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Part VI: Cole’s POV The door clicks shut behind them. I don’t move. My arms are trembling, knees sore against the rug, back arched the way Moses told me to hold it—ass in the air, face flushed, mind swimming in syrupy heat. Every second they were gone stretched out like it might last forever. But I didn’t move. Not an inch. He told me not to, and I didn’t. The air shifts when Nico and Moses return. Footsteps. Slow. Confident. Moses first—I know that walk. Measured. Mean. Nico’s heavier, more reluctant, like he’s not sure he should be back in this room. I don’t lift my head. I just listen. Feel the thick silence rewrap around us. “You stayed,” Moses says, low behind me. Closer now. His voice does something to me. Cuts through the fog of the G still slow-dancing in my bloodstream and makes my stomach clench. It’s approval—but dark, sharp-edged. Like being praised for letting yourself drown. Then a pause. Just long enough for my body to start buzzing with the silence. “Good,” he says again. Quieter. I hear something. A rustle. Then the sound of fingers tapping plastic. No words. Just movement. Moses crouches behind me. I can feel the heat of him there, radiating toward my skin. “You want your reward, baby brother?” My breath shudders out. I nod. “No,” he snaps. “Use your words.” “Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I want it.” He lets out a hum—something between approval and amusement. I hear plastic again, a rubber plunger. My mind tries to piece it together but everything’s blurred around the edges. I feel hot and light and hungry in a way that terrifies me. “Arch deeper,” he says. “I want that hole begging.” I push my chest closer to the rug. Shift my knees wider. My spine curves down and back until I’m fully open—every part of me exposed, stretched, waiting. Humiliated. Fucking ready. Then I feel his hand—firm on my hip, grounding me. “You know what boofing is, Cole?” Moses asks, almost casually. I don’t answer. Can’t. A slap. Sharp, fast, across the same spot he hit earlier. “Answer.” “Y-yeah,” I choke out. “Kind of.” He chuckles. It’s a low, dangerous sound. “Good. Then you know this isn’t just for fun. It’s going to hit hard. Fast. No going back.” My pulse skitters. He spits on his fingers. Rubs the slick mess between my cheeks. Then his fingers press—just at the rim. Testing. Behind me, I hear Nico shift. Still silent. Watching. Like he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t want to kneel down beside Moses and help. “Hold still,” Moses murmurs. “One push.” And then the syringe. The cool tip of it replaces his fingers. I freeze—everything in me locking up with tension—but I don’t move. He warned me. “This is mine,” Moses mutters. “Not some watered-down club shit. This’ll light you up from the inside.” The tip slips in. Deeper than I expected. My breath stutters. I grip the rug, jaw clenched. Then the pressure. He plunges it. I feel the warmth immediately. Not like drinking. Not even like a hit. This is different—intimate, violating, invasive in a way that makes my vision go white at the edges. My body jerks once, instinctual, but his hand clamps down on my lower back. “Stay,” he growls. “Let it hit.” The burn turns to heat. The heat turns to fire. And suddenly everything inside me is moving too fast—my heart, my breath, my thoughts. I let out a sound—half moan, half whimper—but I can’t stop it. Moses pulls the syringe out and gives my ass one more slap. Not hard. Just enough to say, you’re mine now. My arms give out. I collapse halfway, forehead to the floor, moaning through clenched teeth as the rush slams into my bloodstream like a bullet train. Everything is liquid. Everything is sharp. Behind me, I hear him say to Nico: “You do the other.” My heart skips. “What?” “The T.” No hesitation. Just command. “I’ll hold him open,” Moses says. I feel his hands on me—firm, practiced. Thumbs pressing into the dip of my ass, spreading me for another time tonight. I flinch at the contact but don’t pull away. I can’t pull away. Not when my blood is fizzing, my hole still slick from earlier, still burning from what Moses just pushed inside. I sense Nico crouching behind me. Same feeling as before. The tip of a syringe sliding into me. “Plunge it.” Moses demands. Nico complies. My vision sharpens, blurs, then sharpens again. Every nerve in my body lights up like someone flipped the switch from human to live wire. My tongue goes numb. My cock throbs painfully. My fingers flex against the rug like they’re digging for stability that isn’t there. Moses watches me like a craftsman inspecting a fragile thing mid-transformation. “There he is,” he murmurs. “There’s my good little slut.” The words melt into me. Mine. He said mine. I don’t speak. Can’t. All I can do is exist—naked, split open, drugged and desperate and wanting more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Nico pulls out the syringe like he’s been burned. I hear his breath. Short. Clipped. He’s trying not to let it show. But I know what he sees. He sees me, wrecked and perfect. Moses stands. He unzips. Finally. I look up just as his cock springs out from his jeans. Uncut, rock hard, dripping with pre cum. Framed by a thick black bush. I look further up and see him grinning at me. I let out a whimper. My brother—I shouldn’t like this. But fuck. He looks so fucking good. “Move” he says to Nico, breaking our gaze. I turn my head and watch him get to his knees—positioning himself behind me. He bends over me, whispering in my ear, “You ready for this cock, baby brother?” The G and T plunged inside me makes me let out a desperate moan. Moses’ hand wraps around my throat in response. “I asked you a question, faggot.” His grip getting tighter with each word. “You ready for your big brother to fuck you raw? You ready to feel every inch of me inside you?” “Fuck, Moses,” I let out, “Fuck yes.” Moses snickers and pulls back, then I feel the head of his cock press low against me—hot, heavy—like it’s always meant to be there. “Last chance,” he says, not because he’s asking, but because he wants to hear it. My voice cracks. “Take me.” A beat. Then— Pressure. Stretch. Invasion. His cock pushes in slow. My body protests—tight, too tight—but I don’t run. I don’t clench. I accept. It’s not Nico’s rushed fuck. It’s not about getting off. It’s about claiming. About being filled until I don’t belong to myself anymore. Moses sinks in deeper. Deeper. Until I feel his hips flush against my ass, his breath thick and steady behind me. He doesn’t move. Just stays there, buried. One hand gripping my waist. One planted on the back of my neck, holding me down. Owning me. “Fuuuuck yeah baby brother. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Just come back from the first afternoon cruise of the year at Armley Mills, Leeds. This time of year it can be a bit hit and miss, but as the weather gets warmer, it starts to fire up. What I like to do is head down the canal on my bike for an hour, stop at Armley Mills for a cruise then head home. If it’s warm, I’ll usually wear shorts, go commando, and go shirtless. Today, not quite warm enough for that so I wore hoodie with no shirt, so I could unzip it and show off the body when cruising. Anything to draw guys in 😉 When I’m there, it’s open season on me as far as I’m concerned. Age range 18 to 70, I don’t give a crap. Just I want cock, in my mouth or ass, and some loads. Today was a success at both ends. The first guy had a few tats, which I like, but he was a bit cagey, eyeing me up, walking past, walking back. I said hi a couple of times, but he seemed nervous. Then he seemed to come to a decision and walked off. A few minutes later, a message from a blank Grindr profile: “You the guy with the bike?” Yes (I mean I have very clear pics, but ok) you the guy with the tats? “Yeah. Not into fucking. Just up to get sucked.” Ok I can do that (my profile title is ‘Cum in my Ass’ with emojis), come back and I’ll make you cum. Sure enough back he comes, and we head to a leafy secluded area when I get down on my knees and give him head. Right now every time I’m giving head I’m seeing it as an opportunity to hone my deep throat skills, so I pretty quickly place his hands on my head and give him control for skullfuck. Five minutes later, I can taste the precum and he pretty quickly shoots down my throat, zips up, walks off without another word. I call back thanks to him once I’ve swallowed, but he’s done with me. As it should be. Not much happens for a bit, although there is a bareback top who turns up. I know he’s BB top because his Grindr profile says so. I wander over, we chat, but he’s obviously biding his time, enjoying his vape and seeing who’s about. Answer: no one aside from me and one other guy who’s interested in neither of us. Anyway after about half an hour, the BB top wanders to the back of the cruising area and I follow. I find him cock out jacking off so I head up, pop my bike against the railings and get down to suck him. He seems to understand I’ll be up for a skullfuck, but he’s gentler than the last guy. His rhythm is a bit more slide in and out, but once again I take his cock into my throat until I taste precum. I pull back, look up, and he makes a turn-around signal with his hand. Don’t have to tell me twice. Spit for lube and I’m ready. He shoves inside me. And fuck, for some reason I’m tight today – good for him but it hurts a bit. Now, if this was a sauna I’d say, pull out and let me take a minute to breathe, but in a cruising area? No way. I just breathe while he’s fucking me, facing out from the railings. I love this. He’s keeping an eye out, while I’m one hand gripped on a low-lying tree branch, and the other hand on the floor. Practically on all fours taking his cock like an animal. He starts tog rip my hips and thrust a bit. This is good: he might be close, and my breathing has loosened everything so that I’m enjoying the fuck. I pray the silent prayer of cumsluts everywhere: cum in me cum in me cum in me 😉 Sure enough after about five minutes, the thrusting becomes urgent and he releases a massive load into me. I grip his ass behind me for a bit to ensure he’s fucking the load into me, and then he’s done. Another one who just zips up and walks away, but not before I say thanks. “You’re welcome,” he replies. As it should be. I grab my bike and call it a day. A good day. I ride home on a wave of jizzjoy, riding no-handed, hands behind my head, smiling and feeling FUCKING GOOD!

THE PARTY. DING- 1 text message from BBDaddyD: Hey Connor cumdump boy. I hope you are ready for one wild night. Make sure to be prepped and ready. Wearing just a jock. Come to the club, park in back. Come thru the door marked, BBASEMENT. Go down the stairs, Bear the bouncer will escort you to your room to remove clothes and provide your poppers. Then he will get you up on the swing/sling and strap you in. See you tonight 10pm sharp boy. No need to respond. I know il be seeing you tonight. 😈 As I'm driving to the club I'm scared but excited. My hole has been thirsty for their cocks for weeks. I pull down the ally and park in back. Make my way down the stairs to bear. I was about to introduce my self when he puts his finger over my mouth and goes, shhhhh, hi Connor let's get you ready, he leads me to the room and pushes me up against the wall, " no boy, don't move," He takes my jacket and shirt off firsts the cuffs my hands above my head. He then slowly pulls my pants off and spreads my legs. I moan with excitement. "OH LIL SLUT BOY!" He then spreads my boy cheeks and starts tongue fucking my hole. Mmmm yes sir. I let out He spanks my ass so hard. "Quiet boy." He then says, I'm prepping your hole for the first guy. He's about 9 inch thick, uncut, he's pretty rough so I hope your ready. Now speak, are you ready boy?' Yes sir. He walks me up to the swing sling and pick me up and lays me in Straps me down. Soaks a rag with poppers and straps it to my face. It's way to much, my head is spinning then this guy walks up. Thick dripping cock. Tears the rag from my face as im begging him to fuck me. He smiles and with no hesitation slide his cock in balls deep. I give out a yelp!! And he puts his hand in my mouth. And pounds away. I'm crying and moaning but in pleasure. I then feel his fingers enter my hole with his dick and he scratches my insides. "Mmm nice I love seeing boy hole smearing pink streaks on my cock. You want this load boy bear it comes! Smack Smack Smack!! Growl grrrrr. Mmmmm He pulls out and says , good boy, now I was soft on you. Wait til tank comes in. But first hears a lil treat for you. He gave me a sip of water which wasn't just water and then a puff of a piece around his neck. "TANK, COME STRETCH OUT HIS HOLE. MARK IS AFTER YOU." GET ready conner boy. This is just the beginning. Hahaha ----to be continued----

Hi all. @Westhamsmoker sent me a story that he wrote as he was unable to post it himself due to issues with his laptop. Hope you guys enjoy it Ollie sat back and lit yet another cigarette it was his 10th and it was not yet midday. His lungs were now seriously congested and he repeatedly coughed up phlegm but that did not worry him in fact it turned him on.He was smoking more than ever since he had met Rob. He started to recall what had happened to him over the last couple of years he smiled inwardly as he thought about how his smoking had increased. He stubbed out his cigarette and hungrily lit another taking long deep drags and looked in the mirror tilted his head and let out a slow stream of smoke from his nose and mouth. How cool and sexy it is to smoke he thought to himself. He looked so hot with his newly shaved head which suited his now stocky build . He was now 20 and things seemed to have moved fast over the last few months. He had moved in with a guy Rob who was much older over 50 . The attraction had been leather and that his new bf was a heavy smoker so Ollie could live out his leather fetish and feed his smoking habit which was now well over two packs a day. His Dad a heavy smoker had passed away suddenly and any parental guidance had been lost as he spiraled out of control. His life was now all about smoking and sex. He had many partners before Rob but then so had Rob. They had an open relationship and Rob frequently worked away so Ollie knew that Rob would meet other guys for sex and Ollie did likewise and neither were careful . As long as the guy smoked Ollie was keen. One day when Rob was away Ollie had hooked up with a guy from grinder he was in his 30's and smoked he was balding but Ollie found that attractive and suited his close beard . Ollie had invited him to his place and had made sure there were plenty of cigarettes. As they sat chatting Ollie leaned back and started to rub his dick and lit up a cigarette. " I am so glad you smoke " the guy said." yea I love smoking as much as I love fucking " . " Wow I thought this was our first date your very forward " " no point in beating about the bush, you want to fuck me or not ". The guy was as eager and soon they were naked. The guy caressed Ollie's chest and was soon massaging Ollie's hard dick. They kissed passionately their tongues probing each others mouths. The guy sparked up a cigarette and when Ollie stubbed his out he was given another.and without much foreplay, apart from a lot of kissing, the guy squeezed some lube onto Ollie' hole and reached to his trouser pocket to retrieve a condom. " No need for that " said Ollie. " But I don't know you " " You do now " " are you clean " " yeah " said Ollie. " Yeah its much better raw I usually fuck raw " said the guy and with that the guy started fucking Ollie and after a while he came in Ollie's arse. As he finished the guys phone bleeped he had received a text. " What it say " said Ollie and the guy showed him the text " Chem party at " and an address was shown. " Are you going ? " " fuck yea, you interested ? " " who are they ? " " fuck knows someone must have given them my number but I don't know them " " still I'm up for a party and I'm sure you will enjoy it " " I'm sure i will ". As they were dressing Ollie went to Robs cabinet and fished out a bag of coke. " This will come in handy later " " yea but why wait lets do a few lines ". Ollie poured some of the white powder onto the glass table and using a razor blade from Robs cabinet he cut several lines. Handily there were tubes already in Robs cabinet which they used to sniff the coke. Ollie was buzzing. And so they arrived at the address Ollie was totally wired and when the door was opened by a half naked guy in his 30's Ollie kissed him sinking his tongue into the guys mouth. " Hi so you have now formally met my partner for the night, his name is , err what is your name " " Ollie " and he laughed " and whats your name? " " don't worry about that you don't need to know people's names here and no one has a formal partner here, we are all partners together ". Ollie's dick went rock hard again. As they entered the lounge Ollie took in the sight, most of the guys were totally naked, one couple were fucking in an armchair. The air hung heavily with cigarette smoke and ashtrays overflowed with cigarette butts. Almost everyone was smoking, heaven for Ollie. Ollie's previous fuck buddy went into the bathroom but Ollie took a seat on the sofa and within seconds two guys were either side of him and started deep kissing Ollie, tongues sought out tongues and the two either side firstly took off Ollie's top and then his jeans. He was left wearing his pants. Out of nowhere appeared a tray with lines of coke already cut and the three on the sofa took turns in taking hits of it. Now Ollie found a fourth guy in his later years sucking his dick. Ollie was being ravished by three guys and he loved every minute of it. They only paused to light cigarettes often leaving them burning in ashtrays as they continued their threesome. Lighting cigarettes only as they paused. Ollie's fuck buddy returned but he did not go to Ollie, he and the party organizer were soon fucking on the floor. Then Ollie was given a drink he had no idea what is was but he had an idea and then a small amount of liquid was dropped into Ollie's mouth. He only knew that he seemed to be floating, everything seemed a bit hazy but at the same time he knew it was sheer pleasure. Ollie was now on his back and he instinctively lifted his legs as an invitation and one by one several guys fucked him. He had no idea how many, he was in a world of his own but just knowing that everything was wonderful. The sex was so intense much more intense that he had ever experienced before. He looked hazily around and one of the guys who had sat next to him was tying a tourniquet around the other guys arm and then injecting him. The guy seemed to fall back and his eyes rolled and he laid back in what looked like a drunken stupor. Rather than feeling exhausted by all of the fucking Ollie was now fully alert and his dick was still as hard as nails. It seemed he had an added energy and moved to another couple who had been fucking and before long both of the guys were fucking Ollie. He did not know how many loads he had taken but he knew a few as his ass was leaking cum. He sat smoking taking in the scene. Were did these guys get their energy from ? But Ollie knew that he too was now totally wired as more coke was distributed. There was a knock on the door and Ollie witnessed extra chems being delivered. Two days later Ollie woke up in his bed. He felt dreadful, he felt sick, his mouth was dry as can be. He leaned across his bed to the bedside cabinet and reached for his cigarettes. He took deep drags and the smoke felt like cream pouring into his lungs. It felt great but soon he was coughing but this time it was not like before, he brought up huge amounts of phlegm. Fuck how many cigarettes did I smoke, he had no idea but as soon as he finished the one he had to have another and then he started to think how long was I at the party? Two days ? Then he glanced down at his arms and there were needle marks under each arm ? What the fuck ? Suddenly he had an urge to go to the toilet and when there realised that he was bleeding. His arse felt so sore he was bruised. Then he realised some of the guys must have fucked him when he was bleeding. How could they. What about his arms he had to hide that from Rob. He would never go to one of those parties again. He did not have sex for a few days but eventually things calmed down and when Rob returned it was business as usual as he gave his arse up to Rob. Two weeks later and Rob was away again. He sat there bored. He thought about grindr but sex even with Rob seemed boring compared to what he had felt like at the chems party. Then he had a text " chems ". Fuck how did they get my number ? It was a different address and from different people but what the hell he wasn't doing anything and at the very least he could go just for some company but this time he would not get involved. Before leaving he again took a few hits if coke and felt buzzing again. He was in the taxi texting the guy who had announced the party. The exchange of texts got more lurid as he traveled and his dick was going hard he had to avoid coming there and then. When he got to the address a hunk answered the door. God he is gorgeous thought Ollie and the guy gave him a kiss but from the texts Ollie was really up for it and gave the guy a passionate kiss tongues again searched each other mouths. Ollie was not even in the door and had started to remove his clothes. By the time he got into the lounge he was naked and again found several guys naked some passing around what looked like shots , also coke and one or two were slamming drugs. Ollie literally fell on two guys one had a toxic tattoo on his arm but he was extra hot looking. He was wearing a leather jock and harness and was about 40 he had a shaved head and a blondish beard. Ollie despite his earlier thoughts threw himself into it. He did not recognise any of the guys but after a few hits of coke and other stuff he thought everyone in the room was hot. Again the room was full of smoke and most of the guys were smoking. When the action really started and guys were fucking each other one or two seemed upset and left. This left a hardcore of about 10 guys and Ollie was one of them. The guy with the tattoo was extra interested in Ollie and Ollie thought him the hottest guy here. When he approached Ollie the guy smiled and Ollie started sucking the guys stiff dick he would do anything for this guy. They started kissing and Ollie could not believe his luck.The guys dick was totally erect and Ollie laid on his back and soon they were fucking. The guy withdrew his dick and would plow Ollie time and time again. Eventually cum shot into Ollie's arse. They sat smoking, fuck the guy looked crazy handsome smoking, so cool. The guy held out his arm and one of the other guys tied a tourniquet around it and as he kissed Ollie again he stretched out Ollie's arm This time when Ollie was injected he felt so warm it was a wonderful feeling he wanted more and over the next three days while all the guys hung around he was injected eight more times and each time he liked it more. He seemed to be more aware this time and was able to enjoy the fucking which lasted the three days. He didn't eat he did not feel hungry, only hungry for sex almost chain smoking and drugs. No sex was like this Ollie was intoxicated. He could not get enough. Ollie was fucked many times and he saw the tattoo guys fucking others too. It was so hot to Ollie everyone fucking each other with no inhibitions any condoms which were there were long gone with drugs in their bodies the hunger for sex just super charged all of the guys to fuck raw. Everyone was out of it totally high and risk was forgotten about. Things seemed to spiral and soon almost everyone was injecting but now they had to share needles and Ollie again threw himself into the dirty part of these parties. To Ollie the dirtier it got the better. He had everything up his arse. Dildos countless dicks and someone was even trying to fist him but not fully. At one time with Ollie dangling a fag and his legs up a guy was catching the oozing cum from Ollie's arse into his mouth. He had never had more intense sex and smoked so much. He wanted this again and again he never gave Rob a thought he just wanted the sex smokes and drugs. When he woke up he was still there the party was over but Ollie felt dreadful. His legs were shaking he tried smoking but that did not help. When he saw the guy who had arranged the party it was the guy with the tattoo so he said " man I feel awful cant stop shaking " the guy replied " give me a few secs to shoot up " Ollie saw him tie a leather strap around his arm and inject. " Now mate you are just suffering withdrawal you injected a lot of gear the last three days and loads last time you were here. This will make you feel better " and he found a vein on Ollie and brought the syringe he had used to Ollie's arm and injected the rest of what was in the syringe into Ollie's arm " there now your lucky you have some of my blood too, I wont charge you Before you go I will give you another full hit and show you how to do it yourself ". Ollie felt a wash of heat again flow through his body he felt wonderful until a call from Rob to say he was home brought him out of it. " Hi babs..... yeah I said I would stay over with Mum tonight its ages since I spent time with her, yea I know I miss you too and love you so much ". " shit that was soo sweet yuk " said the guy Brian was his name. Apart from dark circles under his eyes he looked so hot. Ollie said " don't worry about him I'm at my Mum's. (haha) well if you want I can stay over tonight ". " you kidding me yea of course I will fuck your brains out and I've got plenty of gear for us to shoot up " Ollie said " you dint give me much before think I am beginning to need it again " he wanted that warm glow again and to feel great again. " haha yea you need it kid " and after preparing it he shot a full load into Ollie's arm. " fuck yea that's awesome " Ollie had never felt better " yea you love the gear as much as me kiddo when you leave I am going to see a lot of you , you will need ,me " They smoked like chimneys and fucked all night and Brian coerced Ollie into doing more and more gear. He woke needing another smoke and another hit. And so it continued for days and weeks, more chems parties were arranged and the young guy called Ollie was the one injecting others when they were high and not knowing what they were doing like Ollie at the first party. He was able to take more and more gear and like his smoking he was now totally hooked, Brian had seen to that. He never went back to Rob. But one day he went down with terrible flu. Brain said " I'm sorry Ollie but I was out of meds for a few days " " how long " " about four weeks " he said with a wink " you might have the bug " " fuck no my Mum " " Ollie if she knew how many guys had fucked you bareback she would not be surprised " " but what about the others ? " " oh them most of them are poz anyway , its no big thing take a hit from my needle that will make you feel a lot better. Will be hot to have a poz mate you can get a tat like me (haha) ". A few days later it was confirmed that Ollie was poz to go with being hooked on gear and having Hep C and the clap.

Left about 20 minutes ago... then had to run outdoors and cut and edge the lawn before it rains. That's about the happiest lawn mowing experience i've ever had. my FB... idk, i think he may have a thing for me, He bred me every day last week when i wasn't working. He's wanted to breed me on work days too, but after 13 shifts i'm worthless. He on the other hand will work all day doing heavy construction, come over and fuck me like a wild beast, then go a lift weights for 2 hours afterwards. We've definitely morphed over 5 years of 3-5x a week sex. It's the longest ive ever had a FB, and it never gets old. He's so verbal when i'm doing oral on Him, totally keeps me ramped up with His obvious pleasure, then always finishes with breeding my ass... and damn, He's soooooo good. Mysteriously quiet when He's fucking, though His hands and kisses on my back communicate a lot. Pretty sure i'm pregnant.

Two load Tuesdays So I get a message from a man I have frequently bottomed for. Great cock! and usually multi cummer too. So I get to his place grab a sports drink from the fridge. Mind you ive been SUPER horned up all day. been craving a Raw cock to breed my bubble butt! so I walk into his room. he's watching some hot Tage team porn of these 2 hung daddy types pounding this twink that looks unconscious but he wasn't he was just im the moment!! we all been there He says, "Boy get my dick wet, that's all the lube you get for now" so I slurped on thar thick, 7in precum soaked cock for 3 secs before he sprang up, flipped me over, push my back down and rammed that cock balls deep I love this role play with him but like a heads up first but I slipped into character quick and asked him to ease up. "no boy," as he pounds away, "I've got a BIG suprise for you and he is walking in right now, but stay right there face down. no peeking no talking." My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement. suddenly a HUGE Mushroom tip cock smacks my hole 3 times, and it was a wet smack, ***smack*** ***smack*** ***smack*** A deep voice says, "you ready for my monster cock?" see trick question, in this case I'm not allowed to speak unless granted. "Wow, you are right man, he is a good boy. listens as he should, now speak " thank you sir, and yes sir I am ready for your Monster cock sir" " when im done you might not be able to walk for about 20 minutes, most guys lose the feeling in their legs from either the size or the pounding your gona get. but I promise, you will be back for more," right then he grabbed my hips and started to just push that huge to in, finally my hole opened, only a little bit. I let out a sharp moan, and he says, "aww does the boy need lube? speak." sir yes sir please sir." He spits in his dick that the head is in my pulsing hole and shaft of if massive cock and says, "that's enough, haha, now you may look and see what it looks like before I go balls deep," thank you sir.... I turn to take a look, and this MF has at least a 13 Maybe fuckin 14 inch, coke can thick, cock. Sir can I please have more lube" he smack my face and Said, " naughty boy know better to talk without permission," all I remember from that second was sharp sharp stabbing pain inside me, as he no mercy, no lube, firmly went balls deep in me I blacked out from the pain for at least 5 seconds. he is lookin at me with these fierce eyes laughing when i came too. " ah I love when they pass out when I do that." he literally ripped my hole he had to of. I try to scream my safe word and his giant hand goes over my mouth and he said, " Nope didn't hear it," and continued to just wrecking my hole. after awhile I didn't feel anything down there. what seemed like hours was only 1.5 hours. and suddenly he grabs my head pulls toward in and opens my mouth and spits it in. and says "are you ready to feel ropes of cum fill you? with tears in eyes but a shit grin on my face. his cock started pulsing so much it felt like his cock doubled in size 5 minite I swear he shot so much cum in me. then smacks my ass and pulled out fast that it almost made a POP sound cuz of that giant head. HES all yours now, careful look at my load, there's a lil pink in it. and they got quiet and chucked as his friend left laughing. then the guy I usually met frequently turns around with a crazy look on his face and says now now it's my turn. as I look down he is wearing an extender thing on his cock that had like texture wave and half marble sized balls on the shift. he put something up to my noise and told me to breath in. he did the other nostile too. within seconds my mi.d and body didn't care what was pressing up to my hole. I literally started pushing towards him. He says, I fn knew you would love it. tjen again... balls deep and this time i blacked out for awhile. but he kept going for at least 20 min. I feel a smack on my face. hey wake up, I'm gona....cum...and bam he shot even more than the last guy. that it was squirting out the side of my now wrecked hole. and what I didn't realize is as he walked away. there was a bio hazard tat about the left cheek. I sudden panicked for one second. until I looked down and my cock was rock hard. and shooting cum. Now boy. you may leave. when you are able to walk. I know you didn't expect that but we've been wanting to tear that hole for so long. you may become part of our family it our seed takes. I never said I wanted poz seed. then he said, "well we know you chased before years back. we were the ones you ghosted" Now, don't act Like you don't want it. I lay back down looking at the ceiling and now notice the biohazard sign painted in red on the ceiling, bloody cum dripping out of my wreaked hole. memories from years back of me on poz porn sites, jerking off wanting rhe bottom to be me. I started to get hard. as the guy smiles and says," see? told ya." "what do you say?' SPEAK, "Thank you master." to be continued*****

Part 4 The next day our group headed out to the beach again. We decided to go early so we could be back in time for Tea Dance, then do dinner and the bars. James had been on his phone texting since he got up, and said he was going to go for a bike ride and would find us on the beach later. We saw him mid afternoon as he strolled down the beach in just his black speedo. He was with Martin and a few others. He and Martin had gone bike riding earlier, and they’d ridden out to the beach with some others. Martin’s husband, Liam, had arrived yesterday. He was tall and lean, with a shock of blonde hair. He was outgoing and had a French-Canadian accent, having grown up in Montreal and keeping a home there part-time. He was a professional fashion photographer and spent a fair amount of his time on the road. Or staying at one of their homes in Montreal, LA or NY. After chatting a few minutes, they continued up the beach. James sat with us for about half an hour before following the others. We saw him a. few times that afternoon, either at the celebrities’ blankets (as one of our friends nicknamed it) or he’d appear at ours briefly to check—in. We were preparing to head back to shower and go to Tea. He decided to stay on the beach and enjoy the sun. I was curious and, honestly, my voyeuristic side was slapping me and telling me to stay. Martin and his husband were sitting on a blanket. They were watching James as he took a run along the water’s edge. He was a runner by nature, and his long legs carried him gracefully, his athleticism obvious. “He’s a hot one,” Liam said. “MMmmm hmmmmm,” was Martin’s response. He was enjoying the show James was putting on for him. “How many times have you done him?” “Just twice.” “Bottom?” Martin nodded. “A very hot one.” He was keeping his voice lowered. There were 3 others with them, and he wasn’t necessarily fond of any of them. Liam had brought several friends down from Montreal for the long weekend. Roger and Kenneth, an on-again-off-again couple who spent most of their time together arguing; and Marcus, who said he was 21 but probably wasn’t. He was a student and stripper, the latter being how Liam had probably met him. “Any luck with Marcus?” “Some. He says my dick is too big. But we’ll see how he does this weekend.” James was now walking back toward their towels, panting from the exertion. He semi-collapsed on his towel beside Martin. Martin couldn’t help but admire James physique. His dick tingled and moved involuntarily as James stretched out. He tried to goad James into running naked, but he wasn’t having it. In truth, it probably would have been uncomfortable to run like that with his cock and balls bouncing. But it would have looked really hot to watch! They’d had a lot of fun biking earlier, and Martin was as impressed with the young man’s intellect as he was with his body. He’d been horny all day because of James. And some old fantasies were creeping back into his head. He patted James’ upturned ass. “Be careful showing off like that. Some bears will drag you into the dunes and work you over.” James laughed. “I hope they bring lube.” Martin smiled to himself, and his cock twitched again. “Oh? Have you been a dune bottom before?” “No. Never. I wouldn’t want to get picked off by the rangers. They were out here a lot a few years ago. Ticketed people for being naked on the beach.” “The rangers have been defunded. They don’t have gas money for their four wheelers, and they aren’t going to walk out this far.” He reached down and waggled his dick. “Besides, they love French-Canadian cock.” “Doesn’t everybody?” James said cheerfully. He was trying not to stare at Liam’s cock, but he had waggled it after all. It was easily eight inches long, a straight shaft to a mushroom head, like a pipe with a blunt. End. Liam had a nice body, lean, not as muscular as Martin. He was fairly gregarious, dominating most conversations that day. James wasn’t sure what to make of the relationship between these two. There wasn’t a lot of affection displayed between them, and Liam was certainly extensive to the twink he’d brought, Marcus. Martin didn’t seem to mind, as he was rubbing James back in front of his husband. There didn’t seem to be any jealousy between the two. The afternoon was starting to wane. Liam, Marcus and the other couple had disappeared over the dune about a half hour ago. Martin had used that time to swim with James, and make out in the water. He’d finally coaxed James out of his swimsuit, and they stood together in the water, discreetly jerking one another under the surface. “Where’d the others go?” James asked. He suspected he knew, and was intrigued by the prospect. “The grasses to play, I suppose,” Martin answered. “They’ve been gone that long.” He looked at James more intently. ”You haven’t been back there?” “Like I said, never.” He’d always been too nervous to do anything out in the open, but here he was with a hardon in the water jerking with Martin. “We can go back. And see what they’re up to. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on Liam.” They slipped on their swimsuits and walked over the dunes. Into the salt marsh. The green grasses were tall and lush this time of year. The water was nearly up to Martin’s knees, slightly less so on James. Martin lead him into the grasses, following a natural, narrow inlet. They passed a few guys coming out, each one flying solo. “It’s pretty discreet back here, except for the onlookers. “ James heart was pounding and he felt very aroused. They were walking through the slight breach in the grasses, the water sloshing all around them. It narrowed and zig-zagged then it opened into a small beachfront. Liam was there, his hands on Marcus’ shoulders, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of the twink’s ass. Kenneth was trying to get his cock into Marcus’ mouth, but Marcus was distracted by the big cock trying to penetrate him. Roger was playing with a different guy in the water, ignoring the other three. “ Just as I suspected.” Martin looked at James, who was captivated by the sight of men having sex out here. There was some internal conflict on his face. Martin reached over and ran his hand up and down James’s smooth back, feeling the heat of his skin in the sun, and let his hand slide down and grasp his tight ass. James responded by reaching over and running his left hand up and down Martin’s chest and abs, his eyes still on Liam and Marcus starting to fuck. “How are they doing it without lube?” “Liam always has lube in his pouch. Lube and poppers. He never leaves home without them.” James was mesmerized, and Martin could see the bulge in his black speedo stretching. The Brit looked the young man up and down. “You are so bloody hot,” he said. Martin reached beneath the back of the speedo and began to massage James’ ass. James let out a soft sigh, then a whimper as Martin touched his hole lightly. The Brit felt his own cock thickening, relishing the look of the athletic young man standing there in the water. His exposed body was nicely tanned, the quarter sized nipples standing out against the bronze skin. Martin had wanted him the minute he saw him earlier in the week, which was why he laid down his towel close to the group of friends. James had proven to be an amazing lover their first night together. But Martin was feeling more primal out here in the grasses. He wanted nothing more than to pound the hell oughta the young American and seed him for everyone watching to see. “Shall we join them?” James gave a slight, salient nod. Martin lead him forward. Liam smiled at the two. “About time.” He was applying lube to his pipe to enter Marcus. James knelt down in the water and began blowing Martin. Martin watched as his cock disappeared inside James’ hungry mouth. “That’s it. Take it. Get my cock nice and slick.” He looked around; a group of six or seven men were lingering about, watching the action that was starting to unfold. The Brit raised one arm behind his head, showing off his own lean torso as he fed James his cock. It wasn’t long before Kenneth appeared and tried forcing his cock into James’ face. James began working both dicks in front of him, a malicious smile on his handsome face as he considered each dick. He would suck one, then transition to the other, feeling each man push himself deep into James’ eager throat. Martin was firm and steady, using his tool with expertise. Kenneth was more undisciplined, forcing James to gag over and over, and seeming to take some pleasure from it. James was trying to keep his connection with Martin, but the forceful face fucking was starting to break the mood. James tried to look sideways and see what was happening around him. Liam seemed to be trying to enter Marcus, but Marcus kept pulling away. In another direction, Roger was still fucking, and now James fully saw the good looking, dark haired young guy who had given up his ass to the French Canadian. James admired Roger’s body, having found the blonde attractive on the beach, he was captivated now seeing him in action. The compact body was tanned and nicely toned, his leg muscles standing out as he pummeled the handsome boy’s ass. The two were clearly immersed in their pleasure, and James wanted to see the young man get bred by Roger. Martin noticed where James’ attention was lingering. “You want to get fucked like that, don’t you?” He knew the answer even before James answered yes. James went back to attending to the two cocks in front of him. He was spending more time on Martin’s beautiful dick, and trying to resist Kenneth’s more aggressive efforts. He deep throated the Brit’s cock again, relishing the feeling deep into his throat. Someone started to roughly finger his hole, and James could feel the smooth, cool feeling of lube being administered. “Take a hit of poppers,” he was ordered, and the bottle thrust into one nostril. Sparks flew through his body as the rush took him, and the fingers returned to his hole, probing roughly. “Why don’t you show me that ass?” James stood up, ready to take Martin inside him again, desperately needing to feel that beautiful cock inside him. He immediately fell into a deep kiss with Martin, ready to turn around and offer himself to the more mature man. He’d hoped it was Martin preparing him to get fucked, but immediately he felt Kenneth trying to cram his cock into his hole. Kenneth’s aggressiveness was turning James off, and he finally stepped away to break the contact. At the same moment Marcus had also totally stepped away from Liam saying, “It’s just too big for me.” Kenneth also got frustrated. Then he turned and saw Roger pounding away on the stranger’s ass, and lost it. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you barebacking some slut? Don’t think you’re gonna be putting your dick in me ever again!” He walked over and kept yelling at Roger, who had lost his rhythm. “Let’s move on. The moment is broken,” Martin said with annoyance, shooting a cold glare at the oblivious fighting couple. He led James out of the tall grasses, Liam close behind. Marcus had lingered behind, uncertain what to do, but seemed to be interested in a couple of the onlookers who moved in when Liam stepped away. They sloshed their way through the marsh, and started up. The tall dune heading back to the ocean shore. “Let’s head over this way first,” Liam suggested, leading them on a narrow trail through the vegetation midway up the dune. He found a sandy spot just below the top of the dune, somewhat secluded because of the brush around it. “This will do. You two wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” It was still a couple hours before the sun set, but the sky was getting slightly hazy. There was a breeze coming off the water, refreshing in the summer heat, even here on the Cape. Martin moved in closer, sliding his hands around James’ waist and kissed him. It became a long, impassioned kiss. The two let their hands explore one another’s body, reigniting the sexual chemistry they shared. Both wanted the other badly. Martin became more assertive, sliding the young athlete’s speedo of with a teasing jab, “Looks like someone is naked on the beach.” His face was only an inch from James’ own, and he reached down to stroke James thick rod. James gasped at the erotic touch. “I guess there’s a first for everything.” “I think there are a few more coming,” Martin leaned into another long kiss. He felt James melting, just as he had the other night. He grabbed one of James’ wrists and pulled his arm up and over his head, then buried his face in James’ exposed armpit. James groaned with pleasure. He instinctively tried to free his arm and end the pleasure-torture of Martin licking his armpit, but Martin’s grip was unrelenting. With his other hand, Martin began massaging James’ ass. James responded with long, deep sighs, “Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh! AhhhhhHHHH!” Standing there naked in the dunes James was again falling into a sexual trance manipulated by Martin, and Martin was turned on by it. He had already decided that James was going to experience something new today, and James was falling right into his eager hands. Martin whispered in James’ ear. “Shouldn’t your mouth be wrapped around my cock right now?” James dropped to his knees in the sand and almost instantly had Martin’s swelling dick in his mouth. “Mmmmmm. Yeah, your mouth feels amazing.” James’ mouth felt especially warm and wet against the gentle breeze blowing across his naked body. He adjusted his stance in the sand and began pumping his dick into the younger man’s hungry mouth. “Get that dick nice and hard, James.” Liam had returned with their beach blanket and was spreading it over the sand. He and Martin exchanged hungry looks, and Martin motioned for the small bag Liam was carrying. He pulled out two of the items inside, and held the bottle of poppers beneath James’ nose. “Take a good hit of these,” he instructed, taking some delight in watching the sexy 20-something hitting poppers. “That’s it. Now the other nostril. Atta boy. Now get back to work.” James was more voracious about sucking Martin’s dick, placing both hands on Martin’s thighs and fucking his own face on the mature cock. James was on fire, his body aching for Martin, his hole feeling the gentle breeze blowing across it. He couldn’t get enough of Martin’s beautiful cock inside him. Doing this out in the open was risky, and that was giving him a thrill. He ran his tongue along the length of Martin’s dick, than slide beneath it and gently massaged each of his balls with his lips. He’d been fucked by this dick twice – the other night and the morning after. Knowing he was servicing it again was turning him on even more. “Stand up.” James stood totally naked and erect in the open air as Martin crouched down and began stroking his cock with his own mouth. The younger man moaned, closing is eyes to focus on the intense feeling of being blown. When he reopened his eyes, they met with Liam’s. The handsome blonde was kneeling on the blanket, slowly jerking off, letting James see its impressive length. James vaguely noticed some onlookers had gathered around the edges of their spot, keeping their distance but jockeying for a good vantage point. Standing up he could hear the waves on the other side of the dune, but couldn’t see the water. He was feeling oddly turned on being watched by the small crowd, something he’d never really experienced before. He felt Martin’s slippery finger slide up into his hole. Then a second. James groaned with pleasure, nearly losing his footing as the intense pleasure crashed over him. He began moving his hips to encourage the older Brit’s fingers, giving himself over to the growing hunger he was feeling. His mind had shut off all rational thinking and was strictly responding to the sexual stimuli. He felt sexy being admired by these two men, and the growing anonymous crowd around them. He’d never done something like this before, and it felt incredible to do so. Martin stood up and kissed him again, a long, deep kiss while both men fondled one another’s generous dicks. James felt Martin’s hand behind his head, keeping him locked in the kiss. Then he took a handful of hair and bent James head so it was looking down at the hardons, his ear pressed against Martin’s mouth. “Listen carefully and do what I say. I want you on all fours on the blanket. I want you to popper up again. You can suck Liam’s dick while you’re down there. The rest of you is mine. Understand?” James nodded, his heart racing. James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position and hit the poppers again, Liam helping to coax him. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole.

Part 3 – What’s In A Name? The next two days were rainy, so we all stuck around the house. James had returned home early the morning after his encounter with Martin. He googled his celebrity crush, talking incessantly with each of us throughout the day about Martin’s accomplishments. There was no secret of the fact he and Martin had left the A-House together, having walked by several of our friends as they headed to Martin’s. James found some pics of Martin in his younger modeling days, and promotional shots from more recent years. James swooned over these. While he shared with me some aspects of their encounter, adding that they had fucked again in the early hours of the morning before James left. The second encounter sounded more brief and tender, with James waking to the sensation of Martin sliding inside him. He omitted that Martin was poz and that he had bred him, though he did share that they had barebacked both times. James was clearly still star struck by Martin. He texted him several times that day, but Martin was working on a project that was due soon, and chose to use the rainy days as motivation to hunker down and finish. We filled both days with our friends and food, and even a bike ride in the rain. We clubbed both nights, sloshing through the streets, and skipping any late night pizza. Tuesday the weather flipped and was gorgeous. We were heading out to the local pools for the day, having connected with some other friends who were also in town. James opted to hang at the condo reading and having some quiet time. We planned to all meet for dinner later that night. I went to one of the pools with a smattering of friends, having lunch and a bevy of cocktails. Around 2:30 I decided I’d had enough sun and was gonna head out for a bike ride. Tea Dance would be quiet today, so I wouldn’t mind biking later in the day. I walked back to the condo to grab my bike and throw on my sneakers. I walked in the condo and headed up toward our bedroom to change quickly. There was an odd tension in the house, and I heard noises from the bedroom. I slowed my approach and crept quietly to the half open door. I was surprised to find James naked inside, straddling another guy. It took me a moment to place the face because he was partially obscured by James’ upper body, but then I recognized him. He was one of the people Martin had introduced us to in the club the first night. Edgar, I believe his name was. He was a handsome Brazilian living on the West Coast who did some acting and modeling, though it was mostly smaller stuff. He and James had clearly reconnected since meeting in the bar. I tried to be inconspicuous while watching. James was straddling Edgar’s midsection, with Edgar’s dick standing straight up and between James’ ass cheeks, the two slowly grinding. Edgar held a bottle of poppers to James’ nose, and he took a long hit followed by a second one. Edgar’s cock was thick and veiny, probably eight inches long. It had a slight bend to it, and got quite girthy in the middle. It disappeared beneath James who was starting to grind his hole against it. James felt the warm rush of the poppers fill his body. He became keenly aware of Edgar’s impressive dick against his ass, and he moved so he had better access to it. He’d seen the pics on Grindr, but they didn’t prepare you for the real deal. He felt the shaft as it now lay against Edgar’s abs, feeling the hot skin brushing against his own hole. He closed his eyes and focused on the sweet sensation, his hands resting on Edgar’s chest as he ground against that cock. He’d spent the past half hour worshiping Edgar’s fat cock. They’d connected on Grindr a couple hours ago, and it wasn’t long before Edgar was at the door with plans for a walk together out to the breakwater. Edgar had arrived faster than James expected, and he had to answer the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Plans for a walk quickly changed to making out in the kitchen, then moving upstairs to the shower. James had spent a half hour worshipping on his knees in front of the latino god before Edgar had him stand up and turn around in the shower. He would have taken James then and there, but James’ ass was too tight and the shower gel wasn’t sufficient lube. Now James was straddling Edgar, nervously anticipating their second try. The poppers worked their magic over James while Edgar pumped some lube into his hand, reached beneath the younger man’s ass, and lubed both the grinding cock and ass. James sighed deeply as the movements became more fluid with the lubricant. Edgar pressed his cock upward, the head searching beneath James for its target. Edgar felt the divot where James’ hole was hiding, letting the younger man’s body weight press him on the waiting cock. James gasped as a jolt went through his prostate. He instinctively started to press his weight onto it, feeling his hole begin to open and stretch. Edgar’s voice soothed him, “That’s it, baby. Let it inside you.” I watched as James reached back, guiding Edgar’s cock to the right angle. Slowly and steadily Edgar’s cock disappeared inside James. I heard James gasp as the girthy middle of the shaft spread his hole wider, and he paused to let the sharp spasm pass. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. There’s a lot of cock there to take.” James started to descend further on the shaft until it completely disappeared inside him. He rested there, leaning his head back and moaning. Then he leaned forward and kissed Edgar. As they made out, Edgar raised his knees so his feet were flat against the bed, and he slowly began moving his hips in a gentle circular motion. I heard James moan as Edgar opened his further, relaxing his sphincter for more pleasure. James began to ride the massive cock, whimpering and gasping at times as he tentatively descended onto it. “Fuck that’s huge! It keeps getting bigger!” “You’re fine, baby,” Edgar soothed, now running his hands across James muscled pecs. His voice was a deep baritone with a mild accent. James was starry eyed again, entranced by Edgar’s accent and celebrity status. Edgar was guaranteed success the moment he showed up at the door. Sexual energy radiated off of him. “You wanted my big cock. Ride it like a bitch!” James leaned back, arching his back slightly as he braced his arms against the bed. He let out a long moan as he fully impaled himself on Edgar’s Brazilian meat. He began working his hips and slowly raising himself up and down on the long shaft. “That’s it. Work my cock with that ass. Show me what you’ve got, bitch!” James began bouncing on Edgar’’s cock, driving it balls deep inside himself, feeling the thick hardness filling him. Edgar groaned with pleasure. “Fuck that ass feels good.” He opened his eyes and admired the younger guy impaling himself on his cock. He was hot! Edgar had been getting ready to go to the beach when this guy hit him up on Grindr. Apparently they’d met a few nights ago through Martin, but he didn’t really remember, and still wasn’t sure of his name. But this guy had the package — hot body, hot face, and big dick. Turns out he has an amazing ass, too, which he’d given up fast enough. The guy was still arched backward, his own dick sticking straight up, bouncing off his abs as he rode. Edgar watched the sculpted body riding him, the abs flexing as he worked his ass, his cock loving the hot depths of this guy’s ass. “That’s it. Massage my cock with that ass. Work it! Work for that cock.” This guy’s ass work was amazing, and Edgar felt felt his dick flexing in response. But it was time for a change of position so he could really satisfy his cock. When the guy lifted himself off his cock for a break, Edgar made his next move. Edgar flipped the guy around and onto all fours, his ass perfectly displayed in front of him. He parted the checks and gazed at the hole he had been fucking. Edgar could feel the guy’s hunger. He admired the hole another moment, fingering it, feeling his own cock get harder. He loved probing a hot guy’s ass, and this one was intensely willing. “Look at that hungry hole,” he whispered. The guy was taking another hit of the poppers, and Edgar used that moment to align his raw cock with the waiting hole. He slid inside with a smooth thrust, and started fucking that hot ass. Each thrust was rewarded with “ah!” from the guy, which inspired Edgar to drive harder. He grabbed the guy by the waist and started fucking him with a faster rhythm, his own balls slapping beneath that hungry hole. He looked down and watched his long cock gliding in and out. Without stopping, he reached over to his phone sitting on the nightstand and began recording his cock working that ass. “Yeah, bitch, ride that Brazilian cock.” He took longer strokes for the camera, capturing the length of his slicked cock as it slide in and out. The younger guy was moaning like a little bitch. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum soon! You’re gonna get pozzed. You want that poz load, don’t you? Don’t you?” The guy was grunting hard, but lifted his head enough to say,”Oh fuck yeah! Poz my hole!” Edgar tossed the phone aside, knowing it would be a hot video, and focused on his final pleasure. His balls were feeling very warm, and the pressure inside was building. He was gonna spurt soon. “This load is going in you, bitch!” Edgar pushed his hungry bottom onto his stomach, plunging his dick deep inside as his cock was aching for release. He was vaguely aware of the guy’s whimpering and begging as he was pounding hard, but he was really wrapped up in his own pleasure. Edgar raised his head, feeling the strain in his body as he pounded his Grindr trick’s hole. He held his breath without missing a stroke. When he released his breath, his cock erupted in that amazing hole. Edgar felt his poz load gush, filling the guy even as his pulsating dick was bathed in it. Edgar grunted and spasmed as he tried to force himself to keep thrusting until his body was simply spent. He collapsed onto top of the guy he’d just bred. I was still watching from the hallway when Edgar drove James into a spread eagle and seèded him. James was lost in the fucking he was taking, and odd mix of whimpering and grunting as Edgar pounded and bred him. They laid there for just a couple minutes before Edgar rolled off of James back and stood up. He started dressing although James was still laying there spread eagle with a cum-filled hole. I slipped into another bedroom as Edgar finished dressing. Edgar found his shirt and pulled it on, tucked his phone into his shorts, and reached over to slap the guy’s upturned ass. “Thanks man,” he said as he started to leave the room, uncertain what the guy’s name had been. I’ve already been here longer than I planned, he thought. He exited the house and walked to where he’d left his bike. It was time for the beach and swim after his afternoon fuck. James lay there another minute before he rolled himself on his back,, bending one leg for stability. His body was tingling, and he felt incredible, even thoughEdgar had made a hasty exit before James came. He didn’t like fuck-and-go’s and was hoping they would still go for a walk afterward. He laid there somewhat stunned, somewhat surprised by the quick exit, and still feeling incredibly sexy. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, then reached down to his hole. He could feel. The warm cum covering his hole. Edgar had bred him. The thought was both frightening and thrilling. He never took loads, but here was his second one this week. What was happening? After Martin had bred him, he told. Himself he wouldn’t bareback again. It was too stressful afterward. But here he was, a fresh load in him, and he was feeling incredibly horny because of it. After Edgar left the house, I crept back downstairs. I pulled out my phone and fired up Grindr and Scruff. There was Edgar’s profile, within 50 feet. The pics mostly looked professionally taken. If I hadn’t seen Edgar in person, I’d have thought this was a fake profile. His pics were awesome and displayed his toned body. I wonder if he ever did porn early on. I was feeling horny thinking about him banging James upstairs in our bed. James was becoming a little star fucker this week! I scrolled through his bio. 6’1”, 40 years old, single. My breath caught for a second. Edgar’s profile said he was poz. James must’ve seen that. I tugged at my cock in my shorts, feeling it’s stiffness. James had taken another poz load.

Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon

20y.o. Guy 6ft 180 smooth body. With a bubble Butt that will take any cock any load. I started doing some sTff recently all because of a friend that introduced it to me. Him and I would watch porn. Smoke, and goon out to porn. Until one day, we are doing our usual routine when he says he's going to point me this time. I was so nervous but said f it. Do it. Before he did it he showed me to clean out and then when I was clean he threw me on the bed and spread my boy cheeks, and rimmed me. I started moaning and pushing my ass into his face. He was moaning too. This is 100% more than We normally do. Then he preps me to get the point. He says, after this you will be begging for cocks. I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hurt at first but tryst me you will be beginning for more. And BAM . I was flying My whole body was humming. I started coughing and felt like I was breathing in so much more Air. The then flipped me, spit on my hole and just shoved his 8in thick cock in my hole. I screamed out, but then moaned then the words out of my mouth were, fuck me hard. As it felt like an hour had pass, his cock felt harder and he grunted low grunts, and said, here Comes my hot sees boy. And his big balls slapped against my as He goes balls deep and I feel him shooting ropes of cum deep in me. He collapses on my back. We lay there in euphoric bliss for a lil bit. Until he cuffs each of my hands to the posts. And then my legs. So fast I couldn't stop him. “So stay here hahaha my brothers are coming to try you out.He"heres some water u will need it. “ as he puts it to my mouth I chug it cuz I was so thirsty.” Good finish it all. Hahaha He then walked away and as I lay there. For I don't know how long. I started feeling funny. As if I was drunk. Then I was super horny humping the bed I was on. Then randomly felt someone on the bed, I feel another gag me and blindfold me. I was so f Ed up I didn't care at this point. Until I felt a, at least 10 Inch cock just slide into me. I moaned loudly Then the gag came out and a cock went in. Throat fucking me. What Is happening…. End of part one.

I've stayed at InnLeather 5X. I just booked InnLeather April 11 to April 21(suite 4) and The Dungeon for Pigweek '25,11/28 to December 08 2025. I love the nudity, and the friendliness of the patrons. I've written on here about how expensive and rude and patrons and staff were at The Grand, plus you have to be careful about nudity. The difference in price is $200/night more at The Grand or Pineapple Point. I do not party, and yet I had a great time staying at Innleather for Pigweek '24. I roadtrip solo and I even bring my service dog too, which means I walk my dog in the neighborhood day and night. The neighborhood has the biggest Mercedes dealer and a huge Whole Foods as good economic indicators. Great food, gyms, and groceries in walking distance to the Inn. I have a fetish for seniors so I'm good with that, and there are young men too, but they seem to party hard and rarely top me. I've met multi-millionaires and creative artists. I would suggest be ready to top because there are a lot of hot bottoms who are too high to top, but may fist you. There were guests with poz fetish too, even toxic tops and bugchaser bottoms(There are so many, I think they were roleplaying.) Everyday I got offered drugs, I politely say "No, thanks." All male guesthouses are disappearing= FTL lost Cheston House recently. Palm Springs has lost a few too. I prefer FTL To PS because of all the sex venues and more reasonably priced If you like leather, slings, public sex, nudity, pool, music plus a kitchen and free parking you can not find another all-male guesthouse that is better.

I am just your average guy. 50 y/o and 5’7” tall. Average build with naturally smooth body. Total bottom in the sack. I live in Melbourne Australia. For so long I believed in the monogamous type of relationship and the white picket fence, but over the past few years, having not even been able to get a boyfriend, that all changed. I would take anything I could get. My desires slowly morphed over the years. First, maybe a boyfriend and an open relationship. Then, a boyfriend who liked sharing his bottom I love hairy guys and guys with facial hair amongst other attributes. Then I started desiring more. I started fantasizing about bi and married guys. Especially guys I knew had fathered kids., The thought of knowing that if it was possible, he could get me pregnant. Knowing his seed could knock me up. In time that transitioned into poz guys since they had something they could share and knock me up in their own special way. I had been chatting to a guy that really hit all my buttons in London. He was so hot to me with hairy chest, sweet eyes and short beard, and had that charm of being quite romantic in his words, yet kinky and wild in his thoughts and likes. He was a top/vers guy which I liked. That turned me on so much. I work as a project manager in the health industry and to my surprise an opportunity came up within my department to go to London for a job for 6 months. Apart from the opportunity professionally, it was a possibility to meet the man I had been chatting too online. But also have the safeguard of if it didn’t work out or his was a sham, I was there for other reasons. I told the guy about this in our chats (let’s call him Dave) and Dave seemed keen. Dave was saying I could stay with him, but I didn’t want to take the risk it didn’t work out and I was stuck in a difficult situation or worse, out on the street. Besides, work was paying for my accommodation. But Dave was happy to help me find a place within walking distance of his place. That was perfect. Soon enough I was on the flight and Dave was going to meet me at the airport and take me to my place. Again, I was prepared to get off the flight to find it was all a rouse. Regardless, I was rock hard leaking cum the entire flight lol. It’s middle of the day on Friday and after clearing customs and getting my bags, I came out and to my surprise there was Dave waiting for me. He was sexier than his pics had shown, and I was quite surprised. A smile came across his face as he walked up to me and right there in front of everyone, he kisses me like a long-lost lover. What a welcome! He took one of my bags for me and grabbed my other hand as he led me out of the terminal to his car. After putting the bags in the back of the car he grabbed me and pushed me against the car and kissed me for a few minutes without stopping and I could feel his crotch harden along with mine. As he breaks the kiss, he just looks me in the eyes and says, “welcome babe”. It takes about half an hour to drive to my apartment. The whole drive we rest our hands on out rock-hard crotches, kissing at every red light. When we get to my apartment, he helps with the bags and after getting the keys organized, we are in my new apartment for the next 6 months. Dave starts kissing me again and then asks, “which bag has the essentials? Get cleaned out because I don’t know how long I will last. I haven’t cum in almost a week waiting for you”. I quickly get my travel douche out and race to the bathroom to make sure I am pristine for my new man. I come out of the bathroom into the kitchen and before I can even suggest anything, David is all over me kissing me again. Soon enough he stops and says, “fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.” And he turns me around, pulls the back of my pants down to reveal my jock strap. Unzips his pants and I feel his 7” cock pop out and hit my arse cheek. Without a second of waiting he spits on his hand, lubes his cock and slides right in raw and balls deep. Just the way I like it. “It won’t take long – sorry” is all he says before I hear him start to grunt and groan and I feel the tell-tale sensation of my arse being filled with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken. Dave starts to kiss the back of my neck but stays hard and inside me. Slowly starting to fuck again, he says, “told you I’d been holding out for you. Already got another on the way.” And he proceeds to then passionately fuck me for another ten minutes before dropping another huge load in me. He then pops out and I feel a couple of globs of his seed drip down my inner thighs as he does. Without the time to even pull my pants up he turns me around and just starts kissing me again for an easy 5 minutes straight. I hadn’t even made it to the bedroom (let alone seen it) but I didn’t care. This was the welcome any bottom dreams of. We finally take a breath and David says, “I just had to be the first seed in you. The first of many I have planned for my man”. I start unpacking and Dave stays the rest of the day helping me. Stopping every now and then to text someone and kiss and cuddle in between. To say there was a connection would be an understatement. If I was to be honest, it was love at first load for me. We finally order pizza for dinner and Dave leans in and kisses me after and slides his hands down the back of my pants and starts to finger my hole. “You still wet and primed babe? Cause I got a special delivery coming over for my man to make sure he gets everything he wanted from this trip”. As he fingers me, I feel some cum leak out and I guess that answered his question. “Good, now get those pants off, go into the bedroom and get on the bed on all fours in just your jock strap. I have a few close friends coming over I promised could give you a few extra welcome deposits. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole-time babe. They will be here any minute”. I love he calls me babe. “Do you trust your man?” and I respond “absolutely”. “The go in and put a blind fold on. These are good mates of mine and they like anonymous. I will look after you.” I am so turned on I do exactly as Dave says and within minutes of getting into the bedroom and in position, I hear the buzzer and Dave telling someone to come up. A few minutes later I hear Dave talking to 2-3 other men. I can’t tell how many to be precise, but it is definitely two others. They all come into the room, and I hear them undressing and then I feel Dave’s face slide under mine, and he says, “this is for us both babe” and he is kissing me upside down now. I am assuming from what I feel that I am on all fours with my arse over one side of the bed and Dave is on his back with his face under mine and his legs over the other edge of the bed. Dave then says to the guys “give it your best shot boys”. And no sooner is he saying that than I am feeling a thick mushroom head at my hole. In one push his cock is balls deep in me. It must be a good 8” and he just stays there to let me adjust for a few seconds before pulling all the way out again. I feel some of Dave's seed escape as he does and he laughs out loud and says, “mate your still in there”. Dave chuckles under my face and kisses me and says, “yeah babe. That’s all me for now, but not for long”. I feel Dave's head moving slightly and realize that the other guy is doing the same to Dave. The guys are both fucking each of us for around ten minutes. The whole time Dave is kissing me and telling me how much this is meant to be. I hear the guy in me say, “you close? I’m close man” and the other guy says, “yeah man, let’s do it” and I feel my guy speed up and then the tell-tale sound of them both grunting and groaning as we both get flooded by their seed. The guy that just flooded my hole then says, “stay there boys. Give us 5 mins and we will switch. Need to share and make sure each of you get both our kids in you”. I feel Daves hands on the sides of my face as he passionately kisses me and keeps saying, “this is for both of us. I want you to have everything you desire”. It is not long before the guys have swapped positions, and our holes are again being fucked. The second time is a little longer, but sure enough in no time the tell-tale grunts and groans as they are both flooding us with their seed. After the second load, one guy says, “good, text us Dave as we discussed”. Within minutes I hear the door to the apartment close and Dave gets out from under me, and I take the blindfold off. Dave then gets in next to me and asks, “how was that for a welcome to London?”. I am literally in heaven at this point. I am in bed with a sexy man, full of his seed and a few others. I respond, “perfection. It’s Friday night. I hope you are staying”. “Of course, babe, all weekend if you let me”. We kiss and lay there making out for about an hour. Dave gets up and gets us both a drink and I follow him into the kitchen. “It was so hot you are doing this for both of us” I say. Dave kisses me again and then hugs me holding me close saying, “I did this for you and me, and you should know by this how much I want you”. “Tell all” I say as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “Well, I have known them both for quite some time. About 12 months ago they both tested poz from a dirty anonymous gang bang weekend away. With everything you and I chatted about online, I knew I wanted to share something special with you. So, I asked them if they had started meds yet and both had no and had high viral loads. I told them you were coming and asked if they would consider sharing their poz babies with us both, so we could get poz together. But also know we had the same poz babies in us. That’s why I needed them to both seed us each.” I was shocked. But in a good way. “You did this for us?”. “Yep, you and me babe. I wanted us to take this journey together. I hope you are ok with this. Based on your messages and chats, this is what you wanted. I thought I could give you this and a boyfriend.” I lean in and kiss him like I have never kissed someone before. I look him in the eyes and respond, “if it takes babe, maybe even husband”. To be continued.

By the way, on my bike ride home, I worked out that in the past two weeks I have spent more time with one or more strangers' cum inside me than without. If I go to get multifucked at a sauna, my ass won't kick back into gear for 48 to 72 hours, and since I go for total absorption, those bad boy swimmers aint leaving me until that happens. What with two sauna visits the past two weekends, also this cruising (still got the cum in me next morning as I write this btw 😉 ), a quick toilet fuck a couple of Fridays ago I didn't mention, and three or four Grindr/Scruff hookups... ...well as I was pedalling, I worked out that in the past 14 days I have spent a maximum of four days without someone else's cum in my ass. Yes, I took the time to figure that out towards the end of my ride as the jizzjoy subsided. That's just how much my brain is swimming in cum fragments and other men's DNA these days. I sit there and work this shit out! 🤣🤣🤣 Fucking skank, take a bow! 🤣🤣🤣

This guy is heading for the perfect eye 👁️ opening experiences of his LIFE & his becoming a true Top, in demand, sex pig🐽. More PLEASE🙏!!!

In Las Vegas on business (right!). Scanned the rent boys to get exactly what I wanted ... a very handsome 20-something black top with a nice thick cock. I'm kinda new at hiring escorts but this guy was a sweetheart, and sure could fuck. When I took what I thought was his first load he admitted that he had cum inside me about 5 minutes into our encounter...no wonder there was liquid rolling down my thighs! His second load was creamy and scrumptious, although it was a mix of load 1 and load 2, with him providing the mixing. He ate his jizz out of my ass and kissed me with a mouth full of his cum, which turned him on enough to throw me on my back and pound a third load into me. Suddenly our hour was up, and my wallet was a few hundred dollars lighter, but my hole got what it needed. The smell of a black man's sweaty musky taint is like no other. I made sure to rub my beard all over his crotch so I could smell and taste him more after he was gone.

Chapter 5: Poor Unfortunate Soul I couldn't stop watching. I've never seen Paul so submissive. He's the top of the couple, and he told me he never had any intention of getting fucked. Instead, he's moaning like a bitch, his eyes rolled back, and his ass moving on the priest's big cock, wanting it more and more. Father John mounts him like a bull, digging his nails into his smooth, round, white butt of a young rugby player, and pulls him onto his cock. Paul screams in pain for a moment, but it quickly turns to pleasure again. I see blood coming from the flesh, Father John has literally dug his claws into my poor boy's ass. And he lets it happen. I'm paralyzed with terror and disgust, Father Paul's blue eyes were filled with evil lust. As if sensing my presence, he turns abruptly to the window. He sees me and smiles evilly. He starts fucking Paul even more brutally. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, so he takes it off. He reveals a perfect body for a man his age. Muscular, tanned, thick white hair everywhere. He has a huge tattoo on his back: a pentagram, and in the center the biohazard symbol. I recognize that symbol immediately. I know it means HIV. I start screaming, telling Paul to stop. Father John looks at me and laughs, my screams are drowned out by his laughter and Paul's groans. I run to the front door, Luka, who has been standing next to me the whole time, tries to stop me. "It's too late for your boyfriend. Soon he will be one of them. One of us." Upon hearing this sentence, a primal rage takes hold of me, and I punch Luka in the face, who faints on the floor. I enter the house, I run to our bedroom: Father John, standing, with his back to me. His dirty tattoo moves in rhythm, as he fucks my boy. Paul is lying on the bed, his moans are fainter, he is exhausted. The sheets are soaked in his blood, Father John continues to keep his claws in his round ass. "Leave my boy alone, asshole! You disgusting monster!" Father John turns calmly, as he continues to fuck him. "Paul, my beloved, do you want me to stop?" Paul opens his eyes with difficulty, and can only whisper "N-no... please.... don't stop...." "Paul, your boyfriend is here, maybe we should stop" he continues to say with that evil grin plastered on his face. "N-no...I want you....I don't give a damn about him....I love you...." Hearing those words, Father John starts to fuck harder: "Oh yeah? You love me? Do you know that your loser boyfriend is watching us now?" "Y-yes, he finally sees me enjoying myself" "I'm going to make you become like me, boy. Do you want to sacrifice your life to the purest and darkest pleasure?" "YES MY LORD" "Let my poison pervade every cell of your body, and you will finally be free! HAIL DARK LORD, I GIVE YOU ANOTHER LOST SOUL" They both explode in an incredible orgasm. Blood, cum and sweat merge with their bodies. And I can't help but watch. My poor Paul.

That’s the ticket right there

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.”

If it is a liquid that comes out of a tops cock it is going into my body.

PART 2: WHY DID I JUST COME BACK That mother fucker was right. The last time you've heard from me was a hard stop to a story, but My ass needed to heal a lil bit. 😈 When I was finally able to walk out that door i did! I was mad at them but made at myself. but then anger turned into horniness. then my cock was rock hard again. he was watching me and laughing as I groped my leaking cock as I walked away. he instant messages me and says: IM from BBDaddyD: haha you r walking away hard aren't you. told you slut boy. now listen very closely, your hot ass and boy body be here in 3 days on Saturday night by 7pm. see you then my whore boy. IM BBDaddyD: why would you think I'd do that!!!! It's going to take a week to come back from that. IM from BBDaddyD: 1. IM GIVING YOU 1...1 PASS. DONT EVER SPEAK BACK AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. but....i get it. il reschedule the party for next week. is that enough time princesses hole to bounce back. and yes you may respond nicely or il come out that door and pound your hole in your car! To BBDaddyD: Thank you daddy for the time to heal. you said i could answer and I did but how many people will be at this party next week? From BBdaddyD: 😈😈😈 let's just say if your walkin and feeling this way after just the 2 of us, il make sure to make up the spare room cu you might not walk for days baby boy. after he sent me that. my mind was in so many places, I got hard thinking of more than just them 2, then my butt hole twitched thinking out all the cocks they know??? fuck some so dirty those 2 wouldn't touch them. I hope they like me enough not to invite to many skeevy men. what am I saying, all of them are that way. but as I drive home I start moving things around so I make sure to be there for them .. wait what the fuck???? -------2 DAYS BEFORE PARTY------ FW: EMAIL FROM- BBDaddyD PpozZ CluubB Presents: 😈Pozzing of The Boy who got away.😈 // POZZING GANGBANG PARTY// <<<<<Featuring the bottom slut hole, no load refused Connor CumCumDboy. and below that was a pic of me with his friend balls deep and fuck I was passed out! that musta been when he rammed in and the shock put me out. so I keep scrolling. Remember if you haven't paid pay today or no entry. that means you greggy!!! lol And remember! NO CONDOMS ALLOWED!! OTHER RECREATIONAL SUBSTANCES MUST BE DONE IN THE LOCKER ROOM BATHROOMS OR DOWN IN THE DUNGEON SUB BASEMENT AND AGAIN!! THANKS FOR BEING MEMEBERS OF THE: PpozZ CluubB -------------------TO BE CONTINUED---‐-----------

If you’ve written the Bible on gay breeding, does that mean you’re the God of gay breeding? If so, I have a couple of requests… Is there a Pope of gay breeding as well?* *Apologies to any Catholics - no blasphemy intended. What are you doing in a naughty place like this anyway? What would the Blessed Virgin say? For shame.

I am the author. It’s available as a digital book on Amazon for a much lower price. You need to check the kindle section and make sure your adult content settings are turned on for it. The physical copy was made as a secondary option - but the digital option is best as it will continue to be updated going forward.

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

Part 1 - True Story - Written by “Cole” in the POV of Nico. “Took your sweet time.” I said as I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me. My gaze flicks over Cole—assessing. “Moses home?” I don’t wait for an answer. Just brush past him like I belong here—because, honestly, I do. This house has been a second home for years. Don’t even know why I knocked. “No, he’s not.” Cole’s voice is tight, annoyed. “And you’re gonna get me in trouble. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.” I scoff. “Relax, tiny. It’s just me.” Cole—Moses’ kid brother, always trailing after us, always trying to keep up. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny little thing with skinned knees and too much to prove. I drop onto the couch like I own the place, stretching my arms over the backrest. “Happy late birthday, by the way. The big one-eight.” I smirk, eyes flicking to him. “Senior year treating you good?” Cole crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s debating whether to kick me out or let it slide. He settles on glaring. “Yeah, sure. Feels exactly the same, except now I get lectures about college and taxes.” I huff out a laugh. “Welcome to adulthood, kid. It’s all paperwork and disappointment from here.” Cole rolls his eyes, but there’s something in them—maybe amusement, maybe irritation. “You’re not exactly a role model, Nico.” I smirk. “Never claimed to be.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What, you got big plans or something? College? World domination?” “Don’t know,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Just trying to get through the year.” I nod, because yeah, that’s fair. High school’s a whole mess of bullshit, and Cole’s always been the type to overthink things. “You’ll figure it out.” He scoffs. “Wow. So wise. Truly, I am blessed by your insight.” “Hey, you’re the one who said I’m not a role model.” I grin, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. “Now stop whining and put on a movie or something. If I’m stuck waiting for Moses, I might as well be entertained.” Cole groans but grabs the remote anyway and begins scrolling through options. He can complain all he wants—he’s not getting rid of me that easily. I watch him, letting my eyes trace over his profile—sharp but soft in a way that stands out. He’s got that kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. Perfect complexion, all smooth angles and symmetry. Brown hair always neat, like he actually cares how he looks. Green eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and sharp at the same time. He’s Latino, but you wouldn’t know unless he told you. Not like Moses. Moses got all the Latin genes and left Cole with none. If you lined them up next to each other, no one would guess they were brothers. Moses and I, we look the way people expect men like us to look—tan skin, dark eyes, thick brows, sharp jaws. Built like we were made for violence. Like we’d fuck someone up for looking at us wrong. Cole? He’s the opposite. White-passing, preppy, clean-cut. Small-framed but just toned enough to not look skinny. He looks like he belongs in some private school wearing a sweater over his shoulders, not in this house, not anywhere near people like me or Moses. If he ever got pulled over, the cop would probably call him “son” and send him on his way. And the best part? He has no idea. No idea his big brother’s keeping me in business. No idea I sell meth. No idea Moses does it, either. I wonder if he’d look at me differently if he knew. If he’d stop pretending like I’m just some annoying family friend taking up space on his couch. He exhales sharply, still scrolling. “Jesus, there’s nothing on.” I smirk. “Maybe you’re just bad at picking.” “Maybe you can shut up.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s got bite when he wants to. But I bet he’s never needed to actually fight. Bet no one’s ever looked at him like a threat. Cole keeps scrolling, eyes flicking across the screen like he’s actually weighing his options. I’m not sure if he’s taking his time just to piss me off or if he really is this indecisive. Probably both. I stretch out, watching him frown at the TV. “Hurry up, tiny. We’ll both be dead before you pick something.” Cole exhales through his nose, then, with a flamboyant exaggeration shoves the remote into my hand. “Here. You pick, since you’re such an expert.” I smirk, settling deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Finally. You should’ve just admitted you suck at decisions five minutes ago.” I start flipping through the options, not really paying attention. I’m just killing time, waiting for Moses. Then Cole says, “I know what you do, by the way.” My thumb freezes on the remote. I don’t react right away, don’t look at him, just keep scrolling like he didn’t just drop that in my lap. “What are you talking about?” I ask, casual. Too casual. Cole leans back against the couch, arms crossed. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to stop playing dumb. “I know what you do for work.” I scoff. “I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “You sell,” he cuts in, bluntly. His green eyes don’t waver. “And Moses buys.” A slow pulse of something heavy settles in my chest. I force out a chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s a hell of a thing to accuse someone of, tiny.” Cole just shrugs. “I don’t care.” That makes me glance at him, really look at him. His expression is unreadable, but he’s serious. I let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “You don’t care?” I repeat. “You should. Normal people don’t just brush that kind of thing off.” He shrugs again. “I stopped expecting normal a long time ago.” I study him, waiting for him to flinch, to crack, to do anything that makes me think he’s just trying to get a reaction. But he doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s it like?” I frown. “What’s what like?” “That world,” he says, vague but somehow precise. “The dealing, the using. The whole thing. What does it feel like?” I roll my tongue over my teeth, considering. “Why do you wanna know?” “Just curious.” His voice is light, but there’s something underneath it. Something deeper. I think about lying, brushing it off, telling him it’s nothing, but I don’t. “It feels like control,” I say finally. “Like you’ve got the whole world at your feet. And like none of it matters at the same time.” Cole nods, like that makes perfect sense to him. He exhales slowly, then looks at me again. “Can I try some?” That pulls a sharp laugh from me. “Funny.” “I’m serious.” I narrow my eyes. “Not gonna happen.” Cole doesn’t back down. “Why not?” “Because it’s not for you.” He gives me a look, one I can’t quite place. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lingers. I don’t say anything right away. I just watch him, this kid who has everything lined up for him, who has no idea what he’s asking for. “Go get drunk or something,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Find some other way to let go.” “I don’t want to drink.” His jaw tightens. “I want to feel what you feel.” That makes something inside me twitch, but I lie. “You don’t.” He holds my gaze. “You don’t know what I want.” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Not happening, Cole.” But he doesn’t drop it. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me. “You know about ‘pnp’?” I frown. “The hell is that?” “Party and play.” He watches me, waiting to see if the words land. When I don’t react, he explains. “It’s a thing in the gay scene. Hooking up while high. Mostly meth, sometimes coke or G.” Felt that twitch again, but in my cock that time. “And?” I ask, voice flat. Cole leans forward. Calm, calculated—like he’s thought about this for a while. “I’m going to college next year. I’m gonna end up smoking at some point. You might not know, but it’s popular in my hookup culture.” His lips press together for a second, then he looks me dead in the eye. “The first time I do it should be with someone I trust.” I bark out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You trust me? That’s your first mistake.” “I do.” His voice is steady. Too steady. I drag a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, Cole.” It’s not like I give a shit what people do with their dicks. Never have. Cole being gay? Old news. Everyone knows, not that it matters to me. I’ve got my girls, maybe more than one, depending on the night. But Cole… I don’t know. He’s always been different. Soft spot doesn’t even cover it. Something about him has always pulled me in, made me look twice. Made me care when I shouldn’t. And now he’s sitting here, telling me he wants this—this inside him? “Why do you even want this?” I ask. “You don’t need it.” He shrugs, looking away for the first time. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” I know that feeling. I know it too fucking well. I sigh, thinking. I should shut this down completely, tell him no again, make sure he never asks. But part of me knows he’s right. If he’s going to do it—and he is—then better with me than some random asshole at a college party. I glance at him again. His perfect skin, his neat hair, his green eyes holding something deeper, something restless. I shouldn’t even be considering it. And yet. “I’ve tried G before.” He says too casually. Another cock twitch. “Excuse me?” He stands up without another word, disappearing down the hall. A minute later, he’s back, holding a tiny glass vial between his fingers like it’s nothing. Like it’s just another thing in his neatly curated life. I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” He tosses it to me, and I catch it easily. Twisting off the cap, I dab my finger inside and press it to my tongue. A distinct sour, chemical taste—definitely GHB. I let out a slow breath, gripping the vial tighter. “Where the fuck did you get this?” Cole shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I have my ways.” I glare at him. “That’s not a fucking answer.” “Neither is ‘I’ll think about it.’” He crosses his arms. “So let’s make a trade. I get you high on G, and you get me high on meth. Seems fair.” I exhale sharply, rolling the vial between my fingers. “You don’t just have this shit, Cole. What the fuck were you planning to do with it?” He holds my gaze. “What do you think?” I don’t answer. He just told me. My cock twitches again, but followed by a strange mix of anger and jealousy pouring over me. I set the vial onto the coffee table, leaning back. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So is Moses, and you still sell to him.” That one hits harder than I want it to. My jaw tightens, but I don’t argue. Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So?” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying yes.” “But you’re not saying no.” I shoot him a look. “I’ll consider it.” Cole doesn’t gloat, doesn’t smirk. He just nods, like that’s all he needed to hear. Then, before I can stop him, he’s already moving. “Be right back.” “Cole—” But he’s gone, jogging into the kitchen. I stare at the vial sitting on the table, irritation curling in my gut. I should’ve flushed it or thrown it back in his face. But I didn’t. A minute later, Cole returns, carrying two cups. “Here.” I frown. “The fuck is this?” “Mixer.” He sets them down, unbothered. “If you won’t smoke me up, I’m taking G, and so are you” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Not how this works, tiny.” “It is now.” His eyes meet mine. Jesus Christ. He’s really doing this. Really pushing. And the worst part? I’m not sure if I want to stop him. “Fine.” Cole blinks. “Fine?” I shoot him a look. “Yeah, fine. But don’t get ahead of yourself—I’m not smoking you up.” Cole just smirks, like he knew I’d fold eventually. “But when Moses gets home, you better be in your room. Last thing I need is him seeing you fucked up.” Cole doesn’t even argue. He just nods, pleased with the arrangement so far, like this is some kind of negotiation he’s winning. We sit there for a while, neither of us talking. Then Cole shifts slightly, turning his gaze to me. “Well? You’re the dealer. You need to measure it out.” I scoff. “Bossy little shit.” But I don’t argue. G’s not something you eyeball unless you’ve got a death wish. I glance at Cole. “You know how easy it is to overdose on this shit?” He nods, watching as I grab my phone and open the calculator, doing quick math. “Yeah. That’s why I trust you.” I pause for half a second. Then shake it off and get to work. I unscrew the cap, tipping out a careful dose, measuring with the precision that comes from experience. Cole watches intently, eyes sharp, absorbing every movement. Like he wants to learn. Like he wants to know exactly how this world works. I don’t know if that should worry me. Actually, I do. But I’m doing it anyway. I measure out just under a full dose for Cole—enough to feel it, not enough to fuck him up completely. He won’t notice the difference. Then I pour double into my own cup. If one of us is going under, it’s going to be me, not him. Cole doesn’t question it as I hand him his drink. He takes the cup, fingers brushing mine for half a second before he leans back against the couch. He doesn’t drink it yet, just swirls the liquid like he’s testing it. “You sure about this?” I ask, watching him. He lifts a brow. “Are you?” I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my cup. He does the same. We clink them together, and then I throw mine back. Cole hesitates for half a second before following suit. I watch him, as he downs the G, licking his lips after like it’s nothing, like this is just another night. Like we do this all the time. Silence settles between us again, heavier this time. We both know what comes next. Cole leans his head back against the couch, eyes flicking to me. “How long?” I stretch out, feeling the slow warmth creeping through my limbs already. “Give it fifteen.” He exhales through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. Waiting. Twenty minutes pass, and the G is in full force. My body feels loose, warm, like I’m sinking into the couch but floating at the same time. Everything is just good—my muscles relaxed, my mind foggy but not gone. My cock no longer twitching, but harder as fuck. The TV is playing something, but I’m not paying attention. G always makes me wanna smoke, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach into my pocket, to take the edge off the pleasure creeping under my skin. I swallow it down, exhaling through my nose, still not sure how I feel about letting Cole go that far. Instead, I look at Cole, getting lost in watching him. He’s close enough now that I can smell the faint hint of his cologne under the warmth of his skin. He’s always been pretty, but right now, he’s something else entirely. The worst part? I can’t look away. Cole turns his head, catching me in the act. Damn. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s studying me. Then, with a slow smirk, he murmurs, “Feel good yet?” The G kicks in harder, spreading through my veins like liquid gold, making my skin buzz, making everything feel too good, too much. And Cole—Cole’s right there, watching me, soaking it all in. I exhale through my nose, smirking back. “You tell me.” His eyes flick down—over my chest, my arms, the way my fingers twitch against the couch. Then he licks his lips and lets out a soft, lazy chuckle. “You’ve been staring for a while.” Fuck, I need to look away. But I don’t. “Maybe I like what I see.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s the G talking, loosening my tongue along with everything else. Maybe it’s something else. But Cole doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get flustered. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me the same way I was just studying him. Then, like he’s making some kind of silent decision, he smirks back. “Yeah,” he says, voice smooth and slow. “I think you do.” This makes my cock throb harder than it ever has in the past. Blinking hard like I can shake the moment off. “Shit—” I rub a hand over my forehead. “Didn’t mean to say that.” Cole raises a brow, still smirking. “Yeah?” I exhale sharply. “Blame it on the G.” I wave a lazy hand between us, trying to smooth over whatever that was. It was the high, that’s all. Didn’t mean anything. Right? Cole just watches me, head tilted, like he doesn’t quite believe me. And maybe I don’t believe myself, either. I need to shift the energy. Fast. So, before I can second-guess it, I let out, “Fuck it. Let’s smoke.” Cole straightens slightly, interest sparking in his hazy green eyes. “Yeah?” I nod, already reaching into my pocket, fingers brushing the familiar weight of glass and baggie. “Yeah. But listen up first.” I try to sit up, but the G still has me melting into the couch, body slow, thoughts even slower. Still, I do my best. “This shit isn’t a game.” My voice comes out heavier than I intend, slurred around the edges but still firm. “You do it once, you’ll wanna do it again. Maybe not right away, but it’ll be in the back of your head. And when it’s in your head, it stays there.” Cole just nods, like he’s absorbing every word. I let out a slow breath, pushing past the warmth of the G curling in my gut. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pipe and a bag of crystal. “First rule,” I say, shaking the bag slightly, watching the tiny shards catch the dim light. “You don’t call it meth. That’s a dirty word.” Cole raises a brow but doesn’t argue. “Crystal is fine. Or Tina. But mostly just T.” He nods again. “T.” I tap out a small amount, carefully loading the bowl, hands steady from muscle memory alone. The whole time, I can feel Cole’s eyes on me, watching, absorbing, taking in every little movement like he wants to learn it all. And maybe it’s just the drugs, but swear to god, he’s getting more attractive by the minute. I push that thought away, focus on what’s in front of me. The packed pipe. I glance up at Cole, meeting his gaze. “Last chance to back out.” Cole shakes his head, slow but deliberate. “I’m not backing out.” His voice is steady, not a hint of hesitation. He knows what he’s doing. Or at least, he thinks he does. “Alright,” I mutter, reaching for my backpack. I unzip the side pocket and pull out my torch, flicking the cap open with my thumb. The blue flame shoots to life, steady and hot. “Pay attention,” I tell him, rolling my shoulders, settling in. “You don’t just light it like a blunt. You gotta heat it slow, let it melt down before you pull. And you never hold it in—this isn’t weed. You blow it out right away.” Cole nods, eyes locked on the pipe in my hand. He looks like a kid in class, laser-focused, taking mental notes. It almost makes me laugh. Almost. I adjust my grip, rolling the pipe between my fingers, making sure the crystal is spread evenly in the bowl. Then I bring the torch up, the flame licking under the glass. The crystals start to sweat, then liquefy, pooling at the bottom before swirling into thick, white vapor. I keep the movement slow, rotating the pipe so it doesn’t burn too hot in one spot. “See that?” I glance at Cole. “That’s what you want. Not too much heat, not too little. Just enough.” He doesn’t blink. “Got it.” I smirk, then bring the mouthpiece to my lips, pulling in a deep, steady drag. The smoke fills my lungs instantly, a sharp warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t hold it—I don’t need to. I part my lips and exhale, blowing a thick cloud straight up to the ceiling. The rush hits fast, that familiar electric clarity slicing through the G’s haze. My pulse kicks up, my skin tingles, my brain sharpens like a knife. I close my eyes for half a second, letting it settle, then look back at Cole. “Your turn.” I hold out the pipe, the bowl still cloudy with vapor. “Let’s see if you were actually paying attention.” Cole takes the pipe, holding it carefully, but instead of going for the torch, he looks at me. “You light it for me.” I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the torch. There’s something about it—something I can’t put my finger on, something that feels… personal. Too personal. Anyone who knows this shit knows it’s an unspoken thing, a quiet kind of intimacy. And suddenly, I remember what Cole said before—about pnp, about the way fags do it. And I gotta admit—they got that part right. It’s hot. In a way that makes no damn sense. A slow burn, a flicker of heat curling low in my stomach. A weird kind of trust. I don’t get it, not really, but I feel it. And yet, I do it anyway. “Alright,” I murmur, voice lower than I meant for it to be. I tilt the pipe in his hand, angling the bowl just right. “I’ll tell you when.” Cole nods, lips parting slightly, eyes flicking between the pipe and my face. I hold his gaze as I bring the flame to the glass, warming it slow, just like I did for myself. The crystals liquefy, then swirl into vapor, thick and milky. “Now,” Cole inhales, his green eyes locked onto mine. His lips close around the mouthpiece, cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls, the vapor disappearing into his lungs. I watch the way his throat moves, the way his eyelashes flutter for half a second before he exhales, a smooth cloud spilling past his lips. It’s a good hit. Clean and controlled. Thought it wasn’t possible for my cock to throb any harder, but I was proven wrong again. I clear my throat, shifting back slightly. “Not bad.” Cole tilts his head, exhaling the last of the smoke. “Told you I was paying attention.” I huff out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” But the warmth is still there. That weird, lingering heat in my gut. I ignore it. I take the pipe back from him, flicking the torch on again. “One more.” Cole just smirks. “Whatever you say, dealer.” An hour slips by, the minutes blurring into smoke and warmth. Every time, I light the pipe for Cole, watching as he inhales, his lips parting slightly, his eyes hooded as he exhales. He’s a fast learner—too fast. Takes to it like he was made for this. I should stop him. Should’ve stopped after the first hit. But I don’t. Eventually, I glance at my phone, noting the time. Been two hours since I first stepped through the door. I lean back into the couch, stretching, feeling the way my muscles buzz under my skin. “Moses is taking his sweet time,” I mutter. “What’s he even out doing?” Cole hums, his head tilted against the couch, gaze flicking toward me. He hesitates just a second before saying, “He’s staying at his girl’s place tonight.” I pause mid-motion, giving him a look. “What?” Cole shrugs, lazy. “Won’t be back until tomorrow.” Something clicks into place in my head. I stare at him for a long second, then let out a dry, amused scoff. “You little shit.” Cole smirks, eyes glinting. “What?” “You played me.” I shake my head, exhaling a laugh. “You knew he wasn’t coming back tonight. You set this whole thing up.” He doesn’t even bother denying it. Just shrugs again, looking way too pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.” I let out another sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.” But, lowkey? I’m impressed. Cole’s always been the quiet, follow-the-rules type. The preppy golden boy, the one who didn’t pull this kind of shit. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, he’s got more in him than I gave him credit for. I drag a hand down my face, still smirking. “So what, you planned all this just to get high with me?” Cole tilts his head, lips curling at the edges. “Would you have come if I told you the truth?” I don’t answer. Because we both already know. I lean my head back, letting the high settle deeper into my bones before glancing over at Cole. “How you feeling?” He exhales slowly, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Great.” His voice is smooth, relaxed. “Didn’t really feel the G much, though.” I raise a brow. “Yeah?” He nods. “I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t hit me like it hit you.” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. “You wanna do more?” I consider it for a second. I am feeling good—buzzing, floating, perfect—and nobody’s coming home until tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping me. I shrug. “Fuck it.” I grab the vial from the table, rolling it between my fingers before twisting the cap off. Cole watches as I measure out two doses into my own cup, then pour a single one into his. I go to hand him the cup, but he doesn’t take it right away. Instead, he looks at me, eyes sharp despite the haze. “Give me the same as you.” I hesitate. First-timers shouldn’t push it too far. That’s the rule. But I think back to how easily he took the first dose, how steady he was, how he never wavered. Some people can just handle it well. Cole’s one of them. “Alright,” I murmur, pouring the extra into his cup, matching my own. “Your call.” I watch Cole as he downs the G, licking his lips absentmindedly before setting the cup down. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers raking through the strands before letting his arm drop over the couch, closer to mine now. “You really do this all the time?” I flick my eyes to him. “What, the G?” “All of it.” He gestures vaguely. “T, G, dealing, all of it.” I smirk. “You already knew the answer before you asked.” He tilts his head slightly. “Still wanted to hear you say it.” His smirk lingers, and he leans back just a little, stretching out, mirroring the way I’m sitting now. He’s comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And he’s watching me like he’s waiting for something. I roll my tongue over my teeth, “You feeling it yet?” His smirk widens just slightly. “I think so.” Fucking cock won’t stop throbbing. I push past it, shifting forward, reaching for the pipe again. “Good. Then let’s keep it that way.” I exhale toward the ceiling, watching the cloud drift up, feeling the rush settle in my bones. Then I glance at Cole. I smirk, shaking my head, then pass him the pipe, torch still in hand. “Here.” Cole takes the pipe without hesitation, bringing it to his lips. I lean in, closer this time, and light it for him, watching as the vapor builds. “Now,” I murmur. He inhales, slow and deep, just like I showed him. The smoke disappears into his lungs, his green eyes flickering toward me as he holds the hit for half a second—long enough for me to reach for the pipe. But before I can grab it, Cole moves. His free hand shoots up, fingers tangling in the back of my hair, pulling me in, dragging my face toward his before I can even register what’s happening. Then his lips are on mine. And before I can even process that, he exhales—the hit rushing past my lips, into my lungs, filling me up, hotter than it should be. Shotgunning. An intimacy. A challenge. A fucking game. My whole body tenses, mind short-circuiting between the drugs and the heat of his mouth, his lips, the way he holds me there, fingers gripping my hair like he’s testing a boundary he already knows he’s breaking. The high kicks up, sharper, hotter, sending a pulse through my veins that makes me forget, for half a second, that I’m supposed to be in control here. I rip myself back, fast, like I’ve been burned. “The fuck was that?” My voice comes out sharp, cutting through the thick haze of smoke and G and whatever the fuck Cole thinks he’s doing. Cole leans back slightly, but he doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look surprised. If anything, he looks amused. “Relax.” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Just having fun.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “That’s not—” I exhale hard, jaw tightening, forcing my pulse to slow the fuck down. “That’s not how this works.” Cole tilts his head, watching me, that lazy smirk still tugging at his lips. “No?” I shake my head, reaching for the pipe, more out of habit than anything else, just to have something in my hands. “You don’t pull that shit with me, Cole.” He shrugs, stretching out, looking too damn comfortable. “Seemed like you liked it.” Something in me snaps. Before I could react to what I was doing, my arm was already outstretched, hand wrapped around Cole’s throat, pinning him to the couch. I lean in close, lowering my voice, making sure he fucking hears me. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Cole’s smirk falters—just a fraction. But it’s enough. I let him go, trying to shake the weird, charged energy out of my system. I don’t know if it’s the G, the T, or the fact that Cole fucking made out with me like it was nothing, but I feel wired, too hot, too aware of everything. Cole watches me for a long moment, then exhales, like he’s letting it go. Then Cole shifts beside me, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he mutters. “Maybe I crossed a line.” “It’s a small town,” he says, voice quieter now. “Not a lot of options.” I frown. “Options?” His lips press together for a second, then he lets out a dry laugh. “Gays, Nico.” He finally looks at me. “There’s, like, five of us here. And they’re all…” He trails off, shaking his head. I raise a brow. “All what?” “Fem,” he says flatly. “Bottoms. Good friends, but not exactly great for, you know…” His hand gestures vaguely between us. “Experimenting.” I huff a small laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus. You really just said that.” Cole shrugs, unbothered. “It’s true.” Then he leans back against the couch, tipping his head to the side as he studies me. “I’ve got a type, and none of them fit.” I narrow my eyes. “And what’s your type, exactly?” He hums, dragging his fingers lazily over the rim of his empty cup, pretending to think. “Older. Built. Not soft.” His eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “Masculine. A little dangerous.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Subtle.” Cole just smirks, unashamed. “You asked.” “And it’s not just the looks, either. It’s the energy.” His fingers drum against his knee, gaze flicking to mine again. “That… intensity.” My jaw tenses. I look away, shifting in my seat. “Sounds complicated.” “It is,” he admits, then exhales through his nose, his smirk fading. “Not that it matters. It’s not like I’ve actually done anything.” That makes me pause. I glance at him again, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugs. “I mean exactly that. I haven’t done anything.” I stare at him for a second. “Wait.” I shift toward him, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?” Cole huffs out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, Nico. I am.” I blink. Then bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “Couldn’t be me.” Cole rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit.” I smirk, leaning back again. “Damn. A virgin at eighteen?” “What, you lost it at, like, fourteen?” he shoots back, raising a brow. I shrug. “Fifteen.” Cole groans. “Of course you did.” I just grin, taking another hit, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips. “You’re really out here trying to experiment, huh?” He exhales dramatically. “You have no idea.” I shake my head, chuckling. “Poor thing.” “Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his voice. Just that same lazy smirk, that same energy humming between us. Cole shifts, getting more comfortable on the couch, eyes flicking to me with something that’s both amused and too curious. “Tell me about straight sex.” I pause mid-inhale, pipe still between my fingers. I exhale a slow cloud of smoke, smirking. “What?” “You know,” Cole says, waving a lazy hand. “Fucking bitches.” That makes me actually laugh, the kind that shakes in my chest. “Jesus, Cole.” He grins, eyes flickering with amusement. “What?” “You saying it like that.” I shake my head. “You sound like a kid trying to prove something.” He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I have to know what all the hype is about. Why do you guys love it so much?” I huff a laugh, stretching my arms over the back of the couch. “You’ve never been with a girl, obviously.” Cole makes a face. “Nope.” “But you’ve seen straight porn.” He snorts. “Unfortunately.” Then, mocking, he adds, “Couldn’t be me.” That makes me laugh again, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So? Explain” I smirk, exhaling another slow breath of smoke. “It’s the way they react, man. The softness, the sounds. The way their bodies move. It’s like…” I trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “It’s powerful. Controlling how they take it, how they moan, how they come apart under you.” Cole listens, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp even through the haze. “So it’s about dominance?” I smirk. “It’s about control.” Cole hums, gaze flicking over me, unreadable. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Couldn’t be me.” I chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.” Cole shifts again, pulling one leg up onto the couch, turning more toward me. “And you don’t ever think about it differently? Like, I dunno, being on the other side?” I raise a brow. “What, letting a girl take control?” “No.” He gives me a look. “I mean with a guy.” My jaw flexes slightly, but I keep my expression easy. “No.” Cole watches me for a second longer, then smirks like he knows something I don’t. “Interesting.” I shake my head, smirking right back. “You’re something else, you know that?” He grins, leaning back again. “I try.” I take another hit, letting it sit heavy in my lungs before I pass the pipe back to him. And as he takes it, fingers brushing mine, I can’t shake the feeling that this conversation isn’t over. Not even close. Cole takes the pipe, bringing it to his lips, waiting for me to light it. He’s steady, smooth, confident in a way that should make me stop and think. Should make me ask myself why the fuck I’m still here, still entertaining this, still letting it happen. But I don’t. I bring the torch up, flicking the flame on, watching the crystals liquefy and swirl into thick, white vapor. The moment it’s ready, I murmur, “Now.” Cole inhales, slow and deep, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine as he pulls. And fuck, I need my cock to stop this throbbing. With that, I break. I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, pressing my lips against his as I inhale his hit straight from him. His breath stutters for half a second before he exhales, feeding it into me, the smoke burning between us. But the second he tries to push deeper, the moment his fingers curl into my shirt, trying to pull me in—I shove him back. Hard. Cole stares at me, chest rising and falling, lips still parted, green eyes blown wide with surprise. “What the fuck?” I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. “I can’t.” Cole’s brows pull together, and then—irritation. “The fuck you mean you can’t?” I shake my head, jaw tight. “Not like this.” Cole scoffs. “Not like what?” I glance away, exhaling hard through my nose. I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know myself when I’m high like this. I know the way it takes me over—how my dominance turns razor-sharp, how I get aggressive, controlling. I know how I take, and that’s not something you throw at someone who’s never done this before. Not someone like Cole. He watches me for a long second, then shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You’re fucking teasing me.” I glance at him sharply. “That’s not what this is.” “Bullshit.” His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against his knee. “You keep pulling me in just to push me away. What the fuck do you want?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Cole tilts his head slightly, smirking—but it’s pissed now, not amused. “I get it.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You think I can’t handle it.” I clench my jaw. “Cole—” “You still think I’m some kid.” I exhale sharply, fingers curling into fists. “It’s not that—” “Then what?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze. “See? You are a tease. Just like one of your bitches” I snap. I grab his jaw, tilting his head up, making him look at me. His lips part, his breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Cole’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, the challenge in his eyes sharpens, his lips curling at the edges like he wants this reaction from me. Like he planned for it. His fingers flex against my wrist where I’ve got him by the throat, testing, feeling the way my grip tightens. But he doesn’t try to pry me off. He just looks at me. Green eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I lean in closer, my grip firm but controlled, voice dropping lower. “You really wanna test me, Cole?” His smirk wavers—just slightly—but he holds my gaze. “Maybe.” I exhale slow, shaking my head. “You think this is a fucking game?” Cole hums, the sound vibrating against my fingers. “Feels real to me.” Something deep in me twists at that, something dangerous. The high amplifies everything—the way his skin feels under my hand, the way his body shifts beneath me, the way his breathing picks up just slightly but he doesn’t look away. I slide my thumb over his jaw, pressing just enough to make him tilt his chin up for me. “You’ve got a smart mouth.” Cole exhales a slow, shaky breath. “So do something about it.” I snap. I crush my mouth against his, swallowing whatever smart-ass remark he was about to throw at me. Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans into it, gasping softly against me before he fists my shirt in both hands, pulling me closer, pressing up into me like he’s been waiting for this all night. And fuck, maybe he has. I shove him back into the couch, my weight pressing into him, my hands gripping tight—his throat, his waist, his hip—feeling, claiming. He groans, the sound sharp, raw, like he’s never been handled like this before. Like he’s never wanted to be. And now he’s got me—high, reckless, dominant—right here, giving him exactly what he asked for. And I’m not stopping this time. Not until he knows exactly what it means to push me. I stand up slowly, rolling my shoulders like I’m shaking off the last bit of restraint. My jaw is tight, my eyes dark, my whole demeanor shifting into something heavier, something final. Cole watches from the couch, breath still uneven, lips still parted from the force of the last kiss. He doesn’t move yet, just waiting, watching. I exhales through my nose, running my tongue over my teeth before speaking. “Get up.” Cole blinks, his pupils still blown wide, his body still buzzing from the drugs, the tension, everything. “What?” I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Get the fuck up.” Cole swallows, pushing himself up slowly, cautious, but not scared. Not hesitant. If anything, there’s something eager in the way he moves, like he’s been waiting for m to take control like this. I sit back down, reaching for the pipe, tapping out another hit. I don’t even look at Cole as I flick the torch on, heating the glass. “Strip.” The single word cuts through the thick air. Cole exhales sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides, his breath catching slightly like it finally hit him—this is happening. I exhales a thick cloud toward the ceiling before finally looking at Cole again. “I said strip, faggot.” I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath. Like a small whimper. His fingers go to the hem of his shirt, gripping it, lifting it slowly—almost too slow. Testing. Watching my reaction. I exhale another stream of smoke, my eyes tracking every movement, every inch of skin revealed. Cole lets the shirt slip off, tossing it aside before moving to the button of his jeans. His fingers work the metal, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence of the room. I take another hit, inhaling deep, letting the warmth crawl through my veins, amplifying everything. Cole pushes his jeans down his hips, stepping out of them. He’s standing there now, exposed, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching at his sides. But he’s not shy. He’s not covering himself. He’s waiting. I set the pipe down on the table and lean forward, elbows on my knees, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I look Cole up and down, taking my time with it. Not just a pretty face, but a pretty everything. His dick hung their uncut, freshly shaven, smooth until his legs, covered in carpet of hair. I looked up at him with a smirk and motioned for him to turn around. Now, I’ve seen a lot of ass in my day, but I’ll admit, there’s something about his. Perfectly round, smooth. Innocent. I tilt my head, smirking. “Now get over here.” Cole steps forward, closing the small space between us, his breath coming a little quicker now. He’s standing right in front of me, bare, exposed, but not nervous. Locking eyes with him, I reach down and tug at the bulge in my pants, gripping myself through the fabric. I was rock hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “Get on your knees.” Cole lowers himself. When he settled onto his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those blown-out green eyes, lips parted, chest still rising and falling— “Fuck, you look good like that.” I let out greedily “Now take my cock out of these jeans,” I demanded. Cole didn’t hesitate. His hands moved immediately to my bulge, one palm pressing firmly against it, his fingers curling to squeeze. A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt the weight of me through the denim. Then, with steady hands, he reached for my zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. I lifted my hips slightly, helping him as he tugged my jeans down past my thighs. The moment they pooled around my ankles, my cock sprang free—thick, uncut, and standing proud, a full nine inches of me throbbing in the open air. My dark pubes framed it, a stark contrast against my skin. Cole’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, a mix of hunger and awe flashing across his face. He licked his lips unconsciously, his gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted. “Go ahead faggot, taste it” Cole’s breath shuddered as he exhaled, his lips parting, so close I could feel the warmth ghosting over my skin. His fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly, as if testing my patience. I smirked, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping just enough to make him gasp. “Did you not hear me? Put that mouth to work.” My voice was low, firm, an order he had no intention of disobeying. With a slow motion he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. A soft groan rumbled in my chest as I watched him, savoring the way his lips stretched over me, the warmth of his mouth enveloping the tip. “Good faggot,” I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as I guided him lower. Cole moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot, his movements both eager and controlled. His hands braced against my thighs as he took me deeper, inch by inch, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself further. I let my head fall back against the couch, pleasure surging through me as he worked. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the sinful noises slipping from his throat—it was intoxicating. “Fuck, just like that,” I praised, looking down at him. His eyes met mine, dark and needy, desperate to please. I gave him what he wanted, thrusting gently into his mouth, watching as his lips stretched wider, as his throat tensed around me. He took it, moaning as if he needed this as much as I did. His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, silently begging for more. And who was I to deny him? I tightened my grip in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force his eyes up to mine. His lips were already slick, parted, desperate for more. “You’re taking your time,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip before pressing against his tongue. He let me, obedient, his eyes dark with need. “I didn’t tell you to tease, did I?” He shook his head, my thumb still resting on his tongue, making him struggle to answer. “No, Sir,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless. I smirked. “Then do it right.” Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, taking me back into the heat of his mouth. This time, I didn’t let him set the pace. My hand in his hair held him still as I pushed deeper, his throat tightening around me as he tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but he didn’t pull away. He knew better. “Relax,” I ordered, my other hand settling heavy on his jaw, guiding him. His lashes fluttered, a choked sound escaping him as I pressed deeper. When he finally opened up for me, his throat flexing, I groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it,” I praised, keeping my grip firm as I began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. His moans vibrated around me, sending pleasure curling through my spine. I controlled every movement, every inch he took, every breath he struggled for. He let me. He wanted this—wanted to be used, to be owned. His hands trembled against my thighs, but he didn’t resist. He let me push, let me test his limits. My cock slid deeper, his throat tightening, and I held him there for a beat, watching the way his eyes watered, the way his body shuddered. “Look at you,” I murmured, thumb stroking his jaw as I pulled back, letting him gasp for air before pushing in again. “So desperate to please.” A needy whimper escaped him. I held him there for a moment longer, feeling the way his throat flexed around me, the way his breath hitched, his body shaking from the effort of keeping still. His fingers clenched against my thighs, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. Then, finally, I eased back, my grip in his hair loosening as I pulled out of his mouth. A wet gasp tore from his throat as he sagged against me, his lips red and glistening, spit connecting us in thin strands that broke as he swallowed hard. I let my thumb trace the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. His eyes were hazy, his pupils blown wide, his chest still heaving as he tried to steady himself. “Breathe,” I ordered, my tone softer now, but no less commanding. “Think you can handle more, boy?” His breath hitched, but his answer came immediately this time—steady, certain. “Yes, Sir.” I tilted his chin up higher, forcing him to hold my gaze. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered my next command. “Stand up,” I ordered. He moved immediately, though his legs shook slightly as he rose. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twitched at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for me, to cling to whatever I decided to give him. “Turn around,” I murmured. His lips parted slightly, his pupils still blown wide, but he obeyed without question. I let my eyes drag over him as he turned, taking in the way his body tensed under my gaze, the way he seemed to fight the urge to squirm. “Good boy,” I praised, letting my hand trail down his spine, slow and deliberate. I felt the shudder that rippled through him, the way he sucked in a breath as my palm ghosted lower. Then I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I gave my next command. “Bend over.” For a split second, he hesitated—just long enough for me to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back slightly. “You heard me.” My voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Bend over.” A whimper slipped from his throat as he nodded, his body moving instinctively to obey. He braced himself against the nearest surface, his hands gripping the edge as he arched his back slightly, presenting himself exactly how I wanted him. I smirked, trailing my fingers down his spine again, feeling the way he shuddered under my touch. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmured, stepping back just enough to take him in fully. “So eager. So obedient.” I let my palm rest on his lower back, pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “But let’s see if you can stay that way.”

Never had sex with a family member, but sometimes i fantasize to have sex with my 14 years older brother. When I was more or less 16 years old, I used to jerk off sniffing his socks or underwear that i took from the laundry basket. I still remember that once i found fresh cum in his underwear, I think that that time was my real first gay experience eheh

This sounds like the effects of that notorious "White Lotus" episode if you ask me. Not making light of the situation but this sudden brother on brother love interest seems to be peaking at the moment.

@PozBearWI Thanks man, I appreciate that. I think I may end up rejoining Curious Chaser in the fullness of time as well, despite a few (entirely subjective and personal) misgivings. We'll see. Those two Brighton boys probably need contacting and visiting! 🤣

Thats the best way to think about it. If its in your head to want to bareback then go for it and you will never look back or regret it as the sex is so much hotter. You can play safe you can take prep but your missing out . Knowing you are taking risks when you fuck is like being on a high and you crave for more . Its actually quite hard to be pozzed so dont worry about it just enjoy.

BNWO - I live and learn..

Hampstead Heath yesterday, didn’t take long to find a really hot Asian bottom. His hole felt so good and it didn’t take long until I was emptying my balls deep inside him. He knew just how to drain every last drop. I love totally random meets where nothing, not even a name, is said. Just pure animalistic sex and breeding.

Justin had just broken up with another girlfriend. This is the third one in a year and a half. Struggling and fighting his urge to be with a guy, he had played with a few guys on vacation and in between girlfriends. Sucked a dick here and there and jacked off with buds while they watched porn and even fucked two guys. He had secretly hoped a couple of the jerk off buds had been interested in fucking him and often jacked off to it. Most of the time Justin searched for guys online to talk to and jack off about and with. One guy he was talking to Mark in California asked him if he had ever been on BBRT, just asked what that was and Mark told him he needed to check it out. He sent him a user name and password, Mark used this account when he was whoring out a bottom and told Justin to use it for now it's paid for and check out all the hot guys there! Let me know what you think? Just spend the next three days searching profiles and he found lots of hot guys and really huge dicks on the site, he started reading the profiles and not just looking at the pictures and he found that a lot of the guys were POZ. Just started to quickly close the profile once he realized a guy was POZ. For the next three day he enjoyed BBRT and jacked off several times a day. Mark hit him up while on BBRT from his profile. The exchange is below: Mark : Hey little slut, how is it going? See anyone you want to fuck or get fucked by? Justin: Yes, Justin had written down the names of several guys who he wanted to fuck him, he gave him three names! Mark: Nice, I see you want to get fucked. You only sent me tops. Good pics bud! Too bad they are are so far away. Justin: Yea, I have never been fucked but really want to try it. Mark: Too bad I am not there, I would def help you out. Justin: I have you on my list, your pics are amazing and that huge uncut dick makes me want to suck you till till you cum. Mark: You would be on your knees in second of me walking into you place and I would be using your throat deep before I fuck and load you. Justin : OMG that would be so hot, If you are ever here I want to do just that. Mark: Be careful what you wish for! Justin: I am so horny know, I really need to jack off but I have to go to work. TTYL Mark: Yes you will! Mark starting searching form some guys to start breaking in little Justin. The first guy Mark lined up was a young white guy with a thin 8 inch dick. Mark sent him a message and a few others guys. It was not long till his first choice hit him back saying, we are both tops not sure this will work.

John’s Interlude, Part 3 As Snake and John pull their clothes on Snake says, “Should we finish the ride back to your campsite?” John says, “I’ll walk. I need to clear my head this morning.” Snake says, “Don’t let sex get to you. You’re having fun. Thinking about it too much can really fuck with good sex.” Snake smiles. John starts to walk away in the direction of his campsite. Snake watches as he goes - this sexy masculine bottom with his nice ass, moving under the shorts which barely cover his ample ass. Snake moans softly, “Fuuccckkkkk.” Meanwhile, John is already thinking……… “Where was I all night?” That’s what my friends will want to know. Well, fuck that. It’s my business. Besides they ran a train on my ass last night in public. It’s not like they have any right to judge me or get protective now. John’s internal dialogue is merciless this morning. “If only I hadn’t let the German fuck me, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” “I could still be respected by my friends as a top if I’d only not gotten so horny.” “Why did I drop to my knees and suck off all my friends and then ask them to fuck me?” “Why did I let them all bareback my ass?” Now everyone at home will know that I give up my ass bareback. FUCK! And, “Where was I last night?” I was in the Southeast RV Park getting my ass railed all night by a couple of bears. There is something so sexy about how men want my body and want my ass. It feels so good to feel their hands on me, groping, feeling, pulling, exploring. It also feels so slutty to ask if they want to fuck me and see the light in their eyes knowing I’ll give them my ass. Then seeing the disappointment when the guys realized they didn’t have condoms. Fuck it was so hot to say, “Fuck man. I really want to get fucked. Do you want to slide in and see how it feels? Just a couple strokes? I really want to get fucked.” Then see the one bear’s face in complete surprise and the other in disbelief as I was offering them my masculine, beefy, muscled ass bareback. FUCKKKK! So hot. Then as the one guy lubed up and slid inside me, he said I was really wet. I said, “Dude I am so horny to get fucked.” This happens to me sometimes. In the dark of the RV, with the lights turned off, he didn’t notice that he was fucking a lot of other men’s cum into my ass. He said, “I haven’t fucked bareback in so long.” I said, “It feels really good.” The guy took about 20 strokes so slow I thought I was going to die from anticipation. Breathing hard, as if he was trying to control himself, he said, “You feel so good. Can I fuck you bareback a bit longer?” Feigning my status as a “safe sex bottom” (which is a fucking turn on), I said “I don’t know man. I don’t usually fuck bareback but this feels so good.” He said, “It feels really good for me too. I said, “If I let you keep going, you might cum in me.” With his bare cock still buried in my ass as we negotiated I said, “You feel good in me this way man. If you are about to cum, say so, ok?” “Wow, oh fuck,” he said as he started fucking me slowly again. I started sucking on his friend’s cock. At one point he said, “You feel so good.” I came off the other cock and said, “Your cock feels amazing. Keep going.” He starts fucking me again and I squeeze my ass on his cock. He moans. He says, “You feel so good. I might cum.” I squeeze down again as he strokes inside me. He groans and said, “Oh I’m close.” I keep sucking his friends cock. He pulls out and slides back in and once again I squeeze down on his cock. He says, “I’m going to cum.” I pull off and say, “Oh fuck. Don't stop fucking me.” It's like he realized in that moment that I would let him cum inside me bareback. He started fucking me faster. He was no longer careful about not cumming in my ass. He grabbed my hips and grunted and blew his load inside me. His friend fucked me bareback too. He lasted a shorter time but came in me as his friend watched. Then we went for a second round and I took 2 more loads off them. Then I rode one of them while he smoked a cigarette sitting outside. He came in me again. It was so hot. Before I left this morning, the guys asked if I wanted to use a new enema they had. It was still in the package, so I used it to clean out. My ass was the only part of me clean when I heard Snake call out to me this morning. So……you assholes….that’s where I was; not that I’m telling you guys any of that. Nor am I telling you that the park worker that saw me getting railed yesterday bred me this morning. John smiles and thinks to himself…….Maybe if I grab my towel and toiletries, make my way to the shower, and clean up; I’ll find more dick in the showers this morning.

Yeah, I totally agree, I let Him decide and I make sure He knows that I’ll do anything He asks. If he needs to drain his bladder by all means ai make it clear that he can let me swallow all He has.

A few months ago at a sauna, I was being fucked in a public area by a dom top, while another guy was being fucked next to me. Two fags getting raw fucked together. We started kissing, then I began to work my mouth down his neck, over his shoulder and down his back, twisting myself to lick the other fag's ass as he was being fucked. Guess I wanted to be the faggiest fag out of the two of us 🤣 Anyway, I begin licking the shaft of the cock that was fucking him, when the top briefly pulled out, slammed his cock into my throat, then back in the other fag's hole, back into my mouth, and so on. It was amazing. I could taste the cum already in the other fag's ass, the top's cock, and the fag's ass too. All while my top continued to fuck my faggot ass before cumming in me. Once the other fag's top had shot inside him, again his cock went into my throat and I got a brief spurt. Incredible experience and the first time I did this. I'll be looking to do it again for sure. [Edit: yeah I have overused the words fag and faggot here to refer to myself and the other guy. But once someone uses that kind of talk with me, I always respond eagerly!]

Thanks, rpup. That was simply splendidly said.

The sloshy sound of a sloppy hole taking more dick is awesome

You gotta check in with the guy BEFORE you piss. People have different reactions to piss internally. Personally I want it ON ME (or up my ass) but NOT down my throat because it doesn't agree with me and gives me the runs. Not something you want when playing. I learned this lesson, so now I don't swallow piss. If someone pisses in my mouth I spit it out or give it to another pig. Everyone, even the most submissive cumdump has a right to limits and boundaries. Frankly, anyone who says they have no limits is someone you probably don't want to play with. You can push limits but crossing them when you've been told no is a deeply shitty thing to do.

Just N of Milwaukee, poz never been medicated

Mike coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, when Sir finally took his cock out of the boy’s throat. His eyes were red and watery, his entire face was covered in spit. Sweat covered his chest, and his stomach was covered in his own precum. Sir grinned. He’d managed in just under an hour to make this innocent college jock look like well-used faggot cocksucker. Looks were deceiving though, they boy maybe covered in sweat and spit with a sloppy grin on his face, but in his mind, he was still a good wholesome boy. If Sir was to really have fun with him he’d have to break him of that. He wondered, looking down at Mike’s cute smiling face, if he could. Could he break this boy? Could he take him from being basically a virgin to a real bottom boy? Could he make him into a cumdump? How far could he push this boy? “Fuck boy,” he said, in a low growl, “You might just be a natural born cock sucker. You took that so well.” “Thank you, Sir,” Mike gasped. He still hadn’t quite caught his breath. “Flip over, and spin around. I think it’s time for you to show me that tight college boy hole.” Mike’s heart thudded in his chest. He’d been so lost in trying to deep throat Sir’s cock he’d forgotten about Sir’s promise to get balls deep inside him before the day was over. He blinked a few times, stealing his nerve. Sir watched the wheels turning in the boy’s head, and gave his cock a little shake. That did it. Mike’s eyes darted to Sir’s spit slicked cock head and he immediately rolled over. He wanted Sir’s cock. He was scared, Sir could tell, but he wanted it all the same. Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and pulled hip up so his chest was pressed into he mattress and his ass was sticking up in the air. “Fuck,” Sir growled getting a good look at Mike’s ass for the first time. He gave the jock’s round, bouncy, furry cheek a light slap making the boy jump. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass.” “Thank you Sir!” “Anyone ever eaten your hole before boy?” “Only one guy, and just for a second…” “Well then you’re in for a treat,” Sir said. He spread Mike’s cheeks wide with both hands exposing his tight pink pucker. Hair swirled around its perimeter, drawing Sir’s eye to it’s center. He smiled wickedly, licked his lips and dove in. At first, he went slowly, flicking his tongue across Mike’s hole delicately. Mike whimpered at the alien sensation. Then he built up a little pace, dancing his tongue around the edges of the boy’s pucker, sucking occasionally on the flesh. He pushed his tongue hard against the tight sphincter, willing it to open for him. Mike moaned into the mattress. He’d never felt anything like this. The guy who’d eaten him out at school had really just spit on his hole a few times before giving up and getting a condom ready. It was nothing like this. “Oh my God! Oh my God,” he panted over and over again, unable to process what was happening behind him. Sir grunted his approval, never letting up the assault on Mike’s hole. He poked and prodded, dancing his tongue all over. He tickled the boys ring, slowly opening him up. He felt it, little by little Mike’s hole blossomed for him. Under his steady assault it was slowly transforming from the tight and alluring ass of a curious college jock to the warm wet hole of a willing bottom. “That feels so good! Holy Shit! I’ve never… fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that! Oh my god!” Mike arched his back and pushed his ass into Sir’s face, willing his tongue to penetrate him deeper. “I’ve got him,” Sir thought, as he felt Mike push back into him. “He’s getting hungry for it.” “Feels good, doesn’t it boy,” he said out loud, rubbing his finger over the boy’s hole. “Oh my god Sir! It feels so fucking good! Please! Please… don’t stop!” Sir hawked a big wad of spit onto Mike’s hole and rubbed it in with his finger. He pushed at the center of Mike’s pucker feeling the weakened resistance. He pushed harder. Mike moaned. He spat onto the boy’s hole again, rubbing his finder back and forth. Mike’s hole was failing, little by little it was giving up the fight against Sir’s invading digit. “Oh please Sir! Please!” Mike begged. Sir sucked on his finger, getting its full length slick. He spat once more onto Mike’s hole and then slid his finger into the jock’s barely open hole. Mike gasped. He tried to pull away but Sir held him in place with his other hand. “No, no boy, stay right there. That’s it. Stay right there. I’m going to open you up nice and slow. No need to panic. That’s it, take a deep breath. Very good. Any time you feel pressure, or like its too much take a deep breath, hold it for a moment and then let it out. All the tension in your body will just drift away. Drift away and you’ll open up for me.” Sir slowly took his finger out of Mike’s hole as he talked, and then just as slowly pushed it back in. “That’s it, open up for me. Good boy.” Mike groaned. He loved hearing Sir call him a good boy. It sent electric shivers through him every time he heard it. He didn’t understand why but he wanted this man’s approval, and the longer he spent with him the more desperate he became for it. “Please Sir! Open me up!” “Good boy. Good boy. That’s it. Feel that? Feel how easy that’s getting. That’s your hole blossoming for me. Its opening up. It wants to be opened up.” “Fuck! Please!” Sir spat onto Mike’s hole again, bringing a second finger against his hole. He pushed. There was a moment of resistance. Sir watched Mike’s back rise and fall as he let out a deep breath, and felt the boy’s hole open. He slid a second finger into his hole. He twisted and pulled them, working the sides of Mike’s sphincter till it felt more relaxed around the base of his fingers. Then he added more spit and added a finger from the other hand too. The boy was shaking when Sir managed to get two fingers from each hand inside him. He felt like he was being stretched wide, but he liked it. He liked feeling each of Sir’s fingers slide inside him. He liked the sense of achievement he got as each one finally breached his sphincter. It was like working out, each finger added was like finally going up a weight on a machine. The achievement sent endorphins coursing through him. He loved the feeling of accomplishment almost as much as he loved the physical sensation of having his hole spread wide. “Good boy. Fuck! Look at this pretty fucking hole. Stretched wide around my four fingers. Feel that boy? Your tight little hole’s being spread wide around my fingers.” “It feels so fucking good Sir! Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy fucking shit!” “You like that boy don’t you boy? You like being spread wide by my fingers.” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, but if you think my fingers feel good… imagine how good my cock will feel. Sliding in and out of you, opening up your hole, stretching you out…” “Fuck!” “You want it, don’t you boy. You want to feel my big fucking daddy cock inside your tight little hole. You want to be stretched around my shaft. Don’t you.” “Yes…” Mike panted. “Yes what?” “Yes Sir…” “That’s the right answer most of the time… but this time… this time you have to say it. If you want my cock inside your hole. If you want to feel me stretching you out you have to say it.” “Fuck…” Mike was breathless, his heart was pounding. He ground his ass back on Sir’s fingers, though for a second and said, “Please! Sir, I want you inside me! I want you to open me up! Stretch me out! Please Sir!” “Good boy, flip over on your back. You’re going to watch me open you up for the first time.” Sir gently slipped his fingers from Mike’s hole, and the boy flipped over on the bed. Almost instinctually Mike pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole once more to Sir. Sir grinned. He stepped up to the edge of the bed getting between Mike’s legs. He rubbed his cock on the boy’s hole, and then brought his hand to his mouth. He lobbed a big wad of spit into his palm. He smeared it all over his cock, wiping the excess on Mike’s quivering hole. “Remember boy, deep breath and all the tension melts away. I’m about to open this hole up wide.” He pressed his cock head against Mike’s hole feeling the resistance. “Wait… Sir… aren’t,” Mike faltered, “aren’t you going to use a condom?” “I never do… besides your hole’s so tight that a condom would just break. No. If you want this cock you’re gonna take it raw.” He pushed again, making Mike squirm but refraining from entraining him yet. Mike moaned. Sir’s cock teased his hole. He wanted it. Now that he was this close he couldn’t not. He wanted to be stretched around its wide shaft. He wanted to know what it was like. He wanted to make Sir happy. He swallowed hard. “Please Sir… fuck me raw.” “Good boy.” Sir spat one more time onto his shaft and leaned over Mike’s prone body. He pushed forward, a slow steady pressure, and Mike’s hole gave way.

After being bound and breed by a couple

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8. My cock strained against the cage as I sat on the subway. It was all I could think about, well that and the warm, wonderful, slick, wet feeling of my freshly bred hole. I was on Scruff the whole way home, looking for more guys and seeing if the ones who had already hit me up were free. I opened the door to my apartment once more to the sounds of Mike being fucked, the very thing that had started this journey of discovery. This time however Mike was not in his room; I stepped into the living room and there he was, bent over the back of the couch, a sloppy grin on his face while a big fur covered bear drove his cock into him. The bear stopped, looking a little embarrassed when he saw me, “Fuck, sorry. I uh, well… we should…” “Don’t stop, he doesn’t give a shit,” Mike said. “I sure don’t,” I said, and started to move to my room. “Wait,” Mike gasped, the bear had clearly just pushed his dick in deep again, “you know the new house rules.” I looked at him a little confused, what did Mike expect me to do in this situation. “Nothing more concealing than a jock.” I laughed, “Of course, how stupid of me.” I took off my jacket and shirt, still standing right by the front door. I undid my pants, and then deciding to give the bear a full show, pushed my pants and underwear down in one go revealing my straining cage. “Fuck, you’re both caged! Two sub boys in one apartment. That’s hot as fuck,” said the bear. “Well,” I replied heading again to my room, “I’ll leave you two to your business.” “Fuck that, I’m about to breed your roommate, and then you’re going to clean off my cock and take his place.” I looked at Mike to make sure he was ok with that. “You heard him, come get on your knees fag.” I smiled, and ran over behind the couch. The bear started to pound Mike again, his hips slamming against Mikes round cheeks. “Fuck I love a wet pussy. I’m going to fill you up and then breed your roommate. Leave you both full of my cum.” “Breed my fucking cunt!” “You want this load boy?” “I need it.” “Good.” As he started to pull out further to long dick Mike I saw that the bear wasn’t just thick up top. His cock was broad and flat on top, it was stretching Mike’s well used ass wide, and his lips were clinging to the shaft as the bear pulled out. My hole twitched in anticipation. “You ready for my load?” “Give it to me.” “Fuck yes!” He punched in hard and help Mike by the hips as his balls contracted firing volleys of cum into my roommate’s hole. They both panted for a moment, and Mike let out a small “thank you Sir,” as the bear shifted to pull out. His cock fell from Mike’s used hole with a soft plop. He was still completely hard, the big blunted mushroom head of his cock glistening with cum and ass juices. I caught a glimpse of Mike’s hole, a small dribble of cum leaked from the pink gaping hope as it tried in vain to wink shut. I opened my mouth and swallowed the man’s cock as far as I could. I savored the mixed taste of sweet salty cum, and deliciously musky ass. “Good boy,” growled the bear, “clean the cum off my cock and then it’s your turn.” I slurped up and down his cock for probably five minutes, cleaning every inch of it. Mike had gotten up and left the room for a minute. When he came back he had a wide butt plug in his hand already smeared with lube. He handed it to the bear and bent back over. With his cock still in my mouth, the bear stuffed the plug slowly into Mike’s willing hole. Mike let out a sigh as the plug popped into place, locked into his hole. “Fucking pigs. Alright, boy, time to bend over and take my cock. I hope your hole is as accommodating as your roommates was.” I let his cock fall from my mouth and bent over the couch next to where Mike who was still panting a little from the plug going in. “Your holes already leaking cum too,” the bear said stepping behind me. “I was too horny,” I said, more to Mike than the bear, who was now rubbing his cock head on my hole, “I stopped by some guys place right after work.” Mike smiled, and then kissed me, I was a little shocked but I liked it and kissed him back. “Oh yeah, make out with your roommate while I breed him too.” Mike kissed me harder, and the bear pushed into my hole. I moaned into Mike’s mouth as my hole was opened up again. The bear was thick but at this point I’d had some many cocks in me the stretch was nothing but please. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a groan followed by a string of complimentary obscenities. Mike groaned then too and I could just see that one of the bears hands was tugging at the plug in Mike’s hole as he fucked me. My eyes rolled back. This was so fucking hot, and dirty. I had never thought that Mike and I would be doing something like this. Yet, here we were, bent over the couch in the living room while a man whos name I had never heard was balls deep inside me raw, while playing with a massive plug lodged deep inside Mike’s ass. My cock leaked in its cage as the bear pummeled my hole. The last guy had fucked me hard but the bear was fucking using me. I had to hold onto the couch for support and he bucked deep inside me. My second ring was as loose as my first and he bashed past its defenses over and over without pause. I felt like putty again, sloppily kissing Mike as my hole was destroyed. I was giving in. I was just a hole. In that moment I was in my idea place, and I never wanted it to end. I felt pressure building in my groin, kind of like I had to pee, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a feeling I had ever felt before, yet it was familiar. Then very suddenly, as the bear shifted to fuck me harder into the couch, I felt the pressure release and understood. Thick drops of cum were falling from my caged cock onto the floor. The man had fucked the cum out of me. I panicked a little, worrying that with the release of my load the stunning bliss of being so horny would go away; but it didn’t, it intensified. It had felt good but getting the cum fucked out of me didn’t feel the same as jerking off or topping. It increased my feeling of being a bottom, that my pleasure had been derived from a man using my hole. “Fucking pig bottom, leaking cum all over the floor and still pushing your cunt onto my cock. God I fucking love breeding boys like you.” “Fucking use my cunt!” I practically shouted, breaking the kiss with Mike at last. Mike grinned, “Breed him. Fill him up.” “Fuck, here comes my load pig. Take my fucking load!” With a yell he slammed into me like he had done with Mike, knocking me forward so I was trapped bent across the back of the couch with my elbows now on the cushions. He unloaded what felt like a massive load into me and then stayed there for a long time. He panted for a minute, and then when he finally pulled out he said to Mike, “Now you clean off your roommate’s hole from my cock boy.” I saw Mike drop out of view and heard him slobbering on the fat cock that had just bred me. I stayed where I was, panting and momentarily broken. I was just about ready to stand again when Mike had finished cleaning the bear and he was getting dressed. We both said goodbye to him at the door, fully naked, and covered in sweat. As soon as the door closed, Mike kissed me again and said, “Let’s get you a plug for your cunt too.”

Part 2 – His First Gift Martin kissed James tenderly, adding a soft, playful bite on his lower lip. The he slid his body up the length of James’ naked body, his cock tracing a line from groin to chin. Martin straddled James’ chest and pushed his cock into James’ eager mouth. James closed his eyes as Martin began to slowly fuck his face, his long cock sliding in until it hit the back of James’ throat, and again so the head brushed against his lips. Martin let out a happy groan, his cock feeling slick and warm inside James. “Oh my gawd, that feels so good,” he whispered. He plunged his dick back into James’ warm mouth. I watched as James, his sculpted body stretched out on the bed, stroked his big dick furiously as Martin fucked his mouth. I could hear the deep slurping sound as James worked Martin’s thick dick with his mouth, and Martin’s quiet appreciative moans. Martin shifted his weight backward, pulling his cock out of James’ eager mouth, and straddled him from the side. I could see both their hardons in full glory, caressed by the warm candlelight. He leaned in and kissed James again. “You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hand down James’ torso and seizing his cock. James gasped in pleasure, his body lifting off the silky sheets. Martin slid into a 69 and began devouring James’ cock while pushing his own back into James’ hungry mouth. The two writhed as they worked each other’s cocks, quiet slurping and guttural groans of pleasure overwhelming the rustle of the sheets beneath them. It was a beautiful site to see, and I stroked my own cock watching my boyfriend’s sexual pleasure. I’d shared James with other men in 3-ways, but witnessing this unload as an observer held its own unique magic. I wondered if they would finish each other off like this — they’re balls had to be boiling — they were so passionate in their connection. As if he read my mind, Martin lifted himself from James’ cock, straddled his chest with his ass hovering over James’ face. Was he a bottom? That both surprised and disappointed me a bit. But he quickly grabbed behind James’ knees and rolled him backward, bringing James’ ass to his own mouth. James gasped, his upper back pinned to the bed by Martin’s body resting on his chest, his muscular legs flailed in the air. Jolts of intense pleasure ripped through his body, and he lost control as Martin’s expert tongue worked inside his hole. James was moaning uncontrollably, his hands instinctively moving across Martin’s ass and back. He couldn’t find words, but just made animalistic sounds of ecstasy. Martin didn’t relent, working his tongue deeper into the soft flesh of James’ pink hole. He used his elbows to lock James’ knees behind him, restraining his movements. He relished the musky man smells of james’ body, which only fueled his desire to tame this sexual beast and make him submit to him. I’m going to mark this boy tonight, he thought to himself. Martin broke their position, letting James’ legs fall back to the bed sheets with a soft whomp. He reached to the nightstand, picking up several items, and shuffled / slid down the bed. He set a small bottle of poppers on James’ chest, resting between his muscular pecs. I felt a thrill go through my own body as Martin took position between James legs, spreading them wider. He was finally going to claim his prize for the night. I leaned closer to the window. The candlelight softly illuminated their naked bodies, and I could see both of their cocks distinctly standing erect. There was pure lust in the air as Martin applied lube to both their dicks, James groaning and writhing again as Martin worked his generous cock with both hands for a moment. One hand moved to James’ hole and began lubing it. James gasped again and arched his back as more jolts wracked his body. “I don’t have to ask if you’re ready, James,” Martin said tenderly. “I’m going to take you now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want the gift I have for you, don’t you?” James looked down the length of his body, his eyes half-open, half-closed, but filled with desire. He had things he thought he should say. He vaguely remembered Martin was poz, and knew there was something he should ask him to do. But those words were lost in the lust. “Please,” was all he could say. “Please.” Martin rolled James’ legs knees back to his chest, fluidly sliding forward as he did so, allowing his cock to find its way to the tender hole anxiously awaiting. He had worked James fully into submission, and had his body craving what was about to come next. James didn’t need the poppers, but locked eyes with Martin as the older of the two pressed the head of. His cock against James’ hole. James felt his sphincter greedily expand, ushering Martin’s swollen hardness inside. The pressure penetrated. Him deeply, and a passionate moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. And was consumed by Martin. The older man let out his own groan as the velvety warmth of the young man’s ass wrapped itself around his cock. He rolled forward, bending James in half, and kissed him passionately. While they exchanged loving kisses, Martin’s hips began to slowly churn. The subtle movements wrought soft moans that wove into their kissing. The sight of my boyfriend’s naked body entangled with Martin’s made my cock ache for release. Martin was deep inside my man, bareback. James powerful body had submitted itself to the man, which made me tingle all over. Martin rose up on his knees and began thrusting with intention. Some of the tenderness morphed into powerful thrusts. He looked down at James, taking in the magnificent image before him. This young man, more than 20 years younger, was stretched out, his legs on either side of Martin’s torso, giving him his ass. “Fuck me,” James pleaded. Martin grabbed James’s thighs and began fucking him harder, driving his dick deep inside the velvety fire he felt engulfing his cock. “My gawd your ass is amazing!” There passion became a power fuck, both men lost in the lust they shared. The hard slapping of bare skin against skin filled the air. James moaned with unbridled ecstasy, completely consumed with desire for Martin. “Fuck me! Pound my ass!” His voice had became. Stronger and more demanding, fueled by the energy they were sharing. “Fuck yeah!” Martin grunted. He was pounding the boy’s ass hard. An even darker desire that had been brewing inside him rushed to the surface. Tenderness melted into a malicious grin. “You’re mine, boy. Body and soul. I’m gonna breed you with my gift.” James felt a mysterious thrill in that moment. He seldom got bred by anyone, preferring to have a load shot across his chest or face. He loved the hot spatter of cum across his body and in his mouth. But in this instant he had a primal need to feel that hot cum inside him. He knew he shouldn’t want it. He knew it was dangerous. But looking at Martin looming over him, his hands grasping his calves and his abs flexing as he thrust inside him, he craved it. He wanted a part of Martin that he could keep with him forever. Martin could see the conflict in James’ handsome face, the battle between desire and fear contorted into a look of desperation. He relished that look, this moment. He’d seen it in other young faces in this bed, and it was the moment he always remembered. His intelligence, muscled body, and success — the very things that made James and the others attractive to him — were useless to James in this moment. He conceded them all to Martin’s control. This was the moment James could not decide for himself, and submitted to Martin’s choices for him. The dark desire totally filled Martin. “You’re mine!! You’re ass is mine now!” “Breed my ass!” James exclaimed, consumed by intense craving and lust for this man. His own face took on a malicious grin. “Fucking fill my ass with your cum.” James began jacking his own cock furiously. Martin pounded into his hole with a fury, making my boyfriend wince and whimper. Even as he was about to release. Martin grunted again and again, finally feeling the boiling desire inside him begin to pump itself into the sculpted young man under his control. James felt the throbbing of Martin’s engorged cock as it released, his soul trembling as the thick juices spattered inside him, bonding them. James erupted even as he was filled with Martin’s seed. Both men grunted and moaned, finally collapsing into an entangled, sweaty heap. Martin’s load was inside my boyfriend, while James was covered in his own thick cum. Together they convulsed in ecstatic aftershocks and heavy breathing. There was no pressure to move, and they were savoring their entanglement and new bond. I watched for a few minutes more, my own load spewed against the side of the house as I watched Martin breed my boyfriend’s raw ass. Now the pair was breathing together, coming down from the climax of their encounter. Martin seemed to still be inside James, and the two exchanges soft kisses. Their conversation was quiet, punctuated with quick bursts of laughter. Martin was discussing some friends who were arriving this week, and James shared our plans with him. Martin playfully suggested how hot it would have been to share this encounter in the dunes earlier in the day; James laughed, adding that their dune fuck video could go viral before Friday. Martin slipped his drained cock out of James. James sighed, “At least you left something behind inside me.” Martin grinned in the pale light. “I left you a special gift,” then kissed his new toy. I picked up my sneakers and quietly padded away, trying to move unseen in the late night. I had a feeling this was not going to be their only encounter this week.

Justin was still flying and horny as fuck, he sent a message back and said he was interested in being considered! Told them he was a new bottom but could take really big dick. That he was neg and and clean. Justin looked at this guys profile, damn there were some really huge dicks, black, brown and white ones. He played with his tina dick and then started looking at others around. Another message came in and he immediately went to see if it was about the party but it was not. Justin opened it and this one read, Boy a couple of our mates are getting married Next weekend, his best men need a party favor to pass around and breed. Hit me up if you are free and can travel to our hotel? We are military, frat and gym guys with big dicks who need some boy pussy to get off in. Can you take DP? Deep throat? large dildos? Justin's tina dick was leaking as he responded: Hey, you guys sound really hot. I am pretty new to bottoming but just took some really big dick tonight. Have a very large butt plug in holding the cum inside. I am totally down to be with some hot military, frat and gym guys. Not sure what DP is but I am sure I can take some large dildos. Justin hit send and he saw a email and opened it. It was from the first guy Justin started to read it. I thought you were going to be a good one, the guy wrote. You have a slot for a try out, be at 1241 Marks Street, it is a warehouse and the door marked B will be unlocked. Come in and you will find a single locker to put your clothes in and once you are naked proceed to orange door and you will find a small bench between glory holes. The smaller hole is for your head and the larger one for your ass. You must be there at 3 pm or you loose your spot! Got it? Justin quickly emailed back and said yes SIr. What is the tryout can you tell me more. and the email back was good, make sure your ass is good can clean and you are ready to deep throat, you will be given supplies to help so no need to bring anything. No more questions, be there if you want to have a chance to come to our GB as the guest of honor. Just sent a reply back that said Yes Sir I will be there. Then he notice the guy signed off. The other guy had not sent back a replay but that was the following weekend. There was an email and Justin was so excited. He opened it and it was an address. Be there in 20 minutes and wear a jock and some gym shorts and a t-shirt. Don't right the bell or knock just walk in, Lights will be low and get on all four on the twin mattress on the floor and slip the blindfold on, Email me when you leave, Justin wanted to tell him he had a butt plug in and ask if he should leave it in or take it out. The guy said no emails and his place was about a five minute walk. Just hopped in the shower and showered and worked hard at trying to get the plug out and finally it popped out and all kinds of cum and some blood shot out of his ass and ran down the drain. Justin cleaned out again and more cum and blood shot out. One more time and just water and cum shot out. He dried off and slipped on a clean jock and gym shorts and a t-shirt and shot an email that he was on his way.

Justin felt like he needed more poppers or something, why did this guy not pull out now that he came. The longer he kept his fat dick lodged in Justin's hole the more it hurt. Then poppers were put under his right nostril and he inhaled deeply then the left. Still hurt but Justin kept doing it and after the sixth his boy pussy started to open up and the guy lodged in his ass said, fuck that pussy is hungry. You need more cum boy? I have been working up another load as your tight ass kept pulsing on my fat dick. You have not idea what your ass feels like, dude it is better than a pussy! Justin began to whisper fuck me please Sir, I need your cum Sir. Good boy, I love a cum hungry boy! Popper one more time and then the guy who stretched Justin's throat what seemed like forever slapped Justin's lips with his fat cummy dripping dick. Boy, hope you have learned hot to throat a dick, open that fucking mouth. Justin opened his mouth and the guy grabbed his head and shoved it deep on his dick and Justin had not even had time to take a deep breath. The guy started slow fucking his throat with deep thrust and he hard him him say he is ready and then the guy slapped the side of Justin head really hard his ear started to ring and Said Fucker you better not bite my dick or use your teeth as the guy fucking him started pulling almost all the way out and then slamming his dick back inside. Justin felt like he was being town in two, he grunted and moaned on the guys dick fucking his throat and he almost forgot he needed to breath. This went on for three minutes then the guy fucking his throat must have sensed that he was about to pass out and he pulled out long enough for Justin to gasp and then shoved his dick back in and started fucking his throat and four minutes later the guy fucking his ass shot again and shoved his dick deep in Justin and pulsed eight ropes of cum and then slowly pulled out. A minute later the guy fucking his throat shot down it and Just felt rope after rope draining down his throat. The guy pulled out and plugged Justin's nose and made him swallow. The guy in his ass pulled out and Justin felt so empty they both got dressed talking to each other but not to Justin. Then Just felt something really thick as his anus and lots of pressure and a minutes later a fat but plug slipped in Justin and it felt amazing. The guy did not say anything as the two guys talked all the way to to the door and then Justin felt his wrist being unfastened and the guy said, don't fucking move until you hear the door close. Two minutes later the door closed and Justin collapsed on the bed with his blindfold still on. Justin slipped off the blindfold and rolled off the bed. His ass was so full, he walked to the living room where the computer was up and he could see BBRT was up and Mark had been imming Dan the guy who put the butt plug in, he could see that was the last thing typed. Just read the IM's. Dan - Mark the kid is one horny little slut. Mark - I knew this one was gonna be a good one. Dan - Don't get me wrong the kid still needs training but he has started calling me Sir! Justin went to scroll down and the screen closed. Fuck, he quickly signed and and the im was gone. He looked for Mark and could not find him but there was a message from Mark. Hey boy, sounded like you were backing out so I sent my buddy Dan over to help you and make sure you gave up that pretty little whore ass of yours. Let me know how it went! Justin sat there and thought wow this was an amazing night and just about the time he was going to reply a private message came up. The message read: Need cum dump bottom for a party downtown on the weekend. Just a hot boy ready to take loads all night. Party favors will be given to the little slut who gets picked. Let use know if you would like to be in the running! You must be able to take large dicks and lots of cum! Justin felt his dick tingle but did not get hard and he started playing with it trying to get hard. Felt amazing but it was still soft. ........

I had a very intense sexual relationship with my dad for 19 years. He raised me and made me the pig I am today. Best time of my life

8. “So pig the only choice you get tonight is whose cock do you want to sit on first. Now I know you love how my dick feels in your cunt but this is about proving what a whore cunt you are, so loyalty won’t win you any points.” I stood now in the center of the circle surrounded by six men including Sir. They all sat looking at me, their legs spread wide, slowly stroking their cocks. Sir had collected all types of me. Directly next to Sir sat a massively built black man, he had the sort of body that I would have expected from a football player. His thick cock glistened with precum, and made my mouth water. Next to him was a thin twinky looking guy, maybe 25, with sandy blond hair, long thing limbs, and a cute angular face. The only body hair he had was a small brown tuft right in the middle of his chest between his two pierced nipples. His cock however was a god damn baby arm, and as I looked at him he shook it at me. Beside the twink was the quintessential daddy. Salt and pepper hair, slight gut, thick dark body hair all over him, and a fat uncut cock that almost looked wider than it was long. Then came the short Hispanic guy. Stocky and muscular, with an angular face, and broad brown nipples, he was playing with the ample foreskin that hid a broad looking mushroom head. The last guy was a handsome square jawed all American looking guy probably in his late 20’s maybe early 30s. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his carefully sculpted body sported thick brown hair that was carefully groomed to show off his muscles best. He pulled the foreskin down over the head of his cock and licked his lips as I looked at him. I wanted all of them, I wanted all of them right then! I couldn’t choose. “Well boy, take a fucking seat already,” Sir barked, and I panicked. I turned and presented my ass to the Hispanic guy. He grabbed my waist with rough hands and guided my ass towards his hard cock. I heard him spit on his cock quickly, not that my hole really needed any more lube, and then I felt his cock head press against me. My hole bloomed open with no problem. I swallowed his cock and quickly found myself sitting square on his lap, his pubes ticking my ass cheeks. I started to bounce. The Hispanic man growled his appreciation as the other men started to egg me on. I slammed my ass up and down, and soon the sticky squelching sound from my cum filled hole was the only thing I could hear. Just as I started to lose myself in the rhythm of riding this man’s cock he shoved me off. I lost my balance and stumbled towards the beefy black man. He caught me by the shoulders, spun me around and dropped me onto his nearly foot long cock. I gasped a little as it slammed past my second hole reaching right up into my guts. Again, I started to ride, using all of the strength in my legs to lift my ass up as high as I could on his cock. I flexed my tired cunt muscles around his meaty shaft trying to milk the cum from him. And again right when I was really starting to feel the flow he pushed me off and sent me to the next guy. They all had a turn like this, grabbing me and pulling me to them, making me ride their cocks and then shoving me back into the middle of the circle. I was nothing but a toy to be shared. Sometime around the twink shoving his cock in me for the second time I realized that I had drifted into a new headspace. I had lost the real lust for any kind of satisfaction for myself, all I wanted was to make them feel good. I had, without realizing that I had done it, accepted that this was my real role in life. I was a cumdump sure, but more than that, I was a faggot cunt. My whole purpose was to get men off, to give them sexual pleasure. My cock was no longer hard in the cage but the pouch of my jock was soaked through with precum. I was happier than I had ever been. I hadn’t noticed the jock getting down on the floor till the twink pushed me up and told me to ride the jock. I squatted over him, feeling my hole gape open as I did. I sat down on his uncut cock and started to grind on it hard. I felt a hand push me forward so I was flat against the jock with his cock lodged deep inside me. There was a pressure on my hole and looking over my shoulder I saw the daddy trying to get his cock in alongside the jock. After all the abuse my hole had taken over the past two days it really didn’t take much before my hole gave out and swallowed the daddy as well. I whimpered into the jock’s shoulder, my body going slack in his arms. I gave myself over to being destroyed as the daddy started to hammer my hole. “Fuck I’m gonna cum. You want this dirty load cunt?” the daddy shouted and he pounded me. “Yes please Sir! Breed me.” “Here you go bitch,” He slammed balls deep inside me and shot his load all over the jocks quivering dick deep inside my guts. The daddy pulled out and I made to get up but felt another hand on my back. It was the black guy. Using the daddy’s load a lube he started to double fuck me as well. “Im gonna bred your stupid cunt. Fucking take my seed.” Then came the twink, then the Hispanic guy, and the Sir, all of them double fucked me with the jock and he held me in place and added their load to my ruined pussy. After Sir pulled out the jock smiled at me. “Get on all fours boy.” My body was sore and stiff, but I sat up and scrambled onto my hands and knees. The jock got up off the floor and knelt behind me. He started to probe my hole with his fingers, I think he started with three. He soon had four inside me working me open. Then he changed the shape of his hand and started to work his thumb in, his knuckles banging against my hole. The six big cocks that had all just been inside me had really broken my hole down and without much effort my hole suddenly swallowed the jocks fist. The men watching around me whooped with appreciation and I gasped, giggled and then pushed myself back on the jock’s fist. “Look at this fucking cunt. You ever been fisted before pig?” “No Sir!” “Damn. This hole really is made for being used if you just took your first fist that easily. You think you can take my cock and my fist boy?” “Please Sir!” “Good answer.” The jock shifted positions behind me to get his cock closer to my hole. He slowly pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed it back in. He did this several more times, making sure to really stretch me with the widest part of his knuckles. It was like riding the plug only ten times hotter. Then I felt him start to push his cock in as well. I groaned and begged. I push my ass back towards him. My body was shaking as the full length of his cock sank into my overstuffed hole. I felt him close his fist around his cock, and then start to fuck his fist inside of me. He was jerking off inside my cunt. I was begging for his load. I needed it. The only thing I wanted out of sex now was to be rewarded for my hard work with loads. The jock did not disappoint. Soon his breathing changed and then with a yell he started to pump ropes of cum inside me. He shook as his orgasm finished and pulled his cock from my hole and then his hand. Sir appeared kneeling in front of me as I half collapsed, no longer being held up by the hand inside me. “Good job pig. We’ll give you a few minutes to rest and then see if any of the boys here want to try anything else with you.” He smiled, grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, before standing up and letting my fall to the floor, an exhausted cum

The other guys took it in turns to fuck me and load me with their own toxic cum, more of Tom's strain as he had made them all. All the while Tom was at my head encouraging me to take it like a man, kissing me, playing with my nipples to distract me from the pain when a new guy entered me the first time. Each time one reached the point of orgasm I felt that relief of warming balm being poured onto my internal wounds. I was calm now and accepting. I knew I would never be the same again and that my life had changed once Tom had entered me. When the five others had loaded me Tom moved to the end again and, without speaking, enter me again. This time our eyes were inseparable as he fucked me. Once again I was caught up in desire for him and suddenly the thought of him and his group pozzing me seemed so perfect and right. Tom was gentler this time and he played my nipples as he fucked me deep and sensuously. The other guys faded into the background. Minutes passed in sublime distraction as Tom's cock moved inside me in a wet mixture of my blood and the toxic cum of six men. I could feel my own orgasm building once more and Tom responded to this and his intensity built. My cock erupted with another big load and that was enough to send Tom over the edge - I felt his beautiful cock pulsing in me and I realised that this was what I had wanted since that first encounter in the pub toilet. Tom's pulsing subsided and he sank onto me and we kissed for a long time. He felched my overflowing hole and kissed me more with the mixed juices. Eventually Tom stood. He took something that looked like a sort of collar out of one of the drawers and fixed it around my neck snugly. 'This will allow me to keep an eye on you', he said. The other guys helped me dress and they all kissed me individually and tenderly. Then one of them drove me home while another rode my bike home for me. I fell into bed as I was, completely exhausted. The next few days I had swings of feeling completely panic-stricken that I had been fucked by toxic poz guys interspersed with feelings of emptiness and desire for Tom. Tom had insisted that I didn't go to the bike meet till he had seen me again, but said that might not be for some weeks, but I'd know when the time was right. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew it had something to do with the collar I was wearing. It had some sort of electronic device and there was a small green LED. I carried on with life as normally as I could, though sleep was hard. I wanted to see Tom and then I'd think what a fool I had been and I felt an idiot. Seventeen days after I'd seen Tom last I woke feeling particularly groggy. My throat was sore and I felt hot. My bed was wet from sweating in the night. When I passed a mirror I saw the greed LED on my collar was showing amber - 'what the fuck!' I thought. Throughout the day I deteriorated and began to realise I was probably embarking on seroconversion. That night was bad, major sweats and aching all over. I struggled to get any sleep at all, but eventually fell to sleep as the sun was rising. Shortly after, I woke to find I was not alone. Tom was standing over me. I was struggling to make any sense and he said 'Don't worry Greg, I'm taking you from here'. Three of the other guys were with Tom and together they got me out of the flat and into a van. I was barely conscious when they took me out the other side and I recognised the stableyard. They took me to a room off the barn and laid me on a bed. Tom removed my collar and I could see that the LED was now red - it had been radio-transmitting my body temperature and pulse rate to him. Tom told me he was a trained paramedic and he inserted a canula in my arm and attached a drip. I had a peculiar cold feeling followed by a deep warmth running through my veins as the flow started. Tom pushed my hair off my face and said 'Don't worry now Greg, I'm going to make you comfortable'. I drifted into a deep sleep, only knowing later that the drip contained saline to keep me hydrated and diamorphine to sedate me and help with the pain.. I drifted in and out of conscious thought, but every time I woke Tom was there and I could see his eyes. I had no idea of passing time until I suddenly awake in intense pain, not knowing what was happening to me. I was strapped to the bed and one of the guys, Chris, was working on me. He was tattooing my abdomen and then my cock in the exact design that the other group members had. Somehow I drifted off again until I was awoken by Chris's next attention to me: he had done the 10 bar piercings to make the ladder on the underside of my cock and he was piercing my glans to put in the ampallang. I had never felt pain like it even through the diamorphine. Unbelievably, my cock was hard as rock and this worried Chris as it was bleeding from the new piercings. Chris told me I would have to cum to lose the erection so the bleeding would stop. He gently massaged my cock and balls and then sweetly began to suck my cock. I was so aroused that I quickly flooded his mouth with my sperm. Tom had walked in as this was going on and he kissed Chris to received my cum in his mouth then he bent down to me and kissed me, sharing my load with me. 'That's your first toxic load', he said. 'And now you're a proper member of our group'. Over the next couple of days the amount of drug they were administering was reduced and I became more aware and was starting to fell less unwell. I was aware that Tom was sleeping with me at night, cradling me in his warm arms and I lay there feeling weak and helpless. The following morning I awoke to feel Tom's erect cock under my balls from behind. Unbeknown to me, he had removed the canula and drip in the night, judging that I no longer needed it. Tom kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck and I could feel the tension in his hot cock between my legs. He whispered 'Are you ready for me again?' and I replied simply 'I want you now'. Tom dived under the sheet and tenderly rimmed my hole, making it good and wet. He turned me onto my front and held me from behind as he slid the warmth of his cock inside me. No sharp piercing ends this time, just normal balls, but his cock entering me felt so completely right and I melted into his embrace. He fucked me in near silence, just our involuntary sounds escaping every so often. My hole clenched longingly against his thrusting cock and my whole being was willing him towards orgasm and that union achieved by receiving his essence inside me. He lit me hard on teh back of the neck, increasing my passion and desire. The tension built and built and he was clutching me tight under my arms and up my shoulders when his orgasm tore through his body and pierced my soul. I came spontaneously as he thrust into me. It was so good to feel him cumming in me again - it had been too long and I had missed his presence inside me so much. With his cock still hard inside me and his demon seed inside me once again he whispered tenderly 'you have experienced your first death now through your seroconversion. You have become mine and I love you. Your ultimate death will also be in my arms at a time of my choosing.' I was completely overwhelmed with feelings of intense love.

Back when I was scoring I had only a couple ask me not to cum in them. One relented when I reminded him of the purpose of fucking which is for the Top to fuck and cum in the hole. The other asshole weaseled out from under me when he thought I was ready to cum, fucked up the fuck for me. Another hole I fucked asked me not to shove it too far up his ass when I came but since I was on his back with him on his stomach I had the control I needed so I was able to hilt it when I shot my load in him.

I still fight taking it raw.. but when you have a top who knows what he is doing and can be very manipulative and can seduce me, I am sure he knows that once he enters my ass with a condom and my hole is stretched open, he has full control over me and more then likely will meet little protest from me if he pulls out, throws the condom in my face and goes back in raw.. when your taking dick and the top has you were he wants you , very hard to fight off what he wants.. as a bottom, you tend to submit and just do as your told in order to get that dick back inside you.