocked. I told Tony that if any talking was to be done, he was to do it, for obvious reasons, but that he could be nasty. I would, of necessity, stay silent. In addition I didn't want any poz talk because I wanted to stealth my cheating bf. True to his word, he was laying on the bed, stark naked, wearing a black leather blindfold. I had no idea he even owned had a leather blindfold-- or where he kept it. The things you learn. Well, Tony and I stripped in silence and I let Tony go for my bf's cock. I decided to make the bf suck my dick, which I'd left a bit ripe from a day in my underwear. He gagged a bit at first, but soon really got into gobbling me while Tony worked him. Then Tony started eating the bf's hole which drove him wild! He was bucking and writhing and begging for cock. I flipped 69 to suck the bf's cock (for the last time) while I kept my cock firmly in his mouth. Tony broke the silence. "My partner is gonna use his nice 7 incher to open you up for my cock. And he's gonna cum in you to lube you up so you can take mine all the way. He comes a LOT." The bf nodded his consent, so I moved around and got in position. Tony moved up close to the bf's face and dangled his 9 inches of uncut italian meat there. I lubed up my cock and fingered some lube into the bf's tight little pucker. I must say, I was more than a little bit excited to finally be fucking my bf's ass... even if he didn't know I was topping him. Tony watched as I pushed my cockhead slowly inside. The bf was incredibly tight and he squirmed a lot. Tony simultaneously started feeding his awesome meat to the bf who started making appreciative sounds. While locking eyes with Tony, I suddenly shoved roughly to the hilt inside my bf's ass. Tony was quick and shoved as much meat as he could get into his mouth to stifle the grunts and protests. Damn was my bf's ass TIGHT! It was like fucking a virgin. I gestured to Tony to use the poppers, and he placed them under the bf's nose. A few hits later, and I was slowfucking his silky hole. I did my best to make it last as long as I could. I think I managed 10 minutes of fucking (with breaks) before I started to get close. I looked at Tony and picked up my pace. "My partner's gonna dump his cum in your ass now. Take it like a good whore." My cock spasmed and spit deep inside my bf's rectum for the first... and last time. I was honestly a bit disappointed because it was really hot fucking him because he had a nice hole, and knowing that I just bred him with my cum really turned me on. I pulled out of the bf's ass while Tony pulled out of his mouth. Tony handed me the poppers and says, "Now clean off my partner's cock while I get ready to fuck that cumsloppy ass." And fuck if my bf didn't suck my cock clean! This behavior coming from a guy who would never even rim me because he thought that was too dirty-- the fucker! I saw Tony was ready, so I uncapped the poppers and gave the bf a big ol' hit. Then I flipped around, straddled his face with my ass, grabbed his ankles and hauled him open so Tony could have unfettered fuck access. Tony spit violently on the bf's hole, placed his huge cockhead at the freshly fucked ring, and then mercilessly shoved inside, all the way to his balls. The bf let out a yowl of genuine pain which I managed to silence by slamming my butthole onto his mouth. The bf was kicking and bucking like mad, but Tony just kept it buried. Eventually, the bf stopped squirming so much, and I felt his tongue start to dance on my hole. I nodded to Tony and let him know it was ok to start fucking. I scooted forward enough so the bf could breath. We just handed him the poppers and he had them basically glued to his nostril. And man, did Tony fuck him. Just like I wanted. Hard, and without mercy. I had a front row seat, watching Tony's massive, thick meat drilling in and out of my bf's hole. Occasionally I spit on Tony's cock to lube it a bit, but mostly I just watched in fascination as Tony destroyed my bf's butthole. Eventually I saw a little blood mixed with some of my leftover cum that Tony was churning up inside. This excited Tony and he really started to slam fuck the bf deep. Every time he bottomed out inside the bf let out a little whimper/grunt noise. I could tell it was hitting him deep inside and hurting like fuck - just like how it felt when I took it. I didn't want Tony to cum yet though, because I wanted the bf to cum and be tight for him. And then to suffer getting fucked more once he'd cum. So I got some lube and started jacking off my bf. After 2 years, I pretty much knew how to bring him to orgasm quickly... and I stroked his cock just how he liked it. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum, you guys!" he shouted, just before he sprayed a hefty load onto his belly. Tony parked his cock with just his head at the entrance of the bf's ass, while I scooped up the cumload. I slathered it on Tony's still raging meat, and then Tony pushed slowly back inside, adding even more cum to the bf's ass. "Dude-- I don't think I can take any more fucking," he said in a pitiful voice when Tony was back inside him. "I don't care what you think. I'm not done fucking 'til I bust my nut deep in your guts. Capice?" And then Tony proceeded to pile-drive the bf. He was now shouting "Ow! Ow!* Owww!" with every thrust. I was hard again just watching the festivities, so I started jacking my cock furiously while I knelt by the bf's face. I looked back at Tony and could tell he was getting close. So was I. Tony set the stage saying "Aw fuck man... here it comes! Tell me you want me to cum and be done fucking you! BEG me for my load!" "FUCK MAN!! PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME!!!" Tony buried into my bf's ass and growled as he shot volley after volley of toxic sperm into my bf's raw, bloody ass. Revenge was mine! Then I was blew my load, spraying my bf's face, mouth, and leather blindfold with my second cumload. Tony pulled out violently, and smacked the bf's ass hard. "Good fuckpig! That's a nice tight ass you have.... or at least it was. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then Tony and I got dressed and made a hasty retreat before the bf could pull off his blindfold. The last we saw him, he was laying on his bed, legs spread, with a small, wet, red spot growing on his sheets where his asshole was leaking from our assault. I called and broke up with the bf the next day-- no explanation, I just broke it off. A couple months later I heard from mutual friends that he'd tested positive. I wish I could say I felt guilty, but I know that he would have gotten it sooner or later with his behavior. I was just glad I was there to witness it.

Every sexually active gay should be vaccinated for Hep A and B, and HPV

This whole USAID debacle has a whole jumble of emotions going on within me. The old saying I grew up with was "I don't know whether to shit or go blind". This is taking us back to the 80's when the government decided that not doing anything about HIV would have us all dead in short order; so that nature would solve the problem (of us living as whomever we are). There's a global game going on of Monkey See Monkey Do. Thus watching the insane US President and perhaps thinking that most of us US Citizens are supportive of the current lawless behavior. Hells bells, isn't this where polling my actually help us, but it's not election season so no poll panic. None of us elected Elon Musk, and his fake department DOdGE are doing overtly illegal things. The US experienced a good amount of this sort of behavior in the late 1800's. We might benefit right now with a history lesson of that time. Ken Burns put together a well done reasonably accurate account on PBS I saw a few months back. I think we may need to coalesce as a group, perhaps, and see if collectively we have a big enough voice to make a difference. But this current madness has already started to hurt parts of us. WRT World Health Organization as well as USAID, the reality is that disease doesn't know politics and it doesn't pay attention to borders very well either. Things will not go well for us if we allow unchecked unknown viruses begin to spread through out us. Poz or not, that is going to hurt a bunch of us. Ostensibly those of us here on Breeding Zone are here expressing our joy at living a life of bareback sex. And while PrEP and u=u has certainly kept HIV at a more modest rate for a large percentage of HIV people the meds have stopped. Essentially putting the brakes on progress. This madness is reversing course on helping to stop the unchecked spread of emerging diseases. Remember what that was like with HIV? Can you imagine how Ebola would have unfolded had it not been recognized and contained quickly? Are there enough of us here who can move forward with a unified purpose to reverse the recent madness, and return to a time when changes were done legally and in context of the geopolitical events which exist? Going off the rails as we have NOW, is surely a revolution. None of this retribution nonsense helps anyone save, maybe, but probably not, one guy. ... end of rant, now normal programming will resume

I'm getting up there in age, but fortunately my ass still looks pretty much like it did 20 years ago. I can't say the same about my belly, LOL. I long for the days when maintaining slim tight abs was a lot easier than it is now! I still manage to get plenty of cock when I'm cruising IRL, but if I'm even remotely honest about my age in my online profiles (like Sniffies or Grindr) most guys won't give me the time of day.

See that's the thing. It's all just a game. Keeping it in perspective is the key. Ya'll can't see me, but I'm quite short (5'7"). The other day this guy ran a stop sign and almost hit me. I flipped him off in my convertible (I had the top down) and he FOLLOWED ME to the dog park. Then he proceeded to call me faggot (first word out of his mouth of course). He was driving a stupid huge small dick pickup. Typical idiot male. Then he proceeded to insult my Fiat 500c (a fag car) and called me a short legged hobbit. Which is HILARIOUS. I do rather look like a hobbit, but I take that as a compliment. Hobbits are cool. Did any of this upset me? ROFL! Of course not! I've been out for 44 years and nothing a macho twit like that says can hurt me. Would it have hurt me at 16? Sure. But I'm an adult man now and some people are just insecure idiots. All that said.....if I was feeling subby and a hot man wanted to fuck me and called me a dirty fag, it would make my cock hard and I'd lube up my cunt. 😈

Getting Away, Part 10 Matt wakes up feeling a man holding him and feeling the warmth of his body. He feels the lanky, thin frame against him and a large bulge pressed against his ass. It’s clearly Paul, which means Matt is back in their cabin. Matt also smells the funk coming from two guys who spent their nights fucking in the grass with a dozen men. Matt gags. He untangles himself from Paul. Goes to turn on the coffee, if for no other reason to improve the smell in the cabin. As he comes into the kitchen/living space area, he sees Jay on the couch. Matt turns on the coffee maker and takes out three mugs. He goes to shower. Matt sees himself in the mirror and he has a grass stain on his face and is covered in sweat, cum, dirt, and something else is stuck to his foot. Gross! He turns on the water and gets in the shower. He scrubs and scrapes all the things off his skin with a flimsy washcloth and copious amounts of soap. Matt feels sticky and full inside as well. He cleans himself inside and out. Matt has had some wild nights before, but he has never spent so much time cleaning himself out before. He shivers thinking about it. Smelling like Irish Spring soap, Matt reenters the bedroom, puts on some shorts and looks at Paul who looks content sleeping. He sits on the bed, pulls the sheet off Paul and looks at his naked body. Paul’s body really is very attractive. Matt thinks back to that morning a few months ago when he saw Paul getting undressed after a night out and felt drawn to the other man. It was the first time, Paul and Matt fucked without Travis’s permission. Matt feels Paul’s body with his fingertips. He is still drawn to Paul. Breaking his spell, Matt slaps Paul on the ass to wake him up and jumps off the bed. Paul turns to grab at Matt and says, “Come back to bed.” Matt says, “Fuck off dude. You smell disgusting. Go shower.” Paul turns over and Matt sees his lovely semi-hard cock. Paul says, “You love my cock.” Matt says, “It’s the nicest thing about you” and he pulls Paul out of bed. Paul grabs Matt around his waist and says, “I have a lot of good qualities. My choice of friends isn’t great though.” The boys laugh and Matt pushes Paul toward the bathroom. Matt says, “Jay is on the couch.” Paul nods and says, “Some drama happened yesterday with his group. He didn’t want to go back to their campsite.” Paul showers. Matt makes breakfast. As the bacon is cooking Matt hears Jay say, “That is the best smell to wake up to.” Matt says, “Morning pretty boy. Want some coffee.” Paul comes out of the shower and the guys have breakfast. Matt gently asks, “Paul says there was some drama yesterday?” Jay sighs and then relays the story of High Dude’s aggressive fucking. Matt and Paul exchange a look, unseen by Jay who is looking down at the table. Matt puts his hand on Jay’s left shoulder and Paul does the same on Jay’s right. Paul says, “Go get your stuff from the campsite and come back here. You’ll stay here tonight ok?” Jay looks up at the guys and says, “You don’t need to do that. I’ll be ok.” Paul’s only response is, “Go shower. I’ll go with you to the campsite.” As Jay goes to shower, Matt says to Paul, “Let’s change the sheets. The bedroom smells like a sex club was held in a barn.” Paul and Matt both laugh. They strip the bed and are remaking it when Matt tosses a pillow at Paul. Matt says, “You know Paul. You’re best quality isn’t your cock. It’s your big fucking heart.” Paul crawls over the bed, pulls Matt onto it and kisses him. Paul’s mouth is around Matt’s cock as he pushes Matt’s shorts off. Matt is moaning. They swap positions and Matt gives Paul head as Paul lies back on the bed. Matt grabs lube from the nightstand, opens it, lubes Paul’s ample cock, straddles it and sits down. What seems like a quick morning fuck changes as Paul flips Matt onto his back. Matt lifts his one leg onto Paul’s shoulder while Paul holds the other leg wide. Paul begins to slow fuck Matt. Matt is moaning and really enjoying Paul’s fuck. Paul pushes Matt’s leg to his shoulder and leans into Matt and kisses him. As he does so, his cock slips almost all the way out, but the guys seamlessly maneuver to keep their fuck going. Paul and Matt make eye contact as the slow, sensual fuck continues and Paul says, “Matt. I love you.” Matt says, “I love you too Paul.” Paul kisses Matt again. Matt feels like this fuck isn’t a usual fuck. There is something deeper happening. Something that hasn’t happened since his college boyfriend broke his heart. Matt feels a warmth inside him as the sex is happening that has very little to do with Paul’s cock in his ass. Matt looks away from Paul, embarrassed that he is mistaking this sex for more. He feels Paul’s hand on his face turning him back toward Paul and hears Paul say, “Matty. I am falling in love with you.” Matt blinks and kisses Paul. Paul sees tears sliding down Matt’s cheeks. He feels Matt’s hands on his ass, pulling him inside in a needy, almost desperate fashion. Paul feels so close to Matt in this moment. Then Matt starts working his ass muscles on Paul’s cock. The unexpected sexual technique combined with his admission of love quickly drives Paul over the edge and he starts to cum in Matt’s ass. Paul tightens his hold on Matt as he cums inside him. He feels Matt’s hard cock trapped and untouched between them. Matt watches as Paul pulls out and Paul's mouth hungrily closes around his cock. The warmth from Paul’s mouth, after the friction from the fuck, and the declaration of love; it almost feels too much for Matt. Matt doesn’t know he is crying and moaning at the same time. His heart feels like it is going to burst through his chest. Matt shoots what feels like the biggest load of his life into Paul’s mouth. Paul’s mouth fills to overflowing and he swallows as much as he can. The rest of Matt’s cum coats his lips and drips out his mouth. Matt pulls him up and they guys make out. Jay says, “Fuck that was the hottest sex I’ve ever seen. Like wow!” Paul and Matt look up and see Jay in the bedroom doorway with a big goofy smile on his face. Jay says, “I’m going to shower again and jerk off. That was so crazy sexy that it was almost cool.” Paul and Matt laugh at Jay’s reference to the TLC album. Matt says, “Well if you weren’t creeping around.” Paul says lightly to Matt, “It’s the 22nd of loneliness and we’ve been through so many things” Matt finishes the verse, “I love my man with all honesty, but I know he’s cheatin on me.” They laugh and hold each other both knowing that their feelings are now in the open. When Jay is out of the bathroom, he and Paul dress and head out to Jay’s campsite. Matt dresses to go for a run.

Working from home today - hooked up with a 25 year old guy I've been chatting to for a while. He said he's "always been a bit bi" and has recently split from his girlfriend, so looking for a bit of action. He's quite a big guy (which I really like) and told me he was a bit self conscious about what he called his "fat arse". I told him not to worry - that was the bit I was looking forward to the most! We got together and enjoyed every minute of sucking and rimming each other. Then he bent over my desk with his pants and trousers down and I went up him bareback. He had a fantastic arse - and a very tight hole - and I loved fucking him. I lasted quite a bit longer than I thought I would and gave him a long, hard fuck, which he loved. After a while I was ready to cum and didn't hold back - I hadn't cum for quite a few days so he got a good big load up him. There's something very satisfying about squirting a nice big load up the arse of a guy who's just told you he's not on Prep.

Part 9: My First Spit-roast As I was relishing Robert's load another gentleman got behind me and put his cock into my leaking toxic hole. By this point I was starting to get cock drunk. Just as my new cock bottomed out a very handsome granddaddy of a man sat in front of me with his cock leaking like a faucet. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started gulping down his precum as fast as I could. Like I said earlier I loved being the center of attention and allowing these gorgeous men to use me for their pleasure. I don't even remember their names because I was too lost in loving two cocks in me at the same time. My lover fucking my dirty toxic hole felt like he had a nice thick cock. And he was in no hurry using my hole. My lover whose cock I was enjoying in my mouth wasn't thick. But he definitely had some length on him. Luckily all the precum he was producing made it easier for me to eventually deep throat his cock. These two gentlemen had great stamina. I quickly realized I loved a nice long fucking. At some point granddaddy grabbed me by the back of my head and gave me a wonderful face fucking. As granddaddy fucked my face the gentleman behind started pounding my hole fast and furious. Fuck what a feeling. I honestly thought once they began fucking me in unison that they would cum. I was wrong. They just wanted to see what I was capable of. I was truly being used for their pleasure and everyone's entertainment. After probably about five minutes of fucking both of my holes mercilessly they both slowed down and granddaddy allowed to suck his cock at my pace and the gentleman behind me started long dicking my hole. After probably around fifteen minutes granddaddy was the first to cum. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and shoved his cock all the way down my throat as he started cumming. I had no choice but to swallow it. Like I was going to waste any of it anyway. This sent my lover that was fucking my hole over the edge as he started cumming as well. My lover in my ass pulled out first and I there was so much cum leaking from my hole. I knew there had to be a nice puddle underneath me. Granddaddy had finished cumming by this point and ever so slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. Again Daddy got down beside me and kissed me. I thanked Daddy again and told him I was really thirsty. Daddy knew exactly what I meant so he motioned for Robert to come back over. Robert looked down at me grinning and put his gorgeous toxic cock in my mouth. He then started releasing his toxic piss down my throat and I swallowed every delicious drop. As he finished peeing he bent down and ever so gently bit my lips. It wasn't painful and it wasn't long and he had given me a small cut. He had a little bit of pee still in his slit and proceeded to wipe it across my new cut. Daddy saw what Robert did and told him how naughty that was. This workout was just getting started and more intense than anything I had ever done weight wise. What happened next was so hot that it shocked me that I could handle it.

Fun at the seedy motel – Part 1 “Want to go for a ride?” the guy said as he set his glass pipe on the seat and leaned towards the passenger side window. His car was an older model, pretty beat up, and he matched. From the dim light provided by the streetlamps and the fact that it was not quite totally dark yet, I could see he had a scraggly beard, dreadlocks, and some sort of dark colored jacket on, and not handsome at all, but he did have what I would call and evil grin. I had just started a week off from work and was determined to get as much raw dick and cum as I could to make up for all I had been missing due to a crazy work schedule. I had just come from getting a load of cum in my ass from some guy I met online, and while the fuck was not all that great, he shot a nice load. My ass was just getting warmed up, and I was still buzzed from the beer, so decided to walk home to see if I could find some trade along the way. I was about a block and a half down the street when I noticed this car up the street on the other side and someone was using a big lighter to smoke with as each time they turned it on, created a small glow in the front seat. I could only see the shape of person and not make out anything more, but figured I would scope it out a little. So I walked a little slower and kept watching the car and the lighter flashes. As I got closer I could see the occasional stream of smoke come out of the driver’s side window so knew he was not smoking cigarettes. Someone getting high, sitting alone, bet they were horny so my hopes were raised, my ass twitched, and a little bit of cum leaked out. At the intersection I crossed the street so I could come up on the passenger side and get a closer look. “Want to go for a ride?” he said again. Yeah, he was high for sure, and I was horny as fuck, so my heart raced a little faster as I said sure, opened the door, and sat in the passenger’s seat. He moved his pipe onto the floor under his seat, turned the car on, and pulled out. “Derrick,” he said as he held his right hand towards me. I shook his hand, told him my name, asked what was up tonight. “Nothing man, you know, looking to get into whatever, you know. You?” What do I say? Tell him I got a hot load in my ass and need some more? I went with the safer course and just said had a drink with a friend, not ready to go home yet, so needed to get out. He laughed a little, “I hear that man. You smoke?” I told him no, but cool if he did. So he kept driving for a bit. We were in a rough part of town when he turned down a side street. It was getting dark now and most of the street lamps were out. He parked the car, said “Stay in the car, I need to get something.” Then he got out, locked the car doors, and headed down the driveway between two houses across the street. Damn – I was sitting alone on a dark street, so I slid down a little in the seat and waited. After 5 minutes I was getting really nervous, but then I saw him coming back towards the car. I sat up, he got, tossed a plastic bag on the seat, smiled at me and said, “Needed some rock. This is good shit, but makes me horny as a fucking bull, You know?” I just nodded, gulped hard, and tried not to show how nervous, scared, and horny I was all at the same time. Derrick pushed his seat back as far as it would go, reached under, pulled out his glass pipe and a black shaving kit. He opened the kit, pulled some stuff, opened his bag, put a small piece on his pipe, tilted his head back a little, stuck the pipe in between his lips, flared up the lighter, and began inhaling. His eyes were closed, so I was looking around to see if anyone was watching. I didn’t see anyone, not even a car, so went back to watching him. He let out his breath and a cloud of smoke filled the car, “OHHH yeah, shit’s good. Want a hit?” I shook my head no, and he said “Later then. You want to suck my dick for me, this shit’s got me horny?” I said sure, but asked what about people seeing us. “No one will see, come on, I need to bust some nutt.” With that he set the pipe down, unbuttoned his pants, slid them down a little, and pulled his dick out. He was already pretty hard, about 8 ½, or 9, and real thick, but wide. Not really round, just wide. I leaned over, closed my mouth over the head, and began sucking. Derrick started moaning a little, grabbed his pipe, and hit it again while I sucked him. “Make it wet, yeah get that bull pipe wet,” he said, so I sucked harder, raised up a little, spit on it, licked it clean and sucked some more. Derrick soon started to moan louder, “I’m gonna cum, you better pull off, you want it ? You want…..” as he shot into my mouth. I did not even feel the first volleys of cum as it hit the back of my throat and slid down. His dick pulsed, and kept shooting a steady stream and I had all I could do to swallow and keep up. His cum was thick and tasted wonderful, and I kept sucking as I wanted every little sperm I could. Derrick pushed my head off his dick, “Whew, yeah I needed that, had not shot my nutt in days, whew.” He closed his pants up, took another hit on his pipe, as I sat back savoring the taste of his cum still in mouth. Derrick put the pipe and supplies back under his seat. “What are you going to do now?” he asked. I didn’t know what he meant, but said whatever, open to having fun. “Good, here’s what’s up. I plan to smoke my shit up tonight and like to fuck when I do. Got me a room over on New York Avenue, so how about you come back with me, keep this big bull meat hard for me. You get fucked? Good, you got a nice mouth but I want to fuck.” With that he started the car up and we headed to his motel. On the way, Derrick stopped and grabbed some beer at a store, along with a couple sandwiches. As we drove I asked him why he smoked using a straight glass pipe? I thought most people smoked rock in a bowl or something. Derrick said he liked it better, cleaner hit, and he could control the burn the way he wanted. We didn’t really talk about anything else and about 10 minutes later were at the motel. I had gone by the motel before when driving up to Baltimore before. It was pretty run down, in a sort of industrial/warehouse area, and you could usually see a few hookers lingering nearby. Derrick pulled in, drove around to the back and near the end. There were a few people lingering around the parking lot, standing by a building near the back of the parking lot, the scent of pot was heavy in the air along with piss. We grabbed the beer and food, Derrick nodded at a guy standing by the wall about 15 feet away who nodded back, and I followed him into his room. The room inside was as bad as the outside. Smelled, was old, looked dirty, but Derrick clearly did not have much stuff. I saw one duffle bag on the floor of the closet, and mostly empty cigarette packs, beer bottles, and trash. Derrick set his stuff down and said, “Pull your pants down,” as he tossed a big bottle of Walgreens hand lotion onto the end of the bed. He open his little bag on the table, pulled out his supplies, and as I stuck some lotion in my ass, watched as he put some rock in his pipe. He walked over to me, “I fuck a LONG time, so you need this good shit. OK?” I said OK but had never done this before, as Derrick handed me the pipe, slightly angled up to keep the rock in the end. “You saw me hit it, now you do the same. I will light it, you just keep it tilted back, inhale as deep and hard as you can and do NOT let it out until I tell you.” I put the pipe between my lips, he put the lighter up to the end and I could start to see smoke building up in the pipe. “Now, inhale, keep going, more, more, come on, more - - now hold it – HOLD it –hold as long as you can – you need to feel this shit – hold.” I started to cough and choke and a huge plume of smoke came out. Derrick laughed, “Not bad for your first time. Now again.” Derrick then took a few hits and as I watched him I started to get so hot and fuck the rush to my head! The room started spinning a bit and my body tingled and everything seemed more intense but fuzzier at the same time. Then it started to even out, the sensation was just intense, and my dick responded by immediately getting hard. I grabbed the lotion, put some more lube on my ass, and bent forward over the end of the bed. I could hear Derrick finishing up his hit, he then walked over and pushed the curtains a little to the side. “I like to be watched,” he said. He had taken off his clothes and his dick was at full attention. I bent back over, hit the poppers (had them in my coat from the first guy I visited) my head felt like it was going to explode, and I zoned out a bit. I came back to reality as I felt Derrick work a finger up ass. “You going to take my bull pipe? Let this black bull fuck it? Yeah, nice and tight and wet and juicy – yeah got some good pipe for you.” With that he stuck a second finger up my ass. I noticed a box of Magnums on the table, so figured he only played safe and was disappointed, and thought maybe if I asked him to fuck me raw I could just say the rock made me say that if he got upset, but as he started to rub his dick again my ass I could tell he did not have one on- fuck yeah! I was going to get his cum in my ass too and he was going to work the load I took earlier deeper up inside me. Derrick pulled his fingers out of my ass, and without saying another word, began to slowly push his dick into me. FUCK – that hurt, the width of his dick was a killer and I squirmed and pulled away a little bit. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me back onto his dick nice and slow. As he did I looked under my arm towards the window and noticed that the guy we had seen against the wall was now looking in the window, watching. I told Derrick and he chuckled and said, “Yeah, my man’s a freak, you’ll see.” Derrick started to fuck harder and angle his dick to the sides with each thrust, scraping my ass walls with every stroke. I just grunted and tried to steady myself on the end of the bed. I was feeling pretty high and had a nice big black dick up my ass, and damn that felt so good. I don’t know how long Derrick fucked, but when I focused again he was grunting, almost growling, as he started fucking harder and faster. I was having a hard time keeping my balance and he reached out, stood up, wrapped his arms around my chest and slam fucked. “I’m gonna nutt in you, want my bull nutt, huh, want my nutt, gonna nutt – oh –gonna nutt…” Derrick tensed, shook, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and his hot load shoot inside me. He kept holding me as his dick fully unloaded, his breathing was hard and heavy. He then let me go, pushed me forward and slid his dick out. My ass felt so empty! Put it back! He slapped my ass, smiled, “Feel good in there? You want more huh? Don’t worry, I got lots of nutt up in this bull pipe.” I just smiled, Derrick walked over, slid the chain off the door and the guy who had been looking in the window stepped in. This guy was pretty tall, like 6’5, real thin, torn up jeans, torn up coat, could not tell if he was homeless or just very causal. He took his jacket off and had tats up and down both arms. I just stood there while he and Derrick started talking. Derrick handed me a beer, told me to sit, so I opened it up as he and the new guy sat at the table. They both took out pipes, the other guy had one with a bowl, and started taking hits. Derrick said, “Come here, take some more.” So I did as before. He lit it and guided me and this time I did not choke. The tall guy put his pipe down, walked over to the bed, grabbed the pillows, brought them towards the end, “Lay on your back, put your ass on these,” he said. So I got up on the bed, laid on my back with the pillows under my hips. He got up on the bed on his knees, spread my legs, lifted my legs up, and started to push into my ass. His dick was like him, long and skinny, and a good bit longer than Derrick’s. My ass did not resist, and he slid in pretty easily as Derrick’s cum must have lubed me up really well. Derrick just sat the table watching, taking a hit now and then, and his dick was standing straight up in his lap as he watched the tall guy fuck me. The tall guy now had my legs pushed way back towards my shoulders and was jack fucking my ass. He was also really verbal. “Take this nigger dick bitch, good bitch, open that hole, come on now, open that tight white pussy. You want this nigger dick in you? Huh? Want me to fuck you? Huh bitch? Fuck that white pussy, yeah bitch.” At first I did not say anything, but then said yes, please fuck my white pussy, and that made him harder, and he got louder, and fucked deeper. My ass was making slurping noises each time he thrust in and out and as he angled himself up with his feet, his full weight was behind every push into me. His eyes were closed like he was concentrating real hard and his dirty talk did not stop, as he called me a bitch and white pussy. In that position, I now noticed he had tats all over his chest too, and some on his neck. I tried to move my arms, but had no leverage so looked back at Derrick who was now stroking his dick as he watched. The guy on top of me picked up the pace and I started begging for his cum. Derrick started egging him, “Come on nigga, fuck it, nutt up in there, come on nigga.” “OH OH OH – take my cum BITCH!!!” and the tall guy slammed balls deep and unloaded. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard. His dick was still pretty hard, but slid out as he pulled off me, he got off the bed, stood up, “Damn, fuck – nice sloppy hole. Get on your hands and knees.” What? The man just shot. I told him I had to piss and needed some beer, so got up and went to the bathroom. I could barely walk as my legs were all cramped, but took a nice long piss. I now had cum and ass juice just running down my leg. I wiped my ass a little to make sure I was still ‘clean’, and clenched my ass to keep as much juice in as I could. I went back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and gulped a beer as Derrick and the tall guy sat at the table getting their pipes ready. They both took a hit, then the tall guy grabbed his dick, pointed it my way, and said “Suck it.” So I got on my hands and knees and started sucking his dick. They put the pipes down, Derrick passed the tall guy a sandwich, and they started eating and chatting as I sucked the tall guy’s dick. My knees hurt so bad so had to get up, sat back on the bed and drank another beer. Derrick offered me a sandwich, I passed, and soon they were done, and Derrick was motioning me over to the table with the pipe his hand. I took a couple big hits and felt it kick in even more intensely then before. Derrick and the tall guy both took hits, then both stood up, Derrick turned me around and shoved his dick up my ass as the tall guy pushed my head down towards his dick. I put my left hand on the table to steady myself as Derrick fucked my ass and the tall guy fucked my throat. I could taste a mix of lube, cum, and ass juice on the tall guys dick as he had not wiped it off after fucking me, just let it air dry which left a film of fuck covering his dick. “Fuck it – yeah fuck it,” the tall guy said to Derrick as he reached over, grabbed his pipe, and started hitting it while I kept sucking him. As he inhaled I swear his dick got a good inch longer, damn, that shit did go right to their dicks. Derrick then reached forward, pulled me off the tall guy’s dick, and turned, and walked me the couple steps to the bed with his dick still in my ass. “Get on your knees,” Derrick said, so with him still inside, I got on my knees up on the bed and got doggy style and he started fucking. “Yeah feel that nutt up in there, hmmm.” I was feeling no pain, just intense, hot pleasure of that raw dick pushing their cum deeper inside of me as I begged for him to fuck me – I just wanted more cum – as much as they could give me. “Let me hit it,” the tall guy said, so Derrick pulled out and the tall guy started fucking me – hard. Again, he was getting very verbal and nasty and I was loving it! I heard Derrick take a hit, then he stood beside the tall guy, the tall guy paused, and I heard him take a hit with his dick still in my ass. Again, felt like that big dick grew another inch as it was inside me – and I started pleading for him to fuck me harder. Derrick laughed and said, “Now let’s freak.” I thought we were, so just kept focusing on the dick in my ass. The tall guy paused again and I thought Derrick was giving him another hit, but I turn my head and did not see him. The tall guy moaned and grunted a little and pushed against my ass, but it did not feel right. I twisted as far as I could to see what was up. Derrick was behind the tall guy and was sticking his dick in the tall guy’s ass while the tall guy had his dick in my ass! Fuck! Derrick said, “Now we’ll get some nutt up in that white hole,” as he started to push in and out of the tall guy’s ass. The tall guy pushed his ass back to meet Derrick’s dick, which pulled his dick out of my ass and as Derrick pushed forward into the tall guy’s ass, the tall guy’s dick would go balls deep into me. It took a couple strokes, but they soon found a rhythm and I was being deep dicked by the tall guy as he got deep dicked by Derrick. The tall guy was losing it, and was almost hollering, “Take it bitch, take the dick, take these nigger dicks, fucking white pussy – take it take it!” He was digging into my sides with his fingernails as he slam fucked me, “AAAHHHHH fuck AAAHHHHH fuck,” and he started to shoot. This load felt like alcohol had been dumped into my ass – my hole burned with his cum as he gave me second load, Derrick kept fucking him. The tall guy stopped pumping, and pushed back off my ass. Derrick yanked his dick out of the tall guy’s ass making him grunt, got behind me, pulled me back onto his dick and started fucking. I was begging for his cum and for him to fuck me harder. Derrick must have been close already. “You want it?” he said, “You some more bull nutt? Want some more nutt in that juicy pussy? Fucking pussy fucking take my nutt – here it comes – here it COMES!!! Derrick unloaded in my ass again. As I was still burning from the tall guy’s load, I’m not sure how much he shot, but he grunted, moaned, groaned, and made it sound like a lot. His dick softened a little and he slid out, I rolled over and laid on my back to catch my breath. When I sat up Derrick and the tall guy were both sitting in the chairs by the table, Derrick smiled and said, “Told you my man was a freak,” then laughed. The tall guy laughed too, stood up, and started to get dressed. His dick still looked wet and slimy from fucking me, but he just put his pants on and did not even wipe it off – hot! He was taking my ass juice with him! He put his coat on, said, “Catch you man,” to Derrick, and left the room. “How’s that ass doing?” Derrick asked. “I still got plenty of rock and I ain’t even started getting my freak on.” Stay tuned for part 2.

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Just got in from my local cruise club. It was underwear night. There was a really hot half-asian guy - salt and pepper hair, jockstrap, nice bulge. We skirted round each other a bit until I watched him fucking a blonde twink and figured he was done. I sat watching the porn for a while, looking for any cock swallow. Then he was standing at the end of the sofa. He turned towards me and I licked my lips. He was obviously hard in his jock and I slid off the sofa to kneel. He stepped forward and pressed his bulge into my face. His musk and the scent of the arse he just fucked got me high. As I rubbed my face and head over him he pulled his cock out and slapped it on my forehead. I licked and sucked over his balls and up his shaft to take him in my mouth. I tasted cock and lube and arse and swallowed him as deep as I could. He grew to about 6.5" in my mouth and as he sat down I pushed further on to him to choke on his length. I sucked and swallowed and choked on him for maybe 20 minutes. He was getting harder in my throat. I wanted to make him cum. He stroked my head, "You're going to get it." All I could do with his cock in my throat was moan my assent. I pumped my throat over him, licking the head when I pulled off before driving back on him. He started rocking into my throat and I drove down as hard as I could. Squeezing his head in my throat as I stared, pleading, into his eyes. And he came. He bucked up deeper into my throat then pulled away, but I pushed back down. His spunk was coming out my nose by the time he stopped bucking into my throat. I nursed him until he pushed me away. I can still smell him on me.

Age is just a number as long as they are 18+. I am quickly approaching 61. I stopped celebrating my B-Day a few years ago, so every morning I wake up a day older and alive. when I was in my 20’s and 30’s, I knew a few older men that, 30+ years older, who I had some great experiences with. If a guy is sexy (physically and mentally) I want to share with them. Don’t get me wrong, I still find young guys attractive, but most of the young guys I have connected with these past years have been lacking in the mental attractiveness department; probably a regional issue. It seems most guys my age around in my area are still chasing their youth. I now seek a true connection, regardless of age. But with age comes experience and wisdom typically; both are a big plus in my book. Looks are also important, but as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What I find sexy others might not, and that’s totally okay.

WHen I’m balls-deep in my bottom’s arse or down his throat and I’m ready to cum, the last thing I want to do is pull out and jerk off. I want to go in harder and pump my seed deep in his guts. Same goes when I’m in his mouth. I want to watch him gagging as I’m shooting my load down his throat. The whole point of fucking a man is to empty my balls inside him.

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Faggot reminds me of all the hot boys calling me that when I was young. It excites me and turns me into a faggot slut which I also love. Love being referred to as a whore, dirty pig sexy fkr, pathetic disgusting white bitch and naughty. My hole is a hole, cunt, mancunt or manhole, beautiful, sloppy , loose and wrecked. Own by my top and no longer mine. My hole is no longer a pussy or a boi pussy and never refer to it as a bussy

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Part 5: Ball Gets Rolling About 10 minutes later, Guy 3 messages me to tell me he's in the parking lot and about to come in. Glad he did so I could get into position, face down, ass pointed towards the door. I hear him shuffle in and listen to him undress, waiting for that first touch. He runs a finger along my crack, around the plug handle. I heard the lube squirt and a finger probing into my hole around the butt plug. Luckily, I'm stretched enough to handle that? He slowly pulls it out and tosses it aside and then I feel his hot breath on my hole. His tongue flicks around briefly, I think so he can taste and verify that I'm already loaded with spunk. It's not long before he slides up and the head is inside me. I'm pretty well lubed but I can tell this is a monster cock. I still have no idea what this guy looks like as he picks up speed. He pulls me up on all 4s, playing with my nips as he fucks deeper and deeper. This is my first BBC of the night, but I'll get several more. His place is nice and steady and he fucks more for about 10 minutes. This time I have the presence of mind to hand him my phone and him to take some pics. He tires the phone back down next to me and I finally get to see the huge cock that's in me. I'm impressed. Quickly, his thrusts become harder and faster. Without a word, he slams all the way in and I fell his cock throb as he gives me load number 3. He stays inside, still fucking me slowly before he pulls out and comes around for me to suck his cock clean. I finally get to taste the loads from my ass. He pulls out and gets dressed in scrubs, so he must have just come from the medical center down there street. Guy 4 was another BBC who got there soon after. It started off much the same way, but he was much more into touching and kissing. It was a welcome change. I sucked his massive cock for a while first and he gew in my mouth to be even bigger than the last guy. He moved around and started fucking me from behind, with me face down before moving into doogie. He snapped a few pics and shot a short video so I could finally see a cock sliding in and out of my ass. He was very into shifting positions, standing, him lying back with me riding his cock, both kneeling. Then he flipped me around so I was on my back, legs up over his shoulders. We made out passionately as he fucked me for about 20 minutes. By then I was begging for him to shoot his load into me and he was happy to oblige. After he came, we just cuddled for a bit and made out more. Then he told me we had tried to hook up before when I was in town but it hadn't happened. I didn't remember that but I'm glad it happened. Guy 5 was a latin man who had fucked me before. He had hosted me at motel as a cumdump on a previous trip. That one hadn't been well-attended, but he had shot 2 loads up my ass. This time he wanted to have me alone and had waited outside to make sure no one else was there. He was rough and forceful, holding my head while he fucked my mouth. He pulled out and spun me around, slamming my ass hard. Then he fucked me doggie before having me on my back. He was the opposite of the last guy, pinning my legs back so my knees were by my ears. It kinda hurts and he seemed to love that while he raped my ass. I almost had to stop him, but I'm not sure I could have. He came pretty quickly, and I'll admit I liked the way he used me. I was enjoying all the different styles of fucking I was getting, as well as the different cock sizes and shapes. At this point I kinda wanted I load in my mouth, too. I would get one soon.

When I was 21 I had never kissed a girl and it frustrated the hell out of me. I wasn't very masculine, very small for my age, no muscles and a very high voice. It wasn't unusual for people to think I was 16. I was jerking off three times a day and at least twice as often in the weekend, which I always spent alone. I don't know when my gay fantasies came, I always blame a certain picture in a porn magazine of a woman looking in the camera while she's sucking an uncut veiny dick. After a while I wasn't aroused because it was a picture of a blowjob, I became aroused about thinking to be in the woman's position, to suck that beautiful cock. Being a loner I often went to the movie theater on my own. On one occasion my seat was between a girl who was there with her boyfriend and an older plump man. When the move played I kept brushing against the old man's arm because we both wanted to use the same armrest. The first time it happened it was a quick sorry, but after the third time we looked at each other and smiled, because it was a funny situation. After a while I felt the old man's foot against my foot. When the old man noticed I didn't move my foot he kept rubbing against my foot. Was this guy playing footsies with me? And why didn't it bother me? I placed my arm on the armrest i shared with my gray neighbor again and he placed his arm besides mine. With his pinky he touched my hand. The old guy was really flirting with me! My heart pounded in my chest. When I mustered the courage too look at him, he looked at me too, smiled and he lewdly licked his lips. I didn't dare too look in his direction again, but I didn't remove my arm from the rest either. When the movie was finished I didn't know what to do. I stood up to leave and had to pass the old man. When I passed him he grabbed my crotch. I decided to hang around the movie theater a bit, pretending to play with my phone. The old man walked towards me. We were complete opposites, I was young, small and thin and he was old, over 50, balding and chubby. "Hi" he said with a big smile. "Hi" I softy said back. "My name is Hans." The old man said "I'm Bart." "Want to come with me Bart? I live nearby." I nodded and nervously followed the guy to his car which he unlocked for me. As I got into the car Hans asked "Do you often go home with men or is this your first time?" "It's my first time" I confessed. "All the better" Hans said with a smirk. "Do you pick up guys often?" I asked him. "Yeah I actually do" he replied with a smile "You'll see." When we got to his house I was all nerves. Hans grabbed my hand and let me upstairs, towards his bedroom. There was a huge bed in the room but the most notable thing was a bulletin board with dozens of polaroid pictures on it. When I took a better look at the photos I noticed they were all of young guys sucking on a fat dick. Moreover, all the boys were photographed from above and they were all in a kneeling position, but some were still wearing clothes, others were nude, and a few seemed to be tied by the wrists. Some pictured had a little green sticker on them and some of them a red one, but it wasn't clear to me what the stickers meant. The photographer and owner of the impressive cock had to be Hans. I looked at all the photographs and concluded I didn't know any of the boys even though they were about the same age as was I. "Looks hot doesn't it" Hans said when he saw I was gawking at his pictures. "I love it when young boys like yourself suck on my cock." I turned around and saw Hans with his dick hanging out of the fly of his pants. The old man's cock was already hard and pointed towards me. Hans took a step towards me, and with his big hands grabbed my head and pressed his mouth against mine. I wasn't in to kissing men, but Hans forced his tongue in my mouth. When he noticed I didn't reciprocate he pushed my head down towards his dick. From this angle his dick looked even bigger. I saw the veins on his foreskin, and his mushroom head was shimmering. I gave the head a kiss and licked on the shaft, exploring his meat with my mouth. When I finally took his prick in my mouth Hans was taking of his shirt. I started bobbing up and down, giving my first blowjob to a guy older than my father. When I looked up, I saw Hans with a camera in his hands. "Smile" he said and took a picture of me with his dick in my mouth. Another picture for on the board. Hans withdrew his cock from my mouth "Take of your clothes Bart." I complied, feeling the cold when I was naked. Hans was naked too and motioned me to lay down on bed. I crawled on his bed I asked "How do you want me?" "Just lay on your back and enjoy." Hans positioned himself between my legs and pushed my legs towards my chest. He grabbed some lube and smeared it against my ass. I saw him coating his fuckmeat with the lube as well. "Should't we do it safe?" I asked. Hans looked at me, "Why do you have something?" "No" I answered. "Well then I'm not worried" and he pushed his cock in my ass. I was surprised how easy his dick slid in my bowels, although it did feel weird when his whole cock was completely buried in my ass. It was like he was jabbing my belly or something. "How does it feel?" Hans asked. I smiled "It's ok." "Just ok?" he asked almost disappointed. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest so my ass was hovering above the sheets. "How about this then?" and Hans picked up the pace. Now this was fucking. I was getting fucked. Assfucked. Assfucked by a man I didn't know at all. My own little prick got hard and I started moaning. "Yeah this is what you want eh boy, getting fucked in your ass. I knew it when I first saw you. I knew you were a slut. A worthless bitch that needs to be fucked in her cunt. Look at you, with your legs in the air like a cheap whore getting banged by old men. Say 'thanks' bitch, say 'thanks'." "Thanks" I mumbled. "Thanks who bitch?" Hans snapped at me. "Thanks sir". "Yeah you should be thankful, ungrateful fuck. I'm a nice guy who likes to give gifts. You want my gift?" I didn't know what he meant then, I assumed he was referring to his cum. "Beg for it bitch, beg for it". "Cum, cum" was all I could say and not even loudly. Hans gave one final thrust and unloaded in my ass. "You're getting bugged now boy!" I always imagined you'd feel the spurts of cum in your bowels, but I didn't notice anything. Hans kept his dick in my ass, letting it go limp. "That was nice Bart, you are a great lay." When Hans withdrew his cock from my ass I had the feeling it was a gaping hole. It felt sore and stung. "Get dressed, I'm taking you home" he said harshly. I wanted to check my rectum or at least go to the toilet to shit out the cum, but Hans didn't let me. He threw me my clothing. He clearly wasn't the nice guy who picked me up at the movie. The car ride towards my house was silent. When I got out I wanted to say something, but Hans slammed the door and drove off. I watched the car disappear and was ashamed of how I was treated. I had let a stranger who had casual sex all the time fuck my ass bareback. How stupid could I be? At least he was negative I thought, before I realized he never actually said he didn't have anything. He just asked me if I was disease free. I assumed he would be too, why ask otherwise? A few months later I had a heavy bout of flu and was never going to be healthy again. Somewhere a young guy was now looking at a bulletin board filled with pictures, having no idea what that green sticker on my photo means.

I went to Mount Morris Baths in Manhattan last night and it was the sleaziest place I've ever been. When I walked in I smelled oil burning from an oil burner. The place was dirty and was a cross between a prison and a YMCA. It just oozed of sex. I don't think they renovated since it opened in the twenties. I walked around to get a feel for the place. There was an open area filled with bunk bed styled beds (not sure what happens there but will be back to fund out). Then I went to the shower,steam room, sauna and pool area. I didn't have the stomach to go into the pool but I did go into the sauna. When I opened the door there were five black guys fucking and sucking in there. Something you don't see much of here in NYC. My presence didn't seem to stop them and I quickly joined in. I was getting my dick sucked by this guy who was getting fucked. Then this other guy came over and started to suck me off. After a few minutes I turned him around and fucked him. It was HOT, there were 3 of us fucking 3 guys as others came in watched. After I dumped my load in him another guy moved in and took over. I went back to my "cell" room and left the door open. I was lying on my bed face down when this big black guy came in and without a word started fucking me. He kept pulling out which I found odd. I finally gave up and said lets take a break. When he left I saw a big load of cum on the bed and realized he'd pulled out because he'd cum. So I did the next best thing and licked it off the bed. Then I cruised the rooms and went into this Latin guy's room. He had one of the biggest uncut cocks I've ever seen. We sucked each other off till he turned me over and started to fuck me. It wasn't easy. I needed a lot of lube and poppers. I was getting sore and couldn't take much more, so I told him I was ready to cum. He then pulled out. I then I put his cock back in me. He said "what are you doing" and I told him to shoot inside me. He kept saying "NO" "NO" as he moaned and groaned and his muscled jerked and shot his load in me. I guess "NO" really does sometimes mean "YES." I must say I really loved the decadent and sleazy atmosphere of the place but wish it wasn't so well lit. For anyone who's interested, its still a great place to visit.

New top breeder last night. Instead of my usual chat as an introduction I was more direct. Found a guy online, 5 mins away. Messaged him ‘I want you to fuck me’. Sufficed to say, it worked, 5 mins later I was round his flat sucking his cock, 30 mins later I had an arse full of cum!

These days I most prefer being called "whore". I will suck any dick, eat any asshole, and offer up my own asshole to anyone. Absolutely anyone. (And i don't charge anybody.... such a deal!)

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PART 4 - Fun at the seedy motel – Dick in the alley in trade and fresh jail dick So, cum tally at the end of part 3 of fun at the seedy motel: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 4 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who tore me up Derrick smiled, “You a freak boy. I like that. Glad I ran into you and you take some good dick. You want some more?” After the big guy tore me up, I did not think I could take anymore and asked Derrick if we could just chill for a bit. “Yeah, no problem,” he said, and lit the pipe up for us both. I opened some of the chips and food we bought earlier and was still trying to get my head around the fuck the big guy had just given me. I had had a couple rough fucks in my life, but not in years. My ass felt so empty now, and while my head was saying time to head home (it was around midnight), the rest of my body was still craving dick and cum. As I ate, Derrick opened the pack of pills he bought at the liquor store, “Told you I plan to stay hard, so these will help. May not have much cum left, but don’t you worry. You will get more and this bull dick.” I didn’t have the nerve to say no, so just nodded and finished eating. We sat around the table for a little while and Derrick lit the pipe, and took some more hits. “Come on, get dressed, let’s take a walk.” A walk? Where the fuck would we walk? There was nothing around. We got dressed, I dropped the poppers into my coat packet, and followed Derrick out the door. I was surprised to see some people still around in the parking lot but figured with what had been going on at least in his room tonight, could imagine lots of shit going down in the rest of the hotel. Derrick led the way towards the side entrance, we then turned right, and headed down a little hill. We saw several cars coming up the hill and I was surprised at the traffic. I asked Derrick about it. “Folks getting weed, buddy down at the bottom there hooks them up with that and other shit too. I want to see if he’s got some Special in, would love to see you on that shit getting some big dick.” So we walked a little further down the side street that had warehouses on both sides with the occasional alley in between the loading docks. As we got near the intersection Derrick stopped near the last alley, “Wait here a minute,” he said then kept walking. I sat on the steps by the loading dock and waited. A few minutes later Derrick came back around the corner with another guy. This dude looked young. More like a boy. He had dreds like Derrick, and about the same build but younger, maybe 20 or so. Derrick said, “This is Marcus, buddy of mine. Told him you been freaking with me and we needed some good Special shit. Told him he could fuck you if he wanted, give me a little discount or something.” I just said hi and sat there. Derrick and Marcus then stepped into the alley and Derrick said, “Come on, my man’s a working man here and got shit to do.” So I got up and followed them into the alley between the warehouses. Within 10 feet of the opening to the alley it was pretty dark and Derrick and Marcus stopped by a couple dumpsters that were there. “Bend over,” Marcus said. So I slid my pants down and bent over, placing my hands on the wall between two of the dumpsters. It was a little cool that night, and I started getting goose bumps and my dick was not hard at all. But did not seem to bother Marcus as I heard him spit, felt him wipe some spit in my ass and around my hole, then heard him spit again. Marcus pushed his dick into me and oh it felt nice. What was it with these guys barebacking? No one asked about condoms – damn – not that I was complaining, but what had I been missing? It was about the same size as Derrick’s but not as wide. After the big guy fuck this was a breeze. My ass was sore as hell, but his dick was a lot smaller, so I arched my back and pushed my ass out to meet him. “That’s nice,” he said, and kept pumping. I looked back and saw Derrick was standing a little further back, guess he was watching for anyone else. Marcus kept fucking and soon picked up his pace. “Damn,” Marcus said as he shot into my ass. He pulled his cock out and without being asked I turned around, got on my knees and licked him clean. “Good huh?” Derrick asked. Marcus said, “It’s OK, look here’s your Special, I got to get back to the corner.” I pulled up my pants and was sort of disappointed. Well fuck, he did not seem all that into it. I told Derrick I was sorry and he said “Fuck it, who cares what that youngin thinks. He shot his nutt, he gave me a discount for the Special so we’re good.” We then walked back to the motel. When we got back in the room Derrick lit the pipe for us again, and got the high going. “I liked hearing you cry out. Made me horny as fuck, you know? And damn, seeing your hole all red and swollen after my man raped it. Let me look at it again,” Derrick said. I took my pants off and bent over as he sat at the table. He ran his fingers around my hole, probing at it, sticking one, then two fingers in. I pulled away a little as I was pretty sore now. “Still nice and red, here, taste Marcus’ cum,” as Derrick held out his fingers, glistening with gobs of cum, tinged slightly pink. I slurped on his fingers and he moaned. “Hmm, yeah like it when I hear that hole being hurt, sounds of a good pussy, and gets me so fucking hard, bend over.” So I bent over the side of the bed, Derrick slid his pants down, got behind me, and shoved his dick – dry – into my ass. It resisted and he pushed harder, scraping my insides as he pushed in. “Like that? Feel that hurt? Let me hear you cry, Hmmm….” Derrick said as he fucked. Then he started like the big guy did, pulled all the way, slammed through the outer ring, pulled out and did it again. He was not as big, but I was still sore, so it still hurt and I whimpered and cried out a little each time. “Yeah, make it hurt, hmmm.” Derrick did that for a few minutes then pulled out. Damn – he didn’t cum. “You sure you still want some more?” Derrick asked, I said yes, so he said, “Alright, think I know where I might run into something. Going to see who’s around down the road a bit where some folks hang, got any more cash on you? but first, here,” as he grabbed the pipe, put in some fresh rock and lit it up. He then he got dressed, grabbed his keys and left. So I opened a beer, sat on the bed, pulled the blanket over me and watched TV. Derrick was gone about an hour and I was starting to sober up and feel tired as the rock did not last, but then I heard his keys in the door and he came in, followed by another guy. This guy was about Derrick’s size and about same age I guess. He had on just a t-shirt with a basketball logo, which seemed strange since it was not really warm out. Derrick said, “My man here just got out of DC jail yesterday. He was hanging out down off 5th Street and he’s looking to warm up, freak and make a little something. I gave him your $40 and told him what I wanted.” With that the other guy said “Hey, what’s up?” I almost laughed, I assumed he knew what was up, but said just having fun. Derrick lit up the pipe, handed it to the new guy, then to me, then he took a few hits. He then passed it around again and then back to me. We were out of Coke, so Derrick handed the new guy some change and asked him to go grab a couple from the soda machine up near the front. The guy left the room and Derrick said, “I made him show me his dick first, he’s got a big one, not as big as the other one, but big, so you gonna feel it. He said he only fucks fags for money, so that’s why I had to give him the cash, OK? OK. He’s gonna do what I like, so you open up again, here take some more hits.” I had just finished up a hit when the guy knocked, Derrick let him in, and offered him another hit. “You ready?” Derrick asked, I nodded yes, and the new guy took off his sneakers, his t-shirt, and his pants. Very nice body, total v-shaped torso, a few cool tattoos, and a nipple ring in his left nipple. Woof! His dick was already hard, so I just got doggy style on the bed and moved the bottle of lotion beside me. “No,” Derrick said, “Move down a little so I can watch, and no lotion, just want him to use spit to fuck you, you cool with that man? Like we talked about?” The new guy said, “Sure,” and I hit the poppers and braced for it. He was not as large as the big guy, but still a pretty big dick, bigger then Derrick’s for sure and while my ass was open and used, my outer ring still resisted his first push. This time there was no mercy, he forced through my outer ring, passed the second and was balls deep. I yelped really loud and swore even louder knowing Derrick wanted that, and when I did the new guy slapped my ass and said, “Shut up faggot.” What the fuck? Derrick then started in, “Yeah man, rape that faggot ass, make that hole bleed man, rape that faggot and show him who’s in charge, fuck it HARD!” The new guy then started slapping my ass hard, alternating hands, as he pushed his dick in so I could feel his low hanging balls slap my ass and then pulled it all the way out of my ass. He did the same thing Derrick had done before, pulled all the way out, slammed it back through the hole. Again, I felt like my ass was being torn, it was so dry, and every time I yelped or cried out he would slap my ass harder and say, “Shut up faggot.” Derrick kept urging him on, “Rape it, rape that white pussy for me, make that pussy bleed, come on now, slap it, fuck it, fuck that faggot!” The new guy obeyed and continued to tear me up and slam my ass, which was stinging from his hits, but at the same time was turning me the fuck on! His slaps on my ass picked up, and the new guy said, “Fucking faggot, take my cum!!!” and he shot his load. His pace slowed, but did not stop, as he worked his cum up my ass. He slowly pulled out, then he reached down, lifted my left leg, and flipped me onto my back. He scooted me back further onto the bed and crawled up on the bed, lifted my legs, and positioned his dick to go back in. Derrick said, “Alright man, how about another hit?” The new guy said, “No, I ain’t done.” His dick was not fully hard so with my legs up against his shoulders he jacked his cock a few times, it got harder, and he guided it back into my ass. DAMN! That angle hurt more than doggy style, as he forced it balls deep, then slowly pulled up, then pushed back, up then back. He leaned forward even further, wrapped both arms around my shoulders and neck and pulled me into him as he jack fucked my ass like a fucking rabbit. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight, holding on for the ride, and I could only grunt and moan as his raw dick continued to make my hole open for him. The new guy then started to kiss my neck, full on mouth and tongue, which surprised me, and Derrick even more. “Alright man, OK, enough, come on, let me get some now, come on.” The new guy slowed, kissed me on the lips hard, deep, and slow, then eased his dick out of my ass. Derrick was right there, put my legs up, and slammed his dick in where the new guy had just been, working the new guy’s cum into me. He leaned down on top of me as he fucked, “Fuck yeah, bleed that pussy, mmm, tear it up for this nutt.” I could not see the new guy, but Derrick did not fuck long at all. He soon pulled off, sat in the chair, and as I sat up saw the other guy was sitting in the other chair with the damned cutest smile. Derrick offered up the pipe, so we all took a few hits and sat there a bit. Derrick got up to use the bathroom and the new guy stepped over to me, bent down, and started kissing me again. “He wanted me to fuck you like that you know? I need the money, so hope I didn’t hurt you.” I said no, I was good, but thanks. It felt really good. He smiled again and said, “You liked it?” I told him I LOVED it A LOT, he had an amazing dick and when he kissed me I just wanted him deeper and deeper as his raw cock felt so good. I did not care how he fucked as long as I had his nice black dick in my ass it was all good. He laughed a little, kissed me some more with his tongue trying to get down my throat and was trying to rub my ass. “Put your legs up,” he said. So I laid back and he quickly had my legs up and his dick buried back in my ass and his tongue down my throat again. “Can I see you, I want to see you?” he asked as he pulled away a little, looked into my eyes, and gave me that wicked cute smile again. I totally melted and I shook my head yes and then we heard the toilet flush and Derrick came back out. “Fuck man, ain’t what we agreed to. Get off,” Derrick said. The new guy kissed me one last time, taking his time before he pulled away, and stood up. Derrick reached into his pants, “Here’s your $40, think it’s time you go.” The new guy said, “Alright, can I have your number?” as he looked at me. Derrick said, “Get dressed,” and got up in the new guy’s face. With that the new guy got dressed, looked around Derrick’s shoulders at me, and left. Derrick seemed pissed. He locked the door, came over, pushed my legs back and slammed in. “Fucking pussy, you’re mine tonight, now beg for this black nutt, beg while I bleed that pussy.” Derrick then pushed my legs back as far as he could and rough fucked. He was grunting, groaning, and sweating now with every thrust. “TAKE MY NUTTT!!” he said as he slammed the last time into my ass. He shivered and his dicked pulsed, and he yanked it out, dropped my legs, then laid on the bed beside me. So, cum tally at the end of part 4 of fun at the seedy motel: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 5 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who tore me up 1 load from Marcus in the alley 1 load from the guy just out jail Stay tuned for part 5 – the Big Man returns for the final fuck fest of the night – can I take it all?

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

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Homophobic abuse during sex, dehumanisation and all that: I love it. Call me faggot, fag, homo, slap me, spit on me, knock me about a bit while you're fucking me, call me boy, girl, bitch, say i'm just a hole or a cunt to you, something to cum in. Fuck yeah, I love all that. Lean into it, get creative, see how nasty your verbal can get with me. I'll take it, I'll love it. But abuse or dehumanise me outside of sex? No fucking way: it's a wild thrill not a lifestyle.

This is the bench I own and love. It is very versatile. With the adjustable middle section, you can kind find a comfortable position for any size bottom. I also like to lower it, so it makes a padded table for fisting. The bench has converters available to hang it from my sling frame either in this position or flat. JimSupport makes long-lasting, well-designed sex furniture.

Completely agree. Turns me on to see the bottom cum hands-free.

That's how I like it too, one guy after another. I love it when the tops look after each other by sharing my hole equally. When the guy that's fucking me says "who's next" is so hot

Part 2: The Trip Down and Invitees/ Hightened Anticipation The next morning I headed to the train for the long ride, very excited for my 9pm start time that night. You know that anticipation of being a cumdump slut. I was already feeling and horny enough that I would have sucked off any guy on that Amtrak. I knew that it was unlikely, so I concentrated on Sniffies in travel mode. As you probably know, you need to have a couple of attendees before your group shows up on a map, so I very actively started inviting guys. One hot, big-dicked latin stud wanted to be first to open me up. He promised to give me a good slow fucking first and feel my ass with no loads, then come back towards the end to fuck me hard and churn up all that cum. Obviously I said yes. The though had me hard the whole train ride. It wasn’t long before I got enough interested in using my hole that my listing turned public. From then on, I spent most of the train ride chatting with tops who wanted to join in and fuck me. I was thrilled at how many guys wanted to fuck my sloppy, cum-filled ass and love that I was going to be plugged in between loads. By the time I got in I had 30 RSVPs, many of whom were very eager to come early. I approved almost every single man who asked, since I said no loads refused. The plan was to be face down and ass up, so it really didn’t matter who fucked me. I did turn away a few who seemed REALLY suspect and few other bottoms. I didn’t want anyone else taking loads. A few guys asked to be first but I already promised that first one who asked.

we're going back to third way clinton politics re: DOMA and DADT on lgbt rights, much like how labour went back to blairite policies. the democrats just don't have any teeth to go on the offensive. we lgbt folks are on our own, even with feckless lobbyist organizations like HRC purporting to defending our rights. we need to abandon social media channels and organize like the days of old.

We need another party pushing back. Where did all the Dem leaders go? crickets.

My guide bred me multiple times per day after that. Only rarely at bedtime. Always bent over a large stump, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His favorite was any stream or pool big enough to skinny dip. I never climbed out without another deposit of his baby makers painting my gut walls. Another month passed and we didn't seem to be getting any closer to our goal of finding the remote tribe let alone the one scout that my guide had met and drank the cum out of years before Then one day I was bent over a large log getting my second pummel fuck of the day. Just as my guide and fucker grunted his orgasm and filled me yet once again I noticed a set of eyes large as saucers peaking through the bush directly in front of me. Before I could say anything the male loin clothe clad native burst out of the bush towards us. As he pealed his cloth revealing a massive quickly hardening piss canon, my guide pulled out and backed away, I’m assumed in shock. The native was quickly sniffing and fingering my dripping hole. Inspection finished he quickly stood and penetrated my vulnerable ass with his massive pole. Grabbing my hair to stabilize me he proceeded to pound the shit out of me. This was figuratively thankfully not having any in me. It was not long before he too was groaning in satisfaction as my insides were flooded with a warm sensation. When he pulled out he grabbed his loin clothe threw me over his shoulder and carried me off into the jungle. I watched in dismay as my guide stood in frozen shock and disappeared in the jungle canopy. After three hours of being carried I was bent over another fallen log, fucked and filled one more time. The difference after this pounding is I was invited to share in a lite meal with my new host. Then we set off walking together. That night we slept by a stream. He pulled me into his bedroll spooned and fucked me. In the morning we washed in the stream and set out for another long day of hiking. For the next five days we followed the daily pattern, bath, hike, fuck, eat, hike fuck, hike, fuck, eat, hike, fuck, hike, fuck, eat, fuck, sleep. Waking in the morning it would all start again. This natives capacity to regenerate loads of cum was astounding! Half way through the sixth day, a morning of which he refrained from breeding me we arrived at what I could only assume was his tribal village. The community I had set out to find in hopes I could observe from a distance and have as little actual contact as possible. A great hue and cry spread as I was led into the central gathering place. I was tied to a structure like a St. Andrew’s Cross facing a raised platform or diase. My captor mounted this and proceeded to give some kind of speech to the entire gathering. Then he jerked himself hard, stuck his cock in my mouth and proceeded to face fuck me in front of the entire gathering. Everyone watched in silence as if this were some sacred ritual. When the flood of his orgasm sleuced down my throat he began the most intense chant. This chant continued until every last adult male deposited their man juice either down my throat or up my ass. I had hopped to study this tribe without any contaminating contact, but here I was the central figure in this orgasmic tribal ritual. Emotionally I was caught up in this bizarre mix of loving the copious sexual attention, yet I had a growing sense of dread. How would this end? My mind and imagination went to the worst. 'They are marinating my body to use me as a human sacrifice. Worse than that I became convinced they had conablistic tendency and my body was slated for their next feast. I figured my nightmare imagination was coming to fruition when my captor picked up a huge sword, stopped his chant and approached me. I fainted. I awoke in a thatch roofed hunt with stunning woven tapestries of mass orgies adorning the walls. I was being gently,even lovingly sponge bathed by three naked very androgynous looking young men. Before they finished one left and returned with the most masculine, beautifully man I had ever seen in my life. My three bathers proceeded to help this man out of his royal looking regalia and lavish head dress. When the two of us were finally alone he looked into my eyes with the most intense none threatening gaze. He held this until some semblance of understanding clicked in me and I nodded. I knew I was giving consent, but to what I had no idea. It didn't take long to find out. This naked god of a man approached me, lifted and spread my legs. He crouched and sucked the tribes male juices out of my ass before plunging his more than adequate man sword into my prone hole. What followed was nothing short of the most awesome exquisite love making I had ever had in my entire life. It went on for hours and hours only stopping to consume together generous amounts of delicious food brought in by my three naked bathers. How many times this god of a man bred me I cannot tell you, so often I lost track. Blasting inside me one last time I fell into the deep sleep of the dead.

I’ve been lowering my standards like you guys suggested and just being available for booty calls as much as I can. Boy has it payed off. I’m probably swallowing 5 loads a week and taking another 5 in my butt. This past weekend I actually gave 17 bjs and bottomed 19 times. I want more but it’s hard just using Grindr the cool thing is that I have a pic of their cum in my mouth, face, hair or wherever they want to leave it 🙂 I have had a lot of cum in my butt too, I’ve gotten in the habit of taking a dildo after they leave and fucking myself 😆 I’d love to be a cum dump at a party one day but would take some courage and the right people 🙂

Part 6: The Reveal David started out by apologizing that he wasn't upfront with me. He then dropped the bombshell that he was HIV positive and had been off of his meds for about a month. To say I was stunned was an understatement. As my mind processed what he had just revealed it dawned on me that I had joined the gym around a month ago. My mind was saying what the fuck but my cock betrayed me. Instead of being upset like most normal people I got down on the ground on all fours with my ass in the air and begged David to fuck me. Everything changed right there for both of us. David didn't need convincing and as he lined up his cock with my hole he told me to beg for Daddy's cock. I was horny that I did as I was told. "Daddy please fuck my hole with your poz cock and make me yours." I couldn't believe what I had just said. Daddy let out a sinister laugh before plunging his cock into my waiting hole. Fuck I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Daddy was fucking me with purpose and my own cock was swinging freely. I was lost in ecstasy and I started spraying cum everywhere underneath me. Daddy had made me cum again without touching myself. I knew I was going to get pozzed and I wanted it. I wanted to be Daddy's fuck boy from now on. My ass muscles were so weak that my orgasm had no effect on Daddy. He just kept fucking me through my orgasm. After a good twenty to twenty five minutes Daddy pulled out and had me get on my back. He put my feet on his shoulders and sank his cock back into my hole. As his cock slipped back into my gaping hole his cock rubbed against my prostate. Oh my god what a feeling. Daddy was keeping me cock drunk and I didn't want it to end. Daddy was a fucking machine. My cock didn't get hard again but as his cock rubbed against my prostate I had an orgasm that shook my whole body. And it seemed it wouldn't stop. This sent Daddy over the edge as he told me to get ready to be impregnated. I couldn't speak as he let out a demonic growl and his cock exploded in my hole. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Daddy just kept cumming as he fucked his cum deep into my hole. Once he finished he let my legs down and just sat back. We were both covered in sweat and panting hard. Once Daddy calmed down he told me not to move. He disappeared for a few minutes and I must have dozed off that quickly. When I awoke Daddy had put my cock in a chastity. I wasn't upset. In fact I loved it. Daddy mentioned he needed to piss and I got his approval when I, shocked by my own thoughts, asked Daddy to mark his property. He then stood up and hovered over me as he pissed all over my body. As he finished I got up on my knees and put his cock in my mouth as he pissed a little more down my throat. I cleaned his cock like a good boy and once Daddy was satisfied he told me to follow him back inside. But I wasn't allowed to walk. I had to crawl on my hands and knees which was so erotic. Once in the living room with my hole dripping Daddy inserted a butt plug to insure my pregnancy.

I know I certainly feel more connected to the tops that have managed to breed straight into my boi womb

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

68 yo sub/bondage/bottom in Monmouth County . Profile off line at the moment ( my fuck up ) only way to reach me is via email. 514abmlr@protonmail.com. I have a strong fetish for Total Tops who enjoy being with eager to please subs. Nothing can come close to the thrill of being tied & securely gagged spread eagle on a bed with a total on line stranger. What could possibly go wrong ? Love to find out. Scott

Enjoying the story, Mjkuhl. I love that Tom is taking loads. And, also, that Coach just milked him of his stud sperm, so that it can be put to better use. 😈 As long as Jan doesn't get anymore of it. 💦🤤

Thanks again to all the comments on here. I really do appreciate all the feedback and really welcome any input from people on here. However, I do need to make a bit of a side note to a few people on here. I have a busy life outside of this website. In fact, I just got off a 12 hour shift before posting this. If I don't respond to a message, or post on here fast enough to your liking, I'm sorry, but there are other stories on here to read. Pestering me won't get you a faster story. I like to take my time and really flesh out a story, and some people probably don't realize I re-read, edit, double and even triple-check each chapter for days after writing it. Also, I have my reasons for not replying daily to DMs. I try to reply to them at least once a week. So please don't take it personal if I take longer for DMs. For those who know me a little better, they know where to find me when I'm online. Anyways, enjoy! It's a longer chapter! ---------------------------- Part Three: Acceptance My heart started thumping hard as I told Mike my deepest, darkest desire. Would he reject me? Worse yet, laugh in my face? Time felt like it had slowed down until I looked up at his bearded face and watched as what had to be one of the most evil-looking smiles spread across his face. It was at that moment that I knew without a doubt I had hit the figurative jackpot. “Well, fuck….” Mike said, letting his smoke drift out of his mouth in the sexiest way, before reaching down and beginning to rub my hard dick through the pouch of my jockstrap, “I definitely think we can make that happen.” I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as I felt his hand groping my dick and balls. “So, boy,” he said, taking another puff of his pipe, and then blowing the smoke in my face, “You smoke?” “Not really…” I replied, again nervous that this sex god in front of me would laugh in my face or decide it wasn’t worth his time, “I mean I’ve tried to smoke cigarettes while drunk before, and a cigar once… but I didn’t get very far. I was kinda hoping that maybe you’d be willing to teach me and shape me into a smoker.” “Damn,” he said, grinning even larger, “So I essentially got myself a real smoke virgin?” I nodded, not sure how else to answer. He let go of my dick and balls and stepped back. “Well, I suppose I could turn you into a real smoker tonight,” he pondered aloud, “Hell, I’m more than willing to turn you into the twisted little piggy you want to be. But that means you’ll do everything I say, no argument.” Again, I nodded. I was speechless, this man, the smoking sex god of my dreams, not only was going to make me a smoker but also turn me into a full pig. Had I died and gone to heaven? Or was I going to wake up from a wet dream at any moment? “Yes or no, boy,” Mike demanded, taking his pipe out of his mouth and pointing the stem at me sternly, “I need an answer.” “Fuck… um, yes!” I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other men in the dressing room. “Good answer, pig boy,” he said, walking away. I stood there stupidly for a second. Why was he leaving? Was he just joking? What in the actual fuck? All those thoughts and more raced through my head as he continued walking away. Suddenly, Mike stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You coming or not, fucker,” he asked, taking a massive draw on his pipe before shooting a massive nose jet. I jumped with a start, and after quickly making sure I had my key and had shut my locker, rushed to follow after him, enjoying the smell of his smoke drifting behind him. Soon enough, we were at another set of much larger lockers in a different part of the locker room. I watched as Mike reached into one of the pockets on his vest, procuring a key and opening what I assumed to be his locker. I stood silently as he began taking off his pants, revealing what had to be one of the biggest pierced and uncut cocks I had ever seen. “Like what you see, slut?” Mike asked, grabbing his dick and shaking it at me. “Jesus, your dick is… just wow,” I said, imagining that monster pounding away inside of me, destroying my insides before unloading deep in my guts. Mike let out a soft chuckle, before turning around and setting his pipe in the locker. Behind him, I could see several bottles of poppers, some toys and plugs, and what looked like a few jars of pipe tobacco, several large bowled pipes, a carton of Marlboro Reds, and a small humidor full of cigars. I continued watching as he stripped out of his jacket and hung it in the locker, revealing even more tattoos. Fuck, this man is so fucking sleazy and sexy, I thought to myself, slowly letting my hand drift to my cock. I looked at all the different tattoos, imagining myself getting covered in them as well. “We won’t be having any of that now, boy,” he said, turning around and holding up a stainless steel chastity cage, looking at me touching myself, “I figured we’d keep you nice and horny all night. The only way you’re going to cum is from your ass getting wrecked.” I could only nod, as he continued to rummage around in the locker, grabbing one of those familiar red and white packs. Suddenly, a slightly older, hairy, and slightly overweight but still muscular Hispanic guy walked up, his face covered with a five-o-clock shadow, and smoking a cigarette. He took a quick look at me and then slapped Mike on his back. “Hey, fucker,” he said, a slight Hispanic accent coming through in his deep voice, “ ready for another fuck fest tonight?” Mike laughed, grabbing the guy’s beefy ass and shaking it. “I’m sure you already have a few loads up there already,” he said, before nodding over at me, “This here is Dillon. Dillon, this twisted fucker is Pedro.” I smiled at Pedro, not sure what to say. As I began to look at the tattoo on his stomach, Pedro suddenly walked up to me, Red dangling in his mouth, and in a split second, pulled me into a bear hug, his hand quickly making its way down my back to my asshole. “Damn baby, you’re one cute little fucker, eh,” he asked, slowly massaging my entrance with his rough index finger. I couldn’t lie, it felt amazing. So much so, that I started to moan. “Hey now,” Mike said, slapping away his hand, “This slut is mine. I’m gonna be turning him into the smokey cum pig of his dreams.” With that comment, Mike winked at me, before opening a pack of Reds himself and lighting it up. “Damn,” Pedro replied, quickly releasing me and drawing hard on his Red, “Too bad. Would have loved to sample that tight fuck tunnel.” “Don’t worry, fucker, you’ll get to do more than just sample it later tonight,” Mike replied, slapping his hand on Pedro’s shoulder, “This one wants the full experience.” “Fucking nice,” Pedro laughed, “I’ll definitely save a huge load of my special sauce for that sweet ass.” With that, Pedro walked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke in his wake. “Follow me,” Mike said, snapping me out of my slight fuck haze, and we began walking to the bathroom part of the locker room. — Quickly, we walked up to one of the urinals. “Going to need to get that dick calmed down,” Mike said, showing me the chastity cage as he talked, “Then we can get this on and let the real fun begin.” “Oh, um, how do we do that,” I asked, unsure. “Consider this lesson one, pig,” he said, grabbing my dick and aiming it at my chest, “Try and piss.” Suddenly, it made sense to me. Pissing would make me soft, and thus be able to get the cage on me. And I’d also get to experience piss play in the process. I nodded and slowly began to relax, trying to will myself to start peeing. At first, nothing happened. As time slowly went by I began to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform, and that would be the end of the night. But then, I felt Mike grab my balls tightly and squeeze almost to an uncomfortable level. Suddenly I felt my bladder win the battle, and with a force I didn’t even know I had, began spraying myself in the face with a steady stream of hot, yellow piss. “Open that toilet mouth, boy,” Mike commanded, “Get a nice taste of that boy piss so it doesn’t go to waste.” I complied and felt as my piss was quickly aimed at my mouth. Salty and a tiny bit bitter was the first thing to come to mind, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Not too bad really, something I should have tried sooner. Filling my mouth fill up, I closed my mouth and gulped. I was doing it, I was drinking my own piss. I continued to fill my mouth up, with Mike aiming my slowly softening dick, and then gulp down each mouthful. Soon enough, my bladder was empty, piss barely dripping out of the tip of my now soft dick. In a flash, Mike deftly put the cage on my cock, locking it up almost before I even knew what was happening. It looked rather hot in my mind. My dick was slightly too small for the cage, but not overly uncomfortable. Just enough to remind me it was there. “Good boy,” Mike said, checking out his handiwork before moving his hand up to my stomach, rubbing it, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell you to gulp your piggy piss.” I smiled at his showering of twisted affection, proud of myself for having done what I should on my path to being a total pig. Standing up, Mike pulled me close, wiping a few remaining drops of piss from my face before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. He leaned down and locked lips with me. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt his tongue licking at my lips. Opened them, and felt as he began to slide his tongue over mine, breathing a lung full of smoke into me. He began pulling away, and I immediately missed his smoky tongue rubbing against mine. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at me. “Hold the smoke in boy,” he said, rubbing his thumb on my nipple. I did what he said, and just when I couldn’t hold it any longer, he continued. “Now blow that smoke in my face, pig.” I did, marveling at how much thick smoke poured out of my mouth and nose. I was doing it. I was really smoking. “Fucking nice,” he exclaimed, pinching my nipple and causing me to moan. I felt my cock began to stir again, only this time it was stopped, held in the metal confines of my cage. “I don’t think we need to go slow,” he continued, pulling out the pack of Reds and getting another in his lips. Pulling out the lit one from his mouth after putting the pack back, he held it up to the unlit one, puffing it quickly to life. He then pulled it out and put it up to my lips. “Open up, boy,” he said, rubbing it on my lips. Part of me was screaming in the back of my mind, saying I should stop. That smoking is such a bad habit. That I could just stop everything and go home. Mike though grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. I opened my mouth, and let him place it in, before wrapping my lips around the cigarette. “Last time you hesitate, boy,” he growled, releasing his grip on my now throbbing nipple, “Don’t forget, you said you’d do everything I tell you. And in exchange, you’ll become the pig you dream of being.” I nodded, mentally kicking myself for nearly blowing it. “Now boy, I want you to take a mouthful of smoke in and hold it in your mouth,” he said, holding me against him, rubbing my ass gently. I complied, surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of the smoke filling my mouth. I had no idea why the last time wasn’t nearly as good as this unless the kinkiness of the entire situation was adding to it. “Now open your lips just slightly, and take a breath in,” he continued, grabbing my ass and massaging it, “Don’t let it fall out of your mouth. Once you take in your breath, I want you to hold it and let that smoke saturate your virgin lungs.” I followed his instructions, feeling the slight burn as the harsh smoke flooded my lungs. Holding the smoke in my lungs, I felt the urge to cough slowly disappear, and my dick begin to stiffen even more, now trapped and throbbing almost painfully in the cage. “Now let it out through just your nose. Give Daddy a nice nose jet,” he said, his finger slowly drifting to my asshole. Again, I did exactly as he said, amazed at the amount of smoke billowing out of my nose. “Now keep doing that over and over, pig,” he said, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talked, “I want to see you smoke that whole thing to the butt.” I smiled and nodded, repeating everything he had told me. While we smoked, I felt him slowly working a finger into my tight asshole. Occasionally, he’d motion at me to follow him in removing my smoke, and we’d make out, swapping the smoke back and forth as I felt his rough finger slowly probe deeper into my virgin ass. It was quickly followed by a second, and as he worked them both deeper, his fingernails catching occasionally, causing me to wince slightly each time. “Fuck yeah, smoke that red down while I rough up that sweet boy hole,” he growled in approval, pulling out his fingers only to spit on them and then go back to fingering me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers curl slightly, rubbing up against what I could only guess was my prostate. I instinctively sucked hard on the cigarette, flooding my lungs with smoke. I fought back the urge to cough, grabbing at my caged dick in a futile attempt to relieve myself somehow. “Hold in that lungful, pig,” he muttered, his fingers digging deeper into that magical spot deep inside my ass, “No coughing. Don’t forget we’re making you a real smoker.” I nodded, looking down at my cock trying to distract myself. My cage dick was leaking a steady trail of precum, which was slowly puddling up on the ground. Finally, the urge to cough passed, and I let out a massive cloud of thick smoke from my mouth and nose. “Yeah, bud, flood those virgin lungs,” he said, continuing to work his fingers deeper, scratching at the walls of my guts, “We’re gonna really fuck those lungs tonight.” I groaned at his assault on my ass, taking the hint and taking one direct lung inhale after another. I began to really feel a buzz, and before I knew it, I realized my Red was smoked down to the butt, the heat just licking at my lips. Pulling the butt out of my mouth, Mike removed his fingers from my ass and began to gently push down on my shoulder. I looked quizzically at him, letting him push me down to the floor, my knees resting on the cold tile. “Daddy’s gonna empty his bladder in his boy, and then we’re gonna move to the next lesson,” he answered, shaking his semi-hard cock at my mouth. Relaxing my jaw, I let him pull my jaw down with his thumb and waited until his piss began to spray into my mouth. “Here it comes,” Mike groaned, grabbing both sides of my head as his piss was suddenly spraying the back of my throat, “Gonna make you a real human urinal, you fucking pig.” My mouth was flooded. It was different from mine, but for some reason, I felt like it tasted better, even with it being a lot stronger than mine. I quickly wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, eager to catch every drop. I felt my stomach slowly bloat out as I kept gulping down as fast as I could, amazed at the sheer volume he had in him. Finally, the stream started to slow down, and I felt him running his hands through my hair. “Gooooood boy…” he cooed, Red dangling out of his mouth and he looked down at me, a happy expression on his face, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell his pig boy not to waste any precious piss.” I smiled around the large dick in my mouth, proud of myself in a perverted way. Convinced that he was done, I pulled off his cock, and wiped my mouth. I gladly accepted another Red, which Mike placed into my mouth. Bringing a lighter up to it, I drew hard as he brought the flame to the tip, bringing the ember to life as smoke streamed down my throat and deep into my lungs. I let out a deep sigh, smoke billowing as I felt the familiar rush of nicotine flooding my body. I grabbed his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it, relishing the heat and heft in my hand. “Come on fucker,” he said, helping me up before spanking my ass hard, “You passed the first round of becoming a nasty fucking pig. Let’s keep going.” I followed him happily, leaving my own trail of smoke as he led me out of the bathroom, and on to my next trial.

I never mentioned but I did go back in late July to see the maintenance guy in the apartment building same deal as before walked down to the boilers. So him and a couple of the spanish workers were there and he had me strip on the dirty floor and the other guys pushed me to the work bench chained my leggs and chained my hands together and the chain got attached to clamps. So now i was bent over the dirty as hell work bench. There were tools and some things they were working on. The maintenance guy said he will be right back. When he left one of the workers spread my cheeks and started to eat my ass as the others were talking in Spanish laughing. The room was so hot and smelly of oil and grease with the loud sounds it was hot. Then he got up spit on my hole and started to fuck me hard. The other workers were shouting in Spanish. He went fast and blew a load in me as another pulled him away and jumped in. He pumped and I heard the maintenance guy say I was supposed to be 1st. He walked over to me and watched his worker fuck me as he rubbed my back. He blew his load and the maintenance guy had grease all over his hand grabbing my ass spread my cheeks and said what a mess. He rubbed his greasy hands all over my ass as he started to fuck me. He went wild grabbed my hips and pushing in hard till he exloded in me. He walked back and said something in spanish and someone else came up to me and he went right in and pumped for about 1 minute and he was done fast.lol Then someone suck something in my hole and thrusted in and out a few times. The maintenance guy came up to me unhooked the chains and got me up i saw my stomach was covered in grease and grime. I got turnd around and one of the workers came up to me and grabbed my cock and i got lifted on the work bench by two of them so my feet were hanging. The guy never let go of my cock and i saw it was all dirty from his hands he started to suck me as he was squeezing my balls very hard I actually had to laid down and enjoyed the sucking as two others watch. I blew a load and they walked away. I got off the work bench and looked for my clothes one of the guys said in broken english they are in the office and pointed. So I walked naked past the boilers to the small office by the back stairs. The floor was so dirty and i opened the door and the maintenance guy was sitting there. My clothes were on a chair by some guy sitting there with his cock out and hard. The maintenance guy said we watched you get sucked and walk naked over. Now you need to suck my friend. I got on my knees and sucked him till he blew. I got up and he said boy are you dirty as they both laughed. I got dressed and they said lets do it again. Got home my clothes were ruined and I sat on a bag so I didnt get grease on my seat of the car. It took a long time to get cleaned up in the shower. Fast forward a few weeks I went the the building to see if he was there and saw one of the workers and asked if he was around. He said he go fired. They saw what was going on there. I bet my 2 times were on the security cameras. Or he has been doing this for awhile and got caught. What a shame it was so friggin hot to get all dirty like that!

Last Halloween I got fucked by a buddy bent over a picnic table on the grounds of a haunted house/trail after it closed. We were both working there as volunteers. Hot thing is that there was a male/female couple fucking alongside us. Any place I want to... in NYC there is a place called Paddles. I love BDSM and being on display while getting fucked. I've always wanted to end up in a scenario with a lot of rope around me and a lot of cum running out of me. Someday I'd like to compile a list of the hottest BDSM destinations in Europe and do a whirlwind tour.