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I pulled into the car park of the sauna, switched off the engine and sighed as I viewed the big two story building. Here I was again, knowing I shouldn’t, knowing the risks and yet enable to resist the urge, the need to degrade myself. I was absent from work because it was wednesday afternoon on no towels day, which meant the sauna would be full of naked men. It also meant that the men who were there at this time would likely be older, sleazier and more likely to carry the bug. There was something about naked day which attracted men who were, shall we say, uninhibited. I rang the bell and was buzzed in. The bored guy at the desk took my money and said “no towels today. If you need one you have to come and ask. OK?” I nodded, feeling the viagra I had taken earlier beginning to kick in. “Also, there’s no free condoms only sachets of lube. Condoms have got too expensive to give away.” I nodded again, feeling the excitement at what that meant by the stiffness in my pants. I took the key and walked down a short corridor to the area with a lot of wooden lockers. There were a couple of men there. One was quite tall, naked as he closed his locker and sporting a large, dangling cock with a cockring around its base. He sauntered out without acknowledging me. The other was an old, smooth skinned man chubby man with a pink face. He could have been anyone’s grandad, probably was. Now, naked, he put one fat leg up onto a low bench in the changing room and rubbed lube into his arsehole. Then he smiled at me and I watched his flabby buttocks disappearing round the doorway and wondered how long before he got what he wanted between them. I stripped off and put my clothes in the locker. My cock rose stiffly against my belly as I stood there naked and ready for what was to come. The building was on two levels with play areas above and a pool with a small cafe on the ground level. But there was a third level. A basement. Dark, smelly, hot and the haunt of men who wanted only sex, nearly always bareback, and almost totally anonymous. I walked out totally naked, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Beyond the changing room was an open area with a wide staircase going up to the next level. A couple of nude men came down laughing together and went into the coffee area behind me. Beyond the stairs was a door. The door to the basement. Each time I came, I told myself I wouldn’t go into the basement. I would be more careful, more choosy what I did and who with. Despite everything, I was still negative and I should stop being stupid before my luck ran out. And yet…. I went through the door. Beyond was a small corridor with narrow stairs leading down. The lower area was pitch black. I hesitated at the top, then felt my control going. I’m so weak, I thought, reaching down to my key on elastic around my ankle and the couple of sachets of lube held there. I took one, tore it open, then smeared the lube between my bum cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I headed down the staircase. At the bottom, the dim light from above revealed some padded benches along the wall and and a screen wall on the other. I made my way forward, hand sliding along the screen wall as it got darker. Then I felt the entrance and stepped into complete darkness. It was damp and hot in the space. I stopped as I heard movement ahead of me where from previous experience I knew there was a padded bench at the rear. Movement, gasping and grunting which made me shiver with excitement. I moved forward slowly, questing with my hand. Suddenly, I bumped into someone, sweaty naked flesh against mine. “Sorry” I whispered. They just grunted as I moved on until my hands encountered the PVCcovered bench and the bodies engaged on it. There was someone bending forward and my hands swept over a big, flabby body thrusting against them from behind. Tits with thick rings wobbled on the guys chest as he fucked the other man and I felt his heavy, sweating backside moving in and out. My hand got between them, pushed down and felt the heavy cock moving in the greasy arsehole. He was barebacking him. As I discovered this, the guy was carrying out his own exploration. His hand slid down my back, over my buttocks and a thick finger pushed into my hole. He grunted softly, sliding his finger in and out. I gasped, but could not resist pushing back to meet it. His hand withdrew, slid up my back and pushed me firmly forward and down until I felt the bench beneath my chest. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt him get behind me, steady my hips and then his heavy cock was sliding up me. I gasped with pleasure and pain as he sank into me. A hand came round my face with a bottle. I sniffed at the poppers and felt myself give way, opening up to his thrusts. “Oh christ” I thought “I want this soo bad.” Someone got onto the bench. The man I’d bumped into? His cock probed my face and I turned sideways and began to suck the slimey shaft. I felt the other man lever himself off the bench and leave as the big man in me began to thrust more urgently in my arse. No words had been exchanged. No connection made, just a bare cock up inside me which was about to spurt without regard to the consequences. “Yeah!” He whispered. “Gonna cum!” I pushed back. He took it for my acceptance and pushed deeply into me. He grunted, his cock swelled and throbbed and I knew I was being bred with his sperm as he orgasmed.. At the same time, the guy in my mouth squirted sperm across my tongue which I swallowed eagerly. I was lost. They both pulled out of me. The guy got off the bench and left. The big guy pulled his cock out of my arse and slapped it. “Cheers.” He whispered. “Now you’re fucked.” Then he padded off into the darkness leaving me gasping and sobbing with pleasure. I had done it again. Despite my best intentions, I had bred in the dark like an animal.

I lay on the bench in the dark, contemplating my next move. I felt the wetness oozing from my bottom and the slimey PVC beneath my chest and began to feel my anxiety lessen. It was too late now. With a bellyful of sperm already, I might as well throw caution to the winds and take whatever happened. There were footsteps on the stairs and voices. I waited to see if they came into the dark room but they didn't. After a while, I heard panting breath and bodies moving against plastic so I levered myself up and decided to investigate. Rounding the screen wall, I saw three guys on the bench at the bottom of the stairs, their skin a ghostly white in the dim light. One was on his back being ridden by a middle aged, thin guy I recognised from previous visits. I also knew he was poz as he had told me he was on a previous occasion as we chatted on a sofa upstairs. On that occasion, I had declined his offer to have sex as I was still scared of the consequences. "Hi" I whispered. "How are you?" He leaned forward so I could see the glistening cock in his arse "All the better for having a cock up me!" He smiled. "That's my mate, David" He indicated the third figure who was a plump, sweating old man with a large paunch beneath which he stroked a sizable erection as he watched the action. ....to be contd.

Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance. His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck. Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled. Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir. “Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock. Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes. For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!” Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock. “Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!” Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads. Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday. “Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell. He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling. The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him. “Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face. “Fuck you’re cute!” “Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.” “Thanks boy.” …boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard. “What you looking for on here boy?” “Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.” “This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person. “That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass. “You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?” “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.” “I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.” “I want it!” “Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address. Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded. “See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him. Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.

I know first time stories are a bit of a cliche but a few guys have asked me about mine so I thought it would be best to post it here. I don't think I'm allowed to say this is a true story according to the rules so I'll let you decide for yourself. In the mid 2000's my hormones were raging and I was constantly horny, like any other lad my age I suppose. By this stage I had already had some experience with other guys close to my age but blowjobs were as far as we'd gone - I had never had anal sex, and I had never been with an older man. It was summer and I was over at my best friend's house for a barbecue. It was more of a family day for them but they also invited some friends of the family, like me. Another of those family friends was named Adam - he was friends with my friend's older brother. He was in his early 20s with dark hair and tanned skin, and he was a skater. We had been around each other a few times before at events like this and I thought he was a hot guy, but we had never spoken or paid attention to each other. I also knew he had a girlfriend so I assumed he was straight. For some reason the energy between us was different this time though. He caught me staring at him a few times and I noticed him staring back. It was one of those classic situations where there was a certain mood in the air between us but we were both too nervous to break it. He was older than me and despite my previous encounters I didn't fully understand the subtleties of flirting yet. It was unexpected and exciting but I still didn't expect anything to come from it. Later in the afternoon it was time for me to leave. I was saying goodbye to my friend and his family when I noticed Adam was getting ready to leave too. I was planning to walk home because I didn't have my license yet and my house wasn't far away but somehow we figured out he was heading in the same direction, so he offered me a lift home. The electricity in the car was palpable - I had never experienced anything like this before. He asked me for directions to my house, and - doing my best to be casual but suggestive - said something like "take the next left, or keep going down this road if you want to mess around". He kept driving. We drove for a few minutes and he pulled off onto a dirt road which led nowhere - where we'd be safe from anyone driving by. I was nervous but he seemed more nervous than I did, which gave me a strange sense of confidence too. "You can't tell anyone about this" he told me, "especially not Christine" (his girlfriend). We got into the backseat and started stripping each other. As soon as his undies were off I dived head first onto his cock. He was a good size at 7 inches or so, and he was uncut - which was exciting for me. I'd never been with someone who was uncut except for when I was much younger. This was the first fully developed uncut cock I'd had. He tasted clean but musky, I fucking loved it. While I sucked him he reached back and rubbed my asshole. After a while I sat up and asked if he wanted to fuck me - he was breathing heavily from the bj as he nodded, but then said "fuck I don't have a condom with me". I said "don't worry about it". He seemed to think about it for a few seconds but then reached into one of the pockets on the back of the front seat and pulled out a bottle of lube. I guess I wasn't going to be the first fuck this backseat had seen. I don't remember telling him I was a virgin but he seemed to know, either through intuition or some other way. I lay on my back with my legs raised while he fingered me for a few minutes to lube me up. The backseat was uncomfortable and the car was hot, but I was too horny and excited to care. Finally he moved into position and I could feel his cockhead against my asshole. I remembered to relax and push out from the time I'd spent fingering myself and using vegetables or whatever else I could find to fuck myself with. I distinctly remember the tip of his foreskin touching my ass and feeling it roll back as he pushed forward. I never expected to actually feel his foreskin roll back over his cockhead as he pushed into me, but I did. It took us about a minute before his head finally pushed through and entered my asshole. He was thicker than what I was used to and it was an uncomfortable feeling, but not as painful as I expected. He didn't wait long to start pushing the rest of his cock in - I think his nerves about what we were doing and doing it in such a public place were getting the best of him. I wish he had taken more time and let me adjust to his size, but although it was uncomfortable my horniness was overriding most of the discomfort. I don't know why because I was used to playing with my ass, but I remember thinking "wow it really does feel like taking a backwards shit" as I kept pushing out with my rectal muscles while he pushed in. I tried to stay quiet and not sound like I was being a pussy, I didn't want him to think less of me, but I would have grunted and made some sounds which I couldn't hold back. Finally I felt his pubes press against my taint and balls as he bottomed out - another new sensation I hadn't expected. This time he stayed put and gave me some time to adjust. He probably wanted some time to adjust to the feeling of my virgin asshole squeezing his cock too. I remember my asshole twitching and squeezing him and the moans he made each time. After a while he started moving in and out and fucking me properly. Again I remembered thinking it didn't feel as painful as I expected it to feel, although it was still a strange sensation having something move in and out of my ass without me controlling it. I zoned out for a few minutes while I tried to get used to that feeling, and just as I started to feel my muscles relax and that slight burning sensation change into pleasure, he pushed all the way in and shot his load. I was disappointed because I didn't want it to end yet - especially because I was just starting to enjoy it. But I smiled at myself knowing I had a load of cum up my ass. I had jerked off to so many bareback and creampie videos, now it had happened to me. He pulled out and started wiping the lube off his cock with a rag he kept on the floor. Some part of me wanted to wipe it off for him and wanted him to wipe the lube off my ass for me - something about that idea of us cleaning up each other and sharing that intimacy appealed to me, but instead he just passed me the rag when he was done and I cleaned myself up. On the drive to my house we barely said anything to each other, and we never hooked up again. I hoped it could become a regular thing and he'd want to fuck me all the time now that we'd broken the seal, but for whatever reason he wasn't interested. But I had finally gotten fucked and I was so happy with myself for days afterwards. I remember sitting at the dining table eating dinner with my parents that night and feeling my guts rumble as his load moved around trying to get out - I stayed hard the whole time until after dinner when I finally sat on the toilet and jerked off while I farted out the load and lube he left in me. That began my career as a vers bottom in my later teens and early 20s, although I grew into a vers top as I got older. It might not have been a perfect first time experience, whatever that is, but I've used the memories of this first experience as lessons learnt for the bottoms I fuck - especially the first timers. I like being intimate, I like taking my time to make sure he's comfortable, I like learning what feels good for him and teaching them about what feels good for me. I like exploring all the different dimensions of sex beyond just the physical fuck, and I always try to make sure his first experience lasts as long as possible to let him savour and experience those new sensations for the first time. I try to give him the type of first time I wish I had. I've shared those experiences with about 4 virgin bottoms so far and it never gets old.

Went to the “gay beach” in the weekend. When I got there I saw a muscular shorter dude at the back of the beach, where the trail leads into the bushes. He was wearing a speedo and a sun hat. I saw that he saw me and I headed right down the trail into the bushes. He followed me right away. I rolled out my towel and stripped off, to get some “sun”. He walked up and took off his speedo, I grabbed my lube and lubed up his hard cock and my hole. The trees were great to brace against. He hammered my hole for a minute and then slowed down and gave me a reach around for thirty seconds and then got back to the hammering. He alternate hard then slow, hard then slow. After five minutes I looked back and told him it was ok to blow his load. He hammered me for another thirty seconds and then stopped and I could feel his hard cock pulsing deep in my ass. I then walked down onto the beach and lay in the sun for a bit.

@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.”

thanks guys. This was my first story. I basically write down whatever dirty thoughts was on my mind when I was high af then the story sort of got out of hands. I didn't know where to go with the story but I wanted to wrap things up at least so here it is. I may pick up this story again someday but if I do write more. Short stories will probably be better for me unless someone wants to be high with me for days and give me new materials and inspirations in person 😜 Chapter 18 Ben walked toward his dad and looked at his beautiful tanned ass. Just like his uncle and him, they are all naturally blessed with nice round asses. Meaty and bouncy. Ben got on his knees admiring his dad's muscular legs and thighs. He put both of his hands on his dad's ankles and slid his hands up until his hands met right below Henry's tailbone then put both hands flat together and slid down Henry's butt crack slowly. He made sure his fingers glided over Henry's pink hole without penetrating it then his hands came apart and slid his thumbs in on both sides of Henry's inner thighs and pressed his thumbs in firmly before sliding his hands out along the inner part of Henry's thighs and legs. Ben could hear Henry lightly whimpering and his eyes looking right at his dad's hole closely. He has always fantasized about something like this. Never with his own dad but with a daddy who would willingly give up his hole to Ben. It's even better that it's his own dad because he has always thought his dad is hot af. Ben repeated the hand gliding a few more times then Henry sprayed maximum impact on a rag then turned around and handed it to Ben. This is the first time that Ben can tell his dad is high and overtaken by lust. Even though Henry didn't say a word, his facial expression said it all. Ben leaned forward to grab the rag and sniffed it hard then gave his dad a passionate kiss. Their tongue sliding up and down the other’s in their mouth. His dick pressed lightly against Henry's butt crack. By the time they broke their kiss Ben had been raging hard already. Henry proceeded to spay maximum impact on another rag. The two of them held their rag up covering their nose and mouth and inhaled deeply 3-4 times. Henry then put his head down and reached both hands around to spread his cheeks apart. Ben followed his dad's lead and covered his dad's hole with his lips tightly sealed around it and started sucking on it while extending his tongue probing Henry's hole to open up. Henry lightly moaned in a low voice. The only he could feel was his son’s tongue attempting to penetrate his hole. He pushed his hole out to invite Ben’s tongue in. Ben felt his dad's hole widen so he pushed his tongue as deep as it could go then thrusting his tongue back and forth. Henry's reaction tells Ben everything he needed to know. finished up with a strong suction around his dad's hole then signal his dad to turn and lay on his back. He handed the rag back to Henry to refresh the maximum impact and reached for a bong. Ben inhaled as much white smoke as he could and he could see his dad taking several deep breaths through the rag. He put down the bong then lay his stomach flat on top of Henry then locked his lips tightly and exhaled all the smoke into his dad's mouth. He imagined the smoke filling up his dad's lungs. Henry grabbed the back of Ben's head and made out with him passionately. Then he broke the kiss and moved his head toward Ben's dick push it deep into his throat and slowly let out the smoke in his lungs. Ben looked down and was in disbelief that his dad. The person he respects all his life. The person who has been his guardian growing up at this very moment is high and lost in lust with him. His dad had his eyes closed and was focusing on pleasuring him. “Ahh….dad…..fuuuck…..this is so hot” Ben said. He put both of his hands behind his dad's head and moved his pelvis forward. He positioned his knees just above Henry's shoulders touching the floor. Ben held on to his dad's head still and started pumping his cock in his dad's throat violently for a min. Henry sounded like he was on the edge of gagging but he took the face fuck well. He hit the maximum impact so hard earlier that he was completely lost in a trance. He only had one thing on his mind, that was to milk the cock in his mouth. He shaped his lips to a size slightly smaller than Ben's dick head so when Ben retracts his dick out to the edge of his lips, it gives Ben the pleasure of penetrating through the resistance repeatedly. Then again through the resistance in his warm throat. His tongue occasionally twirls around Ben's head, other times focusing on applying pressure on Ben's piss slit, or fully extended letting the clan of Ben's penis slide through the roughness of his tongue. “Oh my god” Ben felt like he could burst anytime now because he has never had a blowjob so great. He grabbed on to his dad's head with both hands and held it in place by putting his weight from top down and just let his primal instinct take control of what he does next until the feeling of a wave his cum exploding. Ben realized what was about to happen. He tried to pull his dick out of his dad's mouth and he violently pulled on his balls hard trying to stop himself from cumming. He wasn't able to stop it completely as the first wave of cum splashed out of Henry's mouth and flicked everywhere but he did manage to keep himself from fully erupting. Ben leaned back on Henry's stomach and was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath for a bit. Henry was licking every drop of Ben's jizz that his tongue could find. At the same time he lifted his legs up and extended his hands to grab onto his feet. "Come on, son," Henry's voice was a gruff encouragement, "I know you're not done." Ben took a deep breath and nodded, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He had never felt so exposed, but something about the way his dad looked at him made him want to push further, to explore the boundaries of his own pleasure. He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at his father's body. Henry's muscular frame was sprawled out on the bed, his legs spread wide, inviting Ben to continue their exploration. With a newfound sense of determination, Ben lowered his head and kissed the inside of Henry's thigh, his heart racing. The scent of manly musk filled his nostrils as he moved closer to his dad's ass. He licked the soft, warm skin tentatively, savoring the salty taste. Henry groaned in pleasure, his hand moving to caress Ben's hair, urging him on. The moment Ben's tongue touched Henry's tight hole, the older man's body tensed. Ben felt a thrill at the power he wielded, and the heat of desire grew in his belly. He lapped and swirled his tongue, listening to Henry's breathy moans as a guide. The taste was foreign, but somehow intoxicating, and he found himself eager to delve deeper, to bring his dad the same pleasure he had just experienced. As Ben's tongue worked its magic, Henry's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. Ben took the hint and pushed his tongue harder, feeling his dad's body relax and open up to him. He moaned against Henry's skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation as he licked and kissed his way around the sensitive area. Then gingerly, Ben slid his index finger into Henry's ass, feeling the tightness give way. Henry's body jerked, and he let out a grunt of pleasure that spurred Ben on. He added a second finger, then a third, moving them in a gentle, rhythmic motion that mimicked the thrust of his tongue. The feeling of his father's ass tightening around his fingers was unlike anything Ben had ever experienced, and he was surprised at his own desire to go deeper. As Ben's hand moved in and out, Henry's eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips began to thrust upward, meeting the invading digits with an urgent need. Ben's cock was now a slick mess, the precum coating it in a clear, sticky sheen. He watched in awe as Henry's body responded to his touch, the muscles of his stomach and chest contracting with every push. The tension in the room grew palpable, and Ben's heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to give Henry everything he had, to show him just how much he loved and desired him. He inserted a fourth finger, the knuckles of his hand disappearing into his father's body. Henry's grip on his own legs tightened, his toes curling as he bore down, urging Ben to go deeper still. Encouraged by the raw, animalistic sounds coming from his dad, Ben grew bolder. He pulled his hand out until only his fingertips remained inside, then, with a deep breath, pushed back in. His hand was slick with lube and sweat, and he felt his entire fist slide in with surprising ease. The feeling was indescribable, the heat and tightness around his hand like nothing he had ever experienced before. Henry's body trembled beneath him, his grunts turning into cries of pleasure. "Fuck yeah," Henry's voice was hoarse, his eyes wild with passion. "Harder, Ben. Fuck me harder." The words sent a jolt of electricity through Ben's body, and he complied, his hand moving with a newfound vigor. He pumped his fist in and out of his dad's ass, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. Henry's moans grew louder, his whole body a testament to the pleasure he was receiving. Ben's own cock was painfully hard again, the head slick and sensitive as it bobbed against his stomach with every thrust of his hand. The room was a cacophony of grunts and wet slaps, the two men lost in their own world of pleasure. Ben's wrist ached, but he ignored it, driven by the need to satisfy his father. He watched as Henry's cock grew even more engorged, the precum flowing like a river onto his stomach. The sight made Ben's own cock throb, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a line from Henry's balls to the base of his cock, then back up again, all while his hand pistoned in and out of his father's ass. The sound of Henry's voice grew more frantic, his cries of "Yes, yes, yes" echoing through the room. Ben felt his dad's muscles tense around his fist, and he knew that the moment was near. He quickened his pace, his hand a blur as he fucked Henry's ass with everything he had. Finally, Ben couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled his hand out, his cock pulsing with need. He stood up, aiming his throbbing member at Henry's hole. With a feral growl, he thrust his hard cock in, feeling the tight warmth of his father's ass envelop him. Henry's legs shot up, his body arching off the bed as Ben pushed deeper. Ben used his shoulder to press Henry's leg back toward him, opening him up even further. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room as Ben fucked his dad like a maniac. He watched in amazement as Henry's warm, tight hole opened up for him, taking every inch of his cock. Henry's moans grew louder, his voice thick with passion as he praised Ben, begging to be pounded even harder. Ben's eyes rolled back in his head, the feeling of being inside his dad unlike anything he had ever experienced. The heat, the tightness, the raw, unfiltered pleasure—it was all too much. He leaned in, kissing Henry deeply as he fucked him. Their tongues danced together, tasting the mix of saliva and precum on each other's lips. Henry's hand found Ben's cock, gripping it tightly as Ben's hips moved in a primal rhythm. Each thrust was met with a grunt from Henry, his body taking the punishment willingly. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. The sheets grew damp with sweat, and their skin grew slick with it. Ben could feel Henry's prostate with each stroke, the way his dad's body tightened around him, and he knew he was getting closer to making him cum. With a snarl, Ben grabbed Henry's leg and pulled it up higher, changing the angle of penetration. Henry's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as Ben hit that sweet spot again and again. The older man's cock was now a deep shade of red, the precum coating it mixing with the sweat that dripped from his body. Ben's own orgasm was building, the pressure in his balls reaching a fever pitch. Their eyes met, Henry's filled with a mix of lust and love that Ben had never seen before. It was in that moment that Ben knew he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But as he stared into his father's eyes, all he felt was the desire to keep going, to push them both over the edge together. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of flesh and passion. Henry's hand reached out, grabbing Ben's shoulder for leverage as he met each thrust with his own, pushing back to take him even deeper. Ben's grip on his dad's leg tightened, his hips moving faster, harder, his cock sliding in and out of Henry's ass like a piston. The room was a blur of motion and sensation as they fucked, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the wet, sloppy noises of their joined bodies. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of sweat, lube, and arousal. Ben's muscles burned, his heart raced, but he couldn't stop. He watched as Henry's cock grew even harder, the precum now a constant stream. He leaned down, capturing the tip in his mouth, sucking greedily as he continued to fuck him. The taste of his dad's precum was like nothing he had ever had, and it only served to fuel his desire further. As Ben felt Henry's body tighten around him, he knew that his dad was close. He increased his pace, his cock slamming into Henry's ass with a ferocity that seemed almost brutal. Henry's moans grew louder, his hips bucking up to meet him, urging him on. Ben could feel the orgasm building in his dad's body, the muscles in Henry's ass clenching around his shaft like a vice. With one final, powerful thrust, Henry's body spasmed, his cock shooting a thick load of cum across his chest. Ben felt the warmth spread through him as his own orgasm hit, his cock pulsing deep inside Henry as he filled his dad with his seed. Ben's cum shot out in thick ropes, coating the inside of Henry's ass. Each pulse sent waves of pleasure through his body as he emptied himself completely into his father. The sight of Henry's face contorted in ecstasy was almost too much for Ben to handle, and he felt his knees grow weak. As Ben's orgasm subsided, he pulled out slowly, watching his cum dribble from Henry's stretched hole. The sight was both mesmerizing and overwhelming, a visual representation of the intense connection they had just shared. Henry lay there, panting, his legs still in the air, a look of pure satisfaction etched on his face. Ben looked down at his own cock, still hard and covered in their combined juices. He couldn't believe how much he had cum, the evidence of their passion coating both of them. Henry's ass looked so used, so thoroughly fucked, and the sight of it only served to turn him on more. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the sound of their hearts beating in their ears. The tension between them was thick, but it was a good kind of tension, the kind that comes after something incredibly intimate and life-changing. With a sigh, Ben collapsed onto the bed beside Henry, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure. He wrapped his arm around his dad, pulling him close, their sticky bodies melding together in a mess of sweat and cum. Henry's hand found Ben's, and he squeezed it tightly, his eyes closed as he tried to process what had just happened. The two of them lay there for what felt like an eternity, the reality of their actions slowly sinking in. Ben had just had the best sex of his life with the one person he never thought he would share this kind of intimacy with—his own father. And yet, as he felt Henry's heart beating against his chest, he knew that there was nothing in the world he would change. Their breathing slowly evened out, the sweat cooling on their skin. Henry turned to face Ben, his eyes filled with a warmth that Ben had never seen before. "I love you, son," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure. Ben's heart swelled with love and affection. "I love you too, Dad," he replied, his voice cracking with emotion.

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.

I was smoking weed and watching porn as usual, but I needed something more. I Loved watching guys take loads in their butts, but one video gave me more. A guy was getting pozzed on purpose. My dick instantly got harder than it ever had before. As I was watching this guy's conversion, I became obsessed with pozzing. I watched every poz verbal video I could find while smoking a shit ton of weed. My brain became highly infected with the need to get pozzed. I got on Grindr, and I found a guy with unknown status. "Hey there Daddy, wanna fuck me raw?" I typed. "I do, but I want you to know that I'm probably poz. I only put my status as unknown on here because I haven't gone to the doctor recently. However, I was confirmed poz before, and I've stopped taking my meds, so I'm a very risky fuck." Daddy warned in his reply message. I moaned. "What if I told you that I have a fetish for getting pozzed?" I typed back. "Get your ass over here right now." Daddy responded. "I'll be right there." I typed. I got to his place, and thankfully his house smelled just as dank as mine. He grinned when he saw me and offered me some weed. We smoked a shit ton together, and headed for the bedroom. We both stripped naked, and Daddy pushed me on the bed. I spread my legs as wide as they would go missionary style. Daddy positioned his rock hard cock at my hole. "This is your last chance to back out. Once I put my dick in your butt, I won't stop until I flood your guts with my toxic seed." Daddy warned. "I want it Dad. I really wanna be poz like you. I want you to fuck me and own me. Please give me your gift" I begged. Daddy grinned. Daddy stuck his dick slowly up my ass. I moaned loudly. I could feel every inch of his rock hard bare cock sliding in and almost out of my butt, but Daddy never pulled all the way out. He thrusted his angry dick balls deep inside of my butt. Daddy placed his forehead against mine. His chest on my chest, we were one connected body. Daddy looked deep into my eyes. "This is the point of no return Boy. I'm going to keep fucking you until I claim you with my poz seed." Daddy said. "Yes Dad, please fuck your poz seed deep inside my butt. I want to take all of it. I want the bug to change my body and my life to serve you as your permanent cumdump." I said. Daddy thrusted harder and faster inside of me. I could feel his dick pushing against my anal walls, and the skin felt so good inside of my butt. I matched his rhythm, fucking his dick with my ass just as much as he was fucking me. "I hope you want this strain, because you're gonna get it" Daddy said. I moaned. "Fuck yes Dad, I really wanna be pozzed. I want you to blow your load inside of me. I want your seed to convert me. I need your disease. I WANT YOUR HIV IN MY BUTT!!!" I yelled. Daddy banged me as hard as he could. The session lasted all night. We just couldn't get enough of my conversion. Daddy was so happy to bring me into the family, and I was so excited to join the poz brotherhood. "I'm going to make you one of our own. You're about to be pozzed for life. I'm going to convert your butt, and you will be too toxic for anyone except for bug chasers and other poz guys" Daddy said. "I want to be pozzed so I can knock up other boys for you Dad" I said. "Oh fuck yeah Son, I fucking Love how twisted you are" Daddy said. "I'm crazy for HIV Dad. The gift is all I think about now. I want you to make me pregnant with your poz babies" I said. Daddy fucked me more and more, his dick sliding deeper and deeper into my butt, past my second ring, his dickhead fully in my guts. The sliding skin felt amazing inside of me. "I'm gonna get you pregnant with my demon sperm" Daddy teased. "Fuck yes Dad, knock me up, get me pregnant, I want you to convert me!" I said loudly. "You better really want it, because it's coming, and there's no turning back" Daddy teased. "Do it Daddy please, give me your demon seed deep inside of my guts! GIVE ME HIV!!!" I screamed. Daddy thrust into my guts, and his dick swelled up in me. "I'M GONNA CONVERT YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "CONVERT MY BUTT!!!" I screamed. Daddy's dick started spasming inside of my butt, and I felt every inch of his dick jerking inside of me. With howls of pleasure, Daddy blasted stream after stream of poz cum deep inside of my butt and guts. I felt every drop of hot toxic sperm shooting inside of me. Daddy kept going. "I can't stop cumming! This has got to be a new record for the biggest, longest load ever! You better really want this, because you are definitely going to be infected for life from this fuck!" Daddy exclaimed. "Fuck yes Daddy, fill my butt all the way up with your cum! I want to be your permanent poz slut!" I said. Daddy held me tight with his dick inside of me for as long as possible. I could feel his cum squish in my ass. Daddy quickly got his butt plug from his dresser drawer. I could feel the cum overflowing from my butt in a big stream. Daddy caught it all with his hand, and he scooped it mack into my butt, along with the butt plug. I moaned. "You will be my poz whore for life now. I've infected you good. If you thought you were horny before, just wait. Your mind is about to be blown with how much you think of getting recharged" Daddy said. "Fuck me forever Daddy" I replied. THE END

Larry and I started chatting online a while before meeting for the first time. I knew from our first chats we had several things in common and our discussions were all over the place, from cooking to sex. Larry's online screen name was "LongLarry" which really intrigued me, how shallow I thought. It was summer time in Portland and Larry and I decided to finally meet up. Larry said that he loved to go to one of the two nude beaches around Portland. I used to frequent Rooster Rock, also known to the locals as 'cock rock', because it was out East and I was normally living on the East side of town. Larry liked to go to the other nude beach, Sauvies Island, that was West of the city. Larry invited me to Sauvies Island . I would come over to his house first and we could carpool out to the island, since parking could be hit and miss. I was pretty excited, and nervous, about finally meeting Larry. I had showered and cleaned out pretty good. I packed a small bag and small cooler with some beer and water. I headed out to meet up with Larry at his house. I had obviously seen pictures of Larry, but this would be my first 'in person' meeting. I knocked on his door and within a minute Larry opened the door and greeted me with a wonderful smile, and image that would be stuck in my head the rest of the day. Larry was wearing a t-shirt, shoes, and skin tight lycra shorts that left NOTHING to the imagination. The reason for Larry's online screen name, 'LongLarry', was obvious right away. His semi hard cock was stretched down his pant leg and very clear to make out. "Great to meet you Tim, please come in. I was just finishing up packing a few things", Larry said. I walked in past him with my bag and small cooler. "Perfect Larry, what do you need help with?". "I am just finishing, but if you want to throw your stuff in the backseat of my truck I will finish up getting ready.". I took my bag and cooler out to Larry's truck and threw my stuff in. When I went back in to help Larry he was just packing up and heading out to his truck as well. "This should be about it, just a small bag inside. I will be right back in". I went into the living room and looked around. I heard Larry come back in and close the door. When I turned around, Larry was standing in the living room and had pulled down his licra shorts, letting his semi hard cock hang loose. It was a thing of beauty. Uncut and nine inches of pure man cock. We had a high mutual attraction, but hadn't really discussed having sex, but I was not complaining at the chance to see, touch, and suck that cock. I moved closer to Larry and immediately sank to my knees. I needed that cock to harden in my mouth and I was not disappointed at all. I reached out an gently grasped his cock and felt the weight of it before bringing it to my lips to taste. All the while Larry's cock continued to grow to full hardness. His hands had drifted to my head as I imagined the scene, me on my knees sucking this gorgeous cock. I am not an expert in sucking cock so I was stroking his big cock while socking on his head, and further, as much as I could. Larry slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth, "let's go upstairs Tim". He didn't need to mention it again. I was up on my feet, squeezed that cock and started walking towards the stairs, which were behind him near the front door. As we got to the stairs I let go of Larry's cock and started unbuttoning my shorts while I climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs was an open bedroom door with a large bed, I assumed this was his room, but waited to be sure. Larry was behind me, cock bouncing all over and passed me while entering the bedroom. Larry's bed was not made I noticed as I stripped down and watched him walk to the other side of the room and strip down as well. We were both naked and I immediately got on the bed, on my back...legs up and parted. I watfched him get on the bed, cock hard and pointing up, now I could see his cock head glistening with precum. Also in his hand I saw a condom. Larry kneeled in front of me and slid that condom over his big cock. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to feel that bare cock in me, but then again we hadn't really discussed fucking or how we felt about raw fucking. So, maybe he wasn't into it. I quickly thought I would have to ask later, if given the chance. Once his cock was covered he applied some lube to my ass and moved in between my legs. I immediately felt that big cock head up against my tight hole. I knew it was going to tight, and probably hurt some, but I wanted that dick in me. Larry was definitely going to reward my ass with that cock. As soon as he had his cock at my hole, he continued to push until my right ass finally opened up, accepting his cock. Larry held my legs up and apart while he slowly fucked me, pushing further and further into me. I looked at Larry and said, "fuck me, baby". Larry didn't respond verbally, but rather pulled his big cock almost all the way out of me and then pushing back in. This started the process and pace of him fucking me faster and faster. My cock was hard against my belly, leaking like crazy, or rather oozing, but I didn't care about cumming. I just wanted Larry to cum for me. I was moaning louder now, "please cum baby". Larry pulled out one last night and shoved deep in me, holding his cock still and letting out a guttural "fuck" as he thickened in me. I knew he was cumming, inside of me in the condom. Then he pulled his cock out, tore off the condom and gave me two more shots of his hot cum all over my balls and ass. Watching that uncut cock ooze the last of his load was so fucking hot. After Larry stopped shaking he said, "fuck that was hot Tim, thank you". Larry started getting of the bed with his used condom. "Still ready to head out to the beach?". I propped myself up on my elbows, noticed my hard cock that was just starting to deflate, "yes, very much so". Watching Larry move past the bed to get me a towel I just stared at his big semi hard cock with his foreskin covering his cock head. What a gorgeous cock. When Larry came back with a warm now, I told him so. "Larry, you have such a gorgeous cock". Larry smiled down at me and reach down for his cock. "Thank you Tim, I do like it and I know it loved fucking you." His cock was still leaking a drop of cum now and then. It was my turn to smile. I cleaned up Larry's cum from my balls and ass, and wiped away the lube from my hole. I got up and got dressed in my shorts again. Larry was already dressed in his lycra shorts, still semi hard, shirt, and sandles. He was certainly ready to go. We finished packing up and headed out to the beach. The drive was pretty quick and the conversation was very casual, really talked about the pros and cons of Sauvies Island since I have never been. We didn't really discuss about Larry fucking me just a short time ago, which was fine with me, as I was just enjoying the day and couldn't wait to be naked under the sun. Larry found a parking spot on the dirt road and we got our stuff to make the hike to the beach. Since I hadn't been there before I followed Larry down the path. As soon as we emerged to the beach, there was immediate sighting of nakedness, but this beach area had both naked men and women and lots of boats. "This is more of the straight nude beach, which is great they have their own area.", Larry said as he turned to the left and walked on. As we walked along the beach you could get the sense we were moving into more of a gay/lesbian area of the beach. A lot of naked lesbians, which I noticed they were very active and making a lot of noise. Then there were more gay men, more and more as we kept going. Now it seemed to be all gay men, which was nice to see. Of all ages and 'sizes'. Unlike the trails and small clearings like Rooster Rock, the other nude beach in Portland, this beach was very open Larry walk a little bit away from the water and found a good clearing for us. "This looks good. Are you ok being up from the water?", Larry asked. "This is perfect, I tend to stay a little back from all of the beach goers." Larry said "great" and started unpacking his beach blanked, which seemed to be big enough for the both of us. Once it was down we both removed our clothes. Seeing Larry naked again, and that big uncut cock hanging down, it was hard to look away. We both setup our sides, coolers and packs, then both retrieved cold beverages. When we were on the blanket, sitting up, we enjoyed our beverages and took in the sights of the naked men around us. No one was close enough to hear us talk, which was nice I said to Larry, "thank you for this morning. I wasn't expecting that, but really enjoyed it." "Oh I enjoyed it a lot and really needed to cum", Larry said. "I wanted to wait, but you were so sexy and willing." I laughed a little, "tough not to be willing with your beautiful cock. so nice". I was staring right at Larry's cock and I saw it move. Larry reached down and stroked his now semi hard cock. Because I hadn't let myself cum when he fucked me, my cock started to grow quickly and I was hard in no time. I laid back on the blanket and said to Larry, "my ass might be sore tomorrow", and we both laughed. It was silent for a little while as we rested and caught some sun. I then decided to ask, "Larry why did you put a condom on? Just wondering". Without moving Larry said, "Tim, I didn't know what you were up for and to be honest", and he paused for a minute, "I am not sure of my status". I turned my head towards Larry and opened my eyes. He was still lying back, but my eyes were drawn to his hand slowly stroking his big cock, pulling the foreskin over his cock head. I said while watching him, "you could be poz? Are you sure?" Larry let go of his hard cock, turned to me, and said "I am really not sure. I feel fine, so no fuck flu, but I have definitely played with men I know are poz." I looked up at him now, "fuck". "Tim I am sorry if that surprises you, but when I am attracted to a man I take the situation as it is. If he wraps up, I am ok with that, but if not, I am ok with that too." I didn't even have to move or touch my cock, I just felt some cum ooze out of me. I scooped up some of my cum that oozed out of me and reached over and started rubbing my cum on Larry's cock. While slowly stroking his big dick I said, "it is ok Larry I am the same. It is the chemistry for me. You certainly turn me on and it would have been one oft hose moments I wouldn't have said anything about a condom." Larry sat up and leaned over so he could adjust my legs. He spread my legs a little and then put his finger on my hole. "Maybe next time it will be very different Tim". Now it was my turn to lay back down. I saw him look up and around for other people that might be close to us but there didn't seem to be anyone. He refocused on my hole. He milked my cock for another ooze of cum and used that on my hole with this fingers. With two fingers in me now Larry looked down at me, "your hole is going to definitely be sore tomorrow". Larry took his fingers out of me, licked them clean and laid back down. One settled, both of us on our backs, Larry spoke confidently, "I am going to fuck you hard when we get back to my house Tim". I just spread my legs wider, "I can't wait babe". Larry pulled his fingers out of my ass and sat up then leaned back. Both of our cocks were rock hard. "Larry looked at his cock and then my body, "maybe it is time to flip and sun our backs?". He started shifting over and I did the same. Felt good to have the sun on my ass but it felt better to have my cock rubbing against the blanket beneath us. Larry looked up at me and said, "you definitely needs some sunscreen on that ass of yours Tim, here let me help". Larry took a tube of lotion sun screen and squirt out a couple of puddles of lotion. I could feel it on my ass cheeks. I then felt Larry's hands roaming all over my ass and lower back. I parted my legs a bit to give him better access to my crack, not because he was nudging me to, but I wanted him to have access. Soon Larry was pulling my cheeks apart admiring my hole. "Tim, I love your hairy ass and how your crack and hole are smooth. that is hot." Larry said. I turned my head towards him, he was still up on his side and his big cock was still very hard. I propped up on my elbows and looked around us, we were pretty secluded for the moment so I rolled over on my side and scooted my ass to him. Soon I could feel his swollen cock between my ass cheeks and his hand resting on my hip. I was pushing my ass back into him and I knew things were heating up. "Tim, we shouldn't fuck right here", Larry said while rubbing his cock into my ass crack. "Larry, we don't have to fuck, but I would love for you to slide all the way into me, bare this time." Larry lifted my leg up and then tool hold of his hard cock, "I am starting to leak Tim, let me add some lube for you". Larry was squeezing his cock and rubbing it around my exposed hole. Then I felt it, his slipper cock head got stuck at my hole. "Ready?", Larry asked while pushing in a half inch. My ass ring wasn't even over this thick cock head yet, and I could feel him stretching me open again, but I answered, "yes please! please put your cock in me". Larry didn't need me to ask again. with his cock head just inside of my ass ring, he gripped my waist and then pushed his cock into me. I let out a slow loud moan as this man penetrated me again. My eyes closed and I didn't care about the world outside of this. I just wanted him all the way in me. I got it what I wanted because Larry didn't pause at all but just sank his entire cock into me until I felt his pubes on my ass. "fuck that is hot Tim. I am all the way in you." I pushed back and ground my ass on his shaft. I felt so full, like I did when he fucked me earlier, hard not to with his big cock. I was clenching my ass as much as I could on his cock, knowing he was trying very hard to remain still and not letting things get out of control. without warning Larry pulled his entire cock out of me and then put this thumb on my ass ring, keeping my hole exposed to him. I quickly turned to him, "no baby, please don't stop now. I need your cock in me so bad". Larry proceeded to hold my hole open and let his cock drip precum all over it. "I want that so bad Tim, just not here. I want to fuck you from behind and let you be as loud as you want". Larry fell back down on his back, that big cock sticking up hard and leaking. I turned over facing him now, "At least let me taste your cock once". I didn't wait for an answer, I lowered my head to that big cock and sucked it into my mouth. I could taste his precum but also my ass on his cock. It as incredible. His arm found my back and was rubbing it gently, I knew he loved me tasting his cock. I was playing with his balls and stroking his cock now, stroking out the precum that I was tasting. I lifted my head off of his cock and squeezed his girth tightly. "Can't suck you dry, I want that later", I said to him. I kissed the top of his cock and laid it down. I laid down on my back now, both of us still very hard. Larry said, "damn I wish I had known all of this earlier today and really glad you didn't run when I pulled my cock out. I was just so horny and you looked so good." We both laughed and I said, "well, I dare you to take that cock out again when we get to your place". All Larry said was, "challenge accepted". Larry and I started talking about other things, besides sex, which allowed our cocks to settle and gave us a chance to learn more about each other. It was nice, but soon that conversation turned back to porn and sex. We both described the porn we enjoyed watching, or type of scenes we enjoy and got us off. We soon realized we both loved watching some retro gay porn because it was all bareback. I was laying on my side admiring Larry's body and cock, but with our conversation on bareback porn and sex, I watched his uncut cock harden and was now leaking with this foreskin pulled tight. I knew right then I need to be face down on his bed with Larry's bare cock in me. I was no hard just watching his cock grow and leak. I said, "Larry?". "Yes Tim". I continued bravely, "I know you aren't sure of your status, but I need your big cock deep in my ass, raw". Larry reached down with this left hand and stroked his cock one long time, more precum flowed, then he looked at me. "Are you sure Tim? Because I want to fuck you so bad, without a condom this time". Now my cock was leaking, almost dripping, when I answered, "Yes I am very sure. Can we please go back to your house now?". Larry didn't even answer, he just started to get up and get his shorts on, which wasn't easy over his big hard cock. I followed suit, donning my clothes and helping to patch up the blanket and whatever we had laying around. When we were ready to go I had to check out Larry again in those lycra shorts. his cock looked so gorgeous semi hard and reaching down the legs of his shorts. Larry coughed politely and said, "do you want to start at my cock or go home and feel it?". I looked up at him and we both smiled. As we were walking down the beach Larry ran into a few friends of his. Older men that were completely naked and enjoying the sun. Some were absolutely gorgeous, hung soft cocks and one even had a scorpion tattoo on his waist, which I quickly noticed and stared. I was introduced to all of them and shook all of their hands. "scorpion tattoo" was Jim. Jim made a point to stand up and I swore stood with his hips pushed out so his already large cock looked even larger. Larry explained that we were heading out for the day, heading back to his house to relax. I got the impression each of these men knew exactly what we were heading out to do. As we were leaving Jim reached out his hand to me, "great to meet you Tim. I hope you do what ever is natural", and I think I saw his dick twitch. I couldn't look directly at his cock, but I am sure it moved. I told him I was sure to enjoy all that comes my way. Jim smiled at that. Larry and I said our goodbyes and got to Larry's truck. As we pulled away down the dirt road, I reached my hand over to Larry's lap and started slowly stroking his growing cock. "Your friends are great, thanks for introducing me". I said. "Yes, they really are a great group of guys. If I wasn't with you I would still be sitting there with them talking about how we wanted to fuck every young boy that walked by." We both laughed. Larry looked at me, "some of them don't really get it up too much anymore, but they sure do talk a great game." He smiled. "Maybe they just need the right motivation", and I winked. Larry kept driving but added, "hmmmm...maybe they do". When we finally arrived at Larry's house I couldn't control my legs from squeezing together. My ass still remembered Larry's cock from just a few hours earlier and I need him in me again. Larry's cock was still very hard under his shorts as he unbuckled. "Let's leave everything in the truck. I will come back and get it out later, but I need to sink this cock into you", he said while grabbing his big dick. We both got out of the truck and walked a little quicker than normal to his front porch. Larry unlocked the front door and stood to the side for me to enter before him. I stepped inside, kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts, not turning around. Larry closed the door and dropped his keys on a bench inside the door. I felt him move towards me and grab my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart to expose my hole. I reached back and managed to get one hand down the front of his shorts and pulled that cock up and almost out. I could feel his precum on my hand, so fucking sexy. I stroked his cock a few times and then pulled my hand out of his shorts. I didn't wait for him, but rather started climbing the stairs and said to him behind me, "I need your cock in me baby". I heard Larry take of his shirt off and then climb the stairs behind me. I got to Larry's room first, noticing the bed that had just been used earlier that day. I quickly stripped and got on the bed, on my back and lets up so he could see my willingness. Right behind me Larry entered, shirtless and obviously rock hard in those shorts. I watched him strip his shorts off and that big cock was hard, foreskin pulled back, and obviously leaking again. I saw him move to get a condom, just as he did earlier, and I immediately said, "please don't use one this time. I want all of you in me, raw." He smiled at me and said, "just lube this time". He got some lube and then crawled in between my legs. I felt the heat of his cock head between my ass cheeks and soon touching my tight hole as he came in between my legs to kiss me. Larry broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I am leaking like crazy, can you feel it?" I had felt it, his cock head was slipping all around my hole, I knew it was making me wet as well. "I feel it, all of it. fuck that is hot". Larry leaned in again and this time his cock head found my wanting hole and just started to open me up. I moaned deeply as he started kissing me again. With each little movement his cock head pried my ass lips open, begging him in. While his cock head was well lubed and could work my hole open, I knew once that shaft started sliding into me the friction was going to be uncomfortable, and I know Larry knew that too. Once his cock head had entered me, he stopped kissing me. "fuck boy, your hole wants my cock. I need to lube up my cock and get it all the way into you". Larry said. Larry kissed me quickly, and then pulled his cock head out of me. He then got up between my legs and now I could see his wet hard cock. I knew he had been leaking in me, so fucking sexy. I looked up at him, "please hurry and get that cock back into me". Larry quickly got the lube and applied some to my ass, making me wet, and then I watched him stroke his big cock with lube. Then he tossed the bottle on the bed. He moved his cock back to my wet ass and slid it around my hole letting it slip by my loosed ring once, then twice, then his cock head found my hole and stopped. Then he pushed back into me, first the head of his uncut cock, he paused for a few seconds, then continue to push. While much slicker now, his thick cock was definitely opening me up and it was felt so fucking good. Larry's big cock was about half way in, I estimate, then he looked at me. "Fuck your ass feels good Tim, are you ready for more?". My eyes were closing and my head tilting back, "yes sir, please fuck me". Larry kept pushing and soon I felt his hips touch the back of my legs. He was grinding his cock into me. He then pulled out slowly and pushed back in, a slow and steady pace, over and over. Larry's face was tilted up and his eyes were closed as he kept pumping his cock in and out of me. Larry pushed into me all the way and then looked down at me. "Time I am not going to last much longer, it feels too fucking good". I reached down and started stroking my hard leaking cock, "please fuck me and don't stop". He looked right into my eyes, "Tim I might cum in you before I can pull out, and I honestly don't know my status". Larry pulled his cock out and shoved it back in. When he shoved into me again I oozed a little cum. "Larry, I want you to fuck me and don't stop and do not pull out. I want your cum deep in me". Larry smiled, "me too baby". Larry pulled out again, almost all the way out and then shoved back in deep. He continued doing that over and over then picking up his pace. He was looking at me when he said, "I am going to cum Tim". "Breed me baby", I almost yelled. Larry moaned, "fuck yes, take it boy". He pumped me hard two more times and then buried deep in me. I felt his cock swell large and then he was shooting in me and moaning loudly. As soon as he buried deep in me I stroked my cock a few more times and started shooting all over my stomach. I knew right then I would never stop Larry from fucking me or cumming in me. After Larry stopped shaking, he fell in between my legs and laid on my cum covered stomach. He soon fell out of my cum filled ass and I held him closer and stroked his back. I whispered, "I loved that baby, thank you. Your cock is amazing. I can't wait for the next time". Larry eased up and looked at me, "are you sure? I love fucking you bare, but there might be consequences." "Never I would regret baby", I told Larry.

I am not a medical doctor. I do, however, have a doctorate in science and a fair bit of knowledge on these topics. 1. one day your treatment might stop working (if your virus evolves a resistance to it). BUT - there are many classes of antivirals available now, so another treatment will probably still work if that happens AND it is quite possible (even probable) that you will die of something else before your treatment stops working 2. superinfection is an old theory, and has been observed in practice to happen very seldom, especially if you are on HAART treatment (which effectively acts as PrEP against other strains with which you might come in contact) 3. that's possible if you are immunosuppressed. If you are undetectable and your immune system is working properly, I see no reason to think that your chances of getting cancer or pneumonia would be significantly higher. 4. that's nonsense. DoxyPep can in theory cause any bacteria you have at the time you take it to become resistant to doxycycline. That risk is not very important with occasional use because doxycycline resistance is already common in many kinds of bacteria. Certainly your body will not "develop a resistance" - that's something the bacteria do, and if you don't have them, they won't do it. Bottom line: As others have said, get a different doctor.

Strangely my gut tells me that after Trumps election victory, his usefulness will start to Waiver. He is the stooge of the Heritage Foundation to get Project 2025 into the system. Despite Trumps narcissistic Bull-dozing he has never been gifted the power & the access to so much of the US states financial & government computer systems, privacy & secrets that Musk, an unelected, unauthorised, potential mega hacker, spy & blackmailer, has been allowed even before Trump won the election. Vance & Musk are the end desire in the nefarious & incredibly distasteful future plans of the Heritage Foundation & their desire for the full implementation of Project 2025 & the eventual subjugation of the American people. Musk will eventually also be "disposed" of.

Once you have the thoughts about getting pozzed, you will never get them out of your head. This urge will be increase steadily until you give in. The most of real sluts know that getting poz fucked by alpha guys is this we are born for. It‘s up to you, but I accepted what I was - an obedient slut that needed to be pozzed. I’ve never regretted it.

That’s six loads in to a nine load evening.

If you don’t like it from one man’s cock, try sucking the seed out of a slutty cumdump’s dripping pig hole. A dozen random men’s jizz churned for hours in a cumdump’s guts is the ultimate cum cocktail. 🤤 😈🐽🥵

Drew was a good friend of Jake's, who was having his 21st birthday bash. The thing was Drew was straight whereas Jake was gay and had mostly gay friends. Not that Drew believed it would matter for a birthday party. His choice of venue was nice: a good-sized room above a pub, where drinks flowed freely and the music was good. There was about 7 men in the room including Drew and Jake. One person who caught Drew's eye was a slightly older guy sporting a short-sleeved top that exposed a tattoo of a scorpion that had been inked high up on his left arm. After going around chatting to the party members, he soon learned he was the only straight attendee. Nevertheless Drew was enjoying himself with the drinks free-flowing. He discovered that Gus, the tattooed, slightly older gentleman ran a business offering strippers for parties. Then to Drew's surprise he told him he'd organised the entertainment for Jake's party. Knowing Jake's proclivities, Drew knew his luck wasn't in with female strippers, he hoped he'd cope with what was soon to happen as Gus left to usher in the male stripper. With a big fanfare, a very large black man appeared dressed as a boxer with rippling muscles. Music began and he removed his cape to reveal a well-toned body, in under a minute the boxer shorts had also been divested revealing his enormous manhood, not only was it extremely long but with a tremendous girth. Gus seemed to nod to the stripper in the direction of Drew. As the stripper approached, he whirled his dick round and round. It grew even bigger, but Drew waved him away and he gave his attention to the other guests, but did comment “later then?” As he went round the guests, they manhandled him, stroking his huge cock. When we offered it to the birthday boy Jake, he took as much of it into his mouth as he could and started to suck it. Drew was beginning to feel very uncomfortable and regretting attending this party, even though he was a good friend of Jake's. After a couple of minutes, the stripper pulled out and went round the others squirting foam cream on his dick and enticing each in turn to suck the cream off his cock. His enormous dick now upright glistened with the saliva from several blowjobs! He cam back to Drew, sprayed cream on his dick and offered it to him. Drew hesitated partly though his being a bit more uninhibited following maybe one too many drinks and also a certain peer pressure. Nevertheless, he did once again dissuade the stripper and got him to move on. He noticed Gus watching him intensely as this temptation happened. The event proceeded with the arrival of the birthday cake, all covered in thick whipped cream. Gus cut pieces for all the guests, clearly he was truly responsible for the smooth running of the occasion. They all had a piece and then toasted Jake's birthday. Drew somewhat slurred his words, but that didn't matter, things were going well. With the Dutch courage Drew now had, he questioned Gus about there only being one stripper and Gus admitted there were indeed two and he was the other. At that he started dancing and shedding his clothes, with rapturous applause from the other guests all clapping to the beat and his movements as he stripped naked. Even Drew although avoiding clapping, found himself eyeing Gus' body and his cock began to stir in his trousers. After quite a performance, Gus stopped his dancing and placed his cock in the cake, smothering it with the whipped cream. He offered it to Drew, Drew disinclined to accept as before, but Gus remained more insistent. “You know you want it, that tent peg in your pants proclaim your desire. With Drew's cock betraying him, he opened his mouth and started to devour Gus' cock. The rest of the assembled group, all cheered and clapped at Drew's blowjob, it went on much longer than Jake's special treat with the other stripper. Gagging and choking over Gus' meat as he pushed it in more. Drew continued choking and sputtering. With Gus' cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. Drew's hardon swelled as he as he gagged over Gus' cock. And Gus yanked down Drew's pants for all to see. "Oh shit baby, I'm going to nut." Gus moaned. The thrusts increased and his organ throbbed. Gus's massive balls were smacking Drew's head and his breathing erratic. The fingers curled round Drew's hair and he grunted. No, no no! It was swelling in his mouth. A massive rope of come shot down Drew's throat A second and third spurt followed with the same density. On the fourth fifth and sixth he began to pull out and it landed on his tongue. The sweet taste and saltiness was overwhelming. Not to stop this moment. Gus offered Drew a sniff of poppers, which he inhaled strongly. Gus beckoned the other stripper over for the main party piece! Something hot, hard and unnaturally sized was pressed up against Drew. He could feel it wiggling against his arse. Gus whispered, "just enjoy it." Drew looked over his shoulder to see the other stripper's massive cock rubbing against him. His grinding increased it was truly monster sized but it had beautiful thick veins, soft smooth skin and an angry red head. He angled himself so he was thrusting at Drew's crack. Then Drew felt him being pinned down. Four of the other guests, held Drew down, each taking a wrist or ankle to keep him from squirming away. Gus gave Drew poppers to inhale The poking continued. Then Drew felt it against his hole. The head pressed against it, testing it. He could feel it strain as he pushed to get access. He shifted his hips and aimed his massive weapon right at his virgin hole. Drew could feel the warm tip brushing against his sphincter. Drew felt more pressure as his massive thing tried to get inside. Hands were holding him so tight Drew was scared he was going to snap then all he felt was pain. It was going in, slowly one inch at a time a man's dick starting to enter him. "Hush baby, only halfway." Gus cooed. Halfway, halfway!? This thing was only halfway inside of me? Oh Jesus no, this was not durable. “No I can't take it! "Pull out! PULL OUT!" Drew screamed. But the stripper just grabbed Drew's hips and pushed hard until Drew had taken every last inch. "No more, please I can't do this. It's too much!" Drew cried. Drew felt wet inside. His massive girth was rubbing deep inside pressing against Drew's insides getting slick with something. It couldn't have been spit or precum?. There was a powerful thrust and Drew yelped. . He took this as motivation and began really hammering home. The thrusts changed their angle and Drew began to feel pleasure. He did it again and Drew felt his own cock start to grow. Drew's hard cock was bouncing along to the sodomy. He was getting fucked and Drew was hard. He sniffed the poppers hard as it helped him. Seeing how Drew was responding, one of the group who was restraining Drew released his grip and offered his dick to Drew's opened mouth, dripping with Gus' cum. Drew's mouth was stuffed with his cock. Drew was now being drilled at both ends. Drew was again choking and sputtering as the cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. He too splattered his cum deep inside Drew's throat. As Drew felt the taste, smell and cock driving into him and it was all too much. Drew's entire body shook as he was hit with his strongest orgasm. He screamed out as he shot his thick white load all over one of those still holding him. The man smiled at Drew then got up and walked over to Jake, who he noticed to his shock was filming it all with his mobile camera. Drew was horrified. But a combination of the lovely smile Jake gave him and his general sexual tension and inebriation meant Drew dismissed the filming and carried on with his intercourse, as another of the invitees shoved his cock into Drew's mouth to receive Drew's attention. Drew's tormented pleasure somewhat changed; the stripper was fucking with less rhythm, his thrusts deep and painful, his breathing ragged and he was coated in sweat. He was clearly close to cumming. He grabbed Drew's waist and spun him around on his dick. The blood provided ample lubricant because there was a slick sound as he spun like a top. Drew could now see the stripper plunging his huge dick in and out of his hole. “Stop, please not inside”, Drew begged. "I love breeding virgins." He panted. "No stop!" He was fucking too hard. Drew's entire body was shaking and breathing came out broken in time with his rapid thrusts. Just then the thrusts stopped. The cock buried itself as deep as it would go and began twitching. Drew's eyes widened as the reality took over. His straight ass had just finished off a man. He was being bred. "Nooo!", Drew cried. "Yes!" He replied. He could feel it convulsing. Then he could feel something warm soaking his insides. His cum just kept shooting inside Drew squirmed to the left then right, trying to push out the oversized cock but it wouldn't stop. He was growling, body flexed as the stripper held him with his dick. He could feel some of it dripping out. It seemed impossible. Cum was shooting inside him as well as pouring out. He looked over to see Gus, positioning himself to take over from the other stripper to breed his hole again. But I'm worried he's cum inside without a condom. “Don't worry”, Gus replied, “it's okay, he's the same status as me”. Not only did Gus breed Drew, but then the other four guests took their turns to unload inside him. Finally, Jake came over to have his turn, passing his camera over to Gus to complete the filming. “This is the best ever birthday present”, Jake exclaimed as he pushed his cock in. “But isn't it risky?” Drew asked anxiously. “But we've all been on prep the last couple of years”, Jake said misleadingly. For not only had they stopped taking them in time to be detectable again, but he had hired the two positive strippers to breed Drew. “Thanks for the gift”, Jake said, “let me give you mine now.” As he squirted his poz load deep within.

Always wear a jock or a thong. I want a bottom wearing something sexy when I am using them.

At 55, I can say age doesn't seem to be that big of a problem. I don't have a problem connecting with guys, my problem is finding men of any age who like to fuck in certain cities. Sorry foreplay doesn't do it for me, if we are having foreplay, I'm going to want fuck and/or get fucked, preferably both.

There is no issues for an older top thanks to modern medicine for some. Older for me just means more experience and more kinks and more aggressive for a better experience..

Marinating cum is incredible. Waking up with a man who has spent the night with you after you bred him a few hours before is incredible. Just the scent alone permeates the room.

I've always found it tangy depending on what the person has been eating. Diet really influences the taste and as others have said, asparagus is just nasty.

At 14 I sucked off and was fucked by a 34yo man. All through my teens I sucked off and was fucked by hairy Daddies in their 30s, 40s and 50s. I loved having Daddy’s cock in my mouth or deep in my hole.I took all their loads

When I was at St. Mary’s in Baltimore we would have endless orgies and I had a relationship with a fellow seminarian for almost two years. They call it the Pink Palace for a reason. I got out after two years. The guy I was dating stayed and was eventually ordained. I would have married him; he chose God over me. But those priests know how to fuck!! It was so damn hot being fucked in the shower and the chapel! We used to use one of the confessionals as a glory hole!!

“Hey everyone, I’ve been feeling inspired lately, and I decided to revisit my old story, The Day I Pozzed My Brother, but with a brand-new twist. It’s been a few years since I first shared it, and I’m excited to see how this reimagined version turns out. I hope you all enjoy it. Part 1 Hey! I’m Mikkel, just turned 18. I’m your average guy, but I’m crazy about sports, especially soccer, which I play all the time with my best friend Alex. We've been inseparable since we were kids. This past summer was pretty wild—my parents were off vacationing in Europe, so Alex basically moved in for a while. But now, something even bigger is happening. My brother Tom is coming back this weekend after being in the military for three years. It’s gonna be weird having him around again after so long, and I’m not sure what to expect! "While Alex and I were out back, swimming to escape the summer heat, Tom suddenly appeared. 'Hey, guys,' he said, his voice deeper than I remembered. I hadn’t seen him in years, and the change was startling. He looked rugged, almost like a different person—stronger, more distant. 'I’m gonna hop in the shower and join you in a bit,' he added, disappearing into the house. Alex and I kept tossing the ball around in the pool, but something felt... off. Maybe it was just seeing Tom again after all this time. After what seemed like forever, Tom reappeared. 'So, what’s up, guys? Here, take some beers,' he said casually. Neither Alex nor I were big drinkers, but the heat was relentless, and something about Tom's new presence made it hard to say no. We climbed out of the pool to join him, and an uneasy silence settled over us." As we sat down, the cold beer bottles sweating in our hands, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Tom had changed—more than just his appearance. He seemed... distant. His eyes, though friendly on the surface, held something darker, something I couldn’t quite place. To break the silence, I teased Tom about his overgrown beard. It wasn’t huge, but just long enough to need a shave. He chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on Alex, almost too focused. “Man, it’s hot! Let’s get back in the pool,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe we can test out those military skills of yours,” I added, half-joking. The sun was beginning to set when I had to go inside to make a quick call, leaving Tom and Alex alone by the pool. Tom grabbed the ball and tossed it unexpectedly at Alex. It hit him square in the head. “Oops, my bad!” Tom said, laughing, but Alex didn’t find it funny. Without a word, Alex dove underwater, swimming towards Tom, planning to flip him over like we used to do when we were kids. But when Alex got close, it was clear Tom wasn’t the same guy he used to be. He was much stronger now. As Alex tried to push him off balance, Tom barely budged. Instead, he caught Alex mid-move, holding him in place with a grip that seemed unnaturally powerful. The playful atmosphere shifted, and a strange tension filled the air. At that moment, Tom’s playful demeanor took on a more intense edge. He seized Alex by the arms, holding him firmly as Alex struggled to break free. In a last-ditch effort, Alex wrapped his legs around Tom, trying to leverage his weight to escape. Tom could also feel some stiff object brushing against his chest it was clear Alex found this exciting. But Tom’s strength was overwhelming. With a swift, controlled motion, he lifted Alex effortlessly and tossed him backwards into the pool. Alex let out a surprised, exhilarated yell as he hit the water, the splash echoing in the cooling evening air. “Wow!” Alex shouted as he surfaced, catching his breath. “Alright, I’m gonna head in.” There was a new intensity in Tom’s eyes as he watched Alex climb out of the pool the water dropping down Alex’s back his wet bathing suit just a perfect amount of tightness wrapping around his ass so firmly, the charged atmosphere between them lingered as Alex made his way inside, hey Alex! Tom screamed out loud. Alex turned around and replied what! looking defeated. Toms eyes fixed on the water dropping down Alex’s chest going down his treasure Trail it was clear he was hard or at least semi. To be continued! Tom replied in a deeper voice. Alex continued going in leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. The playful struggle had revealed something deeper, an unspoken tension that neither could fully understand yet. Later inside Tom was consumed by a powerful craving for that ass. The mere thought of the sweet hole drove him wild with desire. He found himself in Alex’s room while the boys were downstairs engrossed in video games. Tom’s eyes landed on a pile of dirty clothes and, nestled among them, a pair of undies. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of those ripe undies, and an instant wave of lust washed over him. The undies smelled so ripe, they must have been freshly worn that day in a soccer game. Tom rummaged through the pile, discovering more undies, and couldn’t resist taking another whiff, savoring the delightful scent. He quickly put them on while sniffing the other pair he started jacking his cock. Tom’s mind raced with wild thoughts about being deep inside Alex’s ass. Alex wasn’t your average twink. He had a slim yet athletic build, the kind that made him look like a pro soccer player. His physique was perfectly toned, with a flawless four-pack of abs and defined muscles. Tom started jerking his cock even faster he could barely contain his craving as he imagined how delicious it would be to lick Alexs sweet hole and sink his lips around his cock. His desire intensified, building with every passing second. Soon a feeling of pure bliss as Tom shot a huge load into the pair Alex’s undies he had on. Savouring every second his took few more sniffs of Alex’s undies the sweet smell of his boy cock. Once completely satisfied he put them all back and headed to his room. The next morning, Tom was jolted awake by the sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. Annoyed yet amused, he dragged himself out of bed and headed for the shower. Stepping out, feeling completely refreshed, he was startled to find Alex standing just outside the bathroom door, eyes wide in shock. “Sorry,” Tom grinned, “In the military, we’re always naked.” Alex blushed, his eyes flicking away. “I’m not… like that,” he muttered, as Tom reached out and playfully grabbed his ass. Alex quickly pulled away, pushing past him into the washroom, a hint of tension hanging in the air. Later, once the boys had left for soccer practice, Tom picked up his phone and shot a message to his friend Hunter. He confessed his growing desire for Alex, a craving he could no longer ignore. Hunter responded almost instantly, and together, they began plotting a night that would be unforgettable—for all of them. Hunter, a few years older than Tom and built even more powerfully with tattoos snaking up his muscular arms, arrived later that evening. Alongside him was his younger sister, Kim—21, stunning, and full of energy. The mood shifted as music played, drinks flowed, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. When the boys finally returned home, Tom introduced his guests. “Hey guys, this is my friend Hunter and his sister, Kim.” The boys, shy and caught off guard by Kim’s beauty, mumbled greetings before slipping upstairs to freshen up. When they rejoined Tom and his friends, the night had already picked up speed, with video games in full swing. Mikkel, clearly mesmerized by Kim, quickly joined in the drinking, while Alex, not wanting to feel left out, grabbed a drink as well. But Kim, always the center of attention, soon broke the ice. “Ugh, video games are boring. Let’s play something fun—how about ‘Never Have I Ever’?” The boys hesitated, but curiosity won out. Kim smiled mischievously. “Okay, I’ll start. Never have I ever kissed a girl,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, taking a sip of her drink. “Drink up, boys, if you’ve ever kissed a girl.” Mikkel, Alex, and Tom each took a sip, but Mikkel couldn’t hide the way he stared at Kim. “Wow, Kim,” Mikkel said, leaning closer, “you kissed a girl?” “Yeah,” she teased, flashing a grin. “College frat party. It was… fun.” Hunter, enjoying the game, chimed in, “Never have I ever kissed a boy.” The room tensed for a moment as Mikkel and Alex exchanged awkward glances before breaking into nervous laughter. But Tom and Hunter, with knowing smiles, raised their glasses and drank. The tension simmered just beneath the surface as the game continued, with sly questions and shared glances, each round peeling back more layers of intrigue. Eventually, it was time for refills. Hunter offered to make the drinks and, with a sly smile, added a few extra shots into Alex’s cup. “Drink up, boys,” he said as he handed them back. Kim, noticing the energy in the room, stood and declared, “It’s Saturday night, let’s do something wild—how about we hit Fly nightclub?” Fly, the city’s hottest spot, was a sprawling five-room club known for its electric energy, with one room dedicated to a more vibrant, open crowd. The suggestion lit a spark, and soon they were all getting ready to take the night to a whole new level. The city, the music, and the thrill of the unknown awaited them as they headed out into the night.

Partner was away on business this weekend, Friday iended up having his best friend and his best friends husband take turns stroking my cunt and throat with their poz dicks like I was a fuck toy, took 2 loads deep in my guts and got fisted for a while before they headed out. Saturday I was still leaking and wanting more cum in me as luck would have it an Ex of my partners hit me up on NKP, ended up letting him unload in me and find some anon tops on Sniffies to culnt me out with him, he blew his last load in me while I was on the phone with my partner who had just gotten in his Uber from the airport. His Ex left and 20 min later I had him on his back with my flooded blown out cunt that was sonused I couldn't even feel his tiny dicklet in me (thank God) he ended up fucking like 6 anon loads in me without a clue.

Fuck, yeah, I love this! I remember that feeling of just giving into my urges and going for it 😁 You never disappoint!

I'm so proud of all of us for being such sluts

Here's the most recent version of the story in epub format, the older chapters have been revised, the pictures cleaned up and updated. [think before following links] https://shorturl.at/nVFl3 Hope you enjoy!

I fear we're thinking way too small. As frightening as Trump is, Leon scares me more. He had way too much power even before Trump won. He already had control of most of the country's satellites and space program. With X he controls the largest conservative mouthpiece in the world. He personally speaks to Putin and is trying to manipulate electkons in other countrkes too. Now he's gained access to massive troves of sensitive information. How much has he scraped? Have he and his minions inserted malicious code into the systems? He can accumulate more power every day. And at this point, if Musk wants something badly enough, who's to stop him?

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

My hole wants your load

Here is my tight hole, it needs a good pounding 😈

are you kidding. i've more than once mistakenly believed i was in love with a guy just because he'd breed me past the second ring and send me flying over the moon! 🤣

After being bound and breed by a couple

That’s not likely to be easy.

Once I sniff poppers then al bets are off.

That’s what I call a perfect sauna visit! 😈💦☣️

I think the problem is that you are overthinking it. Just start a normal but very friendly conversation and see where it leads.

LOL I love it. I once had an altercation in a parking lot where a guy called me a "four-eyed BMW driving freak". I was wearing Ray-Bans and driving a Volkswagen Rabbit.

Ok, it's insane, it's been over 2 years since I last updated this story...Life takes over but I regularly think about this so here it is, a new chapter. I will upload the updated pdf file later, I've reread the entire thing and edited it again, updated the pictures so they'd be better quality. Hope you enjoy it, not as much action as previous ones. I live off your comments, let me know what you think, what you hope for the next chapters, it'll help inspire me. ------- I took a few seconds to catch my breath, resting against the locker room wall as Brandon hugged me tight, head buried in the crook of my neck. I could see Ryan and Latino guy standing close to us as they caressed each other’s bodies. It was quite the sight, a crowd of beautiful men before me appreciating what Brandon and I had indulged in. “I’m Ryan too, by the way,” Latino guy said with a sheepish smile as he pointed to the other Ryan, the buff Asian nodding with a grin. I named him Ryan #2 in my head, looking him up and down to appreciate his young and lean body. He was a gorgeous Latino man with a strong jawline, not as big as Brandon but still really well built., before he asked us, “You two are incredible, are you really related?” “No,” I lied, pulling Brandon closer to me in a possessive grip. I wasn’t ready to admit to the rest of the world what Brandon and I truly were to each other—I don’t think I ever would be ready. “Fuck, you probably could, you do look like you’re father and son,” Ryan #2 said, biting his bottom lip as his eyes devoured us. He was adorable while Ryan #1 definitely gave off a kinky vibe. “I’ve wondered sometimes what it would be like to play the whole Dad/Son kink before meeting you two, but damn. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Told you!” Ryan #1 said, punching the other Ryan’s arm lightly. “Man, your papi is scorching hot, can’t believe you never jerked off to him, or tried to fuck him cause I would have.” “Gross, dude, he’s my dad,” Ryan #2 replied, though his words carried little heat. His face was getting flush, making him even prettier. It was hot to know that Brandon and I might have awoken something in that sexy young man. “You just said you can’t stop thinking about having your Dad fuck you,” Ryan #1 said with a smirk. “What the hell’s going on in here?” someone shouted, interrupting the Ryans’ little argument, bringing my attention to the man entering the locker room. It was another Latin man, imposing with his sculpted body in a tight shirt and even tighter shorts, with the gym’s logo on both. I recognized him as the gym owner, Mark Muñoz, a man whose chiseled face, piercing eyes and ripped body had convinced me to sign up to his gym years ago. His confident stride parted the crowd of men who let him come through to us until he stood just a breath away, his eyes traveling up and down our tangled bodies. “Ah. I see we have a couple of exhibitionists here,” Mark said, his stoic face and steely gaze making me freeze as Brandon turned to look at him, pressing his back to me. Brandon held his head high defiantly, even going as far as planting a kiss to my cheek, unashamed as ever. I had no idea where he got that from because it certainly wasn’t from me. “Didn’t know you were a voyeur, mijo, I expected better from you, you work here,” Mark said to Ryan #2, his tone was scolding and made Ryan #2 recoil. Mijo? My cock twitched as I looked at the two Latin men, noticing the common features they shared, making them unmistakably related. Fuck, it was so hot seeing this hot father/son pair standing next to each other, what with Ryan being naked in front of his father, especially knowing Brandon and I had likely awoken a new incestuous kink in the young man. Had Ryan and Mark ever fooled around? I couldn’t help but wonder, my cock waking up just thinking about them fucking. They would make quite a gorgeous couple, I thought as I feasted my eyes on the hot father/son pair, and I wouldn’t mind watching them make love. Although judging by Mark’s aloof demeanor, he did not strike me as a guy who’d be interested in other men, let alone an incest-oriented pervert like I was. The way he talked to his son certainly didn’t make me think he was the dotting father type. “Sorry, Dad,” Ryan #2 said, sheepish as he covered his crotch. I tried to peek at Ryan’s cock, wondering if it was hard from nasty thoughts of his dad. Brandon was grinning as he looked at Ryan and Mark, which let me know without a doubt that my perverted son was thinking the same thing that I was. “Nothing to be sorry about,” Brandon said, pushing Ryan’s hands away to grab his evidently hard cock, giving it long strokes, eliciting a loud moan from Ryan. So we had gotten through to the young Latin man. “You’re hard just looking at your dad, aren’t you? I know the feeling.” My cock was getting hard, as was Brandon’s, I couldn’t help thrusting against Brandon’s hips as I watched my son fondle another young man’s cock in front of his father, who merely gave Brandon an inquisitive look. Ryan closed his eyes and moaned, lost in his incestuous fantasy, I presumed. It was incredibly and oddly satisfying to watch this young innocent-looking man falling into the same dark and twisted urges Brandon and I were lost in. “No!” Ryan said after a couple of seconds and pulled away from Brandon. He quickly pulled up his shorts and stepped back from us. I swallowed a chuckle as I saw the panic in Ryan’s face as he looked at his father Mark to gauge his reaction. Ryan #1, on the other hand, was openly stroking his cock, eyes locked on both father and son. “That’s enough,” Mark said, his face unreadable as he walked away. “Everyone clean up here, nothing to see anymore. You will give me your phones before you leave this room, I want to make sure none of you perverts have recorded what happened here. Can’t have that kind of publicity for my establishment.” I could hear the men groaning as Mark guarded the door to the locker room, keeping them all from walking out without a thorough inspection of their phones. Part of me was relieved, I hadn’t paid much attention to our audience, but another part of me was ashamed that I had been so careless. Brandon and I had crossed yet another line today, one I had hoped to never even come close to. Our lives could be ruined if we were exposed. I wondered why Mark was doing this and how much he’d seen of what we’d done. Everyone went back to their lockers, leaving me and Brandon alone. Brandon led me to the gym showers, hand in hand, his touch soft on my skin as he washed all the sweat away. We took our time under the hot water, in the privacy of a stall, making out languorously as our bodies were pressed close. I tried to conceal how panicked I was, my hands shaking so much it was a miracle I managed to get clean. “Love you so much, Dad,” Brandon whispered as he kissed my neck, his hands stroking my chest. His cock was impossibly hard, rubbing against mine. We were both horny again, probably from the thought of Ryan and Mark getting it on after witnessing what we had done. “Love you too, son,” I replied before I captured Brandon’s lips and enjoyed his smooth skin against mine. We managed to finish our shower without either of us coming; much to my surprise. I certainly could not, at my age, after the past couple of days, but I thought Brandon would’ve wanted to. Instead, he took me to my locker so we could get dressed and leave. Brandon looked amazing in a very large tank top that showed a lot of side boob, as well as simple gray sweatpants. On our way out of the locker room, however, Mark stopped us in our tracks. “Can you please come to my office for a moment?” Mark asked us with a friendly smile. I considered declining, but his tone and his cold eyes left no room for discussion. I worried about what he wanted to tell us, I felt like a teenager being called to the principal’s office. After all, my son and I did just have sex in public in his gym. I glanced at Brandon by side, it baffled me that he didn’t seem as worried as I was while we followed Mark. He met my gaze and offered me a reassuring smile, taking my hand in his. I was surprised to find Mark’s son, Ryan, in the office, sitting on a couch beside Mark’s desk. Ryan looked gorgeous with a skin-tight tee shirt and shorts that showed off his strong thighs. He’d definitely inherited Mark’s good looks and athletic habits. Mark’s office was minimalistic, with just a desk and a gallery of framed pictures on the wall. My eyes landed on the last picture, which showed Mark and his family in front of the gym for its 10th year anniversary back in January. I could recognize Ryan standing in front of his parents, with another tall young man beside him, who looked just as gorgeous—probably his brother. Mark sat at his desk and asked us to take the seats before him. “So, Mr. and Mr. Marks,” Mark started, holding a piece of paper in his hand. “I took a look at your files and was shocked to find out you two are actually father and son, considering what I caught you two doing in my locker room.” I froze, hearing those last words, my greatest fear coming true. Brandon and I were screwed and not in the good sense. Having Josh find out about us was one of the worst moments of my life, but things had worked out in the end since Josh was as twisted as we were, willing to keep our dirty little secret to himself. Now our identities were compromised, because of one moment of weakness I couldn’t overcome. “We’re not,” I tried to protest. “What made you think that?” “You’re registered as Nathan and Brandon Marks, with the same home address.” “That doesn’t mean he’s my son,” I said, my voice betraying me. I didn’t sound convincing at all. The gym owner looked at me with his piercing eyes, as though daring me to keep lying to him. I was petrified, I could picture my whole life crumbling down—I’d lose Kate, lose my job, lose the house and worst of all, lose Brandon. I could not fathom life without my precious son now. “Your son signed up before he was eighteen, you did the paperwork for him,” Mark added, effectively shutting me up. We were screwed. How did this keep happening? “So what?” Brandon shot back, his challenging tone doing nothing to reassure me. He went as far as taking my hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. “What are you going to do about it?” “Nothing,” Mark said with a sigh, my heart beating so fast I could barely hear them talking. “I made sure to delete any footage of what you two did back in my gym earlier. You two should be more discreet from now on, unless you want people to know you’re related?” “No, of course not,” I said, swallowing around the lump in my throat. I chanced a look at Ryan, the latter looking at us with lust and in his eyes, but also...hope? I was confused by his presence during this conversation, Mark didn’t show any sign of disgust towards us. If he did feel that way, he had a great poker face. “Great, so be more careful, will you? I can’t clean up after you two all the time and I want you to keep coming to my gym,” Mark said as he pointed his accusing finger at us. “Why?” I couldn’t help but ask, immediately regretting the question. I was perplexed by Mark being so nonchalant about our situation. How was he not repulsed? I would not go as far as saying he was accepting but he was so detached from the gravity of what Brandon and I were doing. I could not help but hope he was in a similar situation as I was, hope that I could have someone to confide in about my complicated relationship with Brandon. I kept looking between Mark and Ryan, my cock rising as I thought about the two sexy men going at it. Ryan did seem enthralled by his hunky father now, which was making me oddly proud, though Mark barely paid attention to his son. No, there didn’t seem to be anything going on between them, to my disappointment. “Well, first of all, you’ve been members of my gym for years,” Mark said, crossing his beefy arms across his chest. “Second of all, after your little stunt earlier? I had dozens of new members signing up, so I ought to thank you two.” “Seriously?” Brandon said, his grip on my hand loosening. He relaxed beside me, showing me for the first time how stressed he was about this even when he’d seemed so confident all along. “My gym is queer friendly, always has been,” Mark replied. “Hell, my son Ryan works here as a trainer and has been openly out and the queer poster boy for my gym for a couple of years now. That boy’s thirst traps on social media have attracted more members than you can count.” I was floored to hear Mark talking about his son that way, as though Ryan was just another means to an end, he was all business. It hadn’t occurred to me that Ryan was an employee. I’d never really noticed as I worked out on my own and only ever seen him working out as well when he wasn’t coming onto me. Ryan seemed to beam at his father’s praise though, his cheeks flush as he looked down at his hands, a little smile tugging the corner of his lips. He looked adorable. “It just would not do for people to find out your little secret and associate you with my gym. I cannot have my establishment be in the center of such a scandal,” Mark continued to say, leaning forward on his desk to fix me with another stern look, which I deserved. Mark seemed to be about my age yet he made me feel much younger and foolish. To be fair, I was a fool for entering a sexual relationship with my son to begin with and even more so for fucking him in public. “We’ll be more careful,” I said, determined to keep my libido in check. I squeezed Brandon’s hand and looked at him with a serious gaze, hoping my son would behave from now on. “Nothing will happen again.” Brandon squeezed my hand back to the point of hurting, his glare making me uneasy. He didn’t seem happy with my last words as he muttered under his breath, “We’ll see about that.” “Great, now get out of here, I need to speak to my son,” Mark said, dismissing us with a wave of his hand. I stood up, eager to leave this place and forget about what had happened here. Brandon pulled me back just as I was about to open the office door. “Are you two fucking too?” Brandon asked them, as bold as ever, leaving me gaping at my son. Had he gone out of his mind? He could not have just said that. Did he want to push our luck? “Brandon!” I admonished my son, fearing the worst. Mark was being awfully nice to us already and now Brandon had to go and ruin it all by offending the man. “You really are twisted, son, aren’t you?” Mark said as he stared Brandon down, unfazed. That man was unreadable, I could not for the life of me figure out what he was thinking, which was terrifying. “Sorry to disappoint but not everyone is as perverted as you.” I couldn’t help but glance at Ryan then, who looked downright dejected. I felt for him, the young trainer was adorable and in dire need of some paternal affection, it almost made me want to take him home. Brandon shook me from my thoughts, disappointment written all over his face as though he knew what I was thinking. “Well, you should give it a try, trust me, it’ll be the best sex—umpf.” I clapped my hand over Brandon’s mouth to stop his nonsense, a little too late for my linking as my brain had frozen for a moment when he’d started taling. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Muñoz, that was completely out of line,” I said, tightening my grip around Brandon to keep his mouth shut. “Please accept our apologies for all the trouble, I promise you nothing indecent will happen again in your gym.” “I’m counting on you Mr. Marks,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Brandon. “I suggest you keep your son on a tighter leash, he’s wild one.” On that note, he turned his attention to his son, waving him over and dismissing us entirely. Face flaming with shame, I took that as my cue to escape, so I pulled Brandon with me to leave. I pinched my arm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I had a hard time processing what had just happened. Not only did Mark let us go without the threat of exposing us, but he was willing to help keep our relationship a secret? Albeit for the sake of his gym, but still. It was beyond my highest hopes after the stunt we’d pulled in the locker room. I wanted to put this entire conversation behind us, I wanted to forget it had happened at all. Denial was such a sweet option but the crippling fear that had taken roots in me was overwhelming and would not go away so easily, even after what Mark assured us. Part of me blamed Brandon for putting us in such risky situations knowingly, for putting us out there for the entire world to see. Part of me wondered if that was his intention to expose our relationship. My son was a smart young man, surely he knew better than that, didn’t he? “Wait, Dad, I’m sorry,” Brandon said just I closed the door to Mark’s office and started walking. He pulled me back toward him, his strong arms enveloping me in a warm hug. “Breathe with me for a sec.” Despite my thundering heart and troubled mind, I relaxed in his arms, resting my face in his neck as I breathed him in. He smelled like heaven, a mixture of citrus and sandalwood I’d come to associate with him. We stood there in each other’s arms for a while as I willed my heart to calm down. “We’re going to be ok, Dad,” he murmured as his hand stroked my back. How could I stay mad at him when he was so considerate? Brandon had always been good at reading people and looking after them, that was something Kate and I loved about him. No matter what happened, I could still be proud of the outstanding man Brandon had grown up to be despite his recent shortcomings as an exhibitionist. “I’ll take care of everything,” Brandon added. In that moment, I wanted to believe him even when I knew our lives were at risk. At least three people knew about our affair now, how many more were going to find out? It had only been two days. I was convinced more than ever that we needed to stop this madness. I tightened my hold around Brandon as if this was going to be the last time I would get to feel him this way. The way I hugged Brandon now wasn’t very fatherly, what with the way our legs were tangled, and our crotches were glued. Our bodies moved on instinct, craving to be as close to the other as possible. “We can’t keep doing this, son,” I started saying, taking a deep breath. “First Josh found out about us, now the owner of the gym and his son? Not to mention all the men who saw us fuck in the locker room. One of them is bound to expose us sooner or later.” Brandon leaned back and cupped my face, looking me straight in the eye, his gaze so serious I felt chills. It was impossible to look away from his beautiful face. “How can I make you understand I’ll never give this up?” Brandon said, his tone calm despite the fire I could see in his eyes. “I love you, Dad. I’m in love with you. No one will take you from me, not even you.” My heart skipped a beat at his words, I was speechless and powerless. Brandon pulled me in until our lips met again, I let his tongue enter my mouth willingly, his taste now a familiar comfort. Kissing Brandon wasn’t going to solve anything, but I couldn’t resist him anymore, not after he’d torn down every single one of my defenses. I moaned softly and put my arms around his shoulders, thrusting my hips against his until he hit the wall behind him. Who was I kidding, my son was irresistible, especially when he was this romantic. The door opened beside us, making me jump out of Brandon’s hold. He was quick to pull me back in though, his arms wrapping around my waist as though he could not tolerate one second of being apart from me. He was insane for not caring about us looking like a couple in public, going as far as making sure we looked like one when he knew someone was going to see us. Ryan walked out of the office and as expected, his eyes immediately zeroed in on us in our compromising position. I tried to extricate myself from my son’s hold, going as far as standing next to him as his arm would not let my waist go. “Oh, you’re still here,” Ryan sounded relieved as he stepped closer, causing Brandon to tighten his possessive grip around me. “Are you alright?” I asked the young trainer. Ryan looked defeated, which made me wonder what his father had told him in there. “I’m fine,” he replied, though his sullen face betrayed him. Brandon seemed to soften at that, his shoulders relaxing. He let me go and stepped towards Ryan, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I know the feeling, man,” Brandon said. “How could you possibly know what I’m feeling? I don’t even know what I’m feeling,” Ryan retorted as he threw his hands in the air. He looked positively torn. “You want to fuck your Daddy but you think you can’t have him,” Brandon said with a shrug. “What? No—” “Come one, you can’t fool us,” Brandon cut him off, taking my hand and pulling me close to put his arm around my shoulders. “I recognize that look, I’ve been in your shoes.” “I…I don’t know,” Ryan said, looking down at his shoes. “You’re in a safe space with us, we’re the last people on the planet who will judge you. Trust me, the moment you embrace the nasty thoughts you’re having right now about your Dad, that’s you will feel free.” Ryan looked up at us then, wide-eyed and scared. For all the bravado Brandon showed until now, he might be onto something. Ryan might harness incestuous thoughts about his father now, the same way Brandon was, and that was because of us. “Fuck,” Ryan muttered, covering his mouth as his legs started wobbling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” “It’s alright, son,” I said, putting my hand on Ryan’s other shoulder to steady him. I understood this was quite an earth-shattering revelation to go through. It made me wonder how Brandon went through such a journey that led him to wanting his father sexually. I would have to ask him about that later in detail. Now, we needed to help this young Latin man process these feelings we’d awoken in him. “There’s no shame in what you’re feeling,” I told him with a soft voice, hoping to comfort him. “That’s easy to say for you,” Ryan said as he pushed our hands away. “You’re both on the same page, that’s fucking great for you, but my Dad is never going to feel the same way about me!” “Don’t worry, we’ll help you two find each other,” Brandon told him, smirking like a villain straight out of a movie. I was floored by his bold statement. No straight man could ever fuck another man, let alone his son. Brandon was lucky I was bisexual and had had my fair share of sexual encounters in men in the past. He was lucky he’d gotten me hooked on his body, on the roleplay between father and son before I knew it was him. Brandon had gone off the deep end if he thought he could just turn any man into an incestuous fucker. He sounded so confident though. An outrageous thought crossed my mind just then. Had it been all luck on his part that he’d managed to get me where I am now, wrapped around his finger? Could Brandon have orchestrated everything from the beginning to get me? No. No way. I refused to believe my son was so cunning he’d manipulated me into sleeping with him, into falling in love with him. The thought both scared and impressed me. If Brandon truly was capable of such deception and manipulation, then he was an exceptional mastermind. “You’re crazy…How do you even plan on doing that?” Ryan asked tentatively, hope seeping through his voice. “Trust me, I know how,” Brandon assured him, glancing at me with a grin. What he said next made the idea I just had of him as a mastermind sink in. “After all, I got my Dad, didn’t I?”

Dave's awareness of his situation suddenly became clear; he'd just been fucked by his boss, here he was on a couch, naked and cum filled as his boss' buddy was stood above him, slowly stroking his own engorged member waiting to have sex. Dave began muttering, "I...I think I'd better go." Tommy could see what was happening, he'd once been there and seen this situation before. Young guy gets spun, has fun but instantly regrets it, knows he's straight. In one way Tommy felt sorry for his friend's young apprentice, "Shhhh, I get it", he said softly, "This is all confusing and you're head's fogged up, let's chill a bit and get you fixed up." With that Tommo pushed Dave, now trying to get up from the couch, back down. "Sit down and breathe, I'll help you out", Dave began to do as Tommo suggested while the older man went and got them some drinks. Eyes closed, Dave breathed deeply, slowing his mind, still processing what had happened with Niall. "You asleep?" Dave opened his eyes, jerking his head up to see Tommo holding out a glass of coke. "Coke?" Dave queried, "Would water not be better?", " Nah lad, you need the sugar" Tommo casually responded. Dave took the glass as Tommo sat next to him. "Drink up, trust me, dehydration is a bitch" Dave knew what Tommo said was true, His mouth was dry and the combo of sugar and caffeine in the drink was bound to help, he had half tuned out when he realized Tommo was still talking. "I remember what it's like, first time I did this craic was with one of my older cousins friends after a night out. Was a right head fuck. How are you feeling about it?" Dave was unsure how to respond. Here was this man, who only a few minutes ago be planning to have sex with Dave, now showing concern for his well being. "I'm...I'm not too sure. I mean, I'm straight. Or I thought I was..."Dave paused, he was becoming slightly choked up; between his thoughts, feelings and the drugs he was all over the place. Suddenly, Tommo threw an arm around Dave, pulling him closely, "Hey buddy, don't get upset, this is all natural. Just drink up, you'll be fine mate." "Here", Tommo reached for the pipe, maybe we should each take another couple of puffs, you know, just to mellow us out a bit". "I dunno" Dave replied meekly, "I don't think I want to do all that again." Tommo chuckled, "Nah lad, don't worry about that, it'll just help us chill". With that Dave downed the remainder of his drink, took the pipe from Tommo who then proceeded to hand him the lighter with his free arm as the other remained around Dave's shoulder, alternating between slow, reassuring strokes and gentle grabs. Dave began to clam a bit as he inhaled the white clouds of the pipe, each time feeling a bit more relaxed. He giggled, "Christ" he said to Tommo, "I'm starting to feel warm all over again". Dave was about to hand the pipe to Tommo but the older man refused, "Nah lad, you need it more than me. You've had a big night, let's get you sorted." "Cheers" Dave replied, he took a few more puffs, definitely feeling more relaxed, lighter even. While doing this, Dave hadn't fully realized that Tommo had moved his face slightly closer to his own, quietly egging him on, "Go on, that's it, nice deep breaths." Tommo moved quickly taking the pipe and lighter from Dave, "Here, down this, get more sugar into you" said Tommo, handing Dave another coke that appeared out of nowhere. Dave did as he was told and, once again, Tommo took the glass, his grasp on Dave's shoulder becoming more subtly firm than before. "How you feeling now?" Tommo whispered into Dave's ear. "Better", Dave said, "kinda warm though". "Oh yeah? where abouts? All over or is it rising through you?" Tommo's response seemed suggestive as he reached his free hand on to Dave's stomach, "You feeling hot right now?"

Closing Credits in pictures --- > [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11539-the-potent-frailty-~-closing-credits/ The END, and Goodnight.

I find it extremely hot. The risk, guilt, secrecy, all of it. Especially if you're cheating with another cheater. Talking bout it during the act is such a turn on.

I always assumed I was promiscuous simply because I'd never fallen in love. I do enjoy meeting up with cheaters who hit me up on sniffies and it turns me on, if I'm being honest. Maybe that makes me a bad person or a person with no soul, but I get off on it. I don't feel that guilty about it either, though I do feel a degree of remorse sometimes.

I've cheated through most of my relationships, I blame my first bf, when for a bit of fun, with another friend we stopped at a cruising ground, nothing happened or was intended. It was then highlighted to me that I drove past it every day to and from work! So that became a regular stop off. I'd not feel too guilty if no harm came or was caused as a result. It was the cause of two break ups having got caught. The thrill of the chase, someone new, a random person to discover can be too irresistible.

Move to Denver in my early to mid twenties. Learn to PNP shorty after relocating and learn to by cum dump. if you marry someone they needed to be at least as horny, kinky and open minded as you are, kinky and vanilla create regret.

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

Some great past breeders have been Asian and Pacific Islanders and South Asian. I think that's just a function of population statistics rather than any specific choice. I have had great experiences with Vietnamese and Filipino men who have been piggy, kinky, and passionate. I like strong looking and obviously sexually mature men, so if they are furry, older, and with facial and body hair I'm going to be paying attention. To the OP's point, I've always found strong, furry, and tattooed Japanese men very sexy.

Part 2 After taking my first hit from the pipe solo, I was feeling amazing! My hookup was sitting down messing with his phone, so I asked for another and he said “knock yourself out”. With that permission I lit up again, and again, and again. I was so spun I could feel every part of my body tingling with extacy! I find though that when I get spun, I become meticulous about any rouge puddles in the pipe, particularly where the stem meets the bowl. I like having all my dope together (don’t ask me why, it’s just my thing). So I am lighting and heating up the area where the stem meets the pipe over and over and over again trying to get this fucking shard to melt and join the rest where it belongs! After a while it slowly starts to roll down, and with that the main puddle starts to heat and smoke. You think I’m letting that smoke go to waste??? Fuck no! I hit the pipe again! I heat up the top and sides of the bowl to get those rouge puddles and hit again. I heat up the lower part of the stem and hit again. Now I’m higher than a kite wanting nothing more than to be the nastiest slut I can be. I set the pipe down to cool off, but there’s still more that needs to be done! I take the pipe by the bowl heating up the end of the stem where there’s still rouge puddles. I put the opening of the bowl up to my nose and inhale the smoke that’s created from the stem, switch nostrils and do it again. Let the pipe cool for a minute, make sure it doesn’t explode or burn me, and do one final evaluation. I wipe off any remaining soot and before you know it this pipe is as clear as a new one, minus the single puddle of dope I’ve worked so hard to gather into one. Now I’m feeling so high I want to take anything in my ass just to satisfy the uncontrollable urge! Luckily by then my visitor is wondering what the hell im doing, and I present him with a pristine pipe ready for use. I must have smoked most of what he put in there because he wanted to load it again with some more shards but i begged him to let me do it because I just cleaned the damn thing and he’ll just fuck it all up! I grad a straw, cut it, get the shards in there enough to where they’re not even hanging out, and load the bowl with perfection! Heat it up, take a hit and pass the pipe to him. After he hits three times and shot guns three times to me I’m on the couch with my ass lubed, porn playing, and putting toys in there to satisfy my craving until he gets hard! I suck him for maybe a minute until I mentionton that since I smoked so much of his dope that I am submitting to him in any way and until he feels I’ve paid off my debt with my body, my holes, my everything! It belong to him! That got him hard as a rock and he immediately proceeds to flip me over face down and shove his cock right in balls deep with only my spun spit as lube for his cock. Then he grabs my head, shoves it into the pillows and starts wrecking my hole and smacking me with the other! He’s pissed that I smoked so much and he intended to make me pay as long as HE wanted. He made it clear I had no say for a while! I feel his hot sweaty balls hitting me with each thrust and that only adds to my extacy! At one point he’s fucking me while I’m on my back and I’m on Grinder, A4A, and BBRT looking for more tops to use me as he instructed! ... to be continued.