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--- Setting up the scene --- Mike was eighteen years old. Tall, Fit, not that athletic boy, Mike has a bit of complex with his body compared to his mates. He just accepted he was gay, however he was still a virgin. Living a remote farm in the countryside, it was not easy to get to know gay person to identify to nor to meet one. He has just finished highschool in he city nearby, however, in new that at then of the holidays, he would be at 7 hours drive from his parents in at the university. Yet, there were still two months before that to occupy. So he registered on a regular gay dating app. He met Chris online. Chris was 23 years old, just graduated from Uni and was looking for a job, but for now was also enjoying time off at his parents in the city while looking for a job. They agreed to meet in the city to have a drink. Mike was thrilled and excited to meet Chris. He drove to the city and went to the bar. There was Chris, and even before speaking to him Mike was under his charm. They chat and kind of get along. Al of this being pretty new for Mike, he did not take any initiative. Chris joked about it and just starting kissing him. Mike was lost in all new sensations to him. Chris figured out that all of this was new to his date, and decided to take things slow. They stayed in the bar making out. When the bar was closing, they parted on Chris initiative. Mike drove back home in such a bliss and the impression of falling in love with that one guy he met. This sole evening decided Mike to come out to his parent. Which he did the day after. It went better than expected, and when agreeing to meet Chris again, his dad even made a remark to "go out covered"... They met again, and despite Mike enthusiasm, things seems a bit different. "Sorry Mike, you are a nice guy, but I am not sure I can last our relationship..." Chris said. This felt like a dagger stroke to Mike... "You are going away to study, I found a job several hours drive from here in another region. I am not that much into long distance stories man." "I am happy you found a job Chris, that is great", trying to be cheerful about this... "But we could still try no ? I mean I could drive to visit you or take the train..." "That is sweet of you, but there is something else... My ex contacted me saying me he had an STD and that I should get tested my self. That drove me a bit mad, because he kind of acknowledge that he cheated on my that bastard... but this made me not want to engage into any thing for now." Mike was silent, eyes reddening. "Oh Mike, I am sorry, I mean that is only the second time we meet." "I know. I am sorry. I got carried away and I cannot expect things of you..." mike replied... "Can we at least stay in touch ?" "Well we can try yes, we will see how this goes on" Chris said without wanting to turn him down any further... Chris took his job in the other region, while Mike went studying. Mike was not that entreprising at uni and he did not meet other gay guys. There he was hit on by one student, and they dated and he lost his virginity to him. However after several weeks, Mike ended it as he cannot escape the memory of the kisses with Chris. A year later, the same situation appeared with another student. Though it lasted longer, Mike also ended the relationship. In the meantime, Mike chatted online with Chris, but not much were exchanged. 2 years after they first met, Mike sent a long message to Chris which could be read as a love letter. Mike admitted that could not stop about Chris, how good he felt with him, while he was aware it was a bit awkward as they hardly knew each other. Chris was quite surprised by this long message, and though he ignored some of the previous messages of Mike, he thought than he may enjoy some quality time with him, but give something he could remember him as well. Chris answered him that Mike should come over for a weekend. Mike was thrilled and as they agreed on a date, Mike organized to travel there. What Mike did not know though was that Chris was HIV positive since the test he was suggested to make. Unfortunately his health insurance does not pay of the entire meds, so he do not take them all the year, and in particular not at this time of the year. --- The first night --- As the Friday arrives, Mike jumped into the train to get to Chris. He arrived at the station and as he lay a foot on the platform notice Chris waiting for him. He smiled at him and walked to him. Chris did not really change : Tall, Athletic and still very attractive. As he reached him, Chris just make out with Mike, who was surprised by doing this in public. "Welcome Mike, that is so good to see you again!" "Hi Chris. Thank you for the warm welcome!" Mike replied smiling. "Okay, let's go to my place, I leave nearby" Chris took Mike luggage and they walked to Chris flat. THey climbed the stairs, entered the flat, Chris pinned Mike to the wall and make out with him. Mike replied and give it back caressing Chris back and head. Chris stopped and said winking : "We have all weekend for that. Are you thirsty ? I will prepare dinner" "Water is fine thanks. Ow by the way, I brought something from where I come - a specialty. You will se it is very sweet and tasty". Chris handed over a glass of water to Mike, who drank it bottoms up. "Oh nice of you for this gift. Well I have one for you as well" Chris replied with a lust smile. He took Mike by the han let him to his bedroom. He pushed him so he lays on the bed, while he unbuttoned Mike's jean, revealing his trunks. Chris push all that down and just swallow Mike's cock which was already fullmast. "oh fuck... " was all Mike could say, as he was never sucked that way... Chris worked the cock wonderfully, and with his hands removed completely Mike's pant and trunks. He then place himself between Mike's leg and pull him on the edge on the bed so Chris could kneel on the floor. "Fuck Chris this is so good..." "Yeah sou like that ?" "Yeah, I will not last long I think!" Hearing this Chris just go on harder on mike's cock as he wanted to collect his jizz. "Chris, attention I am cumming…" but Chris hold position and collected Mike's cum in his mouth. As Mike unloaded his last drop, Chris continue sucking him and slowly raised Mike leg until he has his mouth in front of his pucker. He release some of the Mike's cum on it and worked inside with a finger. And he did this with all the cum allowing to lube well Mike's hole for the next step. "How do you like this now Mike ? Do you like to have your own cum in you ?" Chris asked as with one hand he unbuttoned his pant to release his cock and with the other crawl on to the bed to kiss Mike. "Yes, I did... I mean I am still hard" "I can se this" Chris replied as he has raised Mike's legs on his shoulder and put his cockhead on Mike's hole. Chris ease his cock up and down and Mike's crack making it more greasy with his precum. "Fuck Chris that feels so good..." "Yeah you like my dick rubbing your hole like this ? Do you want it to rub your prostate now ?" "I would love that... you have condoms ?" Chris always keep a condom box with only one left, usually undersized. Keeping the position, Chris reach out to the bedside table and grab the condom, remove the wrap and unroll it on his cock. "Sure... Fuck that is the last one... well I have to buy new ones tomorrow right" he said winking at Mike. "Okay Mike, are you okay to accept my cock now ?" Chris said with a lustful smile ? "Yeah please shove it deep!" Chris did as told and thrust his long dick in Mike tender hole inch avec inch. All the time Chris was maintaining eye contact with Mike, until he was balls deep. "Wow Mike you took it like a champ. You did have some lovers back at uni ?" "Some, but there were not as big as you are" "Well maybe you excitation opens the way" with that Chris withdraw almost completely leaving only the head rapidly, and doing so the condom wrapped a bit. Chris rammed slowly in Mike back and repeated the situation several times until the condom was only left on the cockhead. "Are you okay babe ? Can I go faster and rougher now ?" Chris asked, as his planned was going well "hmm hmm" Mike replied, moaning. Chris accelerated the pace and pistoning and within a few thrusts felt the condom was not on anymore but somewhere in Mike's hole. Chris strokes were rubbing Mike's prostate. "Fuck Chris I am about to cum again" "Abandon yourself Mick, I am about to!" Mike cummed hard, ropes flying from his raised ass directly to his face and t-shirt. Chris felt Mike's ass tightening on his cock. This through over the edge as well and he erupted deep in Mike's guts. "God that was good. I hope you enjoy my gift to you Mike" Chris said "Well thank you Chris. I would love more such gifts with you. though it has to wait tomorrow now" Mike replied. Chris well understood the message but it was time for his next move. He withdrew revealing his bare cock, still rock hard, and shouted in faint surprise "Fuck Mike, the condom is gone... I think I just shot my load deep in you... sorry mate" Mike was anxious... "Fuck man, what should I do ?" "I can try to catch it my fingers if you want" "Yeah please do" Mike begged. Chris kneeled between Mike's legs and started fingering him browsing for the condom. "Man I can feel my seed, but not the rubber" Chris said benefiting of the situation to massage his seed in Mike's guts. "I am sorry... Mike. I propose you try to push it on the bathroom I will prepare dinner then". he added trying to relax Mike. Mike agreed and went to the bathroom. Chris packed his cock back in his pant and went dress the table and prepare the dinner. Mike came in with his pant back but shirtless. "I managed to push it out, along with a lot of cum of yours. I hope everything will be good" Chris looked up at Mike and whistle, "I have seen the bottom but not the top. Nice body Mike. I am sorry again for this. Well I usually cum a lot, so it is likely you still have some on you. But do not worry I get regularly tested!" Mike smiled genuinely, reassured my Chris. "Well that things that could happened right... Thank you for you having me over and for the dinner". They cheerfully ate dinner and drank beers. As they finished and clear the table, Chris, horny as ever, said "So Mike, shall we get back on the bed ?" "Why not" "Hide you enthusiasm babe!" Chris joked "Well I would love to feel you inside me, but as there is no rubber left..." "I am sure we can manage something Mike, come with me!" Chris stripped mike naked and ordered him to lay on his stomach and spread his legs. Chris got naked, only keeping his wifebeater hiding some details, and lay on top of Mike, pressing his raging cock on his bare cheeks. "Mike just feel the heat of our bodies, relax. I make you feel good." Chris lowered his body and started rimming Mike. The later just started moaning with Chris tongue assault's. Chris goes on and on going deeper with his tongue, tasting his cum left mixed with Mike's fluids. As Mick is moaning loading begging for more, Chris went up turning Mike's head and kissing him, while with another hand led his bare cock to Mike's hole. Chris rocked his hips back and forth to have his cock sliding against Mike's hole. "Fuck Chris, that feels good..." "It does to me too babe!" Chris replied applying more pressure on his hips. Mike body reacted to look for more, adjusting his angle so that Chris' cock would not slide anymore against it. At some point, with a bit pressure Chris entered Mike "Ow god, you ass feels good!" "Fuck you are bare... you are bare..." "Yes, I am, but I accidentally was before as well Mike" Chris whispered to reassure him "Ho please don't stop" Chris was not to be told twice as he went deeper firmly balls deep. "Do you like it this way ?" "Yes, that feels good" Chris began to thrust in and out harder, building his orgasm, ensuring that Mike was so pleased in was in oblivion of the situation. "Mike, I am close to cum" "Hm hm" was the only response Chris got "I am about to shoot a second load deep in you mate" still rocking his hips, feeling his balls tightening. "Hm hm god I am cucking to" Mike yelled, as he contracted his ass on Chris' cock and soaking the bed sheets. Chris buried himself and shot his seed deep in Mike's ass. Once post-climax senses came back, Mike remembered he has just taken another load deep. Yet he enjoyed the feeling. Chris took hold of Mike waist and roll on his side, they were spooning, Chris still rock hard in Mike's cunt. Chris started to move in and out again. "Fuck... this was good Chris" Mike said, who cannot doubt of anything. "Yeah it was... You make me so Horny Mike! I need to breed you once more boy!" "Fuck you are insatiable" Mike said turning his head and smiling at me. "You ass is just sucking out of cock every milk my balls can produce mate! It seems you will leave full of it!" I said, while feeling climax nearing quickly this time. "Can I cum in you again Mike ?" "Yeah please do" Mike said... Chris gave a few more strokes before grunting "Oh fuck, take my seed deep man!". After a few minutes, the both drifted into sleep.

I was apprehensive about this trip to the small town where I used to play with the other kids instead of party with the adults. I had just turned 19 a couple of months ago and even though I was now legally an adult, I was a bit chubby and not very confident in my body at this point in my life. It felt awkward going to a new year’s party that my parents usually attended. I was normally left at my parents friend’s house to play with the other kids around the small town or just relax and hang out, do whatever I wanted within reason of course. They were mostly my dad’s friend’s but mom still spent time with them as well, and Harold and Vivian were very nice hosts, and very kind to me when I came to visit with them. Vivian was very motherly, and like a grandmother to me. Harold was very butch, stern but very kind. The burly bear kind of guy who didn’t take shit from anyone: he was stocky, and very hairy as salt and pepper hair busted from the top of his shirt near his neck, and he had a big beard and mustache as well, also grey but it gave him a very dignified look. I remember looking at the chest hair flowing out of the top of his shirt before and thinking it was kind of hot when I started to get older. I can almost hear my dad now: “ come on boy, it will be fun! For a change you can drink and enjoy the music at the shed party with all of us!” I told him I didn’t want to, truthfully I wasn’t big on drinking but I DID want to get away from home and hopefully find someone to have some fun with. Mostly a virgin, I only had a dildo I bought online up my ass before, besides one guy I had the pleasure of getting fucked by with a condom on but his cock wasn’t that big. My dildo was bigger, and I was really in the mood to try and meet someone with a cock maybe my size, perhaps a little bigger to see how it would feel having the REAL thing fuck me when it wasn’t 4 inches long. My own dildo was about 7 inches, just an inch bigger then my own cock and not too thick so I was able to slowly, over time get used to taking it comfortably. I didn’t expect to find someone at the shed party we would be going to… instead I had installed grindr on my phone, and took a few minutes to setup a profile in hopes I could meet a guy, hit it off with him and go over to his place. I am an adult now after all, I can take care of myself! We were just pulling up to Harold’s house when we saw Vivian was out on the front porch having her smoke. As soon as we stepped out she greeted us enthusiastically: “oh you are here already? I just got supper on now and Harold is up to the guys shed just up the road getting things in order for tonight! They are hanging Christmas lights all around the inside and outside of the shed, putting in speakers from the club…” As she talked to my parents, I dismissed myself to go in and shower, I planned to prep good so I could be all clean in case I managed to get a chance at having some fun later! I opened up grindr when I had finished my shower and was surprised to see quite a few profiles in the area, not a lot in the small community I was in, but it seemed like at least 5 or 6 men were online now and 3 of them were somewhat close! I checked a few of them out but one profile stood out to me: he had no picture posted but his profile read “looking for a guy interested in taking my cock since it is too big for the missus. Discreet and in need of someone to drain my balls, they are heavy and I cum big loads” Right away, I messaged him intrigued, his profile was unlike the others here and I wasn’t into the twinks around here, I wanted an older experienced man and I had hoped I found him. When I heard my phone go off almost immediately after I set it down I thought I hit the jackpot, he messaged me and said: “Hey. I checked out your profile… I like em a bit thick. You don’t seem like you are from around here huh? That works out good for me since I am married to a woman and have a daughter as well but we have not had sex in years. I need someone to discreetly take my cock and make me feel good… do you have any pictures to share?” My heart jumped but I was so excited I didn’t even think about who it might be or the consequences of sending a picture of myself to a man I had just started speaking with. I immediately took a selfie of me with my back to the mirror and my ass in plain view as well while I was slightly bent over so he had a nice view but it wasn’t revealing my asshole. As soon as I sent it he replied almost instantly “wow!” but nothing else. Despite me asking if he liked it, he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, so I got dressed and went out to meet everyone and chat with the family and friends before the big get together. I had chalked it up to this man wasn’t serious or interested in me, so I put it out of my head and thought to myself ill check the app later but just try and enjoy the night… My parents had told me before leaving that they were invited to another shed party to entertain for a while, my father played guitar and a lot of folks here enjoyed his music so he and my mother opted to go over on the other side of the community, before telling me to have a good time and not to drink too much. Harold and Vivian were more then happy to “keep and eye on me” over the course of the night and said that if I was tired or wanted to call it a night, to just go down into the house later and I thanked them profusely for this as I had planned to have some fun hopefully later, and as long as my parents were not around I could smoke as well as have some drinks without any judgments! I enjoyed smoking weed when I could get my hands on some, and I knew someone would have weed on them at the shed party, every year even when I was younger I could smell it off the older men coming in and out of the shed when they went for “smoke breaks”. After arriving, talking to a few guys and getting into the swing of things I stared to feel out of place a bit. Most guys and girls were enjoying the music and dancing and drinking but it wasn’t really my scene I enjoyed. The party was in full swing, people were still showing up and you could hear some snowmobiles coming up by the shed as well. Some people here didn’t care about drinking and driving… I didn’t really like that they did it but you can’t tell them anything or they get mad with you, so I kept my mouth shut and decided I would head out for a smoke break and check grindr without prying eyes. Maybe someone had gotten back to me and I could try having some fun. I went outside and a couple guys I knew were having a joint and passing it around the skidoo they were chatting around so I maneuvered myself over to them and eventually got a few puffs off the joint, as well as them asking me a few prying questions but letting me smoke with them. Once they left and went back inside I was left alone, and I pulled my phone out only to find a couple messages by the guy who had previously messaged me. The first one said: “might be busy later, let me know what you want to do? Then the second one jarred me, he said: “are you zack?” That was my name. I know I sent him a picture of me with my face and ass in the shot while I was naked in the bathroom but who could possibly know me here on grindr?! I looked at his profile again. His profile read 7 feet away. He was at the same shed party I was. For a minute I was frozen in the cold winter night outside, not from the temperature but from the message I had received and what my brain was trying to process. Who could possibly be here that knew me on grindr? I didn’t know any of these people were gay or bisexual, they all acted straight as an arrow and most seemed even a bit homophobic to be honest. I was more then scared now after getting high and felt like going back inside wasn’t an option… then I thought about what he had said before: the man was discreet and had a wife and a kid. He most likely didn’t want to be outed, so I should be safe going back in for another drink. Who knows, it might calm my nerves and maybe ill send him a message back and see where it goes? For now I just wanted to clear my head so I went back in and spoke to a few guys and spoke to Harold as well, he asked me about how I was enjoying the party so far and I said something nice while trying not to let on how nervous I felt. While idly chatting I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me. Someone was watching me but I didn’t know who or where, I just felt it and after another drink I felt like I needed some fresh air. That man from grindr was still in my head and I wanted some answers so I went outside, only to find 2 guys having a drink on their newer looking snowmobiles, they shouted out to me but I ignored them and wandered away from them and checked my phone. Grindr guy was gone! His profile disappeared, as if he had blocked me. I felt even more uneasy and noticed 4 more guys exit the shed, and then light a joint and start passing it around. One of those men in his forties who i had seen before over the years was just STARRING at me. If looks could ignite a fire, he was starting a blaze. I stopped looking at them and decided not to go and join them and ask for a hit, something about that group made me nervous so I stuck by myself. As I put my phone away, the two men on their snowmobiles passed me by, saying happy new year and other nice things on their way past me back into the shed, so I was now left alone outside with the group of men. The guy staring at me earlier called out to me: “eh, you want any of this bud?” I was shy but responded: “Umm, no thank you.” Him: come on over, I seen you looking. Have some of this, that will loosen ya up and help you relax. You seem like ya need it bud! My brain was firing off warning signs and red flags but I felt like if I said no now they would think I am weird or something Me: if it’s ok with you guys? Yeah ill have a hit. Him: come here, you having a drink too? Me: no, I had a few earlier but I haven’t opened another one yet. Him: BRETT! GO GET THE YOUNG MAN A FUCKIN BEER! I made it over to the group, as as the guy named brett resurfaced and handed me a budweiser, I was trying to figure out why this guy was familiar. He seemed like a guy my dad may have been friends with, and I seen a handful of times over the years but never had any real interaction with him until now. The man who spoke to me passed me the joint for a couple hits and then spoke up again: Him: name is frank. Think I may have seen ya before, you are jamie’s kid right? All grown up now if you are here drinking with us hey big guy? A couple if the others chuckled at that remark but I confidently responded: Me: yeah, that’s my dad. My name is zack. Nice to meet you guys, thanks for the puff. I don’t get to enjoy it much. Frank: nice! Yeah it’s good stuff, john grows it himself. Brett: be careful, it might knock your socks off if you ain’t careful hahaha! John: ah let him finish it. I got more where that came from. Enjoy it zack, see ya around later? I got a nice broad here who wants to dance with me heheh… With that, john and brett walked inside, leaving me frank and another guy outside while I finished the joint. I was really starting to mellow out and forget about the grindr guy, the weed was helping me relax and feel good and I was starting to like the party more if some guys had some good weed they wanted to share with me. While I was finishing my beer with the last few hits, unknown guy spoke up: “Hey I’m going to head inside for a while. Its fuckin cold out here haha you guys coming in a minute?” Frank: yeah man in a little bit. Might just have a cigarette and go use the washroom down the hill at the house before I pop back in. “Alright cool. Catch you later” With that he disappeared inside as well and almost immediately I felt the vibe shift as frank looked at me intently. I could swear I seen him before… was he one of my dad’s friends? I was starting to feel very buzzed and most my thoughts were not sober ones anymore, I found myself wondering what grindr guy meant when he said “wow” and if he blocked me BECAUSE he knew me after asking me my name and I did not respond to him immediately… I also wondered what his cock looked like, he had asked me for a picture of myself but never reciprocated. I felt slighted that some man whose identity I was unsure of had seemed to know who I was, they even had a very revealing picture of me while I had nothing of them and had no idea who they were. Frank broke my thoughts and the short silence: Frank: so what kind of snowmobile do ya got? Or did you walk here or get a ride? Me: I uh, don’t have anything special or fancy like some of the guys that pulled up here… I walked up. Frank: you walked up eh? Are you staying very far from here? Me: I’m staying at Harold and Vivian’s, they are pretty nice to me. I realized he was asking me a lot of questions and was wondering what he was getting at, so before he had time to probe me further I asked him the first thing that I could think of while I was high and a bit tipsy that could direct the conversation away from me. Me: So what kind of snowmobile do you have? Nice. Real smooth, I thought to myself. You couldn’t think of an original question to ask him? Frank: A 700 mxz, want to see it? I parked it just around the back, there’s not enough room out front for all the skidoo’s that are here tonight… Me: I’m surprised so many people will drink and drive on snowmobile… Frank: Yeah they do what they like here. Cops don’t seem to bother with it, too many people do it so they don’t fuckin care. Come on. With that, he started walking around the corner of the shed and I found myself following him, around the side where there was tracks for the sleds parked back here, and then to the back of the shed, there was a small clearing for a bunch more snowmobiles that were parked in a row here, but the rest of the area was enclosed by trees. Nobody would see us here unless they came around the back themselves… Frank: there she is. Purrs like a kitten too. Want to go for a ride on it? Me: ummm… not right now. Maybe later? I felt like leaving the party and going somewhere with him wasn’t a great idea right now. I didn’t feel like I knew him well enough at this point although I was sure I had seen him around scarcely when I was younger, and I was starting to sense some tension in the air. The skidoo itself was nice though, it seemed in very well kept condition and I always liked the style of those mxz’s they looked cool I thought. Frank: *grumble* ah suit yourself. I think I need to take a piss. Before I could respond to what he had said, he had his fly down from his snowsuit and dug his cock out of his jeans to show off what looked like a BIG uncut cock that must have been 5 inches soft, followed by 2 nicely shaved balls that looked plump and very full. I was buzzed and more then horny for cock at this point, but was shocked and unable to form words right away from what was happening, he started to piss and I started to think about how it would look fully hard, but both frank and myself noticed I was staring as he was mid-stream and he spoke up: Frank: Can’t take your eyes off it eh? Most of the bitches here are like that too. Hardly any of em can take it though. I even gave up on the wife when she complained and I wasn’t even halfway in yet! Hahahaha! You like what ya see boy? Being called “boy” seemed to do something to me the way he said it, almost as if it was endearing. I felt myself blush hard but I didn’t respond right away, so he continued while pissing like a racehorse: Frank: You seem like you like my cock, and from what I can tell from that picture you sent me earlier I like what you have going on yourself. Didn’t think you were gay but you got a cute ass, makes all the men crazy and the women jealous I bet hahaha! So HE was grindr guy! He was the guy who disappeared after I sent a picture to him and he asked for my name! seemed to be getting off on my squirming and could see I was conflicted but horny. Me: u-uhm, don’t you have a wife and a daughter? I stammered out a sentence while he was finishing and I noticed his cock twitch and throb a bit, growing a little even on the cold outside air. Frank: Ya, the missus never puts out anymore. And I can’t get you pregnant so I don’t have to worry about another kid! Although trying to knock you up sounds like a lot of fun heheh. You like my dick? He was asking me if I liked his cock while I was at a shed party with a bunch of straight people who didn’t know I was gay. I could hear the music thumping and people laughing and having fun just inside, but out here nobody seemed to know what was going on just out back of the shed. He started playing with it and jiggling it towards me, as if trying to entice me. Me: I…. Really like your dick frank. It looks really nice… My voice trailed off when I realized I had betrayed myself and told him I liked what I was seeing! Then again he seemed to be into me too, so what was the harm in that? Frank: Ya want to suck it? Me: What?! Here??? Frank: Hell yeah, right here. Why not? Me: What if someone comes looking for us? Or what if someone comes out to their snowmobile… Frank: Nah, nobody is leaving the party this early, it’s only around midnight… besides the washroom is what most people use to take a leak haha! They don’t come behind here. If anyone leaves the shed we will hear them opening the doors out in front. Frank stepped over to his skidoo and sat on the seat of his MXZ, cock still hanging out and now growing harder by the second, he must really be horny! Frank: Now I know you want this, so why don’t you get over here and make use of your mouth and get me fully hard? It’s going to need a warm place to slide into after being out in the chilly air like this heheh… ------- I didn't want to make a post that was too long, but let me know if you guys want to hear more!

As the sun was shining through the shutters, Chris woke up with a raging boner, feeling Mike still asleep, bare ass against him. He check the clock... 10:00 AM. Well it is the weekend no need to rush. Chris run his fingers on Mike's crack, feeling it a bit moisture... Likely due to his cum. Chris brought his dick against Mike's hole and rub it while caressing Mike's body. Mike was reacting but not yet wakening. Chris started to push in, while maintaining Mike's body pressed against his, and kissing his back. Mike's tender hole gave in to pressure and Chris pushed slowly but firmly deep until he is balls deep. Mike woke feeling the intrusion.. "What are you doing ?" "Hey sunshine, you were teasing my dick with your sweet cunt" starting to withdraw slowly "Was I ? must have been a dream" "Maybe, but you were moaning. Do you want me to stop ?" Chris asked pushing all it back in, making Mike moaning. "Owh... Do you have a condom on ?" enquired turning his head to Chris, feeling his morningwoor leaking with excitement. "Euh no still not. Remembered we used last one yesterday ? and we have already fucked bare twice and half then ?" "Oh fuck, I have never played raw before this weekend..." "Well then it is highly likely there is no risk Mike!" Chris replied kissing Mike and ramping up the pace to fuck him Mike give the kisses back while enjoying being fucked by his lover. Maintaining the kiss, Chris roll Mike on his belly, broke the kiss "Now babe, I will give you the fuck of your life" and without waiting any longer he went wile and fucking merciless Mike's ass. Mike was surprised by how brutal he was fuck painfully... fully awake, he was wimping about the situation and wehn is about Chris to stop he felf pleasure waves irradiating compensating the pain. Chris intensified his pace as he was nearing climax, and each thrust was also bringing Mike closer. In one last thrust, Chris went deeper than ever, passing Mike's second ring, and just seed him "Fuck Mike, I am getting you pregnant!" At the same time, Mike eyes widened as he felt his second ring opened and hearing Chris words made him cum on the bedsheets again. "Fuck Chris, that was rough... it hurt but god I neer came that much." Chris was still panting "Yeah, glad you like that" "unfortunate I do not have a womb, I would carry your child" still wasted and facing the mattre, Chris on top of him "Oh but Mike, you are carrying by babies. They are swirling in you" Chris said while withdrawing noticing some streaks of blood mixed with cum on his shaft. Chris got up and helped Mike as they went showevering. Mike did not notice the red streaks, Chris did not mention it. They had a brunch and Chris proposed to go walking into the city parks, doing some site seeing. Mike accepted, what mattered was spending quality time with Chris anyway. They wandered into town, visited some city monuments and later in the day, they entered a park and rest on a bench. Chris was getting horny, remembering he already had taken and given loads behind some of this trees. As they were enjoying the sun on their face, Chris brough his arm from Mike's knee behind his back and lowered it slowly. He carefully inserted his hand in Mike's underwear and reaching his crack, inserted his middle finger deep. Mike was astonished and faced Chris and before he could object, Chris pressed his lips on his, still working his finger in. Chris broke the kiss "Man I am so horny, I could just push down your pant and bree you right here..." Mike was overwhelmed by the situation... His ex were never that sexually active... He decided to give in and himslef got his hand on Chris scrotch. "Hum getting bold Mike!" Chris teased him while he withdrawing his fingers, covered in Mike's fluid and his own cum, "Taste your hole Mike" Chris ordered. Controlled by his lust Mike did as told. "Mike, would you let me take you here ? I really need to release or at this pace, I wll stain my pant and that will be noticible in the street" Chris faintly asked. "Well okay, but maybe not here in plain sight then" Mike agreed wanting to explore more. "Follow me then, there is a spot behind these bushes". Chris led him to a remote place in the park. No one was seen, but Chris well knew it does me no one was watching. Chris bent Mike over and made him lay his hand on a tree trunk, push down his pants, release his dong and pushed almost full in Mike"s hole. "Fuck Chris, please go slow I am a bit sore" Mike complained "As you want Babe, but the slower the longer it will take for me to cum." Chris replied, without clearly stating that people could then join in "Is it not better when it last longer ? "Mike asked naively Chris just approved by ramming Mike's ass with long strokes, rubbing Mike prostate. They both enjoyed the moment but in different ways. Mike was concentrating on the senssation of being full, closed eyes. Chris was fucking the ass while paying attention to their surroundings. He accelerated the pace, and just warn Mike that he was cumming "God, Mike, here come my babies!!" and he filled in deep. Then Mike heard a branch cracking. He opened his eyes and saw a man, in his fourties who seemed a it wasted, coming nearby "Fuck Chris, there is someone". Chris still in reassured Mike. "Ah indeed, well that happens, do not worry". The man happens "that is hot dude. You just came in him right ?" Chris noded. "Would you mind if I have a go at him ? I have not had a pussy for a week now..." Chris withdraw and waved him to take his place. He went to kiss Mike to distract him and hold him. The stranger unzip his fly, releasing a nice big and long cock and just ram it in Mike's ass. Mike was struggling... he was offered by Chris, he tried to complain about the situation but Chris was maintaining the kiss, until he stopped it and ordered Mike "Just let go, enjoy the ride Babe!". Mike was again feeling the pain being replaced by the pleasure... After 5 minutes of being internally massaged, he just came over the tree trunk, squizzing the stranger cock "Fuck man, I am gonna fill your cunt!" and released deep inside Mike's hole. "Thanks man" was all he said before packing back and left Chris and Mike. "Fuck Chris, what was that?" "Well, you just took an anonymous load deep, I would say" "Fuck... this is risky... he should have used a rubber" "Well he should have you are right... but he made you cum hand-free... So you pretty enjoyed it, did you not ?" Mike was puzzled by Chris answer. It was true... He actually enjoyed that feeling... since Chris came in him he loved it... "So what do you want to do now ?" Chris asked "It is getting late. shall we have dinner in a restaurant and get back at your place... I think I like the idea of taking your cum in me" Mike said, Chris givin a lustful smile.

I ran across this film again today. Here is a the link if you haven't seen it. https://barebackbastards.com/22177/chaser/

Searching for Answers After their experience with the Crone and the Deep Forest trials, Dimitrios and Conrad went back home. Both felt changed, altered, but neither knew how or why. Over the course of the next year to eighteen months, they grew more apart, unable to live in the same home but somehow still linked by their shared history and long friendship. Finally, they decided to take a sabbatical from their professional lives and travel the world. Neither of them needed to work for money, as both men had ample—Dimitri’s was actually more like vast—trust funds and decades of lucrative investments. Conrad had been thinking of starting his own small, boutique HIV practice anyway and Dimitri had a younger brother who was eager to prove his worth in the family business. And so it was decided, a year or two of sabbatical and they would return and Conrad would start his own practice and Dimitrios would return as company president or senior board advisor, and both would only do the professional work that interested them. At first their trip was nothing but frustrating to their larger goal of understanding what was happening to them. Prague was its usual festival of gay visitors and its crop of young men fed Dimitri’s growing obsession with small blonde twinks and muscle twunks. Conrad was less happy, as his sexual conquests increasingly tended towards slender, wiry, lean, muscly, men with darker skin and hair. To add to the aura of frustration for both men, the Crone was no where to be found and no one had ever heard of anybody called—or nicknamed—the Great Stag. And so, given the general direction of their experiences, they figured they should go to the epicenter of Euro kink: Berlin. After just a few weeks, both men were more content, as the city was filled with eager, young German and Scandi blondes for the Greek Muscle God and, well, the WASP Jock Doc was getting an ample serving of Latino, Spanish, and gorgeous Turkish butt. And then their luck really started to change. One night as they were about to leave Prinzknecht, a hot short muscly red-headed barback with a fantastic ass approached them. “Ur Dimiti an’ Coanrad, reit? he asked with an adorable Scottish accent. Both men got hard: here was a boy they could agree on. But he handed them an envelop, the smell of patouli wafting off of it. “A’ old granmither gave me ‘tis fur ye’se.” The note was from the Crone, telling them to go to the fist party the next Sunday at Böse Buben private clubhouse. And yes, since you’re all wondering, red-headed Rory was a fantastic fuck, eager for as much Greek and American cock and fist as he could get the rest of the two years they lived in Berlin. ### Timmy’s Rosebud Conrad finally stopped fucking the boy, driving his big cock in and filling the boy as deep as he could with potent chempiss. After Dimitri gave the boy a huge piss load, Conrad slipped several giant rocks in the boys hole. He grabbed one of his signature inflable plugs, positioning it so that it as it inflated it would block and stretch the boys outer opening forcing the piss in deeper and eventually entering Timmy’s second hole. “Daddy’s gonna pump this up, because you want that daddy chempiss deep inside you making you feel good,right?” Conrad demanded. Timmy, smiled dreamily, already feeling the healing powers of the potent chems to his sore hole, “Yes daddy, I love the chempiss, want it deep inside my boyhole.” Conrad smiled, “Tell me when it hurts. Do daddy proud through, show me what a little man you are, and let me stretch a bit before you ask me to stop.” Timmy agreed and Conrad began to pump. Of course, by design, Conrad didn’t hear Timmy ask him to stop until the twink had asked the third time, his breath catching as the football-shaped plug began stretching both pf his holes at once while pushing the huge piss load deep inside. Conrad looked down, “I’m confused boy, not thirty minutes ago you were begging me to stretch your hole and hurt you. Was that a lie?” Timmy was confused—he could barely remember five minutes ago let alone thirty—but then he vaguely remembered those moments. “No sir, that’s what I said.” “Good,” Conrad said, “You’re going to get three more pumps.” He smiled at Dimitri who was loading up the pipe. They both knew if the boy kept quiet Conrad would only give him two. This time. Timmy struggled and gasped, but didn’t say a word and he thanked Conrad profusely for giving him only two more. Dimitri settled in beside the kids head, and started feeding him the pipe. Once the kid was flying, Conrad had him get up and kneel on the bed, ass up and chest flat. He cried out but again kept his mouth shut as the change in his body’s geometry forced the big load of piss and the big plug a bit deeper in his hole. The two top men lay on the bed to relax, the pump to the boy’s plug within easy grasp of either man. For the next sixty minutes, they stretched the boy, waiting until the drugs kicked in and Timmy began to want it. This happened on cycles of about around seven minutes, depending on how many pumps of air the boy took. Conrad invariably gave three or four, Dimitri two. From time to time, right after a big stretch, one of the two men would go down and praise him for being a good boy then feed him deep lungfuls of the pipe. Once the boy was really flying, he re-entered his subspace, his mind focused only on his hole. And now he begged them to stretch and use him. And so Conrad did, pumping the plug up until it was stretching the boys outer ring almost as big as his supernatural knot, pumping until the sound of Timmy begging to be used became grunts and little cries of pain. Conrad did this until Timmy was rigid, his whole body shaking. Conrad held the boy like this for five minutes, and saw that Dimitri’s giant cock was hard as steel and he could have sworn he saw a faint red glow on his tattoo. His own cock was like iron, and he knew what his beast wanted—to slam the boy and keep stretching until he was weeping. But the boy was Dimitri’s, and so Dimitri was ultimately in charge: Dimitri would be the boys first slam. Instead Conrad did the next best thing, in his view of things anyway. He deflated the toy until it was the size of a fat zucchini. He squirted a bunch of laced up lube in—the boy was dehydrated and had reused his top men’s urine moisture for his own body’s needs—and he gently fucked the boys second hole. He positioned the inflatable football plug so the widest part was inside the boys second ring, shoving the security base right up to the outside of the first hole. He then dumped a 1/2 gram of Tina in the boy, right and left of the toy. And Conrad began to pump. Timmy kept himself under control for far longer than Conrad had expected. As the toy began the long slow stretch—Conrad was waiting a few minutes between stretches—Timmy pulled his own asschecks apart, making cries of ecstacy, rocking his ass back and forth like he did when he was into a fuck. But the stretch was inexorable, and Timmy began to struggle, but still he merely grunted, forcing his chest down against the bed. Dimitri came and whispered in the boys ear, and then obediently the boy ground out, “Please doc, hurt me, daddy, stretch me hard. Destroy my pussy.” Dimitri gave the boy four big hits of poppers and nodded at Conrad. Conrad started pumping steadily, leaving just a few seconds between pumps. Timmy struggled and began to moan, so Dimitri gave him another four hits of poppers. Once those kicked in, Conrad started pumping as hard and fast as as he could, taking the boy from moans to keens to screams. Once the boy was screaming at the big stretch he stopped and waited. Dimitri forced the boy towards calm—his face was alternating between bliss and agony—and fed him four more hits. Conrad started tiny little stretches while Dimitri gave the boy hit after hit on the pipe. Conrad stopped, and admired his handiwork. The boy was rigid, sweat dripping off his body and his surprisingly large eighteen-year-old boycock streamed precum and piss. His eyes were screwed up tight, and he was just moaning and groaning, lost between pain and his desire to have his hole used. The big toy was stretching the boy’s outer hole about an inch and half less than Conrad’s own big supernatural knot, which meant the inner hole was stretched about two inches more. From time to time his entire body would shake as his involuntary muscles tried to make the toy unwelcome. One this happened Dimitri would reach around, making sure sure the toy didn’t move. Finally, after several more rounds of poppers the boy relaxed, his chest went low and he regained his perfect arch. Dimitri loaded up the pipe and made the boy do cloud after cloud. Then,he gave him six huge hits of poppers. “Beg me to use you, Timmy, beg me to use your hole,” Conrad demanded as he started big hard quick pumps. “Please daddy use me, hurt me, use me Daddy,” Timmy chanted. When the toy was truly huge in the boys hole—his outer ring stretched tight and wide, about a full two inches of additional circumference, and his inner ring an agonizing two more as well—both considerably larger than Conrad’s cock—Conrad stopped. Dimitri fed the boy poppers and more tina, until the boy could handle the pain. It was a just barely handled state, though, Timmy occasionally jumped and gave small keening sounds, crying “Fuuuuuck, big stretch, fuuuck.” Conrad set the little timer they kept in the room to eight minutes. When the eight minutes were up Conrad ordered, “Show your Daddy Dimitri how much you want his fist, beg him to cloud you up so I can stretch you more.” The kid struggled inside his mind, but soon the drugs took over and he begged Dimitri for more drugs. Dimitri gave him four huge clouds, making him hold them in as long as he could. Then he gave the boy four big hits of poppers as Conrad began to pump, counting. When he got to three pumps the boy started screaming, so Conrad went to six and just stayed still. The boy was flawless in his suffering, still holding his ass high but his upper body undulated and writhed on the bed. He could almost see with his wolf sight the war in the boys head, as Timmy struggled to accept what he clearly craved. Conrad gave the boy two more pumps, the screaming started again, and then stopped and the boy dropped his chest, and offered his ass, despite the rigid body his limbs stayed and Timmy gave deep moans. Dimitri laughed and came over to Conrad and grabbed the ball, “You just made me a fisting pig, my love, thank you.” Conrad gave the boy more hits of the pipe and dozens of hits of poppers. In the end, Timmy was able to take another eight pumps before the screaming started again. Dimitri pushed him, and the boy got himself under control enough that he took three more. His little hole was stretched so, so wide, and Dimitri held him at the giant stretch until the screaming stopped. But now instead of submission the boy was shaking as he tried to push it out, crying out, “Oh fuck, daddy.” Dimitri gave him two more until he screamed, counting aloud back from sixty and then paused to admire the hot suffering twink, his hole unnaturally wide and tight around the plug and his abdomen distended. As he deflated the toy, the boy stayed in place as if frozen, and then seconds later assumed the position of submission. Conrad threaded the toy out and squirted in the most heavily laced lube of their arsenal. Dimitri greased up his huge right hands and forearms to his elbow with thicker lube and dumped a gram of Tina in his palm and made a big square fist. Conrad was over stroking the boys facing him, cooing “Such a good boy, so proud of you,” as he fed him a load of piss. The boy looked up at Conrad as if worshipping a god—which, to be honest, he was—and Dimitri paused until the boy had drank the load. Conrad moved the boy closer to the edge, his ass facing the back, and in a position where Dimitri could kneel beside the bed, his biggest fist at the boys ass, and his hands able to hold the boy by his torso or throat. Dimitri knelt and smiled. The boy was truly perfect for him. He leaned in and kissed him on the head, calling him such a good boy. The boy melted, his face nuzzled in the man’s huge bicep. “Did you like it when we stretched your little boypussy with that inflatable?” Dimitri demanded. The boy blushed slightly, but he said solemnly, “I loved it Daddy, it hurt sometimes but I loved it. Hurt me again Daddy, hurt me until I like it, please.” Dimitri smiled, and said, “Sure thing, pig boy, Daddy loves to do that too. Timmy started moaning, as he felt the big square fist being shoved up his hole, Dimitri holding his torso in place. Dimitri pushed into the molten depths of his new prize boy until he was knocking at the door of Timmy’s second ring. It was too fast and too deep for anyone’s first fisting, but Dimitri needed the boy to give him even more submission, even more of himself, than the boy had given Conrad. Dimitri froze, enjoying the boys visible struggle and the feeling of the boys fiery colon’s struggle to take his big arm. Once the struggle ceased, Timmy made a loud, deep, groan. Then he started making little noises of pleasure. Dimitri stuck his thumb out, into the boys second ring, and started making sensual circular motions. After a few minutes of this the boy was working up into a frenzy, and Dimitri started pushing the big pile of Tina in his palm into the deeper hole. Within seconds, Timmy was starting to try to fuck himself on Dimitri’s huge fist. Dimitri stopped him, grabbing him by the throat, and slid his hand out. “What do you need, slut?” Dimitri demanded. “Oh daddy, stretch me,” Timmy cried. “Gladly, slut,” Dimitri replied, sliding back in until again, he was at the boys second hole. Over the next thirty minutes, Dimitri’s fist entered and exited Timmy’s hole smoothly, until the hole began to loosen. Timmy was in a frenzy, enjoying the ride, cooing and moaning like the bitch in heat he’d become. Soon, Dimitri was punching the boy, keeping the experience smooth for the recently deflowered virgin. Dimitri punched the boy until his pussy was wet and sloppy, lube flying out with every punch. Timmy was a natural-born punch pig, begging his daddy to go harder, deeper, and crying out, “More sir, more sir.” Dimitri kept this up for a while, until his hardest punches could go in smoothly and the boy was lost in pleasure. Dimitri nodded at Conrad, who had been lying back and stroking his rock hard cock, and Conrad came over. He lubed up his hands and arms, going past his elbow. He dumped one half gram of Tina in his palm and closed it, making a big fist. Like his cock, Conrad’s fists were big and rectangular, a good half inch wider than his husbands, and his forearms were wide and flat, with very wide wrists. He was about to show Timmy what a punishing fisting felt like. Dimitri drove in and then used his fingers to flutter in the boys second ring. Timmy was in ecstasy, “Oh yea, Daddy, I need deep stretch, please, daddy.” Dimitri smiled and pulled out. “Reach back and show me your hole, and beg me to fist you deep, little pig,” Conrad commanded, sitting down behind the boy. As the boy immediately did as instructed, Dimitri grabbed a bottle of poppers, and got down by the boy, feeding him several big hits. As the poppers kicked in, Conrad drove his fist in until it was at the boys second ring. The boy was rigid and silent for a moment as his body absorbed the wide arm. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck, so big.” Conrad gave the boy a minute, then he said “Beg me to destroy your cunt.” Conrad immediately started flicking Tina from his palm into the boys second ring. Timmy gave a little cry at the sudden burn, then he lowered his chest flat and said, “Oh god yes, please daddy, destroy my pussy, cunt me daddy.” Conrad obliged, popped his huge fist into the boy, until the muscle of the little ring closed around his his wide wrist. Timmy’s mouth opened in a silent howl. Conrad gave the boy a minute and nodded at DImitri. Dimitri gave the boy six big hits, and as the boy exhaled the sixth hit, Conrad pulled his fist out of the boy completely. Within seconds the little pig was begging for Conrad to destroy him again. And so Conrad did, driving smoothly into the boy past his second ring time after time until the boy was taking punches like the little whore he was. It didn’t take long for Dimitri to want to join in the fun, so he greased up his arm and they took turns. Soon they were changing angles, making sure the boy took their fists in all directions, stretching the hole wide and deep. The boy was doing extremely well, begging and pleading for me. Finally, Dimitri whispered, “Punish that boys pussy.” And held up his fist and made a twisting motion. Conrad nodded and Dimitri grabbed a gram vial and when Conrad pulled out, Dimitri dropped the pussypowder in. Conrad started punching it in until he felt it take affect, the boys hole undulating around him. He drove his fist into Timmy’s second ring and began to twist and turn while pulling in and out. Timmy started yelling and flopping about and Dimitri held him down, as Conrad started to use the same motion while going deeper. Suddenly, the boy stopped flopping, and Conrad pulled straight out and then started doing the same thing to his second ring, Timmy immediately started crying out, “Oh fuck daddy, punish me, punish me, cunt meeee.” Conrad kept this up for a good twenty minutes, before going back to straight punching. The torturous twisting had made the boys hole wide open and Conrad was able to go several inches deeper, until he was about two to three inches inches above his elbow. Then Dimitri took over, going in deep and dropping another quarter deep in Timmy ‘s guts. Dimitri’s arms were longer, but easier to take as they were relatively narrow behind his wrists and tapered out. Timmy thrilled at the way the big forearms stretched his hole as they went in. For a solid three hours they fisted the boy, and while Dimitri got him to take his elbow, the boy couldn’t take Conrad’s wider, square arms nearly as deep. They finally decided to take a break, and lay on the bed, Timmy between them. Each of the big men pounded the boy again, making him beg for their toxic loads. They then spent an hour or two cuddling, slowly fucking him when they let Timmy stuff their cocks into his hole. They constantly praised him, his body, and what a good boy he was. Stroking and kissing him, and sometimes fingering him gently. Timmy was still incredibly horny and the two men’s prescience made him what them to use him again. But they refused, being gentle and kind. It was now well into Saturday afternoon and so Conrad gave the boy half of a sleeping pill—giving him some piss to help wash it down. After Timmy drank both their loads of piss, they put him in a bed in one of the spare bedrooms with a big buttplug lodged in his ass. Timmy fell asleep almost immediately—he never taken a pill before—and Conrad and Dimitri went to rest in the master bedroom.

Part 9 "Fuck Dad, what happened ? s he really a doctor " I asked doubtfully smiling while exiting the clinic... tasting dad load and feeling my sore humid ass. "Yes he is really my doc. He has been following me for years now" he replied. As for what happened... well let us discuss this at home". We got in the car and arrived 10 minutes later at home. We settled in the kitchen to grab a coffee, silently. "Dad... I actually enjoyed what happened" I started, seeing Dad's startled face "I mean, I cannot deny the waves of pleasure every time dicks rub my prostate. I did not knew we could cum that way and that was so intense..." Dad remained silent, looking at me, sipping his coffee. "It is likely I take the PEP, but I cannot foresee a situation where I would not look for this sort of bliss again." "Is that so ?" he finally said, with a grin "Well yes" I blushed "Well PEP is for post exposure Son. If you want to go on taking dicks, you have similar drugs you could take for pre-exposure... because Son, not all guys will tell you if they are poz not, detectable or not... So you are down to three patch : using condoms, using PrEP or just going wild" "Well, I expect you were more on that latter side yourself, no ?" "Son, PrEP did not exist when I was pozzed. But I enjoyed so much raw sex and condoms were turning me down so it was a gamble at some point. Now whatever you decide to do, I will be here to support you the way you want me to" "I bet you do" I laughed, patting his leg, expecting him to think he would fuck me as a supporting way... "What ?" he laughed himself "Supporting me, huh ? I was imaginating what that could be that's all!" I replied with a smile. "I see... well, this can be the kind of support I can give if it is the one you want" he simply said chuckling. "But I was more referring to be there to listen, provide recommendations..." "I know Dad! I was jus joking... somehow" "Somehow ?" I stay silent, gazing at him "How somehow Son ?" I raised to my feet before kneeling in from of him, looking at him in the eyes, while opening his fly, get out his dong and start sucking him to make him hard. "Is that so Son ? Fuck, for a straight boy, you became quite quickly a cock-whore!" he said while petting my head while I please him and his stiffening cock. "You already has one load that hole this morning. I would like to deposit this one in the other ones" He said "plus you are already lubed up with Mark dirty seed!" I just nodded in approval while starting deepthroating him as his cock was going fullmast. "To your feet son" he helped me to get to et up, while moving my shorts down exposing my bare ass in his jock. He made bend over the kitchn counter. I felt his hand wander around my hole "So creamy... You are becoming a cumdump Son, be careful what you wish for" he added, before aiming his pierced dick at my hole and penetrating me. Despite the doc load as lube, Dad size was still hurting me. "you heard what Mark said, my piercing is ruining you inside and you feel it, don't you... with both our cum, if you do go on PEP, you will be pozzed son." "I know Dad.... I know... Everything in its own time!" I said, just starting to feel the wave of pleasures slowly replacing the pain "For now, just fuck me... make me cum like you did yesterday!" "Oh slutty boy" was he replied before becoming more talkative "You like your Dad cock heu ? "Yes I do!" I said as he was driving me crazy with each thrust sending waves "Are you sure you want another poz load in you Son ? "Yeah, I am! Fuck Dad, I feel your cock when patting my stomach, that feels amazing" "Yeah you like that ?" his dirty talk just fucking turned me on... lust took complete control over me "I am gonna seed you Son!" His dick massaging my prostate and his talk pushed over the edge and I shot my load in the jock, already soaked "Fuck Dad I am cumming" "Yeah ? Good, I about to. Are you sure you want it ?" "Yes" "Yes what ?" "Yes, pleas fill me with your seed!" "Son you are becoming such a slut." he said as he goes on nearing his climax "Beg for it! Beg for my poz cum!" "Please Dad, breed me with you poz cum!" "As you desire!" In a final thrust I could feel Dad's cock throbbing deep inside. After a few seconds, he withdrew and made me kneel in front of him "Clean that boy". I did as told, tasting a bit of iron again with our mix fluid... "Good Son... but you better get the PEP! Or you will definitely get poz !" he said. AS I let go of his softening cock, I rose to my feet again. "You are right Dad... But how would you go on ?" "What do you mean ?" "Well as I said before, I cannot foresee a future without prostatic orgasm... nor cock like yours" "That is sweet of you... but if that is what you now want I would then recommend to go on PrEP. Then I could fuck you..." I pause unsure how to say what is coming to him... "Dad, before visiting the doc, I read a lot about that... and that fucking turned me on... And I read that you call the man that converted you your father... Well since I read that I cannot stopping about you beconing a second time my father." Dad was looking at me in disbelief. Though he was the one who introduced me to raw rough gay sex, he could not believe what I said... "You are becoming quite a chaser Son. Are you sure you are aware off hte consequences ? I mean, being poz comes with a price. You will be sick as shit when you sero-convert, you would have regular checkups to monitor ou rviral load, you would have to on meds to not alter your life-span..." "Yeah I read all of that. and because I am your son, you already saif you would support me the way I want." "Are you really really sure, Jay ? because this cannot be undone!" "I am not sure, but I cannot get away from you. It seems your tattoos act like a magnet to me now..." Without adding a word , Dad mades me face the counter and bent me over... and he rammed his cock which was full erect again "Alright Son, then so be it" I gasped by the sudden and surprised turn of event, but still growing excited. He starts fucking me with long slow strokes this times and he said "Here are some rules then : You will share my bed si I can fuck you every time I want to. You will stay with me as long as you want, but you cannot leave before you convert. You cannot be fucked by other men before then. Once you convert, we get you on meds. Agreed ?" "Yes Dad!" "I was not expecting this when you called Saturday morning, Son, but god, I love your ass!" "And I lot your cock" once that said, he made his assault more rough "Is that all ? Beg for it!" "Please fuck me" I replied, as I also was full mast, my dick swirling in my cum and precum in the jock. "I will seed you son! I will impregnate your deep guts with my toxic load! "Yeah, you will ?" "Yes! Fuck your ass is sucking out my cock... I will already shoot." "Please, Dad, give to me!" "Yeah ? He it comes Son. Take it deep" and in a last brutal movement I could feel him planting his seed deep inside my guts. "Now Son, your conversion journey continues then!" he said panting, as I was in ecstasy of the feeling... Expecting what could be a full week with him, after just this single weekend!

Anyone who has studied economics, whether micro or macro, will tell you that a one day protest is useless. The people protesting will spend their money the day before or the day after. Look at a profit and loss statement, even for a week; there’s not going to be a bit of difference.

Gaped for your pleasure

I have been jabbed so many times for Covid that the white card they gave out once the vaccine was available is completely full. I was boosted in October and the pharmacist laughed telling me I no longer need the card. I keep it, just in case, next to my passport. But here is my point. I have traveled nationally and internationally since the vaccine because available. I have been on planes and cruise ships with thousands of people. I have NEVER ONCE gotten Covid. I have come in contact with thousands of people and not once have I become ill. Why? I continue to follow guidelines, I am not going down some rabbit hole. I want to live my life and not have it halted by a virus.

Tina is great for unlocking that, isn’t it?

Part 8 Dad drove us home, well to his house. In silent. Once arrived, I went to my assigned room and shut the door leaving him awkwardly struggling with what he thought I was feeling. I sit on my bed, feeling the plug being pushed up my mattress, awakening me some desire again... lost in the thought of this fucked up weekend ending with me lusting for man's meat and juice... All of that mostly because of my twisted Dad... Should I resent him for what he have done ? For planting the seed in my mind that this would free me ? For actually plating his seed deep in my guts ? I should resent him for that... I mean he even let two strangers breed me as lunch for desert... but I cannot... Was it thankfulness I was feeling ? Speaking of the devil, I heard knocks on the door... "May I come in ?" "Yes" "I asked this time, and I am dressed. So do you want to discuss what happened at the restaurant ? it seems that whatever happened with your boss in the toilets triggered some turmoil..." "That is the least to say, Dad... My boss is not poz and all I saw yesterday was roleplay. So yes she cheated on me with him but yet all was a fantasy" "oh... Oh I see... Well I am sorry son... this would have brought us closer... I was able to disclose you I was myself positive" I looked at him puzzled... Does he even realize it is only this ?!? "and we have become more intimate. You discover part of your body that could give you pleasure like you never expected. You discover facets of you craving for different desires, primal ones. There is no point regretting what you saw yesterday, what you have experienced since then. First because it is too late, but more importantly because you need to be true to yourself : you fucking enjoyed yourself. Did you not ?" I lay there reflecting, feeling lectured... but also reassured maybe. "Saying no would be lying." I admitted. "Though, I struggle to understand how the full straight jock I was 48 hours ago could fancy such twisted things you made me do... I mean, I just have the impression when I replay the whole situation that you are the one who tricked me, that you made me your fleshlight" I see dad think about my statements, accusation even, and it does not seem to anger him. "You would not be my son, I admit I would plead guilty right away! I converted a few neg guys that way. Thinking about it could make me hard right now... But you are my son. And things did not developed that way... you have to admit it". He replied assertively, maintaining eye contact, and his reference to he pozzing neg guys made me look at his scrotch, furtively, or so I thought. "Listen Son, I am sorry. What happened does me you could turn positive... you can always take PEP, which would highly reduce the risk... I will take an appointment tomorrow with my doctor so you can check this out with him". I looked at him, and I seemed relieved that he is taking of me. I went to hug him and just sighed in his chest. Being held in his arms this way felt secure and in some way his scents triggers some arousal in me which I tried to hide. Either he did not notice it or faint to. After a while I unfold my arms and just say "Thank you. I think I need to meet the doctor" "Alright. I will arrange this fist thing in the morning". The rest of the day went on quietly, as we settled in the garden near the pool. He was reading, while I was browsing content on phone... Well actually looked for information about the risks, to be sure to ask every single question to the doc the next day... The next morning, I woke up hearing dad on the phone, and to my understanding he was according to meet the doctor. As he hang up, he knocked on the door and I yawned as just said "Yes". "Hi Son, I hope you slept well. Everything alright ?" "Yes, thanks. It seems I had a restful night. I has been a long time, though I felt some pain in my ass... but well I would discuss this with the doctor" "Yes about that, appointment is in one hour. So you have 45min to get ready and I will drive you there. I took some days off to be sure everything is going okay." "Thanks Dad, let me properly wake up and prepare and I will be there". I hung out a bit more in bed, before showering and getting. As I notice I forgot to was my laundry, I decide to wear yesterday clothes... not that I have much choices... Dad drove me the local clinic, we sat in the waiting room, while I hear my name called. I raised to my feet and went to the exam room. A very handsome man in his fifties was sitting on a chair, looking at his computer. As he saw me, he greeted me "Hi, I am Doctor Gabel. First time we meet, Jay Marsch, is it ?" "Hi, Yes Doctor." "Okay, I see you are the son of Andrews Marsch, who called for you saying this was an emergency. So explain what is happening to me." "Indeed... well I am not sure how to say this... " hesitating wht to say and not to say "Jay, no need to be ashamed or fear anything... I see plently of men and women here with things that would seems awkward to anyone... So feel free to speak. no judgement" he said seing my reluctancy to develop. "Okay... well I had unprotected sex with a man who is HIV positive, and I would like to see how I could get PEP". "I see" he simply replied raising an eybrow "Were you top or bottom ?Are you usually barebacking ?" "heu, bottom I guess, and yes I used to with my girlfried, who appeared to be cheating on me" "Owh okay. You are bisexual then ?" "Well, I have never done a thing with a man before this weekend." "Okay. Since this have been you first time, I might need to have a look at you. WOuld you mind getting undress and lay on your back on the eximanation table ? "Sure". I started to get undress until being in the jock Dad lent me "You can keep that on, Jay" he said with a smile. I climbed on the table an laid on my back, as I saw the doctor apprroaching - noticing a bulge in his pants. "Alright Jay, please raise your hips and your legs so I can see your anus. I might need probe at least one finger inside before inserting a speculum to check. Any pains there since you get fucked ?" I did what I was told. He lubed his fingers and inserted it. My felt my sore ass reacting and clenching on it. The doc goes on, inserting a second finger. My body was reacting to the intrusion, and I started to get a boner. "Okay Jay, no neeed to be ashamed of your reaction. It is totally normal. I will now insert the speculum, that will feel quite cold but that would allow me to see inside if there is any bleeding." "Okay doctor, but I think there was bleeding... I mean the man's penis was pinkish once he withdrew from me" "Okay, let me confim this" with that he starting to insert the metallic tool, which felt cold. Once inside he opened it, and feeling opened, he inserted a finger which I felt was caressing my guts. "Okay Jay what I see here is a bit messy. Besides traces of cum, there are indeed nice scratching marks and they seem to go far" I started to worry about that description "well he was pretty hung, like 11 inches and a piercing sharply drooved." "Interesting. I know some guys that could match that description" wait was doc gay ? "And were you able that the stud was positive before in came in you ?" "Yes I was" I admitted. "So if I sum up, you are a straight man who was fucked raw by a very hung man, who has a piercing designed to scratch your insides, a man who is HIV positive and you let cum him in you. Am I correct ?" he asked. Laid on the table I could only see the astonishment and smile on his face between my legs, and all the time having a finger rubbing my inside "Well said like this, if seems completly crazy... but yes" "Ok Jay, so let me ask you more questions. It seems that having things down you ass is exciting you. And so is telling me what happened. You jock is being soaked by you dick as we speak. You let a positive man gift you. Did you enjoy the moment ? Do you think you would do it again ?" "I did enjoy that yes, but wait you said gift ? How is that a gift ? "Ow this is the word poz man use when they share their semen to neg guys usually. And we consider this has a gift because it set free of the fear of catching it. And for some men, it is also an attraction. Were you attracted to that cock ?" What the fuck was happening... where this consultation was going. And did he just said 'we' when talking about poz men ? and yet i hear myself replying "Yes" to the doctor. "I come back in one minute Jay" the doctor said leaving the room and me exposed on the table. "Okay Jay, I am back and I asked your father to join me". What the fuck was this doctor. "Andrews" the doc calls my dad by his fist name as well ?? "Have a look at his guts." Dad did bent an check through the speculum my guts. "You fucked him good, Andrews" the doc said, before adding "Jay, you can take PEP, that would work, but before this, I would like you to consider this." with that he opened his flyer and revealed a 9-inch cock. He withdraw the speculum and put his dick at my entrance looking me in the eyes. "I can feel your ass pushing on me Jay. Do you want me to go further ?" I was again losing control over my cock which has been drooling precum since the first finger intrusion... i just sighed and nodded. With that the doc just slided in, inches after inches until I feel his balls against my ass. "You feel these balls ? They have a huge load for you Jay. Now be a good son and suck your old man cock while I breed you". Dad was already stroking his cock, leaking with precum as he came near and directed my head to his mushroom. The doc started to go back and forth. "Yeah suck that dick Jay. You know your father is the one who converted me. In a way is a kind of father to me." he said. "Fuck your ass is good. I will not last long Andrews" "Well breed his cunt Mark, I will fed him his breakfast" Dad said, in my disbelief. The doc just rushed in and out and just shout "Oh fuck, take my seed boy!" as I feel him filling me. A few seconds later was cumming down my throat, petting me. As they both got their dick back in their pant, I recovered slowly from the fuck "Well Jay this was an interesting encounter. You can get dressed as well. Here is your prescription. Up to you to decide to take it or not. But please take an appointment to have a checkup in one month" he said, winking at my dad, and handing me the drug list.

White Wolf on the Hunt On paper or clothed, Dr. Conrad Morris and Dimitrios Argyros were vastly different men. Dimitrios hailed from a long line of Greek shipping magnates, and was educated at private schools in Switzerland, France, and England. Morris was one hundred percent WASP elite, a Choate boy, with an Ivy League medical degree and a society page mother and financier father. Whereas Dimitri was dark, even a bit swarthy, Morris was dark blonde, pink skin and with a square handsome Anglo face. Naked, though, the men appeared somewhat more similar. Morris was far less hairy, but both men had huge chests and tight abs. Conrad was built more square, like the football player he’d been, his six pack square block instead of the intense bodybuilder-level definition that made Dimitri’s waist so enchanting. In place of Dimitri’s tattoo Conrad had a gorgeously-rendered white wolf, its eyes pentagrams, its fangs opening around the toxic waste symbol right above his hard naval, and a long tongue snaking down the length of his big fat cock. His cock was slab like and rectangular, a solid ten inches in length and eight around. White as marble, it got hard as steel and stayed that way for hours. Even the most experienced men actually found his cock harder to take than Dimitri’s because it did not taper—when hard it started with perfectly shaped blunt head that was nearly immediately 8 inches around from head to shaft. His current boy—a tall, wiry 22-year-old Latino Morris had converted three years ago—still cried out every time the good doctor used the big head to batter open the boys second ring. Morris drove down the park from the large townhouse he lived in and tapped the codes for both the building and Dimitri’s private parking area. He and the other four heads of the Brotherhood chapter all had spaces, marked with stylized icons of their spiritual-animal companions. Taking the private lift up and reaching the apartment he immediately heard deep moaning and little gasps of surprise coming from one of the bathrooms. Poking his head in, he saw that Dimitri had the boy handcuffed facing towards the shower wall, on his tiptoes, while the big man milked little Timmy’s prostrate while fingerfucking the boyhole. Dimitri looked up and Conrad grinned and squeezed his hardening slab. Dimitri smiled and fingerfucked harder, eliciting little screams from the boy and Conrad left to get naked and high. Conrad went into the sex bedroom—he knew the drill—and saw that one of Dimitri’s dozens of staff had already put on fresh sheets. He stripped off his tight cashmere jogging pants and tshirt and looked at himself in the mirror. His big cock was semihard and still damp from the depths of little Julio’s glorious throat. Julio had begged for his seed, but Conrad wanted to load up the new conquest. And once the prospect of his animal side knotting and destroying the boy’s pussy was revealed had made any fuck for Julio a no go. But the gorgeous Latino had been such a good boy lately, Conrad had given Julio his Amex Platinum with instructions to spend no more than a thousand and let him choose an ample selection of party favors from daddy’s fingerprint-locked drugs safe. Folding up his clothes neatly he placed them into the drawer marked “white wolf.” He set his phone down and it chimed as if on que, and Conrad grinned as a video popped up of Julio and a blonde twink owned by another Brotherhood member doing a giant line of crystal off of the huge black cock of the bouncer at the local leather nightclub. Julio wouldn’t be getting the cock of the daddy-master he was addicted to tonight, but he was definitely getting some good dick. “Take video, little whoreboy,” Conrad texted. Conrad loaded up Dimitri’s pipe and began to slowly and languidly get high. He stroked his famously gorgeous hard cock, the big veins on his arms flexing as he stroked. Conrad was exceptionally turned on, and he felt the wolf stir, the tongue that ran from above his navel along his giant marble slab grew warm as his cock rose. Fuck, he thought, maybe the kid had a magic pussy after all. After a few minutes, he wondered what was keeping Dimitri and the hot little piece of ass. Getting up and walking towards the bathroom, he heard a sharp crack and Timmy cried out. He arrived just as Dimitri was delivering, according Timmy’s cry, belt strap number five on Timmy’s perfect white ass. “What do you say?” Dimitri said. “I am sorry, sir, please, sir,” Tommy gasped, “Please sir, it would be an honor to drink your piss.” Keeping Timmy facing away from Conrad, Dimitri cuffed the boys thin but muscular arms behind his back. Timmy knelt—Conrad could see the boys pink hole was puffy from his recent Virgin fuck—and swallowed great gulps of piss, his expression showing the taste was a struggle. Waiting until Dimitri was done, Conrad walked over, knelt, and whispered softly, “I hear you’re a dirty boy who just took several dirty toxic Greek loads.” Timmy looked back, his eyes wide with surprise to find someone else there. Then his entire face and torso turned red with embarrassment as he slowly recognized the hot older doctor from his recent visit. Dimitri took Timmy’s head off his cock, and whispered something in his ear. Still on his knees, he faced Conrad and knelt and started kissing Conrad’s huge feet, working his way up the man’s tree stalk legs. He then silently put his mouth around Conrad’s huge semi-hard cock head and looked up at the big man with his dark eyes wide. Conrad smiled, and fed the boy small mouthfuls of piss, going over so slowly, to prolong his humiliation. When his bladder was half empty, Conrad reached down and brought the boy up and standing. He uncuffed him and ordered him to turn. “Show Daddy Doc your pussy, Timmy,” Conrad growled, lifting one of the boys quite defined legs up onto the bathroom vanity. He speared the boy with the head of his cock, holding tightly onto Timmy’s tight ass as he did so. Timmy shouted, “Ow, daddy, oh fuck,” at the big stretch. Conrad delivered the rest of his piss—enough the fill the boy up—and then reaching into the sink he grabbed the buttplug Dimitri had taken out of the boy earlier and drove it up the spasming quim. Conrad picked Timmy up, and growled in his ear, “My cock is super thick and it’s gonna stretch you so good.” Timmy could feel the big slab pulsing under his ass, and he shivered. “I am going to get you high, and you’re going to beg me, like you begged your daddy Dimitri, for my toxic loads,” Conrad spoked quietly. “Is that clear, boy?” Timmy nodded, “Yes, sir, please sir, give me your toxic loads.” Reaching the bedroom, he gently laid the boy down on his back. Conrad took the boys perfect head in his head and looked into the boys dark eyes, dilated from the drugs, and he said in his deep voice, “My cock hurts like a motherfucker, especially to a relative virgin like you, so you get to be high tonight. But every Wednesday my office closes early so you’re going to be there, every week, and you’re going to get fucked with no chems. Every week, kid.” Conrad got the twink well beyond pleasantly high. Conrad needed to seed, and he needed his wolf to appear, and the higher the kid was the more likely he would be an acceptable offering to the supernatural. He stuffed several big shards of crystal up the little pink hole, driving the burning rocks around the boys little buttplug, as Timmy first screamed but soon begged to be used and stretched. He placed Timmy between himself and Dimitri, and both men kept up a constant stream of praise for the boy, his beauty, his physical perfection, his good boy obedience, alternating to how they were going to seed him, leave him open and dripping, fill him with piss and toxic cum. The entire time they plied the boy with the pipe. Timmy got his own clouds plus both of their shotguns every time until Timmy was gone into a world of dark desires. And then Conrad began the boy’s fuck. Timmy, like every man before him, found his first experience of the marble cock—which felt like someone trying to shove a pulsing, warm, pink and white four-by-four up his ass—difficult. Conrad was patient and relatively gentle, put the cock needed what the cock needed, and the wolf needed destruction. Timmy keened, groaned, and pleaded for Conrad to go slow. And Conrad patiently opened the boy until it was truly time for Timmy to learn to surrender to the needs of his top. Conrad began to push harder, to demand that his cock sink in. “Push out, boy, it will make it easier,” Conrad commanded. Conrad grinned wildly as the boy did and a inch of dick slid into the boys second hole. Timmy started a low, keening moan, and his little pink hole began creaming around the huge, big dildo-sized intruder, the boy’s ass juices mixing with lube and piss to make a foam. “Fuck, you are a little pussy aren’t you?” Conrad demanded, “First you bleed like a girl when my husband takes your cherry, and now your asspussy is coming around my big man cock?” #### Making Wolf and Dragon Little known fact: Dimitrios Argyros, MBA, and Conrad Morris, MD, have been very-happily-married since the early 1990s. Over the course of their 35-year marriage neither man has ever given up his status as a platinum gay top—meaning neither has given his ass to another man nor fucked a woman—but they have together fucked hundreds—if not thousands—of men. There was an early period when they lived together, but the animal spirits that shadow them aren’t particularly social beings and so Conrad took the huge mansion on the park while Dimitri lives in the Penthouse. They lived together as an A-list, double-top, drugs-and-leather-on-weekends-suits-during-the-week power couple for about a decade. Going out and notching up conquests at every circuit party, Provincetown weekend, LA Pride, and Russian River, Fire Island or Douglas house party they attended. They were just as striking then as they are now, their muscular bodies, handsome faces, expensive clothes, and serious dom top energy meant men and boys lined up, eager to be another notch on the storied couple’s belt. Their conquests in those days were varied—muscle bottom pigs, wiry skinny skinheads of ever color with big uncut Euro cocks, Tall and short Latinos, small- and big-dicked Asians, Black twinks, all manner of bears, manly chubs, and bearded otters, blondes (Dimitri), curly-dark-haired Jewish boys with pale skin and rosy cheeks (Conrad) and red heads (always both, with great enthusiasm)—but then they met the Crone. And the Great Stag. And their life was altered in ways neither could imagine. Visiting the Crone started as a joke. Conrad bought Dimitrios a visit to a fortune-teller on a visit to Prague. It seemed appropriate. The city was beautiful and the architecture exotic and mysterious in the night. The Crone lived up to her movie representation—down to the veil, the hoop earrings, and the clinking bracelets. But the lark soon turned dark, as the heavily-accented English cadence of the tiny withered woman transported them out of Prague, out of the human world, and into a dark wood. There, isolated from one another by the vast, old-growth European forests of Eastern Europe each of the men faced great tests. Each confronted their own lack of seriousness, their lives lived without purpose, their reflexive capitalist need for self-denial, and their inadequate pursuits of pleasure. And each regained conscious into the real world, naked, lying next to one another in their big king bed in their suite at the Four Seasons Prague. Their formerly unmarked bodies now bore the tattoos of their new spiritual guides: Conrad’s White Wolf and Dimitri’s Dragon. ### A Trademark Fuck Timmy was now truly and fully experiencing a Dr. Conrad Morris Fuck. Timmy had been fucked for the first time several hours earlier—by the massive cock of a man he regarded as a sex god, Dimitri—but he was pretty sure Conrad Morris was a damn good fuck too. The man had been patient he knew, and the first forty minutes had indeed “hurt like a motherfucker.” The thing between the man’s legs was agonizingly thick, and shaped to destroy. But then everything fell into place—his longtime sexual fantasies about Roman Gladiators, his affinity for Treasure Island porn, the drugs and magic seed the dom stud had given him—and suddenly giving the big muscle man, who was the spitting image of his high-school quarterback crush, his boypussy seemed like the most natural and important thing in the world. He knew at some level it was still painful, but now he relished the pain. He knew his pussy was meant for destruction, and that his place in the universe was to allow men like Conrad and Dimitri to destroy it. However, whenever, they chose. Conrad could see the change in the boy: the submission, the surrender. He could also, to his immense pleasure, feel it as he cock sank in balls deep into the boy’s hole. “Oh fuck, boy, that’s right,” Conrad panted, speeding up, “Take daddy’s big cock deep, let me own that boyhole.” Conrad now fucked more brutally, enjoying the way his big slab was visible through the boys tight, fat-free torso. Suddenly, Timmy began crying out, moaning, his entire body shaking as he experienced his first anal orgasm. Seeing the change, Dimitri got up from where he’d been reclining on the big leather sofa along one wall enjoying the show. He grabbed a 3/4 gram vial of crushed Tina, his pipe, and then his small bowl of crystal rocks and walked over. He handed his husband the vial and got the smoke flowing. He and Conrad took turns puffing and shotgunning—little Timmy thought the two of them making out was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen—and then Dimitri started feeding clouds to the already-high Timmy. After Timmy had puffed a bit, the need in his hole growing, Timmy began to beg, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck daddy, harder, need deeper.” As he began to really rail the boy, he felt the beast stir. “Teach this gorgeous little slut the Litany of the Offering ,” Conrad said, “Somebody wants to join us and fuck up this hole.” Dimitri grinned and leaned in and whispered quietly in Timmy’s ear. Timmy opened his eyes—the darkest brown of his eyes now void black—and looked directly into Conrad’s face. His expression one of intense need, he began begging, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” Conrad grinned, and began a series of full pull out and slam in fucks, Timmy squealing the words of the litany with each punishing thrust. Still slam-fucking the boy, Conrad opened the vial of crushed pussy powder. He recited the sacred words, proper to his beast, over the boys begging. “The white wolf is a creature of snow, and ice, his eyes shine crystal blue. The white wolf is a creature of snow and ice…”. Conrad pulled out, and in a movement he’d practiced hundreds of times over the decades, he dropped the entire vial of crystal deep in Timmy’s boyhole. Without missing a beat the huge cock, already starting its supranatural swell, plunged into Timmy, driving the big pile ahead of the blunt head. Timmy started screaming as his hole burned with fire and the cock’s new length pushed in at least a half-inch deeper than Conrad had gone before. The room went immediately black as night, the lights and candles extinguished. The eyes of Conrad’s wolf tattoo glowed bright blue, the pentagrams worked into them pulsing uncomfortably warm. Conrad felt the swelling increase, as his cock slowly lengthened and the base started bulging. Timmy was going to be fortunate tonight—if his cock swelled slowly, it would make what was to come easier to bear. Conrad continued to fuck the boy, each thrust in to the boys molten depths going deeper, and each time by the time he pulled out his cock was thicker and the big swelling ball that grew at the base of his cock was larger. Conrad plunged in again, and started just fucking the base of his cock in and out, each pull stretching the boys outer ring like a growing set of anal beads, each stretch bigger than the last. Conrad couldn’t believe how good it felt—not as sweet as a hole during the sex ritual, but just off of that by a fraction. Timmy was begging for the fuck, begging for the load, begging Conrad to stop, crying out, moaning, and yelling, “Fuck me daddy, harder, punish my pussy, it’s what I neeeeed.” This last cry came as the beast fully revealed itself, the cock growing twice as fast with each punishing fuck of the gaping boycunt and the long tongue wrapped around the giant burned hot. Conrad looked down—and brought his cock out—his cock was probably thirteen inches now, and he estimated eleven around, the ball at the base swollen to fourteen inches in circumference. His cock remained gorgeous, shaped in its nearly angular beauty, pink and white and alive. Hard it never really looked real—he agreed with those who said looked a bit like a big dildo—but swollen to this size, and with the bulging base, it looked like something from a fist fuckers dildo fantasies. And this dildo was covered in a thick layer of slightly pink pussy cream. And this living dildo needed to fuck. And so fuck he did, pillaging Timmy’s hole for a solid thirty more minutes. Timmy was gaping and sometimes struggling, but Dimitri was looking out for Timmy, dropping shards into his gash for Conrad to drive in and whispering in his ear while feeding him the pipe. The boy stopped struggling, and just started moaning and grunting quietly—when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked Conrad square in the face. “I am your hole, feed me that seed, please daddy, feed me the seed.” At that moment the big cock swelled, and Conrad could actually see the bulge in Timmy’s abdomen get bigger, and Cobrad erupted, his cock spewing first several gigantic pent-up-spurts of his own semen, and the big cock sputtered for a split second and then the thick, heavy cream of supernatural semen erupted. Conrad kept brutally fucking, making sure that the heavy cream coated his still spurting tool. He plunged out and plunged in again, stopping with his cock positioned so the ball at the base was in Timmy’s hole at the widest point. Over the next few minutes, with each squirt of come, his cock continued to swell and the ball grew by another inch and a half in diameter. Timmy was both screaming and experience a rolling series of assgasms. Dimitri, from long experience, was holding the boy’s legs back and keeping his body in place. For Timmy, the big swelling cock was like getting punched in the gut with every thrust. But his desire to be dominated, to take the load, and the growing euphoria of his second dose of supernatural sperm was feeding his need for destruction. However, when Conrad paused and Timmy felt the final stretch by the ball at the base of the giant cock, he went completely silent; His mouth open in a silent howl. Dimitri grinned and bit the boys ear. Conrad was not generally any where near as mean or sadistic as Dimitri could be, but he loved to punish hole in very particular ways. Conrad’s friends were convinced that Conrad owned one of every single enema tool or inflatable ever made, and most of them were huge and could be used with great brutality. Conrad’s dominant maleness was currently locked into battle with the will-to-self-preservation of a very high, very small in stature, and very hungry natural pussy boy. Timmy’s eyes were pleading, his ass involuntarily trying to push the giant intruder out. But no one-hundred-pound eighteen-year-old twink could match physical strength with a giant muscle fucker, especially when the boy was not fighting the man, but himself. With great clarity, like a lightswitch click, both men saw Timmy submit yet again. This time even more completely and fully. His eyes closed, lashes wet with tears, his head lolled back as he moaned out, “Fuck me daddy, please, hurt me.” Conrad kept the stretch for about thirty more seconds as Dimitri whispered, “Now that’s a good boy.” Then Conrad popped the supernaturally giant cock into the boy and positioned himself on his toes over his prey with his bulging arms holding the boy captive, his cock able to penetrate the boy to its fullest depth. Conrad plundered and pillaged the boy, fucking hard and fast, popping his huge tool out and driving it in to its new pussy-crushing depth. Each time he was entered, Timmy spasmed and groaned, but he no longer shouted. Instead, he moaned and keened as he rode the pleasure/pain journey Conrad was guiding him on, silently weeping in relief to have finally accepted his true role in the world. Conrad fucked him until Timmy started showing his rosebud. Conrad pulled out, reached into the big bowl of crystal rocks and selected a large one. He placed the big rock in the huge piss hole of his expanded cock and drove it in deep. Timmy cried out and Conrad commanded, “Bear down, use your hole to suckle on daddy’s giant tree then push out hard.” Conrad sighed as Timmy groaned, his entire hole suddenly reminded of the size of the supernatural cock. When Conrad felt the amazing suckle of Timmy milking his cock shift to the opening of the hard push out, and he drove his cock in just a smidge tighter and let loose a giant stream of mixed pent-up chempiss, leftover toxic man cum, and supernatural sperm. Timmy cried out at the burn, but then he started begging, “Oh fuck daddy that burns so good, use me as your urinal daddy, please daddy stretch me.” In all, after Conrad’s wolfy orgasm, Timmy was fucked for another ninety minutes by his daddy doctor’s oversized cock. In all, Conrad had been inside the boy for nearly two and a half hours of constant, dominating bliss. Dimitri was getting justifiably restless for his turn, and he started preparing for the next stage. He made sure the there was an adequate supply of both crushed Tina and rocks at the ready and rifled around in drawers gathering cuffs and jocks and other paraphernalia. While Conrad continued fucking, Dimitri loaded up the pipe and he and Conrad smoked. “Getting impatient, old man,” Conrad teased. Dimitri grinned and said, “Losing your self-control old man, can’t stop? I told you it was one sweet hole.” Right as Dimitri said that Timmy went into another anal orgasm and Conrad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Top twenty fucks of my life, maybe top ten,” he breathed out, his smile ecstatic, “Okay, top five, what a hole.” Dimitri grinned and then leaned into towards Timmy’s head, reaching across, he locked a wide leather collar trimmed in red around the spun out boys neck. He turned Timmy’s head towards his own and the boy opened his eyes and looked into the man’s handsome face, his eyes black but adoring. “Timmy you weren’t top five for me baby,” Dimitri said, “No, you’ve got the best boypussy I’ve ever had. And I am going to ravish that pussy every day for the rest of my life.”

I had noticed this, and noted that its existence speaks volumes... As @partying.hard correctly points out, it will be completely unnoticeable (apart from a throwaway news item) to the people it's intended to hurt or threaten. A one-day event won't touch their bottom line significantly (and if it would, our economic system would be so volatile as to be useless). Also, a one-day event will most probably be a throwaway even from the point of view of the proletariat customers. People who participate will simply move their purchases to another day. But furthermore (and this is the part that to me personally is most interesting), the existence of such an event directly implies that it will be a meaningful change in behavior for the people cancelling their purchases... in other words, that most people BUY A SIGNIFICANT QUANTITY OF GOODS EACH AND EVERY DAY! That says a lot about the 21st century American culture and economy.

Well, they've had a sip of the cool-aid, and not much more can be expected of them. On the other hand, President of Ukraine, Mr. Zelenskyy, sat down with His Faded Orangeness, and that other bearded blunder, for a discussion about their valuable dirt and our guarantees of assistance as the little-boy-to-the-north's war drags (literally) on and on and on. We, the citizens of the US, were completely disgraced by the performance of our elected leadership - both President and Vice President, as both of them insulted the President of Ukraine over and over and over again. This time, Macron wasn't there to gently touch Orangie's arm (to get him to shut his hole) and explain quietly what the actual situation was. It was a truly embarrassing demonstration of grade-school-class bullying put on by our President & Veep.

For me it was November, and pretty much the same story, Pharmacist where I go asks regularly about a number of boosters, and I always get them. They've never bothered me at all, so why not take a professional's advice?

Excellent youth training 👌

@Erik62 would you please cite your sources?

To me, it does seem plausible he might be straight while still fucking a man. It's not that simple: there are sexual identities (gay, straight, bi, pan, etc), sexual behaviours (fucking, sucking, everything else!), and sexual preferences (into men, into women, into cis, into trans, into NB, and many more), and they do not necessarily all line up, even among "straight" identifying men. Here in the UK, there's a common joke among straight men that "any hole's a goal", and I have used that to my advantage on a number of occasions. Also among laddish guys, if you happen to crouch down in front of them (say, to tie your laces or whatever), you'll occasionally get a "while you're down there, mate" as they all laugh. I have gotten lucky once or twice here too, when I've said words to the effect of "ok then|", suggested my skills in that area, and steered the resulting confusion towards an outcome I'm hoping for. I used to have a regular straight guy who'd host, bend me over, and literally put his phone on my back watching straight porn while he was fucking me. He just needed a hole to cum in, and I was happy to be that hole. Another straight guy who'd insist on me wearing a jock to cover up my cock while he was fucking me on my back (once or twice made me wear panties), calling me 'baby girl' the whole time. I acted the part for him, because of course I fucking did. It's really not that simple, and in truth never has been, from place to place, culture to culture, man to man. There are always complexities...

I am aware of bar and door staff that were fired after fraternising with customers during their shift at venues in London. One venue I know has a policy of barring for life staff that are fired for misconduct. I imagine it is a legal thing where a venue with an adult encounter license might be accused of breaking the terms of the license and even running a brothel if they charge an entry fee and then allow staff 'engage' with customers. When you think about it, as an employer it'd be a legal minefield to permit staff to engage with customers in that way - liability, insurance, safeguarding, all sorts of things come to mind.

FORTUNATELY, we are beginning to get rumbles. They're getting more frequent & louder 🤣🤣🤣. This AM, Australia 🇦🇺 got a VERY BIG earthquake strength jolt when a reporter asked Trump about the AUKUS deal. "AH, WHAT'S THAT🤔??? " He's an IDIOT 😱.

I’m 84, and I follow the routine of douching with a bulb douche to clear water when my hookup arrives. We then engage in foreplay for a half hour or 45 minutes. Then it’s time to douche again to clear water. What happens after the first douche is that matter further up in your intestines drops down to replace what was removed in the first cleaning. The second cleanup takes care of that. Fortunately I have a walk in shower to make the process easier. If I don’t use this process my top is going to get shit on his cock. I’m also a fisting top and don’t like to see any shit around my hand, whether a bare or gloved hand. I recently had to teach a young man this technique when I saw shit around his hole during our session. After the second douche, he remained squeaky clean. I’m not into scat, and neither are the tops that fuck me. The other choice would be to fast the day before a hookup, but I believe this process is much easier than that.

Hints from Heloise....faggot pig edition.

I was in a club in London on the dancefloor in my shorts, boots and harness next to a one foot high stage where 2 maybe more men were putting on a sex show. They were fucking, fisting and pissing and I don't know how it happened as I was hnh but the guys on stage and some of the men surrounding me pissed all over my body, face and in my mouth

But there's an enormous gap between "this school lets students use their preferred pronouns without notifying the parents" and "10-12 year olds getting bottom surgery" (or whatever). And no one I know - not the most liberal of liberals, and I know some pretty far left people - are in favor of gender-confirming surgery on anyone who isn't - at a minimum - close to the age of majority; and none of them support such surgeries without parental consent. Honestly, no one with any sense gives a fuck whether "Taylor" wants to be referred to as "he" or "she" in school. Pronouns are a sideshow - and dishonest people want to use the use of "pronoun identification" (My pronouns are he/him) as evidence that there's a huge movement read to cut little boys' dicks and balls off to turn them into girls, or to do breast removal on girls.

We don't, have a play room in the basement that has shelves of toys, sling, fuck bench, fuck machine, mattresses with water resistant sheets and a large open shower with double heads and hose attachments for easy douching, not to mention all the other toys that get left around the house as we play haha. Our cleaning lady comes in daily and makes sure the room is always clean, specially after we host big events (lots of cum stains and piss all over from ws lol)

Part One: Preparation/Anticipation This is how I spent the past weekend. I had to go down to Virginia to visit family this weekend, and I knew it would be stressful. I decided to plan a way to make sure I was relaxed. My plan was to get in a night early, get a sleazy motel room, and host a cumdump session. I don't usually get the chance to stay in a moto room without the husband, so I wanted to take full advantage. I started off on Wednesday by setting up a pump and dump on Sniffies at a cheap motel a few blocks from my family’s house. I told my family I was getting in Friday morning, but got a train ticket to get me in Thursday evening. Once that was sweet, I thought about how I wanted the night to go down. My goal was to collect as many loads in my ass was I could without losing a single precious sperm, so I came up with my strategy. No point in being a cumdump if my ass doesn’t stay wet with cum. I have never owned a butt plug but decided I wanted to use one keep all the loads I collected inside. While my husband was at work, I went out shopping for it. He couldn’t know about any of this. I went to the local booth store but the selection was lacking. I picked out a small one, but figured I should test it out so I bought a small lube as well and paid to go into the back area. It wasn’t super busy so I stood out in the open area, dropped my pants, pulled it out of it’s package, lubed it up, and pushed it right in. The few guys there enjoyed the show as I fucked myself with it for a few minutes. I tried walking around with it in, but it was too thin and had a heavy handle. It was really more like a mini dildo. Even pulling my pants up couldn’t hold it inside. I was very frustrated, but glad I tried it in the store. Not one to surrender, I went back to the front and picked out a bigger spherical one. The clerk just smirked at me at I ripped it out of it’s package and headed into the back. It took some work to get the new one in (and lots of extra lube) but no one seemed to want to help. Once in, it felt great and really stayed. I figured I would see how it felt over time, so I wandered around. There wasn’t much action, but I hot stud was getting blown by an older bear. I asked if I could rim his beautiful tight round ass and he was very happy to say yes. I crouched down and ate his delicious hole for about 15 minutes, until he turned around to give the bear a chance at it and me a chance to suck his massive wet cock. He only lated for about 5 minutes but the load tasted amazing. My plug stayed in the whole time I was crouched so my test was a success.I walked home with it in and it felt amazing. Once I got home, I pulled it out with some effort. Finally it came out with a pop like a cork. This one would do the job!! Now it was time to get RSVPs to my cumdump session. Hoping to get at least 20 loads, wishing for 50. Expecting 5.

Part 3: Arrival! Train got in around 7 and I messaged the first guy that I would check into the hotel and clean out for him. He wanted to come at 8 and said he would wait in the parking lot so he could be there as soon as I was ready to go. I checked in to the Super 8 and noticed security camera screens behind the desk and that worried me. The clerk gave me a king room at the far end away from the office, so I think he knew what was up. The motel was pretty sketchy, so I figured he wouldn’t care. I was halfway expecting to get his cock at some point during the night. The room was small and total crap with just a king bed in the middle and the bathroom was small and kinda gross. It was perfect for a cumdump like me. I had been concerned about how to keep the door unlocked but it didn’t close easily anyway. Perfect! I got to work cleaning out my ass, knowing there were some big cocks coming, included a lot of of BBC. I wanted to be able handle all that and not need a break. I lubed up and slipped in the first smaller butt plug and I sent the first guy a message that I was ready and waiting face down and ass up. Within 30 seconds, I heard the door open and a man grunt with satisfaction. I felt all that anticipatory excitement as listened to his clothes coming off. Then I felt those first cold hands on my ass and I shivered wanting that first cock. He started to tease me and play with the plug, sliding it and and out a little, saying, “fucking little slut.” I was so hard at this point, but he just pushed the plug back in and stopped. Then he walked around the bed and I could only see from his wasit down as he grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his 8 inch hard cock. I opened my mouth for it and he groaned with pleasure as he started to fuck my face. “Your fucking throat feels like a pussy” was all I needed to hear as he picked up speed and tested my deep throating abilities. He leaned over, cock still in my throat, and fucked me with the butt plug, making me glad I got that small one. He went on for about five minutes before he said, “I need that bitch ass” and climbed on the bed behind me, pulling out the plug. I spread me legs wide and felt him lay down on me. He shoved the plug into my mouth, wanting me to taste my own ass. He slid his massive cock up and down my crack, stopping to add a little more lube. “Your hole is still tight, but I’m gonna take care of you, baby.” Finally I felt the head against my hole. Since I had the plug in me already, it wasn’t too hard for him to pop in. True to his word, he didn’t go in far at first, just teasing me with the head. “Relax, baby” as he pushed in a little deeper and I felt the full weight of his body on me. I loved that I had no idea what he looked like and his dick was sliding into me. “I love that no one else has been in this ass yet.” I was even harder thinking that this was just the first of many to come over the next few hours. He licked the back of my neck as pushed in deeper with each slow stroke. “Yeah, daddy’s gonna fill you with a nice big load. You gotta good ass and you’re gonna take all this cock.” Finally, I could feel his balls against my ass I knew he was all the way inside. My ass had opened enough to accomodate that fantasic cock and I felt full. “Now you’re ready to get fucked.” and he began to slide in and out a little faster, pulling out almost all the way. After a few minutes he was pounding my hole. “You ready for that first load, slut?” God, yes! He was fucking me hard by now, grunting and panting. His body was sweaty any I knew I was finally going to get that jizz I had been wanting for days! Fuck me, daddy! “Oh fuuuuckkk!” as he slammed in all the way, making sure his load went in deep. “That’s gonna stay in you until I get back!” He slowly pulled out, leaving my hole feeling empty. I handed a sharpie to mark my ass. “Where do you want it?” I told him, right cheek for first loads, seconds and thirds go on the left. Then I passed him the round butt plug and he laughed and pushed it roughly into my hole. “Now you’re corked for the next fucker.” I stayed face down as he got dressed. “I’ll be back in a few hours to churn up all the loads in your guts. You better have a lot and be sloppy for me.” With that I heard the door close and I checked my phone. It was just after 9 so I started send out my room number to the other RSVPs. I knew one lived close an would be there in a few minutes. I waited, face down.

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

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?"

I always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.

Yes, but now Chris can blame it on the stranger!

yum heck yes : D

I think you've summed up what others are saying very well. For me I am trying to better understand the consequences of destroying or damaging the gut microbiome, and how to repopulate it healthily to stave off any further adverse or negative and uncomfortable side-affects. @Pozguyinchi and @MuscledHorse I admire and appreciate your experience and insight. I guess the "unintended consequences" were the "GI issues" alluded to or the gut microbiome destruction. What is that? What does it look like? Is it akin to constant (e.g. more than 3-4 days of) water-y or loose stools? Is it constant stomach rumbling? Is it not knowing if you're gonna "shart" (shit-fart)? Your experience is appreciated and I love you guys. xoxo

There’s ZERO probability of catching any disease from being rimmed.

I think this can be called a kink of sorts. And I have done it any number of times in a fair few places here in the UK. My favourite was in Vault 139, London some years ago. Got chatting to the guy cleaning up the corridors while totally naked (me, not him), and putting some moves on him as we chatted. He told me that they didn't allow staff to have sex with the customers, which I thought was his polite way of telling me no. But his eyes said otherwise. Anyway he came back, told me to go into one of the dark room/cubicle areas along the corridor, told me to wait, and put a closed for cleaning sign up (or a ribbon or something I forget). 5 mins later he brought a bucket and sponge, but instead fucked me on the fuck table in there and blew his load inside me. Once done, he told me to wait another 5 minutes before re-emerging. He seemed really worried about the CCTV. Whcih was odd as that wasn't the first Vault staff member I'd been railed by in those days...

Damn this last round was soooo fucking hot! thank you! Is there going to be more? @kpnp

I was taught a lot of sexual skills, including how to suck cock well, by my first bf when I was 14. I say bf, it was more a father-son thing as he was mid-20s. We met in the local swimming pool only about 4 to 5 months after I realised I was gay. He hit on me, and it was everything I needed. He got me on my knees regularly (as well as fucked me quite often), and taught me what to do with cocksucking, how to lick the shaft, rub the tongue on the head, how to practice towards deep-throating. He taught me that the most fundamental aspects of sucking cock is to learn to enjoy sucking, to love that cock like it's the only thing in the world in that moment, and to serve the man you're sucking. Also to push yourself, challenge yourself deeper with gag reflexes and deep throat etc. To be experimental and explorative with your mouth and tongue. To taste that cock every which way you can. And of course, to swallow when he cums. He told me the taste of cum would take some getting used to, but I loved it on the first go. For extra practice he would then hand me over to some of his friends, so I could put his teachings into practice. By the age of 15 I was a fairly seasoned cocksucker, and a few of them fucked me too. By the time I came out at 19, I had received an amazing training in the arts of sex, and wasn't shy in showing them off. Ended up being able to make a living out of it for a couple of years, if you know what I mean 😉 As for that swimmer guy who taught me so much, he moved away when I turned 16. Some of his friends took over, but they were more just about using my mouth and ass to get off. That was an important teaching too, something I am grateful to have been shown to this day - that my mouth and ass are best used for men to use to get off. I live that truth as much as I can

The phone rang next to me, waking me from my sleep "Who the fuck is phoning at this hour?" I sleepily muttered. I picked up my mobile and answered it. "Dad!" It was Laura, my daughter. She had come home from University for the Easter break, and had headed out with her friends earlier this evening. I looked at the bedside clock... 01:35 glowed back from the alarm clock... very early Saturday morning. "Uh...what's up sweety?" "Dad! Sorry, I guess I woke you, but I could really do with a lift home. We got separated as we left the night club, and I can't find a taxi or my friends anywhere." "OK honey, are you sure there are no taxis around?" "No Dad, I've been wandering the streets trying to hail one, but there is nothing around... I think I've managed to get myself lost." A note of panic in her voice helped bring me to my senses. "Where exactly are you?" "I'm in the industrial estate - all I can see are warehouses around me." The night clubs had all been moved out of the town centre after complaints from the neighbours about the noise. Still there should have been plenty of taxis waiting outside when the clubs closed. "Can you see any business names?" "Well, I'm in front of one that sounds like a removal company." "OK honey, I know the one." We had used the firm to move the family to the town five years ago. "Stay right there - I need to get dressed and then I will be right over. Probably about 15 minutes." "Thanks Dad! You're a life saver!" I hung up the phone, turned on the light, apologising to my wife and explaining the situation to her. I grabbed a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and slipped them on. No time for underwear. My trainers and zip-up sweatshirt were by the back door, and I grabbed them as I headed out into the cold and up to the garage. I stifled a yawn as I waited for the automatic garage door to open and hopped in the car. Driving through the deserted streets, I made my way out of town towards the industrial estate. Ten minutes later I started navigating the one way system that made the estate a nightmare to negotiate. Still, I used it as a rat run to get to the out of town shopping centre, so I was pretty sure how to get to the removal firm. Turning the corner, I could see the warehouse further down the street on the left. Dim street lighting illuminated the road, but it all look deserted. "Come on Laura, where are you?" I thought worriedly. I pulled up outside the warehouse. The tall double chain link fences were clearly padlocked. Still no sign of her. "OK, she's not stupid. If she isn't here, she must have either caught a taxi, or gone somewhere for shelter from the cold." Luckily I had remembered to pick up my mobile phone as I left the house. I dialed Laura's number and waited. Eventually, it rang out and diverted to the answer machine. Just then, something caught my eye. A light in the warehouse was on, and something had caused a shadow to pass in front of it. Maybe Laura had also seen the light and headed in for some shelter. I parked the car in the lay by just past the main gates. the engine. I got out and locked it. I saw that the pedestrian gate to the side was unlocked. Pushing it open, I walked up to the warehouse. The light was coming through a frosted glass panel in a door marked Office. I tried the handle, and it opened. "Hello anyone there? Laura?" I called out. The office itself was dark, but a light was coming from the main warehouse, which I could see through another door. Getting no reply, I walked over to the other door. "Anybody here? Laura?" Still no reply and no noise could be heard.I poked my head into the warehouse to see if I could see anyone. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me only for three men to jump me and gag and hood me, dragging me further inside. I was shoved onto the ground, on a packing blanket. My hands were tied behind my back. They removed my hood. I could see four men standing a few yards away looking at me. I thought I recognised the man in front. "Wasn't he one of the removal men from five years ago?" "Right, we can begin." This from the man in front. That sobered me up a bit more. "Get him up on his knees." The two other men came over and grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up into a kneeling position. "Welcome to payback!" Something made me look over my shoulder. It was Laura. She was kneeling in the same position further along the blanket. Her hands were also tied behind her back, but she was also gagged. Her top was tight around her big breasts, her nipples jutted out through her bra obscenely, no doubt from standing out in the cold. She was wearing a short leather skirt that didn't quite reach her knees. Tearing my gaze away from her breasts, I looked at her face. A piece of tape was covering her mouth and her blue-green eyes were wide with fear. Tears were drying on her cheeks. "So, a quick introduction first." The man has walked over and stood between us. "You may not remember me, but you employed me and my men to move you into that big house of yours a few years ago." "I remember you," I said as defiantly as I could. "Good. What you might not know is what your little daughter was up to that day." "Pardon?" I looked over at Laura, but saw no change of expression. "Your little daughter is one big prick tease." "What! Look, I have no idea why you have tied us up here, but..." Before I could finish my outburst the man hit me hard across the face. "Shut up! You just keep that mouth of yours shut while explain the situation. You will have plenty of time to use your mouth later on, I promise." Coarse laughter from the other men. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, that day five years ago caused us much frustration. Your daughter started to flirt with us. Now we don't mind a bit of flirting with pretty girls, a perk of the job you might say. But out of sight of Mummy and Daddy, your daughter started taking it a bit further. A bit of leg on show here, a bit of cleavage on show there, a bared midriff, a sexy look over her shoulder. And damn, she was just as hot then as she it now. Anyway, this was every time one of us carried in one of your boxes. "Needless to say, we started to get a little hot under the collar, and one of the lads decided he would see just how far she was willing to go. So up he went with the final box for her room and found her sitting up on her bed. He sat down at the foot of her bed and asked if there was anything else he could do for your precious daughter." "And you know what your daughter did then? Huh? She looked him straight in the eye and said 'I think there something I could do for you'. Now if that isn't a come on I don't know what is. Just then I had called out for my man to come and help with that dining room table of yours. So he left and came back downstairs." Once we had finished the table, and he had told us what was happening upstairs right under your nose, he and his best mate over there headed back upstairs and into her room. She was propped up on her bed in a pair of sexy panties and bra. My men looked at each other and smiled. "OK girl, how about you help us over here and relieve some of the pressure your little show has built up?" With that, they both started to pull down their shorts to reveal two growing erections. And, let's just say that these two men are not short in that department if you get my meaning." More coarse laughter. "You still have us beat there mate!" one of them called out. "True, true," he said with an evil grin on his face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just didn't see her as the prick tease this man was describing. I glanced over at Laura, her head was bowed now so I couldn't see her eyes. "So there they were, two large erections pointing straight out at your little girl, both men slowly fisting their pricks in anticipation. And guess what she did then? And I know because I had just joined them in the room. The little prick tease backs away onto the corner of the bed and pulls her clothes back on!” "Well, that's just not right. To be left out on the cold there, just isn't right. So the two men walked round both sides of the bed to close in on her. All they wanted was a little action. A quick suck would have done the job, and we all wouldn't be here today. But no, she starts raising her voice threatening to shout out to 'Mummy and Daddy' that the big bad men were going to rape her." "Bloody prick tease," interjected one the men. "So what were we law abiding men to do? Hell, the girl was going to ruin the whole thing, so there was nothing for it but to back away. We finished the job, got out tip from you good self..." a sneer crossed the man's face at this, "and we headed off. But we all said that what that girl really needs is a damn good fuck. Oh and your wife too. Damn was she hot. Those breasts of hers were huge!" My face reddened at this remark. My wife has beautiful large pendulous breasts that my daughter has inherited. "We'd been out on a long distance removal journey. We'd finished packing up when couldn't quite believe our luck when we were closing up the warehouse. There standing outside our very front gates was your daughter, pacing up and down trying to keep warm waiting for Daddy to come and pick her up. I recognised her immediately. Just look at her now: once a prick tease, always a fucking prick tease. I'm mean look at that top and skirt. Push up bra, to fully emphasise that big pair of firm tits, with big nipples just begging to be sucked. The spitting image of your wife." "She didn't recognise us - probably forgotten all about the men she fucked off all those years ago. But hey, what's a man to do. I asked her if she was ok, and she explained that you were coming to pick her up. I did the gentlemanly thing and suggested she came into the warm office to wait. She would have no problem seeing you from there. And in she trotted in her leather boots, bum swinging in front of us, erections growing in our trousers." "The rest was easy. It was easy to tie her up and then wait for you to show up. Had a little chat while we waited. You know, catching up with old times. "Look, for god sake," I finally spoke up, seeing now clearly where this little charade was going, "you have got to let us go right now. I'm sorry that my daughter upset you and your men all those years ago, but I'm sure she has learnt her lesson now, and if you just let us go, we won't way anything to the police, I promise." "Fine speech, but I don't think I gave you permission to speak." And with that the man punched me hard in the gut, doubling me over. "So here is how the rest of the night is going to go. You are going to sit there and watch as all four of us take our time to fuck your daughter in every single one of her holes until she begs for more. It is the only way the little prick tease is going to learn. "Oh, and we will film the whole scene, make real sure that you and your daughter's faces are clearly visible. And if you go anywhere near the police, we will have that video onto the internet quicker that you can say 'incest' with a nice little story that you had set this whole thing up because you wanted to get into that pussy of your daughter." "We do, however, have a proposition that will hopefully spare your daughter from the pleasure we had planned for her." "What is it?" "I think that will be become clear shortly." With that the man walked over and stood in front of me. Slowly, with a wicked smile on his lips, he undid the belt on his jeans. Then the top button, and slowly he pulled down the zip. I couldn't believe what was happening. Surely he couldn't mean for me to suck him? He slowly pushed the jeans over his hips and down to his ankles. As he stood up again, I could see a large growing bulge in the front of his boxer shorts. "I think you are getting the picture." One of the men had moved off into the shadows and now came back with two video recorders mounted on tripods. He proceeded to set them up to cover the scene that was unfolding. The man in front of me was massaging his bulge, and it was slowly resolving into a full erection. A big, enormous, thick dick, whose head had started to poke out over the top of he waist band. He put his thumbs into the waist band of the shorts and pushed them down quickly. His prick sprang forward and hit me in the face. It continued to grow. "Open wide Daddy. Time to save you daughter from this monster. I bet it would rip her wide open." This was becoming a nightmare. I wasn't gay, I wasn't. I loved my wife, I loved fucking her. "Come on, you must have worked out the deal by now. It's either you, me and this beauty, or it's your red haired beauty over there and all four of us. Open wide and say 'Ah'." His prick was pulsing right in front of my nose. I looked up into his face, and took a deep breath. Slowly and opened my mouth and shut my eyes. "No, look at it while you suck me off." And with that he moved his hips forward and his prick touched my teeth. "Come on, open wide. And don't you dare bite." My teeth parted and he pushed further, my teeth scraping along the top and bottom of his prick. I closed my lips over his dick and started sucking and licking. He put his hands on the top of my head and started move my head and his hips back and forward a little amount. "Nice and slowly, and we will have you swallowing this piece of meat in no time." Please, please, this had better save my daughter. I slowly sucked and licked my first prick as the man thrust in short lengths in and out of my mouth. "Hm, not bad for a beginner. Now let's start feeding you some of the rest of this monster." Only the large head of his penis had entered my mouth, and now he was starting longer strokes, introducing more and more of its length. Soon he hit the back of my mouth making me cough and splutter. My jaws were starting to ache with the girth of his dick. The man continued to thrust in and out of my mouth hitting the back every so often. Slowly he angled my head upwards and starting angling the thrust down some more. I was now looking along the shaft, half was still not inside my mouth, up into his face. A big smile was playing across his lips. "Hello, my good little cock sucker. Now here comes the good bit... well, for me at least." With that his prick touched my tonsils and I started to gag, pulling away from him. "Oh no you don't." And he pulled my head back into towards his groin, again causing his prick to enter the top of my throat. He repeated this a few times, each time causing me to gag. "Hm, nice and tight. I'm sure your daughter's ass would have felt like this." My gag reflex started to subside and the man started bashing my throat with a little more urgency. "Ok, things are slowly coming to a head now." The other men laughed. They had moved to stand behind the man face fucking me, to have a better view, and were stroking their own impressive erections. The thrusts were becoming quicker now, and slowly my throat was accommodating the intrusion. I had stopped licking and sucking, but it was clear that it was the tightness of my throat that was now turning on my tormentor. The next thrust caught me by surprise and he pushed harder to force his prick deep into my throat. He stopped there and waited a couple of heart beats as I struggled to catch my breath. "Fuck yes," he let out in a low growl. He pulled back and let me suck in fresh air, and then plunged it straight back in. He picked up the pace now, diving deep into my bruised throat every few strokes. "Look at your daughter, now! She can't believe her eyes. Her dear Dad is sucking a huge dick like a true faggot! I wonder if it is turning her on?" I refused to look over at Laura, concentrating on trying to breathe. To my shame, my prick was fully erect now, pushing my tracksuit bottoms out from my waist. "It certainly turning you on!" He continued to fuck my face to what seemed like an age, and then suddenly pulled my head all the way forward, and let out a loud grunt. His cock broke through whatever resistance remained and buried itself deep in my throat and started to pulsate and dump streams of spunk inside my mouth. Pubic hair tickled my noise and I struggled for air, the monster completely fully inserted into my face. On and on his cock pumped. "Oh man! Yeah! I love breaking in new fuck meat." He rubbed the head of the prick in my hair and took a couple of steps back. "All yours!" he said to the other two men and sat down on a pile of blankets. "What!" I spluttered, my jaw aching as I spoke. "You promised to let us go!." "I said no such thing, and besides, my mates here also want a bit of fun." "You bastard!" I shouted, "Let us go now." "Or what?" he laughed back. The two men advanced on me and pulled me up to my feet again, carrying me over to the mound of blankets. They threw me face down pulled my tracksuit off. My hands were still tied behind my back and the blankets under me tilted my arse up into the air. One of the men knelt down behind me and pulled my cheeks apart and started greasing up my arsehole with something cold and sticky. "Get the fuck off me." I said struggling. "Shut him up will you" said the man behind me. The other man walked around in front of me and knelt down and grabbed my head and tilted it backwards. "Open wide. Time for another face fuck," And with that he plunged his prick straight in and down my throat. At the same time, a felt something warm between my cheeks as the other man started push at my arsehole. The man started thrusting forward, pushing his big prick into my arsehole. God it hurt. I could feel something tearing, he kept pushing. I couldn't scream because I was effectively gagged. The man fucking my face had started a rhythmic thrusting now, and the man buggering me started to match it. Little by little, he pushed more and more of the prick into my aching arse. And then the pain started to ease and I closed my eyes, tears forming and rolling down my cheeks puffed out by the face fucking I was receiving. In and out they both went, abusing me, fucking me, hurting me, yet beginning to turn me on. My dick was rock hard and throbbing. It was being rubbed against the rough blankets I was sprawled across, and I could feel myself getting closer to ejaculation myself. Suddenly the prick in my throat started to pulse, and more spunk shot deep inside. The man behind me speeded up and soon had his full length sawing in and out of my arsehole. "Fuck!" he shouted at the top his voice, and buried himself fully in my arse. I could feel the hot spunk gushing out and filling my bowels. "He really likes to be fucked, doesn't he!?" I rolled over and felt spunk leak from my arsehole and move down my leg. What the fuck had I become? I looked up and saw my daughter a few feet away crying her eyes out, still kneeling, with the tape across her mouth. "Right. That's the starter out of the way, time for the main course." I was too weak to offer much response to this. Of course they wouldn't let us go now. They were about to fuck my daughter and there was nothing I could do. Laura was trying to back away from the men now, obviously realising what was about to happen. She gave a muffled scream because of her gag and looked at me for help. The men simply lifted her up and marched her back in front of me. One of the men stepped up to Laura and cut her skirt away from her knickers and cut off her top, revealing a push up bra, with her breasts overflowing the top. The knickers were cut off next, and then the bra, leaving her tits to hang freely, leaving her naked except for a pair of leather boots. "Wow, a natural red head!" The men were looking at the triangle of flaming ginger hair that my daughter was trying to hide my crossing her legs. "None of that now, let's see you as nature intended," pulling her legs apart, and making her stand with them a couple inches apart. "Very pretty." Laura obviously hadn't shaved, but the hairs were fine and light, and you could see her cunt through them. Damn it I thought, I'm sitting here, having just been buggered, oggling my daughter's pussy. What kind of sick pervert was I turning into? The man had shed all his clothes and was stroking his monster prick again. It was as hard as ever. He walked behind my daughter. "Well, buggering does that to a man," he laughed at his weak joke and kicked my daughter on the back of her legs causing her to fall down on her knees. He then pushed her so that she ended up on all fours, directly in front on me. I could see between her arms, her breasts dangling down, her nipples still erect and pointing up at me. Beautiful pink nipples. Beautiful breasts come to that. Oh god, fucking marvelous tits, if I'm being honest. They swayed slightly, having formed perfect domes. I loved seeing my wife like this. It would turn me on in a instant. The man had dropped to his knees behind Laura and shuffled forward until his prick touched her bum. "You have a beautiful bum lady, and it will be a joy to fuck it" he said, dipping his fingers into a tub of something. He started applying the goo to my daughter's arse. It must have been cold, because she made a start forward, trying to escape. The man obvious was working his finger into her arsehole as Laura struggled. "Whoa there little horsey, you can't run from me." With that he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my daughter's long red hair and pulled it back like a reign. Her head went back and she stopped struggling. A low grunt escaped from my daughter's throat as he worked a second finger in with the second. "Need to open you up bit honey, my monster is going to rip you open wide as it is." Tears were reforming in my daughter's eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and lined up his prick against my daughter's hole. "Now, here's what happens to stuck up little prick teasers." And with that he thrust forward and pushed his large bulbous head into her anus. Laura screamed, loud enough that the tape did little to suppress the noise. "Yeah!" shouted the man, "squeal for me!" He pulled back and thrust again, popping his prick in and out of the tight opening. Laura obliged! The man started a thrusting motion, the same one he used as he had fucked my face. In and out his dick went, and slowly but surely, more of the monster disappeared up my daughter's arsehole. The pain must have been incredible. The rocking motion had started my daughter's breasts swaying to and fro in front of me, her head held high and clear by the man's grasp of her hair. Her tits started slapping against her upper arms, and bouncing inwards and together. The slapping was now being echoed by the man behind her, having fully penetrated her, his large balls banging against her bottom with each thrust. "Oh yeah! Your daughter is a good fuck!" My own erection was forming again, wanting release. One of the other men came over and knelt next to me and started jerking his hand up and down my shaft. Right in front of my daughter's face. The chief man buggering Laura was picking up the pace now, and my daughter's sobbing had slowed to a dull grunt with each thrust and slap of her tits against her arms. The man jacking me off also speeded up. I was close. The man buggering my sweet, bad, naughty, sexy Laura gave one final huge thrust and started to come deep into her. That pushed me over the edge, and jets of spunk flew up and hit Laura on her face, tits and arms. "Oh god!" I cried out loud. "Ah, It's time to take some photos." One of the other men returned with a digital camera and had captured the moment when I had come all over my daughter while she was being buggered from behind. "Right lads, up for some more action?" The two men grinned as they turned her sideways, still on her knees and elbows, and started a repeat performance of their acts on me. They had swapped positions, so I guess Laura was about to have the cock that had been deep in my bowels served up to her to clean. The man ripped the tape off her mouth. He pinched her cheeks to open her mouth, and started feeding his dick into her mouth. The man behind her had no trouble slipping his hard cock into her gaping arsehole. Laura had lost all her fight, and stayed still as the two men started fucking her from both ends. From the side, I could see the cock entering her throat, making it bulge obscenely. Again, her breasts started swinging to and fro. "Such a beautiful sight to see a girl filled from both ends." said the man standing behind me playing the video camera over the scene. The men kept up their pace for a good few minutes, during which time Laura made no sound. Then they started to speed up their thrusts as they reached their climax. Coming closely together, they filled my daughter with their spunk, withdrew and jerk the last few drops over her back, hair and face. "Good for the skin I've heard," one of them laughed. Laura collapsed to the floor. "And now, for the main dish!" What more could he possible have in store? He turned Laura over onto her back. Her eyes were closed. "OK Dad, time for you finale! Get over here and fuck your daughter in the cunt." "No." The word came out quietly. "No? I don't think you are in any position to say no. Or put it another way, you say no, then we three will rape her cunt one after the other. And then we will find what else fits in that nice little hole. I'm sure there are ample 'toys' we could find around here. And we will keep doing this until you do fuck her. So you either fuck her now, or you fuck her later, complete with sloppy seconds." All four men laughed at this. I was pushed towards her. She had started to cry again, and I whispered, "I'm sorry,I'll pull out" as I drew closer. I was positioned between her legs, but my cock had lost its tumescence. I could see her abused anus, leaking spunk. And I could see my daughter's cunt, nestling in the triangle of fine ginger hairs. Her legs up and apart and exposed her cunt lips, and I could see her enflamed clit, and a very moist opening. "Suck Daddy's dick and get it ready for your cunt!” She shook her head only to be punched and had her head pulled forward towards my cock. She very reluctantly started to suck on it. My cock got hard again, both from the administration of my daughter's fellatio and ashamedly the tempting prospect of fucking her.I lined up my prick against her wet hole, and pushed forward. Laura, with her eyes still shut, let out a cry as I slipped ever so easily into her cunt. "Damn, she's wet" one of the men said. And she was, that first push had put my whole throbbing penis deep into my darling daughter. I felt a mix of lust and shame as she felt so good. I started pulling out and then plunged back in, a little harder than I had planned, but the little cock tease was turning me on. In and out, a little harder still. Slowly, I built up my pace. I continued to thrust in hard. Laura's eyes were open now, looking up at me, and she had started panting in short quiet bursts. I kept a steady rhythm going, fucking my daughter. Her legs still pressed up next to her side, allowed he breasts to move freely. And they started hitting me as I fucked her in and out. It felt so good. I reassured her that I'd pull out when the time came. But right then I felt a hand between my legs. I looked back, and saw the man who had been doing most of the filming moving in closer, his own monster cock was erect. Judging the moment, he pressed the head against my stretched anus. "Room for me? This'll stop you pulling out of her as I push myself into you!" he hissed into my ear, and pushed forward in time with my next thrust. He buried himself deep on that stroke, and I let out a loud cry of pain. Laura shuddered slightly. A few thrusts later, and the man was completely inside of me, filling me to bursting point, a hot fire burning in my guts. His pace matching the thrust of me fucking Laura. The three of us continued fucking for another few minutes when I felt the man started to speed up and then empty himself completely in my hole. That pushed me over the edge, jets of my sperm splattered the inside of Laura's cunt as I came again nd again inside her. Incredibly, Laura started bucking and squirming as I was dribbling my last inside her. I picked myself up and lay down on my back next to my fucked daughter. I could see the other two men had been circling the action with the video cameras, capturing every sordid detail of this incestuous violation of my daughter. The two men who had been denied access to Laura those five years ago, now demanded their cum-uppance and took turns to unload themselves into Laura's well lubricated pussy. Laura's screams were ignored as they both ploughed her forcefully. They both grunted in satisfaction as their years of frustration had come to an end and squirted their cum inside her. Laura's weeping was interrupted by my phone going off. The chief handed me the phone and told me to say I'd got lost by going down some wrong back passages, but I was on my way back with Laura now. “Looks like we've got some delicious breakfast. I fancy those juicy melons your wife has!” We were both bundled into the back of the van, they knew their way. The extent of their revenge grew larger...

The General and His Hot Nephew Use Luke’s Hole The hot younger man was a a demanding, sadistic, incredibly talented fister. He was clearly really into Luke. He’d insisted that Luke be on his back and he produced a portable sling that kept Luke’s legs in the air and tucked a pillow under the blonde’s ass. He tucked the big leather pillow and strap behind Luke’s head, kissing Luke and growling about how he was going to fuck Luke’s pussy up. He pulled on the sling until Luke was comfortable, his legs back, then he and his uncle pulled and pulled until Luke’s legs were bent back over his ears and his body was taut and bent like a pretzel, the straps pulling his legs painfully wide Luke groaned and the nephew smiled, “Your lot in life is to suffer at the hands of superior black men. You will suffer now for hours on my fist and arms.” Then the General came and, facing away from Luke, stuck is cock in Luke’s hungry pussy and the nephew climbed up and slid his big cock, still slick from Luke’s hole, into Luke’s mouth. Soon both of the gorgeous black men were filling Luke with huge streams of very potent chempiss. Luke slurped and slurped on the nephew’a gorgeous cock, grateful for the moisture in his dry mouth. Luke felt the general pull out and then a very large plug was shoved in while the nephew pulled out and set his huge muscle ass over Luke’s face. For the next 30 or so minutes, while Luke’s tongue pleasured his ass, the General’s nephew played with Luke’s hole. He punched the big plug in and out, making Luke’s hole spasm and absorb more of the drugs from the young black god’s uncles chempiss. He would then shove the toy in deep and try to push his fist in around it, doing so cruuely and making Luke cry out. Finally, he started squeezing Luke’s balls and punching his taut little stomach. Luke got higher and higher as the drugs coursed through his system. The rough treatment, as well as the sight of the two sexy muscle men, got Luke hornier and hornier, he could feel the destructive fire building in his pussy the more the hot nephew abused him. Finally the newphew pulled the big plug out and stuck most of the fingers of one hand in Luke’s hole, confirming that the dehydrated little whore had soaked up all the moisture and chems from his uncles piss. He gave Luke a bottle of poppers and then he’d dropped another, too large, dose of Tina deep in Luke’s hole, then he’d lubed up his hand and went in. He moved slowly but steadily to the point where Luke was panting and begging, the big black arm buried about 5 inches past the wrist in Luke’s hole. Then the nephew slowly closed his hand into a fist. Knowing what was coming, Luke pleaded, but the nephew didn’t listen and going purposefully to fast, he pulled his big fist out of Luke’s hole. Luke screamed and begged, but the newphew just went back in, made a fist, and pulled out harder this time. After about 20 minutes of this with Luke panting and groaning, but the begging became one of more, deeper, please sir, “ruin my pussy pussy sir.” And that’s when the punching started. For the next hour, the young black stud punched Luke’s hole relentlessly, soon pulling big rosebuds out of the young pink hole. He ignored Luke’s rolling assgasms, punching steadily, going deeper and deeper, as the boy’s hole spasmed and Luke screamed and cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The nephew constantly changed the angle of his entry and the shape of his fist until he could punch into Lile with his big square fist smoothly, pull out brutally, and punch in again. Luke was a blubbering mess, lost to the world, feeling nothing but the utter destruction of his ass, alternately begging for a break and then begging for more. Satisfied that the boys outer ring was destroyed, the nephew began to really punish Luke, intentionally popping his big knuckles against the tender lips and screwdriving his big fist into Luke. Luke cried out, “Oh fuck, please, oh fuck that hurts.” The newphew just scowled and punched Luke in the head. “You are nothing but a dirty white whore, you will take what I give you and beg for more. Now say it.” Luke was fearful, and in between grunts and screams as the nephew increased his abuse of Luke’s hole, Like managed to pant out, “I am just a dirty white whore, please sir, please hurt my pussy.” And so, the young black muscle god continued to hurt Luke’s hole, going longer than he would have had Luke not begged for him to stop. By now, Luke asslips were hanging open, destroyed and starting to swell. Luke was used to hard hole abuse, but this was another level, and soon he was quietly weeping from the utter humiliation and pain. Finally, the nephew pulled his hand out and loosened the portable sling. Luke groaned as he back straightened and his legs flopped on the ground. “Time to deep fuck your whore pussy,” the nephew said, kissing Luke roughly, “Up on your knees.” Luke had a little trouble, his limbs were still asleep, so the newphew punched his fist into Luke and used his other strong arm to flip Luke over. Luke cried out in pain as the big fist twisted in his insides, but he finally got into position with his chest flat against the floor. The nephew gave him five hard punches, “You do as you’re told, when your are told bitch,” he chanted with each punch. The nephew attached cuffs to Luke’s ankles and wrists, Luke was quivering from the hard punches and the nephew laughed, “Your going to be quivering even more when I am done using you.” “I am leaving your hands and ankles free for now,” the nephew said, “Because I know a white whore like you will soon be begging for more, backing that little hole up on my arm.” The nephew stuck a lube tube deep in Luke’s hole and lubed Luke’s and his arm to the elbow. Next he reached for a vial of Tina and then dumped a big pile into Luke’s hole. Balling up his fist, he pushed hard into Luke, driving the burning Tina, he pushed past where he’d gone before until Luke screamed. The ephew then waited perfectly still. Within a minute Luke’s hole started pulsing around his arm and Luke started begging, “Use me daddy, use me.” It took about an hour, but the nephew succeeded in getting his balled fist into Luke elbow deep. His wrists were very wide, and Luke panted and grunted but his hole was hungry again. The nephew then spent about another half hour deep punching Luke, Luke crying out and pushing his ass back begging for more. The General reappeared—Luke had no idea where he’d gone—and leaned a couple of long mirrors against the wall, providing a good side view of the big black arm disappearing in Luke’s hole. Then the nephew started pushing harder, until finally his elbow was fucking Luke fluidly. Meanwhile, the General dumped double the largest dose of opium he’d ever given the whore, a small pile of Tina and a crushed ecstasy pill into a lube gun. He then filled it to the brim with his own potent chempiss. He handed it to his nephew who grinned widely. “Put this in his second hole on my signal,” the General ordered. He then reached back into his bag and pulled out a loaded point and went and sat at Luke’s head. Luke immediately started giving the General’s big cock the attention it deserved. The General let the boy work for a few minutes—fuck he’d trained the boy well- and then he roughly pulled him off his cock and turned his head to one side flat against the floor. He nodded at his nephew who pulled his fist out and grabbed the end of the lube tube and pulled into Luke’s second ring. “Now,” the General commanded, and as Luke’s guts were filled with the mix of drugs the General tapped hard on the vein in Luke’s neck. In the mirrors he could see Luke’s eyes get wide with fear, even as his ass started swaying around the big elbow. “Hold very still little whore,” the General commanded and speared into Luke’s neck. He quickly found a register and smoothly pushed the .75 of Tina into Luke’s neck. Luke coughed hard, and then groaned as the nephew went in deep and hard with his big square fist. Within seconds he was drenched in sweat and chanting, “Use my pussy, daddy, use me.” The nephew was very rough, pushing Luke hard. And Luke was so horny from the Tina, and his hole relaxed from the opium and the ecstasy that he just begged for more. When he got bicep deep, the nephew fucked and fucked Luke, hard brutal punches that Luke gloried in, begging for more every time he’d come up for air from his deep throating of the General’s giant cock. The General now pulled a wide black belt out of his bag and pulled it around Luke’s neck, pulling just tight enough that Luke had trouble breathing but didn’t pass out. When Luke grabbed for his neck, the Nephew just laughed, and forced Luke’s cuffed hands behind his back, locking the cuffs tight. “I want to see your shoulder up this cunt,” the General said. And so the nephew grabbed a vial and dumped another gram into the boys hole. Once he got his bicep buried he started fucking the boy hard. The nephew nodded, and the General reached down and pulled the belt around Luke’s throat tight, all the while slapping Luke’s face hard. As Luke gurgled and struggled, the nephew started pushing hard. And when Luke passed out, he took advantage of the slack boy meat underneath him and slid in past the bicep. When Luke awoke seconds later, gurgling and breathing hard, it took a minute for his body to realize he’d been penetrated by the nephew thick fist and wrist. And when he did, he cried out as the nephew fucked him at that depth. “Hit him again, uncle,” the nephew said. And so the General tightened the belt and made Luke pass out. Now the nephew pushed hard, until his shoulder was close and held still. Luke woke up and started screaming, his hole convulsing around the deep fist. The General laughed and pushed the boys screaming mouth all the way way down his rock hard cock. They abused Luke hard for about an hour until the nephew could fuck him brutally with his shoulder. Making Luke pass out several more times. They then switched places, and the nephew was even cruelly, never letting Luke breath fully until he was blue, then choking him out while he Uncles longer arms were buried deep in Luke’s pussy. Luke begged and begged for them to use him, even as the nephew laughed and called him a worthless whore. In all they shoulder fisted Luke for about four hours, removing the belt from his throat and trading turns beating his back and chest with the belt while the other brutalized his hole. Luke was so high he begged for the abuse, craving their huge fists fucking his deepest, most tender places. When they tired of fisting the boy, they gave him another point and the General got out his big inflatable ball, laughing as Luke begged him to stretch his hole. The General put the toy into Luke’s second hole and inflated it until Luke was struggling and groaning. And then he and his nephew took turns brutally shallow punching the boy, pausing from time to time to inflate the ball even bigger. When the toy had gotten too big, and Luke and involuntarily pushed it out—screaming at the top of his lungs—the two coated their cocks with Tina and double fucked Luke. Luke was so spun that he took everything they dished out and begged for more. The men pushed more ecstasy and more opium inside the boy, and gave him small bumps of Tina at least once an hour. Luke was a rutting animal, fucking himself on their cocks and arms and feet, begging for their piss, burying his tongue deep in their muscular asses. For the first time he took the General double fists, and then the nephew pushed and pushed until his thick wrist was buried next to his uncles. In these moments, Luke would come to clarity, his body wracked with both desire and agony, but soon he’d lose himself again, opening up and pushing back until the double and triple fists were forearm deep. By this point Luke was an absolute mess, his body covered in sweat, and bruises becoming visible all over his body and neck. His eyes were black holes of lust and his hole was open and dripping fluids—lube, cum, and piss—and he begged the men to destroy him. So the General had him kneel over his nephews balled fist, and has Luke fucked himself down to the muscled gods bicep, the General pierced each of Luke’s tits in his signature X cross. Luke begged for more pain, crying “I am a whore, master, hurt me, punish me.” And so while Luke abased himself on his nephews thick arms, the General whipped and canned Luke’s back and shoulder and just, finally using a riding crop to beat Luke’s pierced tits. Throughout Luke screamed and cried, but always begged the General to punish him more. Finally, after another eight hours of the men using Luke—fists, feet, giant toys, whipping, punching, slapping,and fucking—they grew bored. So they up each brutally shoulder fisted Luke for about an hour until his hole was swollen and dripping. Then, forcing Luke to hold his asschecks open, they beat his rosebud with the crop and a cane until it was red and swollen. This last punishment brought Luke back to reality, especially when they then took turns punching his poor abused hole yet again. Finally each man filled the boy with a giant load of chempiss and they shoved in a huge buttplug, locking in the intense mixture. Luke now cleaned their bodies with his tongue, his body shaking and weak, but still, pulsing with desire for them and their giant hands and cocks. Despite Luke’s begging, they soon got dressed and left him, laughing as he lay on the floor, and fucked his hole with the giant plug. Luke was never the same after that night. His hunger for the roughest forms of s and m were awakened, and his already serious addiction to black cock got deeper and deeper. The General and his nephew continued to call on him and use him, always inventing crueler ways to do so. His client list became more and more rough and Karzinski made a fortune selling the videos of the little blonde being used in the hardest ways. But, after just a few short years, years lived too hard being strung out on Tina, Luke’s beauty began to fade. Until finally he was sold to a biker gang, and lived about a decade as their abject fuck and torture slave, until finally his life was ended in crossfire at a shoot out. There was no funeral and no grave. Little Luke’s life, made worthless by a desperate choice made at too young an age, died forgotten and without memorial.

It shouldn't hurt. Yes, it might feel uncomfortable at first, but relax your hole and it'll feel better. That being said, I've taken HUGE cocks and needed a minute to let myself adjust to the feeling. I've never regretted taking a big dick (and there's never been a big dick that regretted nutting inside me)! Most want to cum back over and over and over!

Getting spun and then a flip-fuck free-for-all with a passel ** of nasty men >>>>>>>>>>>> A group of pigs can be called a herd, a drove, a team, a sounder, a parcel, or a passel. The term used depends on the type of pigs in the group and their age. Sounder: A group of adult pigs, usually made up of a few sows and their young Team: A group of adult pigs, or a group of young animals ** Passel: A group of adult pigs Litter: A group of baby pigs born to a sow at one time Singular: A group of boars Herd: A general term for a group of pigs Drove: A group of piglets Drift: A group of piglets

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

"Easy there, let me give you a hand," I heard G say from behind me. Two strong hands in my armpits slowly lifted me upright and just off the ground so my legs could reestablish my center of gravity. He gently set me down, my ass cheeks closing and the wetness between them hitting me as I stood there. It was beginning to get dark; my intended run having been interrupted by an amazing fuck in the middle of nature. Add that to the list of things Shawn and I had never done. We both pulled our clothes on and decided to head back down the trail. At the base of the hill I saw just a lone Jeep parked, and assumed it was G's. Correctly, it would seem, as he turned and looked that way. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways," he said. "I hope you frequent these woods often, I'd love a repeat encounter sometime if you're down." "Yeah, I've been running these trails a few weeks now. That just happened to be a new one for me," I replied. "New in a few ways, I would guess," he said with a chuckle. He extended his hand and we had that generic handshake as we turned and headed in our separate ways. He hopped in his Jeep, fired it up, and drove off slowly past me as I started the short jog back to my place. Unknown to us though, we hadn't been alone in that forest, and in the fast-growing dark shadows a pair of eyes watched as we said our goodbyes and departed. Obviously in need of some cleanup once I returned home, I stripped the minute I was back inside and headed for the shower. The warm water felt good cascading down my body, washing away the sweat and dirt, but unable to touch the large pair of loads deep inside my hole. I could feel the slickness inside me as I moved, my insides greased with his cum. I began stroking my now-fully swollen dick, while reaching around to finger my hole. Finding a good rhythm, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my cock being stroked and my ass being probed by my own finger. In no time, I was blasting a load on the shower wall. Coming down from my sexual high, I finished my shower and after toweling off threw on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts--commando, of course. I sat down on the couch and fired up the TV. Truth be told, I couldn't remember what I watched if I tried. I was too busy replaying the events of the evening in my head, so much so I hopped on one of the apps to browse some pics, hoping to draw my mind back. I wasn't on 2 minutes before the app buzzed and I had been noticed... by a few guys. One, well, let's just say I now had a way to contact G. I chuckled as I saw he had found me on the app, so I favorited him in order to have a way to get in touch with him next time. Two were older gentlemen that just didn't move the needle for me, and a fourth was an older dude in his early 40s. He was pretty thin and lean, and a bit haggard-looking. I saw I had a message in that moment; it was from this thin dude. < Hey man, what's going on with you tonight? > >> Nothing much. Just hopped on, horned up as fuck. LOL << < Nice man, let's have some fun. I could use an ass to use. > Direct and to the point. And in my condition, probably the best approach to getting in my pants! I was in no position to think clearly. I saw he was only 2 miles away, and my sexual lust was in complete control. I sent him my location and my unit number. < Can be there in five minutes, assuming you're ready now. > >> Yeah, I'm definitely ready! Haha << Guess I was really doing this! Those five minutes had barely passed when a knock at my door had me opening it. He stood in front of me, pretty much looking like his pic, if not a bit thinner. Had I been more coherent I'd have noticed his eyes and cheeks were a bit sunken in, but I never focused in on his face. A thin and lean guy standing in front of me in my state had my dick swelling in my shorts, and my one-track mind could only focus on the sexual frenzy in which I currently existed. I invited him in, and as I turned from closing the door his head was there and I found myself in an aggressive tongue-powered kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hands were all over me. Being about three inches taller, he was perfectly positioned to touch me at all the right angles. And soon his hands were at the waste band of my shorts. His thumbs hooked inside and I felt my shorts drop around my ankles. As he came up for air, he glanced down and then back up. Our eyes locked and I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk. "You definitely seem ready," he whispered through his partial smile. And with that I headed to the bedroom with him right behind me. I tore off my t-shirt and laid down on the bed on my back. I looked him over as he stripped down himself. Definitely thin, the hint of some abs, some light, rough stubble on his face, shaggy brown hair that matched in color. And as his jeans dropped I saw a cock that appeared to be 6 inches soft, cut, and with a large mushroom head. Below his cock, a pair of very large balls hung down about 2 inches. I'm not kidding when I say they were the size of golf balls. I wondered if he was one of those guys who stretched or pumped. His thin and veiny legs climbed up on my bed, bringing the rest of him closer. He came up between my legs while using his own to force mine apart, spreading and beginning to lift my ass. He bent over me and resumed giving me forceful and sloppy mouth-to-mouth. My own uncut cock was rock hard on my own partial abs, leaking pretty significantly. I could feel his growing but was simply too caught up in the making out to care. His hands slid down to my legs and began to push them back, further lifting my ass up. I felt him stretch his groin back as the trail of precum he left drew a line straight down my stomach and crotch until his cock--now thick and hard--dropped down and lodged itself in my crack, right at my hole. He began pressing and making mini thrusts, and with all his precum and the two loads inside me, his helmet quickly found itself parting my ass lips. I pressed down just slightly, hoping to push some of that internal lube toward him, but with a slightly harder thrust it provided him the opening to pop his head in, and he slowly sank the entirety of what was a 9 1/2" cock into my ass. His lips broke away from mine. "You have an amazing ass," he whispered. "It just sucked my entire cock in, and feels incredibly wet inside. Have you been fucked already?" "Yeah," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be a turnoff for him. "Had a little fun in the woods earlier." He slowly withdrew his cock, and I thought I had ruined the fuck with that admission. But just as his head was about to pop out, he thrust back in balls-deep, and began to work up a rhythm. His mushroom head found my prostate and began stimulating me more than I thought was possible in my state. Our lips re-engaged. He had a steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass as he picked up the speed. I imagined all that cum in my ass was getting pretty churned up, though that head on his cock was more likely acting like a plunger, pushing G's loads deep inside before the suction of his withdraws pulled them back down. He kept this up for about 30 minutes before I felt him begin shaking and his breathing through out kiss became raspy. He never stopped fucking me though and as he settled down and we continued making out his thrusting continued. In my mind, I knew he had shot his wad, and I could tell I was quite full of cum as I could feel it moving around in my bowels, trapped and moved around by his swollen member. About 15 minutes after he first came, he came again--the tell-tale signs again giving him away. Still he remained hard and continued fucking. I could tell from the way his balls smacked my ass they had shrunk a bit from his two big loads. And I believed it, since my ass was beginning to feel like I had used an enema. He lasted another 20 minutes or so before pumping his third--and about the same-sized load--deep in my ass. He collapsed on me, his rock hard cock still plugging my hole, and oozing out the bit of cum still left to drain into my ass. After about 10 minutes I felt him begin to soften and his cock slowly withdrew until his head was just inside my opening. He reached back and gave his cock a slight tug but only to start its exit. He left the tip there still plugging my hole as it slowly closed. I felt a drip of cum from his cock hit my hole and begin slowly sliding down my ass crack. He broke our kiss and smiled at me. "That was awesome, thanks man. My balls were so full!" "I could tell," I replied. "Feels like you emptied your bladder up in there!" I chuckled as I finished that statement. "I pissed before I came over, otherwise I totally would have!" he laughed back. He rolled off me and slipped off the bed, walking back to his clothes. My legs stretched out on the bed, happy to extend themselves finally. He pulled on his jeans and his crew top and slipped into his shoes. "Hit me up if you're ever down to fuck again, I'd love to drop a few loads in that ass on the regular." I got up off the bed and walked him to the door. He left with another quick kiss, and I returned--still naked--to my seat on the couch and opened the app. I added him as another favorite, and with that I went back to my bed and collapsed into a deep sleep still rock-hard, with my stomach slick and my ass full.

I do appreciate @nanana's premise for the post. Often here, I feel as a pariah for having a non-left-leaning view. I think all folks should have a right to self-express without feeling trolled. Although I self-describe as center-right leaning -- fiscal conservative, social libertarian -- a couple other folks have made the point that our more left-leaning friends here bring a great deal of passion to their points. That isn't always a bad thing. But the national dialogue has more become "them versus us" focused, a tactic designed to divide rather than unite us. Ultimately, we have more in common than differences when it comes to the desire for equality, inclusion, basic human respect, and the needs for quality healthcare and social care for those more at risk or vulnerable, affordable housing, and decent jobs that are not undermined by runaway inflation. Those aren't always values that have a D or R associated to them. For all sorts of reasons, we've watched as people can't afford housing, food, basic necessities, and face an increasing cost of living. Economically, and for me personally, the labor market isn't in a healthy position -- I and others have seen salaries and compensation shrink and the quality of jobs has dried like a puddle in the desert. But here we are being divided over "he vs. she" arguments and media biases that are designed to foment dissension. We're more focused on more esoteric disagreements on items like drag queen story hours. I for one am not buying it because once you get past those things, an almost permanent division in the population will still be there arguing on whether we should say "six or half-a-dozen" (or tastes great versus less filling, or what have you) when in reality as Americans we come together in times of crisis. Meanwhile, we're all still breathing the same air, walking the same ground, and just trying to make happy lives for ourselves. So is that a point on which we can generally agree?

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

Sorry been a while since I posted. Got side tracked the past few weeks. Niall stood there admiring the sight beneath him, Dave's eyes were beginning to roll while he gritted his teeth, bearing the the feeling of penetration. Niall kept eye contact as he told Dave how well he was doing, his lubed up cock began to move ever so slightly of the fully bottomed out boy beneath him. "That's it Davy boy, just breathe and relax. Do just what I tell you, like in work". Tommo, still watching from the couch was stroking his own hard, leaking cock slowly watching the performance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Niall had told him that his apprentice was game once he was a bit spun but this was something else. Dave was lying on his back across the couch with his head on the arm rest. At the other end Niall knelt, holding Dave's knees on his shoulders, his cock in the young ass. Niall's hips were moving steadily now; long, slow thrusts in and out of the 19 year old's no longer virgin hole. Tommo knew Niall, he was making sure not to scare off Dave qnd make sure he'd be back for more. Chuckling to himself all he could think is how lucky Dave was, Tommo would've gone much rougher...and was planning to once Niall had him nicely warmed up. Shaking himself out of his own thoughts, Tommo returned his attention to the two men in front of him. Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural".

I agree completely with thus commentary. Condoms hurt and turn me off. I get no pleasure just a rubbed feeling. When I get fucked raw the feeling of skin on skin and the stimulation in my prostate makes for great sex.

Oliver ran the bar of soap across his chest as the shower filled with warm steam. his heart sank thinking about the impending meeting with Doug, but he held his resolve. Doug had to know how to stop this. surely he could reason with him? Oliver planned his options carefully but just couldnt seem to think of the right words to say. Why was doug doing this? he hadnt done anything to upset the fatherly looking old man. "i dont..." oliver paused, fumbling for the words. "dont...cum in me?" oliver stammered in embarrassment. oliver sighed, running the soap across his ass and remembering Dougs words. "pussy" he grimaced. he stood there as the water cascaded over his thin frame. Doug picked the worst word for his body when he violated the boy. he said it over and over as Olivers body helplessly opened to invite dougs tool deeper. "girls have pussies" the boy grumbled, reaching down apprehensively to touch his soapy asshole he was shocked to see his dick begin to swell. "no" he gritted his teeth. he had to control this somehow. Oliver arrived at the office reception and nervously tapped his toe. the place seemed, emptier than usual. He scanned the room anxiously and tried to rehearse his demands. "Oliver?" Treys chipper voice rang out as the boy sheepishly rose to his feet and shuffled down the hallway. "room 11." the boy smiled. Oliver tentatively smiled back as he entered the dim room and sat awkwardly on the examination table. He waited for what seemed like hours as mere minutes ticked by. Finally the door swung open and Doug entered. "hey ollie! hows my favourite patient feeling today?" "a little better i guess" olivers heart sank, remembering the gift his body accepted just a few days ago. "oh dont be so glum there buddy. once you take your medicine im sure youll perk right back up' Doug turned to the boy, syringe in hand. "i...i dont want to do this" Oliver protested, as the strong older man wound the tubing tight around his arm. "nonsense ollie the medicine is good for you. it helps your special little gift." Doug gently squeezed olivers thin white arm, coaxing the teens vein. "i mean, i dont want to..." Oliver felt ashamed to even ask. What was he even asking for? its not like Doug didnt hear his protest. Doug carried on as if the boy hadnt spoken at all. "little stick" doug cooed, as he dipped the needle gently into the teens vein. "This medicine is a little stronger ollie so you might feel a bit different than last time." doug smiled at the despondent boy. "please no" he croaked, as Doug pushed the contents of the powerful cocktail into the young mans body and released his arm. "look at me ollie" dougs voice echoed in his head as the boy began to cough. "that a boy, see ollie? the nice medicine makes you feel good all over" Olivers heart pounded in his chest. "nnnnn" he groaned, trying to push a sentence of protest from his throat as Doug began unbuttoning the boys shirt. "my girl...." ollie groaned as doug unbuttoned the teens denim jeans. "lift up ollie" Obediently he picked himself up and Doug slid the rest of his clothes off. "she...." oliver stared down at his now rock hard cock, the soft blonde hairs at its base sparsely decorating the boys prick as a testament to his youth. "did you do have some fun last night ollie? you didnt sneak your little poz cock inside her did you?" doug teased as he began undressing. ollie shook his head. "its okay ollie I know. Once you teach a boy about that special little hole between his legs, its hard to even remember how to cum without it" Doug fetched a tube of lube from the countertop and squirted a glob onto the boys cockhead as it gently throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Oliver watched as Doug gently placed the boys hand on his cock. "nice big strokes now ollie" he instructed, as he hovered over the boy, phone in hand. Oliver began fisting his cock. the syrupy lube felt nice on his dick as he sighed contentedly, jerking his prick obediently. "youre doing great ollie. See, your body learns naturally once a mans cock is inside. At first it just feels...different" Doug smeared a glob of lube on his thick tool as ollie stared, mesmerized by the mans pendulous balls and swaying meat. "but eventually those big cocks in your pussy start to change things." doug pushed the boy back on his elbows and began massaging a dollop of cool sticky lube into the boys hairless pink cunt, working his fingers inside with ease. "see ollie? see how your little pink pussy just opened right up? your body wants a man inside you. its a natural part of how you cum now and pretty soon, you wont be able to cum without it." oliver groaned around the mans thick fingers as they danced in and out of him. "See Ollie can fight me. he can huff and puff and say no no no as much as he wants" Doug lined his leaking cock up with the boy and pressed gently, his hole opening around the glistening tool to accept the head. "but ollies body? well that will never say no. it opens up every time for my nice big cock" Doug stroked the boys cheek as he slid deeper inside. "look down ollie" The boy gazed at his slim hips, watching the doctor take him once again. Doug was right. Oliver could write an entire speech in the shower about how he just wanted to stop, but there was no way to keep doug out of his guts if his hole wouldnt cooperate. "just a little more, youre doing fine." Doug seated his cock into the boy fully as he groaned, a gentle gurgle emerging from his guts. "see ollie? thats your pussy talking, not you." doug began to gently fuck the teen on his rod, drawing his cock fully from the boy in a lewd slurp, before sliding it gently back inside. "Pretty soon thats all youre going to listen to, just what your body needs." doug smiled as the boys cock fired a quick shot of cum across his chest. "f-fuck" ollie stammered. "thats it, open up for the big pretty cock" doug whispered to the boy as he continued fucking just as if Oliver had never cum. "did you miss it ollie? this was what your body needed. what that nice little girlfriend of yours cant give you. Tell me where the nice big cock is ollie" doug watched the panting boy search his mind. Why did doug keep asking? of course he was inside him couldnt he hear it? dougs cock was loudly churning the boys hole. "in my pusssssy" he smiled, as doug held the camera to his face. "theres a good boy" doug cooed as Oliver relaxed his hips and leaned further back.

It is a taste worth acquiring!

"Damn" he said when he was at the door, "you two really do look like brothers" and with that he was out the door. "You don't have to leave do you?" Chris asked rolling over and kissing me deeply before I could answer him while his right hand slid down my sweaty stomach until I could feel his fingers slide into my pubes and grab my cock which was starting to get hard again. "Even if I did, you are making an invitation that is hard to resist" I replied after his tongue had finished exploring my mouth. "Damn you are a horny little bitch aren't you?" "Mmm, only with the right guy" "So what is the right guy for you? You had lots of kinds tonight..... Black, Asian, a bottom boy like Zach? I know... you seemed to really get into that Daddy" "Trust me I am not into Daddies at all, but I just remembered what you said, about how the job of the bottom is to make the top feel as good as possible, and I could tell that he was really getting off being my daddy, so I figured my job was to go along with it, and you know what? The more I did to turn him on, and the more he got turned on, the more I got turned on, I wasn't getting turned on with the whole daddy/son bit honest. I was just getting turned on by turning him on, it was weird, everyone always thinks that being a bottom is being totally in the submissive role, or at least a service role, but with him, I had this amazing feeling of power. Like I was the one that was actually in control, I know he was the one fucking me, and I could have just let him fuck me and not played along - playing along was my choice, and that made me feel like I was kind of in control... just knowing that I was turning him on" I reached down and grabbed Chris's cock, it was hard, again, or was that still hard? I felt it pulse and throb in my fist. "So, do you want to fuck me again?" "But you just shot your load? you sure you want to get fucked again so soon? or is that just the bottom being in control again?" he chuckled. "No, it is because YOU'RE hard again, and as Cole Porter said, 'so if baby I'm the bottom you're the top' and you have taught me that the top gets to do what and when he wants to do it, my job is to make it as hot for you as possible." Chris laughed and leaned down to kiss me and then rolled on top of me. His rock hard cock was playing with the swollen lips of my ass, teasing me. "So what did turn you on bro?" Even in the dim light he could see me blush as I tried to burry my face in his furry chest..... "oh come on you can tell me, I mean what can be so embarrassing? I was right there enjoying it all too...what got my little bro's engine purring? If it wasn't the daddy/son stuff, what was it? That big black dick? The train run? Having guys watch you? .........Doing it bareback?, What? ...come on bro, I wont laugh at you. I promise" Every time he called me "bro" my cock, which was trapped between our firm sweaty stomachs, twitched. "Ok, promise you won't laugh?" "Promise." "Well, I am an only child and I only have two cousins, and they are both girls, so, well ....I.... well...... I, ..um...always fantasized about an older brother, you know, who... well, you know?.... um could have played around with me, taught me about sex, have been the one to take my cherry, and well, you know," I was so nervous telling him this, I had never talked about this fantasy with anyone, even any of my boyfriends so I had no idea how he would react. "so...well, so when you called me your 'little brother'...." Chris tilted his head back and gave out a hoot of laughter. "You FUCKING ass hole!" I shouted. I punched him hard in the chest and pushed him off of me, and struggled to get up. I could feel tears forming which made me even more embarrassed, as I groped in the dimness for my towel. "You said you wouldn't laugh." "Hey, I am sorry, so, so sorry" he said as he jumped up and grabbed me, and pulled me into him. One of his strong hands on the back of my head pulled me into his chest, his other arm wrapped around my back, pulling me in tight against his body. Stroking my back, holding me close and slightly rocking back and forth as we stood there naked in the darkness, "I'm sorry, .....really..... so, so sorry" he whispered into my ear. "Let me explain. My dad left before I was born. Mom remarried when I was 7, so and I have 2 sisters - half-sisters, who are a lot younger than me, I don't have any brothers either. My step-dad was as good to me as any step-father could be, but no one in the family looks anything like me, not even my mom. 'spitting image of my no good father' people always told me." By now I had stopped struggling and Chris had pulled me back down to the bed but still holding me firmly in his arms. He kissed me softly on he lips, and licked some of the tears off my cheek, "So trust me, I wasn't laughing at you, I was just surprised. I grew up wanting a little brother. Something tells me that we grew up jerking off to the same fantasies, just with the rolls reversed." he whispered in my ear and then started nibbling on my ear lobes causing me to let out a soft moan. "I have to admit when I first saw you I wanted you real bad. You looked just like I imagined my little brother would look like, the little brother I had been wanting all these years. I kept seeing you always lurking in the dark corners. But - I don't know - there was something about you - you just gave off this vibe like you were a total top." "I get that a lot" I replied with a shy smile "and I don't get it. I am SUCH a bottom. But really, you didn't see me like stalking you all over the place?" "I just assumed we had the same taste in bottoms" Chris said with a chuckle. "Damn to think we could have started a whole lot sooner" "Well I've been looking for my big brother for a long time.... waiting a little longer was worth it, and speaking of my big brother.... and I mean 'BIG' in every sense of the word." I said grabbing his hard cock again and giving it a good squeeze. "Does that thing ever get soft?" "Not when my sexy little brother is living up to every part of my wildest fantasy." "So does that mean my big brother wants to fuck his little brother again?" "Ya, you really up for it?" "Oh ya, just one question though." "What?" "Well, I'm only in town for a few days, so - after stalking you all over the this place tonight, I don't want to seem clingy, I know this is just a bathhouse fling and all but, ...do you want to fuck me here, or...... well... um... do you want to come back to my hotel room?" "Mmmm.... that could be fun, where are you staying? I assume it has a bigger bed than this?" "Ya" I grined up at him. "They put me up at the Palmer House" "Well then maybe we should shower first? I think you smell really sexy, but the front desk clerk at the Palmer House may not be as turned on by the smell of cum and sweat", "Hmm, I dont' know, they guy at the desk when I checked in was kind of hot" I said, working my face into Chris's hairy ripe armpit and taking a deep whiff and a lick "but maybe you are right, although I think your pit smells better than any brand of poppers I have ever tried, so before you wash all that away down the drain......" and I started giving his pit a good washing with my tongue. Chris grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of his armpit "If you keep that up we will never make it back to your hotel room" He got up and pulled me up off the bed kissing me deep while he ran his hands down my back till they were cupping my firm smooth ass cheeks and then giving them both a sharp smack. "And something tells me - we may have to just shock the hotel clerk... because if I see that ass of yours teasing me in the shower I am going to want to fuck it right then and there. Did you get a room here or a locker?" "I just got a locker." "OK" he said as he quickly pulled on some of his clothes and grabbed the rest along with his sheet and towel "Lets go get you dressed and get out of here before I can't resist the siren call of my little bros ass again" And with that we hurried to the locker room and he finished getting dressed while I quickly pulled on my clothes and we went to check out. The cab ride back to my hotel seemed to take forever as we only held hands in thr dark of the back seat not wanting to shock the cabby any more than the hptel desk clerk. The enforced "chastity" of the cab ride back to the hotel - even though it only really lasted about 20 minutes had actually served as some of the most erotic foreplay I had ever experienced.... just sitting next to each other, smelling each other, our knees just barely touching, looking at his crotch - seeing the massive basket his hard on was making in his pants and knowing that cock would soon be inside of me again. And to heighten our frustrations we had one of those chatty cab drivers who kept up a one sided conversation all the to the hotel. When we finally got to the hotel, fortunately there was no one in the elevator. It was good to be alone again and I pushed Chris up against the elevator door and shoved my tongue down his throat. We almost fell out of the elevator when the door opened on my floor and we stumbled down the hall to my room. He was biting down hard on the back of my neck and was starting to pull my only partially tucked in shirt out of my pants as I tried desperately to put the magnetic key card into the slot the right way, finally the little light turned to green, the door opened and we tumbled into the room. and started peeling the clothes off of each other while trying to kiss and move over to the bed all at the same time. We were not quite naked by the time we landed on the bed. Chris pulled my legs up in the air while he was trying to yank off my boxer briefs, and before they were fully off, my legs were over his shoulders and his cock was working its way up my cum filled hole. "OH DAMN, you feel soo fucking good inside of me.... damn fuck me. I want my big brother to fill me up with his cum!" The fuck did not last long. We were both just too turned on. We were like lovers that had been separated from each other for months or even years, instead of two guys who had only met a few hours ago and had only just taken a 20 minute cab ride. We devoured each other. Chris was slamming his cock in and out of my ass, giving me the hardest fuck I had ever had, and yet I spent the whole fuck with my hands on his ass pulling him in deeper, begging him to fuck me "HARDER." "DEEPER." "FASTER." He said nothing. He had his face buried in my neck and bit down hard as if he was going to fall off. Part of me knew I would have a massive hickey/bite mark there. But as I spurred him on - "HARDER. DEEPER" it was if he took those as instructions for not only what to do with his cock, but also his teeth. And in fact I think that was what I meant by those pleadings as well. It was all over in about 5 minutes when we both simultaneously drained our balls. Chris arched backwards with his face looking up at the ceiling although in fact his eyes were shut tight. "ARRRGGGGHH FUUUUCK!!!" His posture was almost like wolf howling at the moon, save that his cry was deep and guttural as he shot his load deep in my ass. "FUCCKK .....MEEEE.... HHHAA" I echoed as I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. As soon as Chris finished cumming - which seemed to last almost as long as the fuck itself, he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for a long time, lost in the feel and smell of each other. Eventually Chris propped himself up on one elbow so he could look down at me - not that he could see much as we had not turned on any lights - but the curtains were open, so the lights of the city cast some light - though most of the room was in shadows. Still neither of us spoke for some time, we just lay int the tangle of sheets and looked at each other. Finally he took one hand and slowly caressed my cheek, The tenderness of his touch in sharp contrast to the brutality of his fuck. "Ok, so.... I know its kind of late to be asking you, but ....have you really never been fucked raw before?" "Mmmm" I kind of mumbled as I shook my head in the negative. "So, are you OK?.... With getting fucked raw tonight?" It took me a little while to reply, and then hesitantly, as I tried to figure out how I really felt about it, then kind of rushing forward and then stopping again to regroup my thoughts. "I've never done bareback until tonight, even with my boyfriends. heck I never even watched bareback porn. .... Even those few times when I toped I have always used condoms..... And to be honest?...When I stop and think about it. .....I am a little freaked about it. And, well... kind of nervous about it..... I don't know why I did it. Why I went along and let you..... I don't think I ever would have let anyone other than you talk me into it. ....And, I have to admit.... even now, ... and this maybe freaks me out the most.....it was kind of hot... and .....liberating....like it all happened so fast - after Zach rode my raw cock..... I don't know..... It felt sooo much better than fucking with a condom. And damn I wanted you so bad, and you said it was raw or nothing, ... and .... it's not like you tried to be sneaky about it, you told me how it was going to be, you were open, forceful, ... verbal about it ... and well.... that was hot and well....thinking back on it, maybe..... knowing that raw sex is wrong, ..but realizing how good it felt for a top - and wanting - NEEDING to please you. I NEEDED you to fuck me, to have my 'big brother at long last fuck me, and so if it was between having you fuck me raw ior not at all? It wasn't that hard to let you, .......And ya, well, ....maybe knowing that it was risky, knowing it was wrong.....that made it more of a turn on?..... is that weird?" "No, I get that" replied Chris. "And so, um, .... and this is really late for me to be asking," I continued "... But .....so .....what do you think the odds are that I, ....you know, ....I took any poz loads?" A weird expression came over Chris's face, one that I couldn't quite read, "Well" he cleared his throat and traced his finger around my left nipple "I know for a fact that you have taken loads from at least two poz guys, .....and mostly likely three, maybe four?" "Oh...." We both stayed there looking at each other. The silence filled the room and hovered over us for a while, I didn't move, didn't get up in a panic , didn't start screaming. I didn't do anything. I just lay feeling Chris's finger as it slowly expanded its pattern until he was tracing a figure eight over my chest circling round both of my nipples, sliding easily though the sheen of sweat that still covered both of our bodies. I just lay there feeling his finger, and studied the face of this man, who was still in my fantasies my long lost older brother while the news sunk in. "So Zach, I assume is one, or is that one too obvious?" "No, you are right on that one" "and....?" My question hung in the air for a moment. "Me" said Chris finally in a flat voice. "You?!!, ...I took you for a total top somehow - I mean?...tops...tops can't get it can they?" "Well ya, they can- not often but they can, but then I am not a Total top.... I am - mostly...but" "...But?" "Zach", "Hu? what do you mean Zach?" "Well Zach and I go way back,,,, we met at a bar back when he was still in highschool and started sneaking into clubs with a fake ID, and surprisingly, considering what a slut he was, he didn't get it for a long time, or at least he didn't test poz for a long time, until about two years ago, and he was really freaked about it. Which was weird, he was, still is as you saw tonight, a total slut - and always let guys fuck him raw, But he still freaked, So, well.... I didn't want him to go through it alone, so I let him fuck me... we spent a whole weekend in bed,, with him just banging the hell out of my ass.... it was good therapy for him I think, to fuck someone hard, rough. To breed a top" "But if you are poz, why did you insist on fucking me raw? Why did you let those other guys breed me? why did you let Zack fuck me?" He studied me for awhile, "I think for the same reason you let me. So now we know we have both been looking for our fantasy brother, and tonight we both found him. Each other. Lets face it.... it is kind of freaky how much we look like we could really be brothers. Heck I have no idea who my dad is so maybe we are - I don't' know, it doesn't really matter, but I saw you and I wanted you. I NEEDED you - it seems as much as you needed me. So, well first I was just going to fuck you and I guess I just wanted to be connected with you. You were my fantasy brother than I wanted you to have my DNA so that maybe you would be my real brother. So I needed to fuck you raw. I needed to cum inside you...." "And then - it gets weird, I have always had various fantasies about what my little bro and I would do. From teaching you how to jerk off, to having you be my secret lover - sharing a room and having you sneak into my bed every night after mom and dad had gone to bed and making romantic love to each other. But then other times I would jerk off thinking about how fun it would be to have a faggot cock sucking little brother who would be my slave, who I could rape when ever I was horny, who I could share with my friends... maybe whore out to the football team. So I'm healthy, I take my meds, I'm undetectable, I figured my fucking you wasn't that risky. But then after I fucked you, I finally fucked my little brother - and that wasn't enough, I had finally lived out one part of my fantasy, suddenly I needed to live out some of the other parts, There wasn't a football team handy - so I just whored you out to the guys who were there. I hate to admit it but it was hot watching you get gang banged. Then when we went back to my room... I don't know - you had already taken a train run, so what harm was there in Zach fucking you too?" "Hate me? "No. .................. Well?.......... No. 'Cause, well...... I had the same mixed fantasies as you did growing up.' My fingers were kind of absentmindedly playing with his chest hair. "From being my brothers lover to being used and whore out. I, even" I gave a rueful chuckle "jerked off all the time to the idea of my big brother passing me around the locker room to the whole football team.... And - I'm an adult. I wasn't drunk, or on any drugs...except the maybe the intoxication of living out almost every fantasy I have ever had since I started jerking off. So, I could have stopped things, if I had really wanted to. You didn't tie me up, you didn't force me to do anything that I haven't I guess, wanted to do - but was just to scared to admit to myself that I wanted to do it. To have that level of intimacy with a guy, to have him cum inside of me. No, not scared, I just needed the right teacher... I just needed to find my brother to show me what I needed to do. So no, I don't hate you. You're my big brother. I couldn't hate you." And with that I pulled him down and snuggled into him. "Do you have to go? or can you spend what is left of the night?" "I would really like to stay.... if you mean it" "I mean it" I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then turned onto my side with my back to him, and pulled his arm around over my chest and, lacing my fingers through his, held his hand tight. Holding him close to me. "Do you like morning sex?" I asked as I maneuvered my ass firmly against his crotch. Chris kissed me lightly on the back of the neck "Mmmm, is your shower big enough for two?" and with that we both drifted off to sleep. - to be continued