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This first entry is the setup and backstory. This will be a little slow and not really get into the heart of bug chasing/pozzing till later chapters. So don’t go away, that is coming. Also, as always this is fiction, all people are made up and not meant to be anyone in real life. Also, all people are of age and consenting. Chapter 1 - Matt Matt was fidgeting with his phone as he looked out the plane window. His mind racing. He had been dating Amanda for almost a year. It was spring break of their junior year. They started dating after meeting at an end of the year frat party on campus last year. They both stayed in town for the summer. He lived local to the college and his job was there. He definitely needed to keep his job and paycheck. Amanda stayed for a prestigious internship she got for the summer. They dated all summer and by the time fall session started they were committed and monogamous. She started pressuring him to meet “the dads” (her dad and stepdad) around Thanksgiving, but he keep putting it off arguing that he needed to stay local because of his work and be near his parents for the holidays (who also lived near the college). Finally, a few weeks ago she sprang this trip on him. She gave him the you either come and meet my dads or we stop dating ultimatum. Her dad paid for the plane tickets and even told Amanda he’d give Matt the money he’d miss out from work (the second part of which he rejected out of pride). He didn’t want to lose her, he liked her a lot, not loved but he figured that was coming. He did tell her he loved her, but just so she didn’t feel awkward when she said it to him. So he had no choice but to agree. That’s how he found himself flying across the country from the northeast where he had lived his whole life. In fact he had never been more than 3 hours drive from home. And here he was minutes from landing in Southern California, San Diego to be exact, to meet the dads. Her dad, Thomas, was in his late 40s and very successful entrepreneur. He owned lots of different business and had a ton of investments. He had been semi-retired since Amanda went to college. She lost her mom when she was 8, and her dad was single father raising her till he meet Zach when she was 14. Thomas and Zach dated and got married pretty quick. It was rough at first, with Zach being 20 when he came on the scene. But they managed and now with him in his late 20s he was like the cool uncle Amanda never had. He was a professional photographer and from what Amanda said pretty in demand which let him work only a few major shoots a year and still make a ton of money. Matt often heard Amanda joke with her dad, Papa T, that he had “shipped” her off to college across the country so he could retire to live off his millions and travel with his boy toy to exotic places to take pictures. It was all said in good fun, she knew her dad had worked hard for everything he had and cared for Zach, but their relationship was about teasing so it was par for the course for them. This teasing was one of the things that made him nervous. His family were all very cordial and WASPy. You didn’t joke or kid or show disrespect. You did as you were told and worked hard and didn’t complain. He knew his parents loved him and each other, but they never showed it that way or in any real physical way. He was also nervous because of the wealth of her parents. He grew up working class. No college money, that was paid for by financial aid and scholarships and loans. He had to work in high school to get his first car. He had to pay his own bills, hence why he shared a cramped old house with 4 other guys. So, all that wealth was intimidating. But the thing that made the most nervous, was the possibility of them figuring out his secret. See Matt thought he might be bi. He had been attracted to guys for a while. But had never acted on it. Aside from a few jerk sessions and one bj from a buddy he hadn't explored it more. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he just never found a guy he wanted to go further with. And then he meet Amanda, so he decided to close that door while they dated. He did still jerk to gay porn occasionally, but never when Amanda was around or could find out. He knew she would understand if he came out as Bi to her but he didn’t feel the need to rock the boat for something he wasn’t sure about. However, he didn’t want the dads to figure it out with their magic gaydar or something. I mean gay guys have that right? So that was is primary worry now as the plane started to land. Amanda grabbed his hand pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked over to her and she gave him a queasy look and squeezed his hand harder. He remembered her saying she was a nervous flyer, especially on takeoff and landing. So he squeezed back and smiled at her. The landing went smoothly and as they were walking off the plane Amanda was now back to herself looked over her shoulder at him as they walked down the aisle. “Don’t worry babe they will love you!” He smiled at her, but the butterflies in his stomach didn’t settle. From there it was a bit of a rush of getting off the plane, getting their bags, and then heading to the meet up spot. Matt was following Amanda when looking around when he heard in a booming voice “Mandy moon get over here and hug me!” “Papa T!!!” Amanda squealed as he flung herself into his arms. He followed the voice and say a tall tan man with golden brown hair scooping Amanda in a hug and squeezing her. He couldn’t see his face but he could tell in addition to being tall, he had a great body. He was in designer shorts, which showed off his muscle thighs and caves, and a polo that showed his big biceps. He didn’t know why but the man seemed to make his cock jump a little. I mean he was attracted to men, but this attraction was more then his typical reaction to a hot guy. Then he looked to the man standing next them and almost went full mast. This man was younger but equally tall man, around 6’3, with light brown skin, dark black hair, dressed in the same type of casual outfit as the other. He too had great leg and arm muscles. He also had a flat stomach and great pecks. But the most attractive thing was his beautiful smile. As the older man, Thomas, released her and Zach scooped her up into a bear hug. “Hey baby girl” he said quieter as he hugged her. “I missed you Papa Z” Amanda replied. As this embrace happened Matt got a better look at Thomas. He was older, but equally as good looking as Zach. He also had a flat stomach and good chest. He had a few more lines in his face around his mouth and eyes (probably the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in a man). Thomas turned his head from looking at his husband and daughter and caught Matt checking him out. Matt blinked and moved to step forward to introduce himself. “Hello sir, I am Matt. It nice to finally meet you” he said as he held out his hand. “Oh stop with that sir shit. Call me Thomas or dad. Also, we hug in this family, so best get used to it now” he said as he pulled him in a strong embrace. Matt made sure to keep it as a straight hug not touching hips, mainly so he would put his half hard dick against his girlfriend’s dad. He was pretty sure that tactic failed because as he pulled away from Thomas, he saw what can only be described as a knowing and mischievous look in those beautiful eyes. “Call me Z, it’s good to meet you” Zach said as he wrapped him in an equally strong hold but this time pulling him in and forcing him to have a full contact hug. And boy did it seem like this guy was packing judging from the bulge he felt against him as they hugged. Which only made his hard on more obvious against Zach’s leg he was sure. He pulled away as quick as he could. “Nice to meet you as well!” Zach replied though with his voice breaking a little. “Enough of the all the hugging and mushy stuff. I need to get home and shower. I have plane dirt on me! Plus I want to get in the pool, pronto. Why did you let me go to school in a place that you can’t go swimming outside till June?” She directed to Thomas. “How else were we supposed to be able to host wild naked orgies pool parties if you stayed on the west coast honey?” He replied straight faced. Amanda laughed hysterically at that, “oh I know better than that Papa T. You two are a boring old married couple.” Thomas put his arm around her shoulder and guided her toward the car park as they bantered back and forth. Zach took her bags and walked beside Matt making small talk as they following behind. The whole time to the car and on the drive to the house Matt had a nagging thought in the back of his mind saying that he was pretty sure Amanda was wrong. He had a feeling that the dads were very much the type to have naked pool party orgies. And it surprised him how much he wanted to be apart of one with them. End of chapter 1. Stay tuned for more.

Chapter 2 - Daddy T Thomas turned over, half asleep and felt the warm sun on his face. He knew he needed to get up, even though they had only gone to bed a few hours ago. They had to be at the airport to pick up his daughter, Mandy, this morning. She was visiting home with her boyfriend. He also knew getting his boy, Zach or Z as he liked to be called. up and going was a laborious task when he had his full 8 hours. It’s near impossible when he had less. The late night was in part due to the impending visit. They knew they won’t have time to play for the next 9 days and they needed to make sure they had some hot fun before they went into the week and a half hibernation. They had found 3 hot twink/twunk boys on sniffies last night and meet up with them at a sleezy motel they often used for stealthing. When the twinks arrived they spent a little time smoking some 420 and had a drink. The next few hours was full of raw fucking and breeding! Thomas is 95% top, so he got 4 holes to deposit his charged seed in. The 3 boys and his husband. His husband was truly vers, so Z got to take all their cocks and deposit his toxic boy seed in the visiting twunks. The visitors were all neg, only one was on prep. None of them knew they were taking toxic cock and cum. When they asked about being “clean” Thomas told them they both were. He smiled as he remembered how easily the stupid twinks accepted that. Each twink got at least one toxic load in them, the two not on prep got 3 each. When they stealth pozzed they always made sure to dump multiple loads so there was the best chance possible to spread the strain. Thomas felt his 9.5 in dick swell at the thought of the twinks leaving full of their toxic cum early this morning. Knowing they were now blocked on the app and ghosted and wouldn’t be able to find them when they tested poz in a few weeks. It made him remember when he first meet Z. They met in a gay bar. Thomas saw Z dancing in only his jock on the dance floor and came up behind him to start dancing with him. This led to them making out and Thomas fingering his boy hole on the dance floor. Which he found was full of cum already. He pulled his finger out and sucked it and tasted the cum from who knows who. “Let go back to your place daddy. You can add your cum to me!” Z wispered into Thomas’s ear. That was all he needed and steered the half naked boy to his car then to his home. Lucky his kid was at her grandparents so he had the house to himself. He hadn’t hookup with guys much since his wife died and not for years before that while he was married. As they made out Thomas examined the boy. The bar was for 21+ only but he suspected the boy was more like 19 or 20 (he later confirmed he was 20). He was as tall as Thomas. Had light brown skin from his mixed Latino and black heritage. He was twinkish but leaning more muscly. And had a juicy fat ass! When thinas pulled the boys jock down he found a huge dick. At least 5 in soft. Thomas had never been with a man with a dick as big or bigger than his own. As they made out and Z’s dick had grown to its full 10in. His dick was just a tad thinner than Thomas’s own, but still thicker than average for sure. The foreplay led to Thomas going balls deep in Z as the boy begged for his big raw daddy dick. The sex was intense. After he dumped a huge load in the boy, Z flipped him over and started eating his ass. He was going to protest but it felt so good and he hadn’t been fucked since college and found he was in the mood to bottom. He was surprised he was able to take the pounding Z gave him. “Fuck daddy take my poz cum!” Z yelled as he came balls deep in Thomas. Thomas wasn’t sure how to feel about taking poz cum. As they laid and cuddled Thomas asked Z if he was really poz and if he was on meds. Z confirmed he was poz and not on meds and a gifter. Z told him he had been pozzed shortly about a year ago. He was chasing it and now he liked gifting. He normally didn’t tell his hookups but figured a guy who let him breed them without even giving him his name was cool with it. Thomas admitted he never even thought about STIs before and never heard of the pozzing kink scene. But it made him hot and hard. Which lead to Z swallow Thomas’s second load that night and what was probably one of his last neg loads. That began a now 7 year relationship (6 of them married) where they loved each other and loved to gift and stealth poz. Thomas was fully hard now thinking of last night and all the years of pozzing and other raunchy nasty piggy kinky sex they had had. He turned to his other side and found Z naked, as always, and slipped his finger in his hole. It was tight again but the cum from last night was in there, so he lined his fat poz cock head up with that boy hole and pushed into him slowly. Trying to see how long he could fuck him without waking him. He got balls deep when a moan came from Z. “Fuck daddy, that feels so good! Work that cum back into me daddy!! Recharge my boy hole with you toxic daddy cum! Please!!!!” That got Thomas going hard and plowing deep. After about 10 minutes of fucking he dumped a huge charged load in his boys tight ass. “Such a good little fag boy to take daddy’s toxic cum! Now get down there and suck me clean as I feed you my piss!” Z jumped down to his softening dick and sucked all the cum and ass juices from it. It took a minute or two for Thomas to start to piss down his boys throat. Feeding him his toxic morning piss. Z being the good boy he was didn’t drop any of it. Just after Thomas finished his piss, Z moved to the top of the bed and shot his huge load all over Thomas’s face. Then licked it off and made out with Thomas sharing the cum with his daddy. “Ok boy, let’s get showered and dressed. We can stop for a coffee and bagel before we go to the airport if we hurry.” “Yes sir! I can’t wait to see Mandy again. Though the hit to our sex life will suck” Z replied as he got up and walked toward the master bathroom and into the huge shower. “I know. We will still be able to fuck just have to be quiet and make sure we don’t get carried away. We can handle 9 days without a negative boy butt to seed.” Thomas replied as he followed him into the marble shower. He laughed when he saw the doubting look on his boys face. They hadn’t gone for than a week without find a third to fuck since Mandy had moved to college. And those week breaks were all occurred when Mandy was visiting home. They were able to get showered and dressed quickly, made it through the drive up at their favorite local coffee shop, and were at the airport pick up area with time to spare. As they waited they checked out all the hot men traveling through the airport. They whispered back and forth pointing out who they’d do and how. They were on the middle of ogling a hot pilot when Thomas spotted Mandy and her beau walking toward them. Neither had seen them yet. Thomas nudged Z “Looks like Mandy likes her men like me. Tall, handsome, and well muscled but not a muscle head. I bet he has a nice tight ass too. And with his build and the way he is carrying himself, I bet he is packing.” ”Oh yea, I’d guess at least 8 in. He looks 6-6’1 but with that build and walk he got that big dick energy. And he is cute as fuck and sexy. He’d look good on my big poz dick as I jerked his big boy meat!” Z replied. ”Stop that. He is dating Mandy, is straight, and you are making me hard thinking about knocking him up. Not that I wouldn’t, but let’s not get raging hard ons in front him when we first meet him ok.” He laughed. Thomas then called to the his daughter and greeted her with a bear hug. As he passed her over to Z he caught this boy, Matt, checking him out. As they made the introduction he pulled him in for a hug and even with Matt trying not to keep his hips back he could tell the boy was chubbed up. As they pulled away he gave a wink to Z over Mandy’s head. Z introduced himself to Matt. Pulling him of a full hug, pushing his bulge against the poor boy I am sure. I gave Z a look conveying I knew what he was doing over Matt’s head. He smiled dangerously and I knew what he had in mind. Luckily I wore tight underwear today so mY monster didn’t have the room to respond. Mandy made a comment about wanting to get home due to airport yuck and then about me sending her away to college in an area with poor pool weather out east. I teased her back about naked pool orgies, which she had no clue were a big part of our lives. This led us into our familiar teasing banter as we headed toward the parking garage. When we got home and the kids took their luggage to Mandy’s room, Z whispered in my ear as he hugged me from behind “We might just have found the neg hole we are going to poz this week after all. I bet anything that boy is at least bi and is a big pig bottom, even if he doesn’t know it yet himself.” Thomas just hummed in possible agreement as he walked to the kitchen to start lunching thinking Z may just be right. They’d have test just how straight this boy was. Hope you all like this chapter. More to come, stayed tuned.

Chapter 2 I wake up and feel a hard cock in my ass and find Tom slowly fucking me. Sensing I’m awake, his pace increases. He whispers in my ear that he so wants to own my fucking ass. He wants to know that he’s pozzed me with his seed, marking me for life as his. My caged cock is straining to respond but I’m unable to get hard. I so want his strain I tell him as I concentrate on being his ass toy. He starts to drill me, pulling out and pounding back into me. With each pass of his cock on my ass, he makes sure his scraped PA drags against my swollen ass lips drawing fresh blood from each scrape. He tells me my hole is so fucking hot as it swollen and distended. Tom pulls out and replaces his cock with four fingers. His nails dig into my tunnel as he stretches and scratches my hungry hole. I’m scraping your hole, making it bleed so my poz cum infects if it hasn’t already, he tells me. I feel the scrapes and wince with the pain, but I need this. Tom has given me so many loads this past week and surely he’s been successful. With his Cuban friends all sharing the same toxic strain I just want to be part of these poz brothers. Tom’s cock is back at my hole, and he slams into me and pummels my hole with a renewed purpose. He wants to rip me and tear me as he fucks me, purposely missing and scraping as his cock forces its entry. After a few minutes of taking him like he’s a rapid beast, Tom pulls out and flips me on my back. He wedges a couple pillows under my ass. His mouth finds my hole as he licks my open gash. He sucks on my cunt, pulling it into his mouth. Suddenly his teeth bite into my prolapsed hole, causing me to scream out as the pain of his bite hits me. In one swift stretch, his cock is back in my hole as his cock repeatedly attacks my hole burning hole. Tom tells me my hole is a bloody mess and ripe for his toxic load. He tells me he’s going to deliver a massive load for my ripe cunt. Tom has absolute huge loads and he’s not holding back. As he roars his cock starts pumping and I’m always amazed by the sheer volume. This is no exception, and I count at least 14 contractions as he spews load after load into me. As his cum delivery slows, Tom is still as hard as fuck. He is dripping sweat heavily but, he takes a deep breath and starts fucking me again. My ass is leaking, and I hear it squelching as he fucks my drenched hole. Tom leans into me and kisses me deeply as his breeding mission continues unabated. He pulls up and my mouth is open in sheer rapture of his prowess. Tom hawks up a huge load of spit and drools it into my mouth. I moan as he continues delivering spit to my mouth as he sucks deep to gather more snot for my ravenous appetite. I greedily swallow every drop. Tom straightens up and looks at his cock fucking my hole, telling me how he’s churning and frothing my fuck hole. His torment of my hole goes on for another 5 minutes. Sweat is dripping from his face and chest. Tom grabs my throat and squeezes as his pace quickens. I feel my face flush as his grip intensifies. He pounds with a roughness of a steed marking his territory. Tom groans as he screams out jettisoning another load in my wrecked hole. This second load may not be as huge as the last, but I know he is once again flooding me as I feel the cum escaping from my hole. Tom collapses on top of me, exhausted from fucking me for the last 45 minutes. As his cock slips from my hole my hole starts squirting cum as my ass muscles spasms from the intense breeding I’ve had. Tom slides off me to my side and in just a few minutes I hear his soft snore as he passes out. I shove my hand in my ass, scooping up a load of cum and lick my hand clean. I find myself shoving my hand into my open ass and scraping more to help in my conversion. Licking my hand clean, I taste Toms distinct cum flavor tinged with a hint of a metal in what I assume is blood from my destroyed hole. I’m so content and thinking I hope Tom was successful in converting me tonight. I drift off, knowing I’ve been such a cum dump these past 10 days and happy with everything happening to me in this new chapter in my life.

Part 8 I was in the clouds but calm at the same time. Joe pulled out of me and the two of them began kissing. I tried to watch but was floating in the clouds. I heard a buzzing sound and they broke off their kiss. James looked at his phone. "Looks like he is here." James typed on his phone and went back to kissing Joe. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. James got up and walked to the door. I heard it open and then close. "Thanks for inviting me. What do we have here?" I heard clothes hitting the floor. "Our soon-to-be newest brotherhood member. He's taken several of our toxic loads and just got a blood slam." "Good. We gotta make sure it takes." I felt the bed shift and felt hands moving over my body. Then, I saw him above me. His face was older and gaunt. He was staring down at me. His gaze was intense. "These two sluts are part of my line. I'm always excited to add another slut." He bent down and started kissing me. His tongue darted into my mouth. The heat from his mouth and tongue were overwhelming. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled back. Our mouths broke our kiss and he stared intently into my eyes. He moved up. I saw his chest tattoo. He had a giant scorpion that covered his entire chest. The stinger had six droplets next to it. He moved his chest closer. "Kiss the scorpion. Don't miss the stinger. We will be adding another droplet after tonight." I started kissing his chest. The need to please him overcame me. I kissed the entire length of his stinger and then kissed each droplet. Then, I kissed the empty space where a new droplet would be added. He pulled back and moved up again. His cock was inches away from my face. His cock was long and looked angry and his balls hung very low. "Suck my deathstick." He moved his cock closer. I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip of his cock in. I closed my mouth and began to lick and suck the head. I was immediately rewarded with some precum. It was salty and felt like boiling liquid. "Yeah slut. Savor my death juice before my cock goes into your throat." I ran my tongue through the slit trying to get every drop of his precious precum. I was rewarded with moans. He started to push his cock further in my throat. I ran the tongue around the underside of his cock and he continued to push. I fought back the urge to gag and accepted him into my throat. His cock wasn't overly long or thick but it was perfect size for my mouth and throat. He pulled back slightly and then pushed back into my throat. He put his hands on both sides of my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth. "Enough of the pregame. Time for the main act." With that, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved his body between my legs. I looked up and saw James and Joe on both sides of my head. They were looking down at me and smiling. Poppers were put under my left nostril. I inhaled deeply, held a few seconds and exhaled. It was immediately moved to my right nostril. I inhaled and held again. It was moved back to my left nostril. I exhaled and immediately inhaled and held it. At that moment, I felt his cock push firmly into my well-used fuckhole until he was completely in me. His cock felt like a molten steel rod in my ass. I exhaled. He held still for a moment, pulled about halfway out, and then pushed in again. Again, he for a moment and then started to slowly fuck me. He grabbed each of my ankles and held them on his shoulders. He took long slow strokes. I was enjoying the raw cock fucking me. Above me, James and Joe were kissing each other. I looked back at my raw breeder and saw his intense gaze on me. He looked like he knew what he wanted and was intent on taking it. His strokes began to speed up. "I have a seven day toxic load saved up for you, slut. There is no escape for you and nothing you can do from getting my death seed." He continued to speed up. His strokes became shorter and more desperate. "Here comes my death seed." He slammed into me and held still. I could feel each spurt of his cum hitting deep inside me. It feel like boiling liquid inside me. At that moment, I felt it. My limp cock began to cum. "Uhhhhhhhhh. Thank you, Sir." "Ooooh. Look at that. I think he enjoyed getting my toxic load." He reached inside my jock and scooped up some of my useless load. He stuck it in my open mouth and I licked his fingers clean. James immediately bent down and kissed me. More cum was scooped up and rubbed on each of my nipples. James withdrew from kissing me and started sucking one of my nipples as Joe sucked the other. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I felt my breeder's cock start to pulsate inside me. It had only softened slightly and now it was getting hard again. Instead of fucking me, he pulled out. James and Joe had stopped sucking me. I was disappointed. I looked down to see what happened. James handed something to my breeder but I could tell what it was. Then I felt something going into my ass. It was rough. I felt it scraping inside me. It was uncomfortable. Then it stopped. He held it up. It was a toothbrush. The bristles were pink. "Look at that my poz sons. Perfect color." He dropped the brush and he immediately shoved his hard cock back in me. It hurt. "Poz him, my poz father. Poz him Aaron." With that, my breeder grabbed my ankles, pulled them together and held them firmly. He started fucking hard. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. His heavy balls were slapping against me as he drove his deathstick hard into me. "Look at all that red on my cock. It's inevitable." I was starting to come out of the clouds as the assault continued without mercy. I was enjoying this. A smile came across my face. I was where I was meant to be. Becoming a poz cumdump. "Looks at that sons. He is happy to be part of our family." I was overwhelmed with euphoria and gratitude. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sirs for bringing me into your family." "mmmm. Here comes your final initiation." With that, he slammed into me. Spurt. My limp cock came as the first spurt hit deep inside me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. My cock kept cumming with each spurt. "Oh yeah. He's cumming and milking my deathseed out of me." He released my ankles and bent in and started to aggressively kiss me. I returned the kiss. He pulled back. "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth. All three leaned over me and spit into my open mouth. "Swallow." I closed my mouth, smiled, and swallowed. "Such a good slut. Now is the time to give him another blood slam and continue the pozzing party."

Spring is here (in this part of the world) and the beast within me has erupted. I'm usually thinking about cocks and arses but being on spring heat means it's 100% of the time. nuts are working loads up overtime. As I get older it doesn't seem to diminish, if anything the opposite. anyone else more on heat than usually? what are you doing to satiate your needs?

My man and I recently had family visit for an extended period and we were desperate for a chance to fuck so we decided to visit the local bar with a darkroom. We got there and relaxed for a bit, grabbed a drink and looked at the eye candy. We decided to visit the darkroom and play by ourselves. Once downstairs we went to the maze where I sucked my man for a while to get him hard and slicked up. When he decided he was ready he ordered me into the sling. He started out by giving me a lot of long slow strokes, really torturing me with as horny as I was. It was then that he decided to start pounding me using the motion of the sling, and I know I was moaning like crazy. He kept on at me for around 10 minutes before He ordered me to move to the fuck bench where he strapped me down and went back to the long slow strokes on me. This is where the our plans for the night, and playing by ourselves, changed as the next thing I know a guy was suddenly there with his dick at my face asking to join. This guy honestly had one of the thickest cocks I have ever seen in person or in porn. My man just said "suck him". What else is a good bottom to do but follow his man's orders? Next thing I know my jaw is stretched to the max while this thick beast is sliding down my throat. I'm now being spit roasted as this guys are using me nice and slow. I have no idea how long I was there but it seems like the two of them decided to simultaneously start face fucking me and pounding my ass. I'm in heaven having never felt so full in both ends and leaking precum like crazy. After a good while of this I couldn't take the combination of being spit roasted and my dick sliding around the bench on my precum, and I blew a huge load. They did not stop. After a good while of being spit roasted the guy getting sucked asked if he could rim me. My man pulled out and offered him my hole, and started sucking him while he ate my hole. This man went to fucking town, I think his tongue about hit my teeth. Eventually my man moved to my face and I feel the rimming stop. As my man slides his cock into my throat I feel a blunt pressure start on my hole before I start to be stretched wide fucking open. My man is well above average in both length and girth, but my hole has never taken a dick so thick and wasn't sure if I could. My man started ordering my to take it and telling me I was doing such a good job. Next thing I knew, I felt their balls resting against my ass and hear my man say "now fuck him" before they both went to town on me. After about ten more minutes the guy in my hole says he isn't ready to cum yet, and asks if we want a turn at his hole. Happy to return the favor they unstrap me before we move over to the sling. My man and I take the time to take turns lubing and loosening him up while we blow him. Once I slid in his home we would fuck for around 5 minutes each rotating back and forth on his hole while the other was being sucked my the guy in the sling. We finally reached a point where my man pulled out of him, order me to slide in, and the next thing I know he is pushing back into my hole. I've become the middle man in this three way again In a completely different way. He is pounding me hard and fast, and it was too much for me. I start blowing my second load of the night into this guys hole, and then I hear my man groan "oh fuck yeah, take this load" as he breeds me. We all start coming down from there, and between a little after action chat we get thanked for a good start to his night. He decides to stay in the sling now that he has my load in him to see if he can get some more. For my man and I we decided to wrap up the evening there 😁

Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

I found this guy on Grindr. His profile said he was a hypnotist. I had a hypnosis kink since I was young. His profile also said he was poz, but I decided not to worry about that if I was just getting a hypnosis demonstration. As soon as I met the guy in the hotel room, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He was so hot. "I'm going to hypnotize you now." he said. I nodded my head in agreement. His eyes immediately began to change colors in rainbow spirals. I opened my eyes wide in surprise, thinking he was gonna use a cliché pocket watch, but this guy was supernatural. Widening my eyes just made me fall under his spell harder and faster. "You are mine now boy", he said. "I'm yours Daddy." I replied. He grinned evilly. Before I knew it, we were both naked, and he was lubing up his cock. He slid his lubed fingers in my butt. I moaned. "You are a slut. You Love to take loads deep in your butt" he said. "I am a slut, I Love to take loads deep inside my butt." I repeated. He grinned evilly and slid his dick slowly up my butt. I moaned. "Now here comes the really impressive part. I am going to turn you into a bugchasing slut. You're going to get my HIV in your butt, and you will remain my poz cumdump" he said. Part of my brain panicked. I didn't want to catch anything! I squirmed underneath him, but he just looked deeper into my eyes, the colors intensifying. It felt so good to have his bare cock fucking me. With a *ping* my brain unlocked a hidden part of me that I was afraid to admit before: I am a bug chaser. Suddenly, I was begging for his poz load. "Please Daddy, cum in my butt. I really want to feel Daddy's poz load deep inside of me. Please give me HIV Daddy. I WANT THE BUG IN MY BUTT!!!" I yelled. Daddy grinned wider than he ever did before, he knew he was gonna get to poz that ass up. He fucked me roughly and wildly, grinning from ear to ear with his tongue out like a demon. " You're going to get my viral load whether you like it or not. I can't hold on much longer..." Daddy teased. "Please infect me sir! I need your HIV. Please give me your seed deep inside my butt!!!" I yelled as I spread my legs as wide as they would go missionary style. Daddy gave a few more thrusts, then he said "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" and with that, he began to shoot ropes and ropes of toxic cum deep inside of my neg butt. "I'M CONVERTING YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "FUCK YEAH DADDY, CONVERT MY NEG BUTT!!!" I yelled back. I squeezed all of Daddy's dirty cum deep inside my butt, but Daddy came so much, that there was still poz cum overflowing my butt. Daddy put a butt plug in my ass to keep his cum inside of me. "You're my poz cumpdump forever now you stupid faggot" Daddy said, holding me tight. "Yes Daddy." I replied obediently. THE END

i outgrew human sized penis as satisfying some time ago. And as i continue to get looser they get harder to feel. I have had tops describe fucking me as feeling like "fucking an open window" or "throwing a hotdog down a hallway," etc. I've also had many of them just jerk off inside me, though i have found a subset of tops get off on being in a hole so loose and used they can barely feel it. Horsecocked guys l;ove being in me because they know I can take it and the rough plowing they give. Foe me to feel fully satisfied morte than jsut a guy's penis needs to be inside me

He steers me up the stairs from his fingers up my ass he has three worked in me and I can feel the cum leaking from my ass we enter the bedroom. On the bed is a rock hard Adonis, baseball cap, shoulder length brown haired blue eyed himbo of a man. “Hey Peter, looks like you brought us a toy today” he growls grinning at me. ” I’ve been holding a hot stream for you.” Peter, my letter skinned daddy leads me onto the bed. It’s completely covered in rubber and the Adonis infront of me in a black rubber unitard his beefy cock hanging out infront of me. I’m drooling and can’t even speak I just need that cock. I look to the gym brat for permission begging silently to be let loose on his gorgeous cock. He hardly nods and I am diving head first under his crotch. He smells like sweat and piss and cum and the rubber slick and wet already. I roll onto my back and have him mount my mouth with his balls on my face my view of his assless chaps and his hairy ass bouncing above me. It’s not long before he is hard and filling my throat. At this point Peter is stretching my hole open. HE has two fingers from each hand and he’s stretching my ring open while his friend fucks my throat relentlessly. I’m reaching a new height, My booty bump from the car and the G crashing into each other inside me. I think we should keep this train wreck going Peter says. “I’m gonna fill his cunt with Chem piss you do the same down his throat. “ “I’ve been high for days this piss alone will charge him for a week, haha and I know you are always potent . But let’s just make sure this slut feels the collision.” he hands Peter another shard. “Here fuck this into the slut while you fill him.” Then he takes a long rip off his bong takes me by the neck and pushes the air down my throat - I choke on it and he laughs - “one more boy then it’s back down on my cock.” The second run is much smoother. And I exhale a massive white cloud as he pushes his dick back into my mouth - At the same time I feel Peter finally sink his rock hard cock into me. I feel the shard rip and burn as it is pushed in by his massive member.” Mmmmmm fuck yeah this bitch is ready. “ With that I feel my ass heat and swell as Peter starts to fill my guts with his piss. I’m moaning like a banshee, and can’t help but to fuck myself on him. Peter slaps my ass and tells me not to move and Adonis strattled me and pins my hips open with his feet one kee on both sides and his hands pinning my wrists above my head. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up to his dick “You stay still now while we use you as our urinal.” He squeezes my jaw till I open my mouth and puts his dick in. Instinctively I start to make out with it - sucking and moaning - he pulls out and slaps me with his dick. “I said don’t move slut “ Then he puts his dick back on my tongue and I feel the stream start, it wells in my mouth and I get to taste it. Before I start to gulp it back down. Both men pouring their Chem piss into me - I drink as much as I am able before he pulls his dick out and sprays it all over me - I can feel my body absorbing the drugs from their hot loads inside me. I’ve never been this high and I started to go insane. I love every moment of it while the two of them fuck their piss into me. Switching ends and throwing me around like a doll I’m in fucking gleeful heat splashing in the puddle pouring out of me. After both cumming multiple times in and on me, the party slows. They rub The puss and spit and cum as it pours from my ass and mouth. They squeeze my balls and slap my hairy chest finally my bladder releases and my golden fountain pointed up and sprays us all

Part 3 I got back to the hotel. It was 2a. Where did the time go? I was tired but really horny and wired at the same time. I couldn't explain it. I thought about going to sleep but I decided I needed to see if I could find anyone else to breed me. I hopped on the apps and looked for more tops. After searching for a while, I passed out. My alarm went off. It was 10a. I was hungover. I dragged myself out of bed and drank down an entire bottle of water. I douched and showered. I started to feel a little better. I went out and got breakfast at Tim Hortons and headed back to my hotel room. I texted my host from last night. "Good morning, Sir. Thanks for a crazy night." No response. I started thinking about what I would do tonight. If my host from last night responded, would I go back? Would I try to find other PnP tops? Would I go to Steamworks? Did I really want to do another booty bump tonight? Did I really want to smoke again tonight? I never wanted to smoke but I enjoyed it. Did I need it? No but maybe I would just try it again to make sure. My phone beeped. It was a text from last night's host. "Hi slut. Glad you liked it. Interested in buying from me today?" "I probably shouldn't but am thinking about it." "OK. I can't play tonight like we did last night. I could sell you some party favors and show you how to enjoy them now that you are sober." "OK. If I decide to do that, when should I come by?" "Well, let me know if you want that and I will tell you the time." What was I going to do? I shouldn't buy any more. I had the experience and I enjoyed it but I shouldn't repeat it. It wouldn't be a good idea. I should turn him down and just look for bb tops. "I am interested. What time?" "Good. Stop by at 5p" "OK. See you then." What was I doing? I shouldn't do this. I will just tell him later that I am not going to stop by. I went onto Telegram and read through messages. I posted a message on one of the PnP channels about my experience. "Had my first PnP experience last night. I got a booTy bump and then smoked some last night. It was amazing. Turned me into a total tweaked out cumdump last night. Most of the night was hazy but it was so hot. Trying to determine if I am going to repeat." Several people replied. Everyone was encouraging me. A private message popped up. "Where are you located?" "I am visiting Toronto." "Really? I'm in the Toronto area too." "Cool. Do you PnP?" "Yes I do. If you pick up more party favors, maybe we can get together." "What are you into/looking for?" "Total top. Breeding, sweat, piss, spit, rough play" "mmmm. I haven't gotten into sweat, piss or spit yet but I can" "Good. Let me know. My name is Sam" "Thanks Sam. My name is Greg." I checked out the time. It was early afternoon. I went out and got some food to hold me over for the afternoon/evening. I performed another douche in case anything happened this afternoon. My craving for play was growing. My craving to pick up supplies was growing. I should just look for some regular play instead. That will satisfy me. I don't need any different kind of play. I got a message on Grindr. "You looking?" "Yes. I am looking for a bb top. You looking to breed?" "Sure am. Location?" I sent him the name of the hotel. "Cool. I am just down the street. Ready now?" "Yes." "Great. I have a 7 day load for you. See you soon." I hit the poppers. They were nice but they didn't satisfy my craving like they used to. I hit them several more times. My phone buzzed. "I'm just about to walk in. Room number?" I sent him the room number and propped open the door. I got on the bed in doggie and hit the poppers again. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard his clothes hit the floor and heard him walk over to the bed. He slapped my ass and climbed onto the bed. I took two rapid hits of poppers in each nostril and held. He slapped my crack with his now-hard cock. I exhaled. He lubed up his cock and held it at the entrance to my hole. I took a deep hit of poppers in my right nostril and he started to push in. "mmmmm nice fuck hole." He continued to push until he was all the way inside me. I hit the poppers again. I was enjoying them but it didn't seem as satisfying as before. I was thinking back to last night as he started to fuck me. I loved the feeling of that booty bump last night. I realized that my mind was wandering when it needed to be focused on satisfying the top that was fucking me. I focused on his thrusts. I squeezed my fuckhole trying to bring him even more pleasure. I hadn't even focused on his cock. It was definitely above average in length and thickness. It was the size that I love. "On yeah slut, tighten that hole. It's going to make me cum deep in you." I kept squeezing. "Breed me, Sir. Give me your big load." "You got it, slut." He started to fuck hard and fast and then grabbed my hips and pushed hard. I pushed back at him to keep my balance. "uhhhhhhhhhhh" I felt him squirt five times deep in my hole. Each spurt was hitting my prostate. After several minutes, he slowly withdrew. I laid down on my stomach. He slapped my ass. "Thanks slut. I needed that." "Thank you, Sir." He walked back to the door, got dressed and left. I enjoyed the fuck but something was missing. I needed more. Did I need to parTy? I checked the time. I needed to get ready to head over to last night's host. I sent him a text. "Am I still good to stop by for supplies?" "Yep. Bring cash." I called an Uber. I got dressed, grabbed my cash, poppers and lube and headed downstairs. I hopped into the Uber and headed off to meet my host. I don't need to do this. I can change my mind. Maybe I can just do one smoke. Surely, he would let me do one puff and leave. Maybe I can try more. The Uber stopped at his apartment. I got out and walked to the building and hit his buzzer. He buzzed me in and I went to his apartment and knocked. He let me in. This time, his apartment was fully lit. I looked around. It was pretty nice. Nothing too fancy but everything was clean and bright. "Welcome. Follow me." I followed him back to the room from the other night. The room was brightly lit now. The mattress was still on the floor. There was no drug paraphernalia on the floor this time. The sling was still setup. He led me over to the table that was next to the sling. There were a few glass pipes and baggies on the table. "I have some supplies for you. I have some baggies with different amounts and sizes of shards. Since you are new, I recommend the baggies that have several smaller shards. This will let you pace yourself better." "I don't know what I am doing." "It's fine. I will show you. How many baggies do you think you might want?" "I guess it depends on the cost." He told me the price for each baggie. It seemed like a fair price but I didn't know. "Think I can buy two of the baggies?" "Sure thing and I will throw in a glass pipe and lighter." I handed him the money. "OK. I know you aren't local. Do not try to smuggle this across the border. If you do and you get caught, do not lead them back to me. Got it?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Now let me show you how to smoke this." He opened one of the baggies and pulled out a small shard. He grabbed one of the pipes and lighter and handed it to me. He showed me the process. I inhaled deeply, held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I was already starting to feel my purpose. "Looks like you enjoyed that. I am glad. Feel like you know what to do?" "mmmmm Yeah. I do." "OK. Good. You have my number whenever you need more but remember what I told you about trying to smuggle it across the border." I was fuzzy but I remembered. "Yeah. I remember." "OK good. Have fun." "Thanks." I called an Uber and headed downstairs to meet it. Once it arrived, I got in and headed back to the hotel. I was wired but relaxed. I was horny. The need to be a cumdump continued to grow more urgent. I got into my room and got naked. I placed the supplies on the nightstand. I got on Telegram and sent a message to Sam. "I picked up some supplies." He responded. "Cool. Want some raunch tonight?" "Yes Sir. I do." "OK. Can you travel?" "Where?" He sent me his address in Mississauga. "I should be able to get an Uber there." "Good. How about 8p tonight?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Bring your supplies and be ready for fun." I had less than an hour before I had to get an Uber. I freshened up and got my supplies together. Soon after, I jumped into an Uber and headed out. My mind was racing. Should I be doing this? This could be a setup. Maybe he is law enforcement. Maybe I should just turn-around and head back. Maybe this will be a crazy-fun night. What if I need this kind of night all of the time? Then what? Maybe it can just be something that I do when I come to Toronto. Why am I so horny? Is this how it will always be? What's wrong with feeling this way? Just enjoy yourself. Finally, the Uber pulled up in front of a house and I got out. It was a small house. It was run-down. The paint was peeling on the house. The shingles were very weathered. There was assorted junk outside. The shades were all closed. I walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and I was greeted by a very rough looking guy with very short hair. He was about my height and looked very thin. He was wearing a robe that wasn't fully closed. He was naked underneath. "Come on in." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Inside, the house appeared ok but it smelled of smoke, pot, piss, and cum. "Follow me to the playroom." I walked behind him as he led me through the living room and down the hall. We came to a door and he opened it and went in. It was a stairway that led downstairs. I was getting nervous. We were heading down to a basement. My mind was screaming for me to leave but I followed him down. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I could see that the basement had been converted to a playroom. There was a fuck bench to the side and a sling hanging from the rafters. There was a table setup which had various items on it. There was drug paraphernalia. There was a gas mask. There were various restraints along with various butt plugs and dildos. In one of the corners, it looked like a shower stall was installed. There were no walls, just a showerhead with attached douching attachment and a drain. There was a toilet next to the shower. "Strip and put your supplies on the table." I stripped down to my jock. I pulled my poppers, pipe, lighter, and baggies out of my pocket and placed them on the table. He walked over to me. He was naked now and I was able to get a better look at him. He was barely more than skin and bones. He had no hair on his body and a very short haircut. He had various tattoos on his body. He had biohazard tattoo on his chest and a scorpion tattoo on his hip. His cock wasn't hard but was at least 6 inches. His balls were large and were hanging very low. He walked over to me and rubbed his boney hands over my chest and back. His hands moved down my back and squeezed my ass. He walked over to the table and looked through what I brought. "Not bad for a beginner. Should be beyond beginner level by the time you leave. Suck my cock while I prepare." I immediately got down on my knees and reached out to his cock. I grabbed it and stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I moved closer and started to take it into my mouth. He twitched as I started to lick around the head. I continued to lick the head and started to lightly suck the tip. His cock started to swell and grow in my mouth. I tried to take it as deep in my mouth and throat as I could. His cock grew harder the longer that I sucked. I heard him take a deep inhale, hold, and exhale. "Decent shit." He pulled his cock out of my mouth and handed me the pipe and lighter. I lit the pipe and inhaled deeply. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. The need to be a cumdump started to grow again. "Again." I repeated with the pipe. My head started to spin. "Again." I didn't think I could do another but I did another hit. "Again." I was really feeling it but I did another hit as he wanted. He put his hand out and I handed him the pipe and lighter. I was still kneeling and was lost in the high from the hits when I felt it. Something was being put around my neck. I couldn't figure out what it was at first and then I felt it get pulled. It was a collar. He was pulling me by a leash that was attached. I crawled as best as I could behind him as he continued to pull me. Then, we stopped. We were in the shower stall area. He was standing in front of me. His cock inches away from my mouth. "Open your mouth and close your eyes." I opened my mouth and was ready to suck him again. Then I felt it. A hot liquid was hitting my face and going into my mouth. "Drink my chempiss." I instinctively started to swallow as fast as I could as more of his hot piss went into my mouth. I am not sure if I enjoyed the taste of his piss or not. All I knew is that I didn't care. He stopped peeing and stepped forward and stuck his cock in my mouth. I immediately started sucking again and he moaned. He put his hands on both sides of my head and started to fuck my mouth. His cock grew larger and he started to force it into my throat. I was relaxed and his cock went into my throat. He started to fuck my face harder and I could feel his cock banging against my throat. Then, he abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pulled the leash and I followed behind him. He stopped at the fuck bench and released the leash. "Get on." I climbed up on the fuck bench and rested my arms on the rests. He walked away and I heard him gathering items from somewhere. He returned and grabbed my right ankle. He attached a cuff to my leg and pulled it slightly. I heard the sound of metal being fastened. He moved over to my left ankle. I tried to move my right leg but found that it didn't move far. He had attached the cuff to the bench. He finished with my left leg. It was now secured to the bench as well. He walked around in front of me with his cock right in front of my face. I opened my mouth. He stepped forward and stuck the head of his cock in my mouth. I started sucking. He grabbed my right arm and secured a cuff around my wrist and then secured it to the bench. He repeated with my left arm. I was now completely secured to the bench. He pushed forward with his cock and grabbed my head again. "Much better." He started fucking my face again. This time, he was rougher. He was pushing his cock harder into my throat. After one of the thrusts, he held still. I was starting to panic. I felt my breath running out. I started to move my arms. He laughed, held still for another moment and then withdrew. I gagged. Tears were running down my face. "mmmmmmm" He immediately grabbed my head and pushed his cock in again. He started fucking my face again. Over and over, his cock abused my throat. Again, he pushed in and held still. I tried to relax but the panic started to increase again. I started to move again but he held still. The panic got worse. Again, he laughed but didn't move this time. I started to get desperate. He pulled out and I gagged again. Tears were continuing to flow down my face. He stepped away. My head was starting to clear. What had I gotten myself into? I started to wonder if I should tell him that I needed to stop. He could keep my supplies in exchange. Then, I felt him pushing something sharp into my ass. He pulled his finger and moved around behind me. He returned in front of me. He held the glass pipe to my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around. He lit it and I inhaled. "Keep inhaling. You can take more." I kept inhaling until my lungs felt full. "More." I tried to inhale more. I thought my lungs were going to burst. He pulled the pipe away and I held as long as I could and then exhaled. Immediately, the pipe was put back in my lips. He lit it again and I inhaled deeply again. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. He pulled back and I held it as long as I could before I exhaled. He stepped away. My head was spinning again and the hunger in my fuckhole started. I was lost in my sensations until I felt him behind me again. I felt his cock at my fuckhole. I heard him spit. "I only use spit or cum for lube." He pushed in hard. It hurt. He immediately started fucking hard. It continued to hurt. He grabbed the leash and pulled back on my neck. The pain continued but it as being overwhelmed by the hunger in my fuckhole. As he continued the assault on my fuckhole, the pain was replaced by pleasure. Thrust after thrust was hitting my prostate. I lost track of time. I don't know if he fucked me for a couple of minutes or for hours. Suddenly, he pulled hard on the leash and slammed deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Each one hit my prostate. After a few moments, he pulled out and moved around to my face. I instinctively opened my mouth. He jammed his cock into my mouth. I could taste the mixture of my ass, his cum, and blood. I licked off all of the juices until he pulled out of my mouth. "Hope you are comfortable slut. If not, oh well. The night is just beginning."

Spoiler alert: the Fucking Skank is me! 🤣 Went cruising to Armley Mills in Leeds once again, riding there on ym bike on a warm spring afternoon. I’d heard from a couple of comments on Squirt.org’s entry for the place that the last couple of afternoons had been busy, so off I went. And oh my god, I think this afternoon I excelled myself. Holy fucking shit I am a fucking skank! Short version – two loads in my ass, two loads in my mouth and something special! Guy #1: The action started almost as soon as I turned up. I got shirtless, and a very hot mixed-race guy wandered by, smoking weed. Mid 20s, good looking, would’ve been sexy lithe if he wasn’t wearing a hoodie. Anyway I followed him to a secluded area where he asked me what I was into – “I just wanna make you cum, man” was my reply – and he whipped out an enormous cock with a pronounced head. Well of course I started sucking it, but at one point I stopped and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He pulled out a condom, but I stopped him. Told him I’m bareback only. It’s fine I’ll keeping sucking you and make you cum that way. Don’t know if it was frustration or something else, but he immediately started to skullfuck me. Properly with one hand on the back of my head and one on the back of my neck so no escape from his thrusts into my throat. I gagged repeatedly but did not try to stop him. This went on for about five minutes. Tears in my eyes at this point when he suddenly pulls out. “Damn, I’m not gonna cum this way.” And so I blurt out, very quickly: “Just fuck me bare man, I’ll make you cum in two minutes, I swear.” Spoken through streams of precum and spit falling from my faggot mouth. He’s been playing with my hole occasionally while he skullfucks, and this seems to tip him over. Wordlessly he spins me round – there is only a quick moment for me to lube up with spit and precum before he shoves into me. True to form, he is not gentle. I am his fucking cock sleeve to cum in, nothing more. Awesome. His girthy 9+ inch cock is too big to be comfortable in my ass. It hurts but I know my place: breathe deep, open up as he’s fucking me. And sure enough, I keep my promise. He unloads a hot load into me, fucks it in there very briefly then pulls out, pulls his trackies up and relights his joint before wandering off. Of course I’m the one who says thank you. Guy #2: I walk away from this encounter straight – flying into a steady jizzjoy – into the gaze of a guy who I think might have seen something of what I just did. Anyway I follow him deeper into the woods, where he gets his cock out and gets me to suck it. He’s not into fucking. He’s black, somewhat chubby and his cock isn’t that big but my mouth is always willing to make a man cum, and so I do here. I should say the jizzjoy hits here, and for various reasons remains throughout the afternoon, as I keep doing things to top up that thrill. Anyway… As I’m working Guy#2’s cock, guy #3 walks up. Guy #2 might have invited him over and he gets his cock out and stands next to Guy #2 to watch. Now I guess I could suck both at the same time, but I am a diligent faggot. Once I’m working on one guy’s cock I want to bring him to completion before sucking another. So I pull down my shorts and offer Guy #3 my freshly fucked ass, tell him its lubed up already, or he can wait til I’ve brought Guy #2 off. He’s not into fucking either so he opts to wait. In time Guy #2 cums down my throat – a fairly normal blow job tbh – and walks off, and I immediately get to work on… Guy #3: Middle-aged white guy, nice 7inch cock, feels good roving across my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. At one point I think he cums, but he tells me he is a very heavy pre-cummer. He’s not kidding. I stop for a bit cos I’ve got cramp in my jaw from sucking, and take to jerking him off for a bit. He precums a massive wad into my hand, so I swap hands and wipe the precum across my body. I love it 😉 Well long story short on this one he doesn’t cum. He takes over wanking himself off and tells me he takes ages to cum. I start to recognise a fellow edger and gooner so I tell him so. This gets him harder and hornier again so I kneel down and take his cock in my mouth again for another big precum wad, but I think he’s up for the long haul. Starting to sweat in the heat, he stops, we chat for a bit, then he opts to take a break out by one of the tables in the park area. Guy #4: I’m barely done there, when guy #4 rocks up. He’s seen the tail end of the action with guy #3 I think, saw my naked ass from afar I think too – not sure, I was busy – anyway, he tells me outright he wants to fuck me, but am I into piss? Yeah I am, I say, but only as a sub. He whips his cock out – it is not hard at all – and there is a bit of a long silence… until I ask: you gonna piss? Yeah. Want me to drink it? Yeah. And so that’s what happens, in the middle of a sunny spring afternoon in Leeds. I get down on my knees. He slides his soft cock into my willing mouth, I close my lips around the shaft and he starts to piss into my mouth. It. Is. Fucking Amazing. I wait for my mouth to fill up completely and start to swallow. And all I can think is: holy fucking shit, boy, you are fucking deranged today! More piss fills my mouth, and down it goes in big swallowing gulps. That warm, salty, sour, sharp, pissy taste fills me up. I get about five full mouthfuls down me before he pulls out, asks if I want him to piss on my body, I say yeah and he does a final small spurt across my chest, shakes his wet pissy cock at me, and puts it back in his trousers. I stand up, bone hard, pull my cock out to jack off hard, so horny from my piss-soaked dirty mouth, tongue hanging out, muttering “fuck yeah thanks man” when he turns tail and walks off. “Might fuck ya later” Something tells me he just wanted to piss down my throat. I’m fucking good with that. By now I fucking stink of sweat, piss, precum and cum I’m sure. And I’ve not even been there an hour. Guy #5: There is a bit of a hiatus, so I take a break by a seat at the top of the park when Guy#5 appears, older, maybe mid-50s. I follow him into the forest, and once again it is no-nonsense. My bike goes against the nearby railings. Cock comes out, goes straight into my mouth as I immediately kneel down. As I suck, he says: show me your ass. I pull down my shorts for him, arch my back and get hopeful. Sounds promising. His cock is about six inches, and as he pulls out of my mouth, he just says “yeah, want that”, so I walk over to my bike by the railings, drop my shorts completely and present my ass. He grabs my hips – I love it when men grip my hips right before the fuck – and puts into me. Like I said earlier, I’m already lubed up. He works himself quickly to a crescendo, and I am praying the prayer of faggot cumdumps everywhere – cum in me cum in me cum in me 😉 Whereupon he abruptly pulls out of me and before I realise what’s going on, he shoots his load into the fucking trees. What the fucking actual fucking fuck?! I stand up. He looks at me, smiles, says thanks, and cleans himself up. “Should’ve cum inside me, man” I say ruefully, watching the cum drip from his fingers. I’d wait for him to fuck off so I can lap it up off the branches or something but I am too disappointed. Oh well, at least I made him cum I guess… Guy #6: All of this is witnessed by Guy #6, who smiles, tells me he only has about ten minutes before he has to go back to work. “Ok” I say “what can I do to make you cum? Wanna fuck me, cos I can’t believe it but that guy just pulled out of me to shoot for fucks sake” Guy #6 laughs, tells me he doesn’t fuck when cruising, so I get down on my faggot knees to blow him. This guy is also a bit chunky, white guy, early 40s maybe, but he smiles down at me as I work his 7 to 8 inch cock. Hiss rhythm isn’t so much skullfuck as glide steadily from lips to back of my throat and back to lips, a guiding hand on the top of my head. I gag several times during this process but do not stop. I look up and give him a wink, he smiles as if to say ‘good boy’. After about three or four minutes of this, he shoots into my mouth and throat, and I blink back more tears in my eyes cos I think my stupid mouth is just about knackered with all this sucking. But another load down my throat is all good. I swallow it to join the previous cum and that guy’s piss. Fuck yeah. Guy #7: I’m about done, and there’s another hiatus, so I think maybe to get going and cycle home, when BRRRRRP comes a Grindr message. I check it out and it’s a guy who lives about a kilometre away from the cruising area. I’ve been fucked by him before, and he never disappoints. Mid 20s, tattooed, sexy as fuck, but he doesn’t think of himself that way. I do. Anytime he taps me up, I don’t care if I’m shattered or if I’ve been used by multiple men – which today, I am now both – I will cycle up to the top of that fucking hill to give him my ass. Sometimes he wants a quick fuck, sometimes he wants to take his time. I am at his service. Today it’s a quickie. I race up that hill: “I’m here”, door opened, bike brought in, up to the bedroom, both get naked and I start to kiss his beautiful lithe tattooed body. I tell him not to kiss me cos I’ve been cruising and it’s been used, but after a few minutes he grabs me while I’m worshipping his body and kisses me. I add sweet minty chewing gum and his spit to the mix of flavours in my dirty skank of a mouth. He pulls out some poppers and takes a hit as I start to work his cock with my mouth, but he’s up for fucking and loading me. He never disappoints. Points to the bed, and I -ever the good sub – present my ass to him in the most inviting way I can. In he goes, straight away going for piston fuck, because he’s totally focussed on using my ass to get off and cum in. At your service. He’s actually a really friendly guy, not dominating at all, yet he also means business. He knows why he has invited me over. The fuck lasts for about ten minutes, and I really enjoy his eight incher pushing deep into me, using Guy #1’s cum as his lube. He cums hard in me once he hits his rhythm, and my fag btm circuits kick in to reach round and grab his ass to pull him into me. I squeeze myself inside to milk his cock, a move which makes his legs buckle, and we both laugh. He pulls out, and we chat for a bit. I once again tell him he is fucking gorgeous, but he just tells me he wishes other guys would see it. Such a shame. Well, the reason I’m invited over is done, so exit flat, bye maybe see you again, door closed, ride home, flying with jizzjoy. The last load in my ass was two and a half hours ago. I’ve still got those two loads in my ass – they’ll be staying overnight for full absorption – and, as I’ve been writing this. I can still taste a skanky mixture of cum, precum, sweat, mint gum, and a total stranger’s piss in my dirty fucking mouth. Fuck me, I have been a total Fucking Skank today. I am deranged and I fucking love it!

Part 1 My name is Greg. For those that read my other story (It's too late for you), this is a continuation of that story. First ,a little backstory: I am a 50 year old guy that is married to a woman. I played around with guys here and there when I would travel. Everything changed on my trip to Chicago (which is described in the other story). I met an incredible poz top that introduced me to all kinds of play. Through the week, I learned who I really was. I enjoyed taking all cocks and loads. I really enjoyed toxic tops and I knew that I would end up being a poz cumdump. After flying home, my wife admitted to me that she had been hooking up with a guy that satisfied her better than me. I admitted to her that I had started to explore a gay lifestyle and wanted more. We agreed that we would continue to have our separate fun and see what happens. From there, we both went and enjoyed the things we wanted - she went to meet her guy and I went to an adult theatre for more sleazy sex. This brings us to now. I had been home from Chicago for a couple of weeks. My town was pretty boring. I had continued to hit the adult bookstores and theatres when I could. Unfortunately, these were my main options. I hit the apps when I could but they were mainly flakes. I had continued to talk to my Chicago gift givers (Rob and Tony) on Telegram frequently. They enjoyed my progress into becoming the person I was meant to be. They asked me often if I had gotten the fuck flu. Each day, I had to disappoint them by telling them that I hadn't gotten it yet. I was frustrated. I thought about taking a home test but I decided against it. Since I didn't get the fuck flu, I could continue to tell people I was neg. I know there are a lot of "neg" guys that are actually poz. I was having an ok time at the bookstores and theatres but they weren't fulfilling me the way that I wanted. I needed something else. I had become active on Telegram and had been chatting with guys from all over. Several of the regular guys that I chatted with were from Toronto. From their talks, it sounded like the scene there was better than where I am from. I searched profiles on BBRT for Toronto and saw some guys that looked interesting. I decided that I should go to Toronto. I requested a Friday and Monday off from work and booked a hotel. Today was Monday. I just needed to get through the week of work and also try to line up some fun for the weekend. I told my wife that I was going out of town for a long weekend. She thought it was a good idea. I figure it was because it gave her a chance to have a long weekend with her new lover as well. When I wasn't working, I was chatting to as many Toronto guys as possible on Telegram and BBRT. One of the guys on Telegram really interested me. He had told me that his name was Jeff. He was about my age and was a poz top. I told him that I was coming to Toronto. "Really? You are coming to town?" "Yeah. I need some sleazy fun." "How sleazy are you looking to get?" "I get into most things." "PnP?" "I haven't done anything other than poppers so far but am open to it." "Oh really? a PnP virgin?" "Yeah. I have read lots of stories and I have always thought that booty bumps sound interesting." "That can be arranged. What about smoking or a slam?" "I haven't really gotten into smoking but who knows. I am not a big fan of needles." "Ok. We can see how it goes. Hit me up when you get here." I wasn't sure if I was ready for PnP or if he was even real but I would keep it in mind. I decided that I would check out PnP friendly tops on BBRT and created an account on NKP. Should keep an open mind. I got done with work early on Thursday. I was horny. I wanted to head to Toronto early but didn't have a room until Friday. I didn't feel like hitting the local bookstores or theatres. I searched the internet and found that there was a bathhouse in Hamilton, Ontario. Hamilton is about half-way between me and Toronto. I looked for hotels in Hamilton and found one that had availability. I booked the hotel and packed. My wife wondered why I was leaving a day early. I told her that I wanted to avoid traffic. She seemed excited that she had an extra night without me. I headed out and drove the 90 minutes to Hamilton. I checked into the hotel and douched for the evening. I jumped on the apps and nothing looked promising. I reached out to some of the Toronto guys on Telegram. One of the poz guys, Eric, responded. "You ended up going to Hamilton?" "Yeah. Going to Toronto tomorrow but decided to check out Hamilton spa tonight." "Ah. I wish you luck." I was disappointed. I headed over to bathhouse. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. I hoped it would pick up. I got a deluxe room. I watched some porn and hit the poppers. I kept the door open. A couple of guys walked by but didn't stop. I wondered if this was a mistake. I was thinking about leaving when I heard a voice. "You looking for some company?" "Yes. I am looking for a bareback top." "That's me. Get in doggie." "Yes Sir. I have poppers and lube." "Got it." I got into position. I felt him come behind me. I heard him pick up the lube and jerk his cock. I hit the poppers. He slapped my crack with his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed in. His cock was not long or thick. I wished it were bigger but my options were limited. He started fucking me. It felt nice. After a few strokes, he pushed into me. He held still for a few minutes and then started fucking me again. I was happier. At least he could fuck multiple times. After several minutes, he pushed in again. Like the first time, he paused and then started fucking again. Several more minutes passed and he pushed hard and held still. This time, he pulled out and left. I rolled on my back and watched porn again. I checked the apps and found that I had a message on Telegram. It was from Eric. "Thanks for the fuck." "Wait. That was you?" "Yep. I also have a confession. Remember when I told you that I was poz and on meds?" "Yep." I figured he would tell me that it was a lie. I figured he would tell me that he is neg. "Well. I am poz and on meds but the meds haven't been working. My strain may be med resistant. Good luck." With that, he signed off. That was new for me. I had never knowingly taken a med resistant poz load before. I waited a while but the bathhouse was dead. I checked out and headed back to the hotel. When I got there, I checked the apps and found someone that looked interesting. I sent a message. "You looking for a bb btm tonight?" After a few minutes, he responded. "Yes. You interested in a threeway? My bf and I are looking for fun tonight." "Always. I have a few loads in me already. Would love for you to add to it." "Oh really? Love sloppy seconds. Location?" I sent the hotel information and told them to let me know when they got here so I could prop the door. "OK. Be there in about 15 minutes." I put the poppers and lube on the nightstand and turned the lights down a little. A few minutes later, I got a message on Grindr. "We're here. Room number?" I gave them the room number and propped the door open. I got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and people walk in and close it behind them. "Look what we have here. A good slut to use." I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt two people get on the bed. The first guy spread my ass cheeks and dove into my used fuckhole. The other guy came around in front of me and presented his cock to me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was limp. I reached out and cupped his balls and started licking them and worked my way up to his shaft. His cock jerked and started to grow. Meanwhile, the guy behind me started to tongue fuck me trying to get the cum out of my hole. I continued my focus on the guy in front of me. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and used my tongue on his shaft. His cock continued to grow harder as he began to push into my mouth. The guy behind me was done rimming me. He was behind me now. He placed his cock in my crack. I heard him reach for the lube and jerk his cock. He slapped his cock in my crack. His cock felt much bigger than the guy that I was sucking. He pulled my ass cheek and placed his cock at my entrance. I continued to suck the guy in front of me and pushed back slightly, trying to get his cock to slip in. "Hungry slut needs my cock" He pushed in until the head popped in. He held for a moment and started to push in steadily until he was fully inside me. His cock wasn't real thick but was longer than average. His cock felt great. "Hun. Get back here and rim me while I fuck this slut." The guy in front of me pulled out of my mouth and went behind me. I looked back. The top that was fucking me was a thin black guy. He wasn't scrawny but looked like he had a swimmer's body. He moaned and started to fuck me slowly. I faced forward and hit the poppers. "Thanks hun. Go back and use his mouth." The top came back in front of me. His cock was soft again. I started licking his balls and shaft again. The top continued to fuck me as I brought the guy's cock into my mouth. His cock started to grow again. I focused on pleasing the guys on both ends. The guy behind me started to pick up the pace. I squeezed my fuckhole around his cock. "mmmmm. Yeah slut. Make me cum." I squeezed harder and started to drive my mouth faster up and down on the guy's cock in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and pushed forward driving my mouth further down the guy's cock. After a few moments, the top pulled out of my ass. "Get back here and feel this fuckhole." The guys switched positions. The guy from my mouth placed his cock at the entrance and pushed in easily. I opened my mouth and the black guy pushed his softening cock in my mouth for me to clean. The guy behind me continued to fuck me as the black guy's cock started to get hard again. After a few minutes, the guy behind me pushed into me, held for a minute and pulled out. Immediately, the black guy pulled out of my mouth and went behind me again. He pushed into my fuckhole again. He started to fuck me again. This time, he fucked me harder and faster than the first time. "Hope you like poz loads, slut. You have two poz loads in you now and will be getting another one from me soon." "I am neg but love poz loads. The loads that I already had in me were poz." "Oh really? Bugchaser?" "My duty is to take all loads" He moaned and started to fuck me even harder. Then he slammed into me. "Take my dirty load, you slut!" I felt his cock grow thicker and spurt after spurt of cum driving deep in me. After a few minutes, he pulled out. I laid down on my stomach. They both got off the bed and got dressed. "Thanks slut. Enjoy." With that, they left. It was a nice start to my long weekend.

Been chatting to a guy on Scruff for a few weeks. He’s quite a bit younger than me and we fucked once about a year ago. It was ok but I didn’t remember it being that memorable. This week he asked if he could come around again. I had a few hours to myself this morning so I invited him round to use my holes again. We had a lot of horny chat leading up to it then last night he asked me if I wanted him to sort out some other tops to join us. I told him yeah and thought no more about it. We’d arranged to meet at 9:30 and at 9 he asked if I was ready / free. I told him I was and within minutes he was in the front door. He was alone and I thought he must not have been able to arrange anything. He got straight down my throat before sliding his big dick up me and getting me opened up. After about 10 minutes he asked me if I was ready for another cock. I told him of course and he told me to get on my knees and he slid back inside me as I heard my front door open again. I had a blindfold on and couldn’t see the guy but I was aware of a second pair of hands on my arse. I could hear guy 1 & guy 2 talking and guy 1 said, “you ready?” He pulled out of me and the 2nd guy was straight in. He was a hard fast fuck. Guy 1 was egging him on encouraging him to blow his load. Guy 1 kept getting me to say I was just a dump and just a hole which drives me wild. It didn’t take long before Guy 2 started slamming into me as he emptied his nuts up me. As soon as he pulled out, Guy 1 was back up me sloshing about in his load while Guy 2 got dressed to leave. The sound of his cum in my hole was driving me wild. After about 15 minutes of fucking, Guy 1 said again if I was ready for another and told to get on my knees again. Same as before, door opened and Guy 3 comes up the stairs. He was already hard and within seconds his fat dick was inside me. I was getting spit roasted between the two of them and it wasn’t long before Guy 3 sped up and shot what felt like a massive load inside me. Guy 1 went straight in and fucked like his life depended on it until he finally shot his load in me too. It was as hot as fuck and a great meet for a Saturday morning. Kept their loads in me all day so they were fully absorbed.

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This is a continuation of the previous stories - Part 19- New Chapter 1 Ok, so the night was interesting. Every time I started to doze off, Tom started slow fucking me. If I started to get a hardon and it woke me up; he’d fuck me. Finally, I think I fell asleep uninterrupted at around 4;30 am. I woke up around 11 AM and Tom was gone. So, I must have finally got 5 or 6 hours of sleep after being awake most of the night. I’m surprised how late it is as I never sleep this late. Unusual for me, I didn’t wake up with a hardon. Last night was definitely a new experience; unable to have an erection thanks to the cage. I wasn’t uncomfortable anymore and the cage felt, what’s the word; soothing. It felt almost natural, making my cock feel snug and secure. Looking in the mirror, the cock cage is kind of hot and I’m thinking I could get used to this. I need to pee, so I guess I get to see how this thing works. Going to the toilet, my stream kind of sprays out of the cage all over the place, making a mess on the toilet. I stop mid-stream and clean it up. I try rearranging my cock a bit and I’m more successful as I line my piss hole up with the opening in the cage; lesson learned. I quickly rinse in the shower, throw on shorts, a T-shirt and flipflops and head to the kitchen. Coffee was already made so I grab a cup and head up to the garage. Tom and the guys are there working hard. Tom and Rodolpho have half the walls painted a dark grey and Geraldo is busy with lighting. In the wet area the grout is done, Vic has set the toilet and sink and is working on the bidet. There is a shower head on one wall and then in another in the center of the room, where four chain hangs down from an eye hook. They all stop working and Geraldo says, I hear your cock was tamed last night. He walks over and rips my shorts down to look at the cage and says, nice fit, we won’t be worrying about your pathetic dick for a while. Shoving me around, he spreads my ass cheeks and finds my ass lips are puffy and slightly gaped. Geraldo looks at Tom and says, good work – his ass is ripe and open for the taking. Geraldo then yanks my shirt over my head and I’m now standing there naked with just the stainless cock cage covering me. Rodolpho slowly approaches and tells Geraldo to hold me still. Geraldo pulls me into a choke hold, grabs one arm and twists it around my back. He’s pressed into me and I can feel his cock getting hard. Rodolpho grabs my other arm and tells me to hold still if I know what’s good for me. He straps on a thick leather cuff around my wrist. Seeing I’m not resisting, Geraldo releases my neck, twists the other arm back and Rodolpho attaches the other cuff. I hear a chain rattle and as my arms are released, I find my wrists are shackled together. Tom comes up to me and places a collar around my neck, attaches a chain and secures it to my wrist’s chains. If I struggle, the collar gets tight, and I quickly learn to stay still. I start to complain, and Geraldo slaps me across the face and tells me to shut the fuck up. Rodolpho then takes a knotted black cloth and ties it around my head, stuffing the knot of the fabric in my mouth, gagging me. I look at Tom, with pleading eyes. He just smirks and then guides me to the wet area. He tells me to kneel. Tom then attaches another chain to my collar, it has another clasp at the end he attaches it to one of the 4 chains hanging from the ceiling. You’ll be staying here for a while, so get comfortable. I can’t move too much and it appears I’m limited to kneeling. Tom leans in and whispers, don’t worry buddy, you are doing fine and I think you’ll enjoy this; so just chill. I lean back and relax the best I can as the guys go back to work. I’m getting restless and squirming and trying to get their attention. Vic approaches and removes the gag and says what’s the problem slut. I tell him my knees hurt and I’m stiff. Plus, I could use something to drink. He laughs, and I begin to say something in protest, and he slaps me telling me to be quite and do as you are told. You only speak when a question is asked, and you start it with Sir. He pulls out his dick and says, you said you were thirsty, so open your mouth you pig. Afraid of another slap, I do so, and he starts pissing in my mouth, and all over my face. Drink up buddy, we’ve got plenty of this for you. With that, Geraldo, and Rodolpho come over, pull out their dicks and then absolutely drench me in their piss. Fuck, I’m not sure what is happening so I’m lap up what I can and swallow. Tom laughs and reminds me, he told him I’d like this, as his stream joins the other. My hair face and torso are all dripping from the pee as it runs down my face. As they finish my degradation, I’m yanked back to my feet and then the chain is pulled tight around my neck as they tighten it to the ceiling mount, forcing me to stand slightly on my toes. Vic places the gag back in my mouth and then Geraldo puts a mask over my head. Vic says, they have work to do to finish up so you just stand there, you little piece of trash. I start to freak and get wound up. I’m extremely conscious of every noise and I hear the guys joking a bit as I’m finding it harder and harder to stand. My arms feel numb, and my toes are cramping and while I try to stay quiet, I can’t help but moan a bit. After maybe a half hour, much to my relief, someone approaches me and loosens the chain slightly, allowing me to stand normally without choaking. After what feels like an eternity, maybe two hours or more—things finally quiet down. I hear some mumbled talking but can’t quite make out what’s being said. I sense someone approaching and as he gets near Geraldo says to me that it’s time to pay for their services. He releases me from the ceiling chain and using the collar chain as a leash, me across the room. Pushing me to my knees, he tells me to hold still. Releasing my arms from behind me Geraldo tells me not to move. He removes the hood, the room is dark with some red lighting that allows me to just make out Vic, Rodolpho and Tom standing in front of. what looks like the bondage board we got the other day. It is set up with two of the sections angled into a triangle, creating a wedge. I’m told to lean forward over the wedge area and Tom fastens one of my cuffed hands to a steel loop at the top of the padded board while Rodolpho does the same with the other. They then quicky fasten another restraint to each of my biceps and then lock it onto the board. I’m pinned down tightly to the front of the board. Moving behind me, I’m told to spread my legs wide. While I try to crane my neck, not being able to move my upper body, I can’t really see what’s going on. I feel straps going around my ankles as my legs are pulled farther apart. I can’t lessen the spread as something rigid is preventing me from doing so. I feel my thighs being restrained as well, and them tightened against the arch of the board. I’ relieved to be off my feet but something tells me this isn’t going to be a whole lot easier on me. Tom then says, fuck that is hot, I’ve got to get a picture of this. After he takes a couple shots, Tom comes around and puts his phone in front of me, sharing 3 photos. I’m strapped down with my ass splayed wide, my ankles are held in place by a steel bar all chained to the board. My ass is raised in the air and I’m presenting my open gaped hole. It is hot for sure but at the same time I’m feeling vulnerable and apprehensive about what these guys have planned. Tom releases the gag, though Vic reminds me I’m not speak. Tom presents a straw in a cup filled with a lemon flavored juice. I like the flavor, and start sucking it down given how thirsty I am. Tom tells me it’s a THC beverage and should kick in in 15-20 minutes. He then sets the remainder down within reach of my mouth and says they are going next door to get more comfortable. I see them exit through the door to the casita but it appears to be late in the day as I see dim daylight through the door. Shit, it must have gotten later than I thought. They are gone for a while and I’ve finished the drink. I’m starting to feel pretty buzzed. I feel as if I’m floating and a wave of euphoria hits me as the liquid high takes over. My skin is feeling so sensual and I’m savoring the tight restrains keeping me pinned down, ass up. I know I’m just a hole to be used. Losing track of time, I hear the door open, its see its now dark outside. I can make out in the red light the guys have returned and are naked though Tom has on a leather harness and a steel cock ring. Geraldo’s voice booms out, it’s time for us to wreck your hole. Suddenly I feel something cold and wet hit my ass and then feel a brutal plunge as Geraldo’s fingers breach my hole. He says, boy, we are converting you tonight and are going to make your pussy bleed before we knock you up with our poz cum. He starts flexing his fingers and I can feel his nails scratching and cutting my ass. Rodolpho then produces a bottle brush, shows it to me, and says this is to make sure our toxic loads enter your blood stream. Don’t worry, we won’t totally destroy you tonight. He hands the brush to Geraldo who pulls his fingers out and then savagely shoves the brush in my ass. I feel it scraping my hole and start to scream from the unexpected assault. Vic slaps me again telling me to be quiet, and shoves the gag back in my mouth. Vic asks if the cunt is ready and Geraldo says he’s got it ripe and bloody for him. Vic rams his cock into my hole. I feel my ass being split open as his pummeling commences. Like a rapid dog in heat, he’s jack hammering my ass. All I can do is lay there, taking his assault as I hear him telling me how he loves fucking my bloody ass. After maybe 5 minutes, he screams out as his toxic laden cock explodes in my ass. As Vic pulls out, Geraldo moves to take his place. Tom bends down and tells me how proud he is of me and that he’s filming the whole thing and can’t wait to show me how gaped my hole is, with the blood infused cum leaking from my hole around Geraldo’s pole. Geraldo’s cock stabs into me as he begins is own shoving in and pulling out. He starts fucking me with all he’s got and he’s slamming into my ass balls deep. I’m moaning and gasping through my nostrils, trying to meld into his savage fuck. Feeling like nothing more than a fuck sleeve om shoves a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I suck in the laced air, the poppers slam into me and I see the telltale white orb as the brew takes me into another space. Geraldo’s cock is my purpose for existing and I quiver as he screams that he’s going to flood me with his diseased cum. He wants me to have his Cuban babies and says, I’ll never be satisfied with another cock again. I feel his cock pumping as he delivers his load. As he slowly pulls out, I feel cum sliding down my ass. Tom removes the gag and sitting on the floor straddles my face and tells me to take his cock. Not daring to say anything to him, Tom lays back and he begins to slowly skull fuck me. Meanwhile, I feel Rodolpho’s fingers scoop up some of the leaking cum and shoving it back in my hole. He then lines up and slams his cock deep into me in one motion. Stuffed at both ends, I am so fucking turned on knowing I’m just a hole serving these men. While I struggling to breathe with Tom’s cock in my throat, I am so energized by what these men have done to me. After a few minutes, Tom withdraws my mouth and moves out of my sight. Without warning, I feel my ass being stretched and know that Tom’s cock is now joining Rodolpho as my cunt is ripped further open. Someone shoves the poppers under my nostrils telling me to take a hit. As the rush swells inside me, I feel my ass relax and expand taking Tom’s cock that is now fully residing beside Rodolpho’s own hard prick. Tom starts a rapid fuck turning Rodolpho on so much that Rodolpho announces his cock is is shooting his tainted seed deep in my gut. They both pull out, leaving my ass feeling deserted. Rodolpho steps out of the way as Tom remounts my ass and begins his familiar assault on my hole. After 10 minutes of his pounding, he tenses up and says he’s ready to flood my hole. He starts spewing spray after spray of his cum deep in my ass. Pressure builds as he produces another of his massive loads. Tom collapses on top of me and mumbles for someone to grab the fisting looking plug to cap my gash and stop any the poz seeds from leaking out. Tom pulls out and then he rams the largest butt plug they could find into my open gash. It hurts like hell as it tears my ass open even further. Vic bends down and puts the gag back in my mouth and the hood goes back over my head. He says, we’re not done knocking you up yet by any means boy. We’re going to go out back and have a beer or two before we finish the job. I hear the door open and am left alone. I’m completely wiped out. Time creeps slowly and I have no idea if and when they are coming back. Holding panic at bay, I feel myself getting sleepy after a while. I must have dozed off as I react with a startle as I feel my ass stinging from being slapped. The guys are back and Geraldo is delivering a series of walloping slaps to my ass. He is admiring his hand prints on my now cherry red ass. Looks like the guys are all back and ready to go. Vic starts the chain again and each of them take turns breeding my ass. They can tell they have broken me and by the time they are done, I’ve easily taken 10 more huge loads and I’m kneeling in a pool of cum that has poured from my ass. They release me from the restraints and take me back to the wet area. I’m sprawled on the floor, a used hole for these men. One by one they start pissing on me, letting me know, that they are done with me for the night. The cousins head back into the casita, leaving Tom behind with me. I’m so wiped out I can’t stand up. Tom removes the restraints and collar then lifts me into a fireman’s carry and takes me back to the house. He places me on the bench in my bedroom shower and turns the water on as I’m leaning against the wall. Using the spray head, he hoses me down and uses a cloth to wash me off. Feeling completely used and relaxed, a fart escapes my and I dump several loads of cum from my ass. The cum is tinted red and we watch it as it goes down the drain. Drying me off, Tom helps me to the bed. I collapse into his arms and thank him, letting him know this was one of the best nights of my life. I ask him to stay with me tonight as I spoon into his chest. Tom asks if I’m ok and I tell him what an amazing experience it was and I can’t wait to be dominated by him again. His cock enters my ass and as we just lay there. I’m completely content. I fall asleep in his arms, my ass filled with his cock, exhausted but ready to see where Tom leads me next.

Hot story so far. Can't wait to see how they go about finding out if and how much of a piggy bottom he is!

I'm Parker -- 21, 5' 10, 165 lbs. of pretty lean muscle. There's nothing big about me, but my pecs are pretty defined, my abs are toned, and I pretty much stay smooth from my years on the high school swim team. I've got short cropped brown hair, and one of those faces that will stay boyish for at least 20 years, but my jaw is defined enough to give me a manly look. So I'm told. It's my third year and college -- in a small southern town -- and I came out my freshman year after getting drunk off cranberry vodkas and bud lights and jerking off with my roommate, Ben, who turned out to be a total bottom slut, despite his 9" cock. My friends all mess around, and cheat on each other, and fuck each other, but is it really cheating if everyone is ok with it? We tend to get drunk, have sex, then never talk about it until it happens again a few weeks later. There's a group of about 7 of us, and I've both fucked, and been fucked, by all of them. But up until this point in my life, I didn't really know what good sex was. Cute college guys flopping around in bed, awkwardly getting each other off, and trying to figure out sex. But all that was about to change. It was Ben's birthday, and we were headed out to the gay bars in downtown. The typical Flex bar, filled with college guys, the makeup queens, a few muscle guys, and the old daddies. Ya know, the kinda bar where you know everyone but you keep going back, hoping to meet someone new. That night, I did. When we walked in, Ben was already sloppy drunk, and looking desperate. His pale skin and blonde hair didn't really make him that cute, and he rarely hit the gym, but there was something about him that people are attracted to. And his ass is amazing. "It's my birthday, and I HAVE to get fucked," Ben said. "If I don't find someone to go home with, will you fuck me tonight?" "Sure," I said. Hoping, and praying, it wouldn't come to that. A few drinks later, I gazed around the musky bar, not seeing anyone interesting, and giving up for the night. I hit the dance floor with the boys, feeling oddly sleepy, and desperately horny, trying to blend in. Glancing over at the cages, my eyes caught the attention of a man who would change my life, though I didn't know it at the time. He was 5'11", olive skin, buzzed head, square jaw, and loaded head to toe with muscle. The rock solid arms, the big, round shoulders, and the -- what I like to call -- "fuck me pecs." You know, the perfectly round chest that you want to feel and squeeze with your legs raised in the air with a hard cock tearing your ass apart. Yep, he had those pecs, tightly squeezing through his gray crew neck t-shirt and tight bleached jeans. I could see the outline of what looked like a pretty sizable cock bulging through his crotch. I knew I wanted that. I tried not to stare. "Parker, are you ok? Why aren't you dancing?" Ben asked. "Oh, umm, sorry - do you know who that guy is over there?" I asked. "No. But he's at least 45. Why would you even be interested," Ben responded, with a bitchy tone. And that's where I'm different from the rest of the crew. They're all focused on 20-somethings, while I'm always drawn to the daddies. No, the muscle daddies. Maybe it's because of a bad relationship with my actual dad, who knows. But I know that's what turns me on. I tried not to stare at the mystery muscle man, but I kept catching his eyes. He looked at me with a sly, southern grin. But not for too long, just long enough to make me know he was interested, but not desperate. Getting lost in the music, I turned around a few minutes later, and had to pee. I walked in the bathroom and saw Eric, from the soccer team, fucking Ben at the urinal. Ben was begging for it like a bitch in heat. I felt relieved. I wouldn't have to fuck him tonight, and after seeing the mystery muscle man, I didn't want to. I made my way to the bar, sat down, and ordered a vodka tonic. I was over it and ready to go home. The bartender, Monty, flirted with me a little. He's a cute Mexican who fucked me a few years ago when I first started coming to Flex. I thought for a few minutes about trying to take him home again. But right as I was about to order another drink, I suddenly felt a warm, scratchy stubble tickling my ear. "We're leaving, I want to be inside you." I turned, and in almost shock, I saw the muscle mystery guy, grabbing me by my arm, pulling me against the wall of the bar, and kissing me deeply. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I dropped a $20 on the bar and left with him. Turns out, his name is John.

Great opening chapter. I think we know that the 2 dads are going to show Matt a thing or two during his visit 😜

my kinda man

In my college years I befreinded a clerk at the local ABS. As long as I sucked him off first he would let me stay in the booths for free all night

The Further Adventures of Sammy Parker Chapter One I sat in the chair and tried not to squirm. Having three strangers stare at me like I was a lab experiment was off putting enough but I had just downed a Monster and maybe needed to piss. They talked to themselves in low voices, they all had tablets and were showing each other things…I swear if they were just watching TikTok I was gonna cut a bitch. “Um,” I said leaning forward, “Can I start?” They all looked over at me in half shock, like it was just uncalled for that I might actually be able to talk. The middle one, who I think was in charge smiled, “Sorry, we are just going over a few things.” I nodded and stood up, “Cool I’m gonna hit the john, let me know when you’re ready,” and walked out of the room, to all of them telling me to wait. I walked out to the cleanest school hallway I had ever seen. I mean you could fucking eat off these floors. The lockers are all a deep green, no knicks, no paint chips missing, all of them gleaming and perfect. I looked left and right and said fuck it as I went to find the bathroom. It was a Saturday so the place was empty which meant we had the whole place to ourselves, at least that is what they told me. I passed a glass cabinet of trophies…with pictures of some of the fucking hottest guys I had ever seen. Eden Prep it seemed not only had scored a ton of awards but had done it looking fucking fine! These pics went back to the 70’s and each year the teens smiling back at me were the epitome of what was hot at the time. The 70’s class all had the feathered hair, the 80’s kids were popping their collars and had more product than the hair care isle at Walmart, the 90’s…wow…I guess we don’t talk about the 90’s…every single one of them was hot as shit. And they wanted me to be one of them. “Mr. Parker,” one of them called out, jogging down the hall, “You can’t just wander off like that!” “Well show me where the bathroom is and I won’t have to,” I said with a grin that had to date gotten me out of more trouble than any ten kids could have managed. He sighed and pointed, “This way.” I followed him down further and checked him out. Nice body, cute face…little uptight for my taste but he could get it if I was bored. He held a door open, “In here.” I gave him a little mock salute and walked in and motherfucker. This was their bathroom? My dad had taken us all to the Monarch once, it was the priciest place to eat in Dallas, I am talking 3 to 4 big bills by the end of the night for the whole thing and they did not have a bathroom as nice as this one. I walked over to the urinal and noticed they had no partitions separating them, in fact you can see what everyone was packing up and down the wall if you wanted. Well I had nothing to hide and I was about to piss myself so I unzipped and hauled my meat out, let Mr. Uptight see what I got…after all that’s why I’m here. I started to rip and glanced over at him just straight up staring at my junk open mouthed, I just smiled, “So this is a nice place, is this like for students or only for guests?” It took him a second to close his mouth, “Um…what? Oh the bathroom! No, this is a normal bathroom, students use it.” “Wow, very nice,” I said still pissing, “Bathroom at my school looks like it was in a true crime show on Netflix.” I glanced back and him and grinned and he gave a little chuckle, “I see,” still staring at my cock. I let it trickle out and then shook it a few times…and then a voice in the back of my head said don’t do it Sammy. Put your dick away and go to your very important interview. Do not do it. Don’t. Bad Sammy. So of course I turned to him, cock still hanging out, “So…you want to help me get this back in?” I had never seen a grown man fall to his knees faster than this guy. He was good, I mean really good. His hands gripped my ass as he deep throated me…not a thing many people can do. My hands were tangled in his hair as I pushed him down onto my cock. Ever since these fucks had contacted me I had felt like I was just running through a maze for them… So this was a nice stress relief. He began licking up and down my shaft like it was one of those rocket pops you buy every 4th of July…his eyes looked up at me with a hunger that was really kind of a turn on. I mean here was a guy, twice my age, on his knees worshipping my cock and he was really into it… Maybe I could start to like this school. I pushed my cock down, indicating I wanted his mouth on it and he went back to gargling on my tool as I began to face fuck him. This wasn’t something I was keen to do with most people, when you have a cock like mine you tend to choke them out but not this guy. This guy’s throat was working overtime and within a minute I felt my balls start to tingle. “Shit…” I groaned, “Fucking cumming…” He sucked harder, desperate for my fucking load I guess…so I gave it to him. I cum a lot. Like a lot a lot. Both John and I can hit the backboard of our beds on a good night so when this guy gags a little as I flood his mouth…I grin because I know I just surprised him. He drank every drop like a good little bitch as I pulled my softening cock out of his mouth and let it hang there. He looked up at me, cum dribbling out the side of his mouth and said, “Thank you sir.” I winked and tucked my cock back into my jeans, “My pleasure,” and turned to wash my hands. I knew he was hard as a rock and wanted to get off but that wasn’t my concern was it? I didn’t say hey lets help each other out, I said suck my cock and he did. He was still on his knees, masturbating furiously as I walked out, “See you back in there.” I walked back into the room and the other two guys turned and looked at me with curiosity, they had sent someone to go find me after all. I sat back down in at the desk, “Oh he’s finishing something up,” I said with a cocky grin, “He’ll be along.” Sure enough a few seconds later blowjob guy comes running in, hair fucked up, suit wrinkled…he looked like he just got fucked. The other men looked at him questioningly and he just shook his head and picked up his tablet. “So, you were going to tell us about the Peirce family,” he said, not making eye contact with me. “Sure, what do you want to know?” “Everything,” one of the others said, “Start at the beginning.” I shrugged, “Ok…so summer was over and I headed back to school…” It was weird being back at school. After the summer I had, it seemed like it was such a step back…I mean when summer came, I was just another high school baseball player, had a steady girl, had a side piece, went out, hung with my boys, and got wasted and was you know, normal. But now, now I was a completely different person. I had learned how to fuck guys and love it. I had learned that my looks and cock made me almost irresistible to most people and that gave me power. And I had learned that once you have a small taste of power…you crave more. But I had learned the lesson the asshole who tried to use me this summer hadn’t. Forcing people, drugging them, this was a weak man’s game. If you had to get someone so fucked up they barely remembered what happened, then you were nothing more than a small person with no skill. He who shall not be named thought he was the shit, drugging his roommates, me, and my brothers, using us, trying to make us compliant. He had learned the hard way that true power, real charisma, always wins in the end. But all of that still made school suck balls. Both Eli and John had gone back to college, which left me alone and bored as fuck. Normal things like high school, dating, Tiktok, they all seemed small compared to what I had gone through this summer. I wanted more, I wanted so much more…as I walked down the hall trying to figure out what that meant I almost completely missed the stud in the speedo handing out fliers. I stopped and took a few steps back to check I wasn’t stoned. And there he was, Sean Peirce, fucking five-star stud. To explain who Sean is takes some doing because you see, Sean is just another me. In a way. I am a popular guy, play baseball, have lots of friends, cute, likable, wanted by girls, envied by guys, etc, etc. You know, the normal stuff. Well, Sean over there was me but with swimming. Where I had a lean, cut, baseball body made with years out in the Texas sun throwing and chasing balls, Sean had a tight, smooth, perfect body made by thousands of hours of swimming over and over again. I had a little more bulk but he was cut like a fucking diamond…and right now he was standing in the hallway, in a speedo, trying to pass out fliers. I’m telling you now whatever the fuck he is selling, I am buying two. I walk over to him, and he sees me and smiles, “Sammy!” A head nod and a shoulder bump later, “What’s up Peirce? You working the streets now?” He blushes deeply and we are on to another way Sean isn’t like me. See me and my brothers were born sexual. John lost his v card at 13 when one of his friend's older sister took him into her room and rode him all the way one summer. Eli got his first handjob at 12 behind the church one Sunday by Patti Lurns who told him that the bible didn’t say anything about a handy and rocked his world while he was 13 and a female assistant coach at baseball camp jumped my bones all summer once she saw me naked. So, sex to us was kind of like water, it was just there. Sean and his family were not like that at all. Sean’s dad was a widower and a big holy roller guy. He ran a CrossFit for Christ gym here in town and both Sean and his older brother Devon, who was just as hot, were both born again, pure and innocent angels with promise rings and virginity rules written on their notebook kind of guys. So, the joke is scandalous to him, just the way I meant it. “No!” he says laughing, “We are trying to start a water polo team and looking for members.” He handed me the flyer, and I pretended to look at it as I scoped out what Sean was packing. The speedo was decently filled, he wasn’t in my league, but it was nice, it was everything else that looked fucking amazing. He was completely smooth with deep cum gutters that flared up into an eight-pack that just begged to be licked. His pecs were wide and deep and his nipples just hung there, calling my name quietly, pleading with me to gnaw on them… “What do you think?” I looked him in the eyes, “About?” He looked at the flier, “Water polo?” Oh right, that. “Um, I’ve never played water polo, I’d have no idea what I was doing.” “We have a regulation pool at our house!” he said quickly, “If you wanted to learn you could come by after school and I could teach you!” Me and Sean, in a pool, alone? “Our season doesn’t overlap with baseball so you could play both and it’s great conditioning as well.” He flexed to prove his point and I knew right then and there… I was going to fuck Sean Peirce. I didn’t know how or when, but I was going to do it. Smiling I asked, “So you’d teach me?” He nodded, “Yeah! I can get you ready for tryouts.” I pretended to consider it. “Please, Sammy! If you joined the team, I know others would! If we don’t get enough people to try out, they won’t even put the team together! Please!! I’d owe you for the rest of my life!” I smiled at the words, “I guess…I mean as a favor to you…” He smiled and beamed at me, “You’re the best!” “So, when do we start?” I asked. “After school? My place?” I nodded, “I’ll be there.” You bet your ass I will be there. Meanwhile in another room… “State your name please?” I leaned in, “Sean Peirce.” “And Mr. Peirce, can you say, in your own words what your relationship to Samuel Parker is?” I felt my face blush some, “Um…we’re friends.” The man raised an eyebrow. “Close friends…like…close close?” He looked down at his tablet and pushed something, “Would you say your relationship with him was consensual?” I cocked my head, “What do you mean?” “Do you feel you were forced to be in a relationship with him?” I laughed, “Oh god no…I mean truth be told…I probably wanted since I first saw him, I just couldn’t admit it yet.” Another push on the screen, “So you are in the hallway and he agrees to come over to your house, what then?” “Well, I remember thinking…” Sammy Parker was going to join the team! He was easily the most popular guy in school! I mean everyone knew him, liked him, he was hands down one of the best-looking guys in school, not that I noticed, I was just saying… If he joined, then it would be a sure thing others would too. Everyone wanted to be like Sammy, this was the best! I floated through school, giving prayers during lunch for Him to answer my prayers by sending someone like Sammy toward me. Just like dad said, he always provided, all we had to do was listen. I found Devon heading into the locker room, he was on the rugby team and was super focused on the team this year. He saw me and paused, “What’s up little bro?” “Guess who I talked into joining the water polo team?” “The one that doesn’t exist yet?” he teased. “But it will now! Sammy Parker!” Even Devon was impressed, his eyebrows went up, “John’s brother?” I nodded, “Wow, yeah he’s a get for sure. I thought he played baseball.” “He can do both,” I assured him. “Sweet!” he said and then made a small cross, “Praise Him.” I followed and said the same, “My prayers are coming true.” He messed my hair up, “He’s coming over after school?” I nodded, “I’m going to start teaching him the basics.” “Well, I have practice, but maybe he’ll still be there when I get home.” “Maybe, just wanted to share the good news.” He shook his head, “Well have fun,” he said walking into the locker room. Things were finally looking up! When I got home, I made sure the pool area was set up and that everything looked the best it could. I grabbed some Pepsis and put them in the cooler by the pool for later…everything had to be perfect. I couldn’t risk losing Sammy’s interest in this or there would never be a water polo team at the school. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. A guy like him could make it super popular and guys would be lining up to play if he liked it. I just needed to make sure he liked it. There was a knock on the back gate and Sammy popped his head in, “You home?” “Come in!” I said smiling, he showed up! He walked in, he was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a fitted t-shirt with Stitch on it. His high tops were white and red and looked like they were brand new…I mean he looked super cool, no doubt. “Sorry I’m late,” he said putting his backpack down, “Couple of guys were talking my ear off as I was trying to leave.” “It’s cool, super cool,” I said way too quickly, “Um, did you want to eat something before or anything?” “Nah,” he said pulling his shirt off, “I’m good to go.” Whoa, he was super built! Not an ounce of fat but still huge pecs and biceps…he was such a baseball player it was insane. I wish I could build muscle like him, he was so freaking handsome… Envy is a sin; we are all given what we deserve. “Um, you ok?” he asked when I closed my eyes and gave my prayer. I nodded, “Sorry, a moment of prayer.” He smiled and nodded, which was so cool since most guys laughed and me and my brother for our faith, but Sammy wasn’t like most guys. It was easy to see why he was so popular. He popped the buttons on his jeans and shimmed them down, standing there in a pair of black boxer briefs, “So um, are these fine 'cause I didn’t bring a swimsuit…” Holy Christ! Was that bulge for real? It looked like he had a whole banana shoved down his front and…I felt my face grow red and I looked away as my own…thing responded. Darn it, why was I like this? Guys shouldn’t do this to me, I sent another prayer to Him and pointed to the pool house, “My brother has some suits in there, he’s bigger than you but I bet they’ll fit.” “Cool,” he said, I counted to twenty and then looked over, whew. He was gone…oh my god he was so…I mean…how did the other guys in the locker room not just stare at him? Even in the brief time, I saw it I could tell he wasn’t hard and he was…gosh he was bigger than even Devon! “How do I look?” he asked, coming out of the pool house. My jaw hung open as I stared. He had found a pair of red speedos, belonging to Devon, I thought they would be loose, but I was so wrong. His…his thing bugled out the front like it was a snake, it curled halfway to his hip and just hung there, the rest of the nylon barely stretching around his thing, it was…it was… Beautiful. Sinful. “Um yeah,” I said shaking my head, “Looks great.” He pulled at the waistband, “Little snug, but I can manage. I’ll bring my own tomorrow.” I was just staring, unable to look away. “Um, Sean? Ok?” My eyes locked with his, and I forced myself not to look down, “Yeah great, perfect, you wanna get in the water?” He flashed me a million-dollar smile, man his teeth were perfect, “Let’s do it.” He dove into the pool, man baseball players had some cake on them! I mean he was insane how good-looking he was! I thought I was ok but I felt ugly next to him. He came up for breath and smiled at me, “You getting in?” He looked like he was born in that pool. I dove in too and the water helped me focus up some. I came up and he was close to me, “This is a nice pool,” he said, our bodies were so close… “Thanks,” I said back peddling a little, “My dad had it built for us when I got serious about swimming.” “Well, it’s awesome,” he said paddling around, “So where do we start?” I took him through the basics for the rest hour or so. A lot of people don’t realize how hard water polo can be but he kept up effortlessly, reminding me he was a varsity baseball player who was used to hard work. After about two hours we got out of the pool and took a break, I grabbed us two Pepsis and we sat on the deck and caught our breath. The summer had been good to him, he had a deep tan that really made him look like he was glowing. I mean I had a tan but with his blond hair and blue eyes it really made him look like a surfing god instead of a Texas baseball jock. I couldn’t believe he was in my backyard talking to me. “So how did I do coach?” he asked with an easy smile. “Good, real good…you picked it up super-fast.” “Thanks! So now what?” “Well, we should keep focusing on the basics this week, and then we can move up to more complicated stuff this weekend. I mean if you want.” “Sure, this was a lot more fun than I expected, I think I’m in.” Oh, thank you, lord. “Well, I do laps before school, it’s the swimming equivalent of jogging, and then run drills after classes, so you’re welcome to join me if you want.” He nodded, “During baseball, I got up around 6 so I could get a few miles in before school, so it’s all the same. What time you start?” “I am up at 5ish and start swimming before six.” “Cool, well then I’ll come by in the morning, and then we can go to school from here?” “Yeah!” I said excitedly, “That would be sweet!” “Awesome,” he said standing up, and there it was…oh my gosh…it was so big! “I’m gonna go change then, can I use that shower to rinse off the chlorine?” I nodded, “Go for it.” He left the Pepsi bottle and walked into the pool house…did I just become friends with Sammy Parker? I had friends sure, but it was hard being a Christian virgin these days, when other guys started talking about sex and porn and everything I always kind of shied away…that was all a sin… I heard a cell go off and I see Sammy has left his cell on the deck. It said it was his mom! I picked it up and rushed to the pool house, it might be important… Walking in and I almost dropped the phone…oh my god… The shower was in the corner, he stood in the center of its water cascading down his body, outlining every muscle, every line…his eyes were closed as he slowly stroked…his thing. It was HUGE! His hand didn’t even reach around the whole thing as he moved up and down its length…his other hand was squeezing his nipple and was quietly moaning as he moved. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I couldn’t look away. I felt myself harden in my own speedo as I watched him, staying as quiet as I could so I didn’t interrupt him. His thing was easy twice my size and he could have used both hands easily to…to jerk off. My hand moved over my own…thing as I watched him speed up. His balls hung low, they were as big as his…penis…I was awed by him…I had to stop watching him…but I didn’t. My hand just rubbed myself harder. “Oh…” he gasped, and I could see he was pinching his own nipple now and seeing him react made me…um…leak in my speedos. He leaned up against the far wall and I saw his abs just strain as he moved up and down his whole, massive dick…um thing. This was dirty, a sin…but as I watched his muscles move under the water, I kept rubbing myself, my mouth open as I held my breath. God, he was so hot…how could he be so hot? “Sean…” he moaned, moving his second hand down to his cock and began to two-fist it, “Oh Sean…” My name! He was thinking about me? My own cock burped up more seed as I reached into my speedos and took hold of it myself. We both jerked off, my eyes couldn’t look away from his unit…oh god…I was jerking off! I was jerking off to Sammy Parker! “Sean…oh god Sean…I’m close…” he said, eyes still closed as both hands blurred over his cock. I was too, my cock balls were tingling as I watched this Adonis get ready to shoot… “Fuck!” he roared as cum sprayed everywhere! My cock shot as I watched him paint the pool house with his load. He came so much! Pleasure coursed through me as I shot my first load, oh god I had sinned…I was dirty…but I didn’t stop, I milked myself as I watched Sammy do the same. He leaned there, breathing hard, cum dripping down his horse dick…my mouth watered as I wondered what it tasted like… In a panic I turned and ran out of the pool house, I put the phone down and jumped into the pool to cover my stained speedo. About ten mutes later he came out in his jeans, holding his shirt. “Much better,” he said with a smile as I hung on the side of the pool. “Yeah, a shower always feels great.” “You wanna get one?” he asked. I shook my head frantically, “I’m ok, I have a few more laps before I get out.” He smiled, “Ok, so before 6 tomorrow morning?” I nodded. “Nice!” he said picking his cell up, “Shit, my mom called. I’m in trouble.” “Oh? I didn’t hear it go off.” AND NOW I WAS LYING! “It’s cool, I’ll you in the morning man, was awesome hanging out.” I waved as he left, calling his mom back. Once he was gone, I let out a sigh and closed my eyes…oh God please forgive me. I have a free Telegram channel at: [think before following links] https://t.me/+g9Ojp6k_w8UxNTYx

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Wonderful start. What's the saying - Like a moth to a flame LOL

It'd been a few months since I'd been to the baths - - - and a few months since I'd parTied. I still had three bags in my stash, so I loaded up my gear and headed downtown. The place was pretty dead for a Friday night - but it was kinda early (11:00pm). Got myself a good room and started to get my party on. I was in one of those wierd moods - horny as hell, but really didn't want to play any cruising games. I smoked until I felt that familiar tingle in my ass, squirted some j-lube in my hole with a syringe, and fingered my hole while watching Corey Jay get fucked on the video monitor. Found a tab of X in my pill bottle, and washed it down with some vodka for good measure. Slipped on my red cotton jock and got ready to go out and make the rounds. The rubber cockring and neoprene ballstretcher gave a nice bulge to the jock pouch, even though my cock was pretty soft. As I walked down the hallways, there were plenty of hot guys - but I just couldn't get myself into it, for some reason. Went downstairs to the second floor and did the circuit there, too. Out of habit, I decided to walk through the maze - though I'm usually more of a visual person and like to see what's going up my ass or down my throat. Anyway, I shuffled slowly down the dark, plywood-walled corridor, letting my eyes adjust to the little light coming from a flickering video screen. The maze has small, dead-end 'rooms' off the main path, where guys can lurk, waiting for some curious fuck to wander in. I let my knuckles drift along the rough plywood, trying to feel if there was a warm body hiding in the dark. I made my way around the small cubicle without running into anyone, so I headed back to the opening of the main corridor. After being in pitch blackness, the corridor seemed almost bright. I could actually see white towels moving around in the dimness. I saw a semihard cock hanging out of a gloryhole - - - the short bearcub in front of me dropped to his knees and quickly took it in his mouth, followed by a guttural moan on the other side of the plywood wall. I eased my way around the kneeling cocksucker, and slid into the next cubicle opening. Once again, I let my fingers guide me around the inky blackness. I reached the back of the space, and was about ready to turn around, when I felt a warm body behind me. A hand found my waist and slid around to my flat stomach. The hand pulled our bodies closer together, until my ass pressed against his crotch and my back rubbed against his hairy pecs. Now, like I said, I usually like to have a visual of the guy I'm playing with - - - but the X and the T and the blackness of the maze just made me give in to the moment. He wasn't wearing a towel, and I could feel his cock starting to throb against my asscheeks. His other hand had found my left nipple, and was tugging on the stainless steel ring that pierced it. I moaned a little, letting him know I was his. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. My skin was electric from the X, and his hands sent shockwaves through my body. I ground my ass against his hardening tool, letting my pre-lubed hole coat his meat. I reached around, grabbing his cock, massaging it and gauging its size. Fuck! Not the biggest I've had - but certainly thick enough to keep me interested! He was wearing a metal donut cockring, and what felt like a heavy metal ballstretcher. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his cock - (Okay, Daddy! Take charge!). I positioned my feet against the sidewalls of the small cubicle (about 3 feet apart) and put my hands against the wall in front of me. His rough hand slid up and down my slick crack until his thumb popped into my swollen pucker. He twisted his thumb around, opening me up (like I really needed that!), and then I felt his warm cock slide in beside his thumb. "Fucccckkkkkkkk!" I moaned, as he leaned forward, sinking his meat all the way to the balls. His right hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage, and he began deep dicking me. All I could hear were the grunts from the fucker behind me, and the slapping of his pelvis against my sweaty ass. I took a deep breath, and completely relaxed my hole, giving him all the room he needed to tear my ass apart. "Unh! ungh! ungh! unnh! unnngghh!" he panted, slamming my hungry fuckhole with his bare cock. After a coupla minutes, he pulled out, placed his hands under my armpits and pulled me to a standing position. I felt his hot breath next to my ear again, and he whispered, "You got a great ass, but I don't wanna cum yet." His hand glided up and down the cleft of my ass one more time, and then he turned and headed back into the maze. I was still catching my breath, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do next, when I felt another warm body behind me. (Hmmmm! Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!) I braced myself against the wall again, and the anonymous cock easily slid into my open hole. He pumped frantically for about a minute, and then I felt his cock pulse, dumping a load in my ass. This time, I didn't even stand up. Within seconds it seemed, I had another cock breeding me. Evidently, word was getting around that some slut was taking loads in the maze, 'cause four more guys fucked me after that - each leaving a warm load in my gut. The X and T were combining with the sleazy, anonymous sex, and I was growing hungrier by the minute. After the sixth load, there was a lull, so I decided to head back to my room for a little more 'smoke.' Definitely got some stares from the guys as I walked back into the light of the outer hallway - - - my 'fuck' street cred had gone up a few notches in their eyes. I got back to my room, flopped down on the foam mattress, and lit a cigarette. I had left the door cracked open a bit, just so I could keep an eye on who was walking by. Flipping through the channels on the 'all porn, all the time' TV, I finally found a decent BB flick with guys takin' turns fuckin' a leather bottom in a sling. Since things were pretty dead (and I didn't feel like getting up to close the door), I reached in my bag and pulled out a baggie of finely crushed T and one of those plastic Bic pen caps with the pocket clip extension. Dipped in the bag and raised the pen cap to my nose - SNORT! Mmmmmmm - I love that burn! Then one for the other nose. Just as I inhaled through my right nostril, I saw a face looking in from the hall. I couldn't tell if he'd seen me snorting, or if it was too dark in the room. At any rate, I quickly stashed the baggie, and made like I was just smoking a cigarette. The face disappeared - but I was still a little freaked out. Hoping if he had seen anything, that he wasn't gonna go rat me out to the staff. To get my mind off it, I grabbed my towel and headed for the third floor shower to rinse off and drink some water. The warm water felt good on my X-tingling skin, and it felt good to wash off some of the filth of the maze. The snort of T was also starting to make its way into my bloodstream, and kick my sleazy mind back into gear! I shut the water off and pulled the flimsy shower curtain back - grabbed my thin towel and started to dry off. A big, black guy walked in and positioned himself at the urinal. I could hear the heavy stream of piss as it hit the plastic grid in the bottom of the bowl. Taking occasional glances as I was drying, I saw that he was well built AND well hung! He was wearing a black leather cockring with chrome pyramid studs that really looked hot against his dark skin. When he was finished, he slowly stroked the thick meat, squeezing a few more drops of piss into the urinal. Then he gave it three firm shakes and turned toward me. I'd been caught staring - and he knew it. He smiled a big grin and said, "How's it goin'?" I managed to utter, "Great - and you?" "Oh, I'm just gettin' here," he answered, "so I hope it's a busy night!" "I don't think you'll have any trouble," I smiled, finally recovering my dignity. "Maybe I'll see you later." He gave me a thumbs up, wrapped his towel around his narrow waist, and headed out to the hallway. I finished drying as well as I could with the threadbare towel, and noticed that my shriveled crystal dick was starting to show signs of life! Guess the thought of getting fucked by that thick, black cock was having a positive effect. Headed down the dark hallway to my room - - - finally getting over my earlier mood - and starting to enjoy cruising for XL cock! I wasted no time sliding the key in the lock, anxious to get inside and blow some thick clouds. This time, I shut the door for privacy, wanting to take my time loading the pipe and slowly heating a fresh rock until it vaporized. Digging through the baggie, I found a nice-sized rock and scooped it out and into the bowl of the glass pipe. Since I had time, I pulled out my flask of vodka and chugged a quick shot - letting the clear licquor burn on the way down - and then warm my insides. Then, I picked up the glass pipe, staring at the pea-sized shard of chemical that was about to send me deeper into my cockhungry pig-state. I flicked the starter on an old Zippo lighter, and waved the orangish-blue flame back and forth under the slightly blackened glass bowl. Careful! -Don't burn it! (I had been accused of this by another tweaker awhile back, and had since taken more care when heating the meth in a glass cock!) The rock disappeared into a small pool of liquid - and I continued slowly waving the flame back and forth under the bowl. Then it happened - as it always does - - - that thick, white cloud started to form, slowly drifting up the length of the glass tube, inching ever closer to my open mouth. I cleared my lungs, so that I could take a deep pull on the pipe. I set the lighter down, and slowly inhaled as long as I could. Hold it - hold it - hold it - hold it...............exhale............. Fuck yeah! I love gettin' fuckin' high at the baths. My own little drug - fuck - leather - kink - big cock - toy - cum - rubber - dildo - fist world! Flick the lighter again - this time, the smoke starts to form almost immediately. I do another deep hit. Hold it as long as possible. Exhale. FUCK!!!! My ass twitches just at the thought of getting stuFFed! Cock - fist - hell, I don't care! As long as somebody's playin' with my hungry fuckhole- I'll be happy! I set the pipe down on the wooden TV platform to cool - stash the baggie in my duffle - light a cigarette to cover up the acrid, metallic smell of the meth cloud - and tug on my limp dick. I can hear some guy gettin' fucked in the room next to me, his muffled moans seeping through the thin plywood wall - and the occasional thud of muscle against wood as his body gets shoved against the wall by the guy who's fuckin'him. I open my door to get a little fresh air from the hallway. The coolness of the outside air feels good against my chem-heated skin. This reminds me that I better get some water before I get distracted. I grab two plastic water bottles, and head back toward the drinking fountain to refill - not bothering with a towel, since it's already 2 am, and I'm high, and I'm in a fuckin' bathhouse! I tend to my business, but enjoy the long looks I get from the more timid guys in shorts and towels. That's right guys - I'm a fuckin' hot guy, high as a kite, with a msucled ass that needs to get fucked - NOW!!! When I get back to the room, the "T" has really kicked in, and I am in full "fuck me" mode. I leave the door about halfway open, and take a long drag on still-burning cigarette. Figure it's time to put on some of the leather I brought, so I fish through the duffle. First, the leather codpiece jock - cock and balls go through a hole in the front panel, leather strap up my greasy crack, six snaps attach the codpiece and keep my shriveled cock bathed in a pool of slimy lube. Next - leather harness - simple, black, wide cross straps with a chrome ring in front and back - shows off my hard worked pecs and lats, an' gives a top somethin' to grab onto for leverage! Armbands - red and black leather - shows I'm into fisting - versatile. Another drag on the cigarette. As I'm checkin' myself out in the mirror, I notice the face from earlier checkin' me out from the doorway. I pretend not to see him, an' let him enjoy the show. I squat down with my back to the door, lettin' him get a good look at my leather-strapped ass, while diggin' through the duffle for my tit clamps. Ah! There they are! The chain jingles as I pull them out of the canvas bag. I grab a sheet of paper towel off the roll I brought with me, and wipe the dripping sweat off my pierced nips. Clamp...... "Fuccckkkk!" I moan, as the rubber-padded clamp connects with the nerves on my "X" sensitized tit - like little electrical charges running between my nipple, my cock and my ass. I wipe the other nipple and repeat the process. "Fuck, yeah!" I smile to myself, letting the chrome chain drop between my pecs. I glance up to see the reaction on my audience. Fuck! He's gone. Oh well - I'm so into my own chem-leather scene now - I decide to just kick back and enjoy the ride. I light another cigarette, prop myself up on the two raggedy pillows, and flick through the porn on the TV. My buddy down at the front desk had said he'd brought some Raw Fuck Club dvds for later - I found one with Mason Garret gettin' fucked by this huge, black cock! Grabbed a dildo, lubed it up, slid the leather strap aside and shoved the rubber cock in my cummy hole. The face was back at the door! I could see now that he'd just left to put on some leather of his own. I shifted on the thin mattress toward the door, focusing my attention on the watcher. He was wearing a harness and a pair of rubber chaps (no jock), and was stroking a nice-sized cock. I let go of the dildo, leaving it lodged halfway in me, and hooked my thumb under the titclamp chain, giving it light tugs. He stepped further into the doorway. With my free hand, I picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag. Then I ground it out with the others, and stared unblinking at the stranger at the door. I cocked my head back, motioning him in. He got the message and walked the few steps to the edge of the bed. I sat up, legs on either side of his, and took his cock in my mouth. As I did, the rubber cock slid deep inside me and hit my prostate, driving me crazy! I slobbered on the big cock, moaning at the feel and taste of the thick piece of meat. He spread his legs a little for balance - and to force my legs farther apart. One of his hands found the back of my neck, guiding my head onto his cock - and holding me still as he pushed down my throat. (When I party, my gag reflex almost disappears, and I can deep throat with the best cocksuckers!) "PIG!" I heard him say, as my throat massaged the head of his cock. Just when I thought I was gonna pass out, the pressure on the back of my neck eased, and I let the tool slide out of my mouth. I coughed a little, gasping for air, while he gently ran his hand across my buzzed hair. "Fuck, you're hot!" he said, wiping his spit-covered meat up and down my stubbled cheek. He walked over and shut the door. "So - whuchoo get into?" he asked, slowly stroking his cock. "I get fucked," I answered, staring straight into his eyes. "And?" he continued. "Fisted," I added. "Party?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I answered, reaching up and fondling his heavy balls. "Raw?" "Yeah." "Couples?" "Hell, yeah." He reached around and unclipped a phone from the back of his chaps. Speed-dialed a number. "Hey." "Yeah." "Third floor." "Yeah - He's a fuckin' pig." "Yeah - bring it." "Mirrored Room." "Yeah - hurry up." Click I was still playing with my nips, staring at him. "That was my boyfriend," he said. "We like to play together - an' you look like fun!" he smiled, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs. "Ya mind if we party with ya?" he asked, grabbing the base of the big dildo and twisting it in my ass. "As long as I get fucked, you can do whatever ya want." He pulled the dildo out and sank his cock in all the way. "Like that?" he said, grinding his pelvis against my ass. "Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh," I moaned, feeling the heat filling my chemhungry hole. He rocked back and forth - not really fucking - just getting my ass used to his cock. I took in the image on the mirrored ceiling, liking the look of my hole getting bred by this hot stud! "Knock, knock knock," came a light tapping on the door. The stud pulled out, and got up to answer the door. He opened it just a crack - then all the way. What walked in was a fucking wet dream! Well over six feet tall, tatted all over, shaved head, and built like a brick shithouse! He was wearing a harness and chaps, too, but also was sporting a well-stuffed rubber jock. "Uh, this is my lover, Dan - - - and I'm Brent," Brent said, finally introducing himself (not always necessary, but nice if you need to ask for something...). "Great! Uh, and I'm Jim," I replied. Dan had a small, black gym bag that he tossed on the bed. "Brent says you're a fuckin' party pig," Dan said in a deep voice. "I'm as fuckin' nasty as they come," I threw it back to him. "Hope you like it good 'n' sloppy," I grinned, laying back and pulling my asscheeks apart to show off my gaping hole. "Fuck, that's hot!" he replied, reaching down and dipping two fingers into my slimy rosebud. "You a total bottom - or you fuck, too?" he asked. I unsnapped the leather codpiece, revealing my shriveled cock - "Sorry, can't help ya out there. Got a bad case o' crystal dick tonight," I said, lightly tugging at my useless meat. Dan sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to unzip the gym bag. He dug through until he pulled out a small prescription bottle. He opened it and shook out a small, orange pill. "Here. Take this," he ordered. "What is it?" I asked, not afraid to try something new, but wanting to make sure I wasn't gonna have some adverse druf reaction. "Levitra," he replied. "Keeps me goin' when I party," he smiled, rubbing the stiff log that was inching toward the waistband of his rubber jock. I tossed the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with water from one of the plastic bottles. "Now - how 'bout you get to work on this?" he said, undoing a snap on the back of the jock and freeing his thick fucktool. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Dan aimed his cock at my open mouth, and it was immediately surrounded by my lips. Brent stepped up on the low platform bed and walked around behind me. His fingers slid into my partially open hole and massaged the insides. "You're gonna love fuckin' him, Dan," Brent said. "He's got a real loose hole, just like you like!" With that, Brent replaced his fingers with his cock and started fucking. I was in pig heaven - bein' spit roasted by these two hot guys. We were all moving to the beat of the electronic club music, and I could feel myself giving in to the drugslutcockwhore that I loved!

Your cunt lips maybe as stretched as the entry to Sydney Harbour (I wish😋) but, your prostate should still be sensitive to your Tops cock if he is massaging the right spot. Pelvic exercises maybe of some benefit. They will effectively tighten up those sphincter muscles you have so deliciously stretched. Otherwise keep those hot fisting sessions & enjoy the pleasure of a cunt flooded with seed & face fack whoever wants to eat you out.

I had to go from pa to nj by myself. It was about 1 am and stopped at a rest stop to rest a little. I was up for almost 18 hours. Looking around I got curious. I opened sniffies and saw a couple of guys there. I hit one up and got asked if I wanted some head. I said yes told him where i was parked and car got in the back seat and waited. I saw a tall white guy walking around and saw my car and walked over. I opend my door and said hi as he got in. I was at a spot dark and far from the building. He wasted no time undid my pants as i pushed them off and got the best blowjob ever in my back seat! He sucked me dry then pulled the rest of my pants off and sucked my balls. Told me to turn around to see my ass then in no time rimmed my ass for sometime. He wanted me to fuck him but I wasn't into him i just told him I was a bottom only. He was a little pissed and got out and walked away. Now I got a surprise! As he left me and there was a guy watching us all that time. As I was pulling my pants up and he appeared open the door and pulled my leggs. I was about to fight him then he said i heard your say your a bottom. Confused I said yea and he started to pull my pants off saying I saw that ass of yours from the windows and I want it. He rolled me over pulled me out so my leggs were touching the ground as he dropped his pants and climbed on me. Heard him spit a few times and felt hisbhead at my hole then shoved his cock in. He was brutal with the choking and pounding I couldn't move much by the way he held me and my neck. He pounded me for some time kept pulling my hips up to get in deep. I definitely was enjoying this! He started to growl as he was about to blow his load then layed on me for a little. He got up and pulled his pants up. I rolled over to put my clothes back on as he said thanks have a good night. I chuckled and said thanks

I'm thinking T has enjoyed Putin's cock a time or twenty.

I had been a regular slut for Peter and Michael for a few years now. They used me and my holes whenever they wanted. One of them when the other was busy, both if them together, with friends or random groups. They brought me to bathhouses, clubs, private parties, gangbanged me and trained me. I was becoming more and more obsessed with being their sub. They had this really strong intentions in everything they did. They planned in advanced, collected loads and fun, kept in touch with lots of potential fuckers. They respected my private life, and I was able to continue work, socialising and my old life with no trouble. But more and more - we met. And when we met I pretty much gave up my will to them. They had twisted my mind into a filthy nasty pig, and they knew it. They knew what I now was turned on by and what still wasn't acceptable. But constantly pushing limits and exploring new nasty stuff. Being a regular pig for someone is different from randomly pigging out at parties or bathhouses. You get to intentionally explore, and work on techniques and skills. With Michael and Peter I had learned to easily take DP, and after some good warmup a fist and slow fist punching. They had made me crave cum in all holes. I wanted to get inseminated in my ass with frozen cum, fresh cum, and absolutely loved getting fed warm cum from condoms found on the floor of booths at the bathhouse. I loved taking piss in my ass or mouth. And my growing new favourite was deepthroat. Getting my throat stuffed deep with a hard cock, choking and puking. So this one day, we were playing at their house. It was holiday and I had a full week off, no plans other than having fun. I was flipping back and forth between Peter and Michael. Having Peters cock deep in my ass while gagging on Michael's hard dick. Then aggressively they changed sides, and I would taste my own ass on Peters cock and feeling Michael's slimy dick slide into my cunt. Ass to mouth, and mouth to ass. We were going like this for a long time. Michael was constantly checking his phone, typing and showing it to Peter. But no words, only groans and moaning. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Did you ever smoke?" Peter suddenly asked. And this was the starting point of a whole new era.

I've always been reluctant to do drugs. There was a lot of compulsive behavior in my family - smoking, alcohol, gambling - and I don't need to fall into that. I enjoy sex, even without the "enhancements." I don't mean to sound judgmental; I'll still fuck you! And I'm sure I've fucked people who were spun or high though I wasn't there when they were actually doing it. My fantasy (which I haven't fulfilled yet) is to fuck someone while they're unconscious. Consensually, in that they'd agree to it ahead of time, but someone who has essentially "left the building" and is just a vessel for me. 🙂

In the early 1980's, just after I came out, my gay brother shared some of his VHS porn with me. He had several of the Falcon special order tapes that included a fisting scene. I was intrigued. And appalled. In equal measures. A few years later, I was at Man's Country in Chicago. The door to the sling room was open and I went in. I fucked the guy in the sling. He wanted more. "Give me your fist," he said. I greased up my hand and began working my fingers into him. He reached down, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his ass. I loved the feel of it. I knew it was something I wanted to do, but I also knew I needed to know how to do it correctly. That summer I went to a gay resort where a fisting club was holding a weekend. I told the club president what little I had done so far, but that I wanted to learn. He jumped in the sling and guided me through my first true fisting session. He pronounced me 'a natural.' I did seem to understand intuitively how to open a man up with my long, thin fingers and semi-collapsible hands. It has been a huge part of my play ever since.

SPIT ROASTED BY BBC AND BWC Not exactly my last load, but my most memorable of late. Finally getting a chance to tell everyone about it. Been flirting around with a pair of tops on A4A and finally took them up on their invitation to come join them in a little fun. Got there and was met at the door by a mature white gent in a bathrobe who insisted I call him “Daddy”, who led me down stairs to a room with a king size bed. In the middle of the bed was a beautiful, naked black man stroking a long and thick BBC. He said to me, “Bitch, stop staring, get out of your fucking clothes, and starts sucking this big cock.” He certainly did not have to tell me twice. Well, I was sucking his dick, Daddy had to go out of his robe and climbed into bed next to us. His dick was not quite as long, but even thicker. I did not get a good look at it at first, because the other guy kept grabbing my head and pushing it down on his BBC. Between choking and gasping for air, and drooling all over the place, he would yank me up by the hair, and yell at me, “How you like choking on your Master’s big cock, bitch?” But before I could answer, he would shove my head down his cock again. This went on for a while, but finally, he pulled my head up by my hair again, and told me it was time for me to suck off Daddy. I honestly had a difficult time with getting Daddy’s cock down my throat. Damn, that monster with thick. But while I was sucking off that beautiful BWC, Master spread my ass cheeks apart, and gave me a thorough rimming. All the well, Daddy kept feeding me his dick and telling me that I was a “good boy”. After Master got me all nice and wet, he pulled me back to the end of the bed, put his dick head against my hole, and then shoved it in all the way without any other warning. He then grabbed onto my hips and pounded my whole like a jackhammer. All the well, he kept calling me his “bitch” and “white slut”. Screaming at me to keep “sucking Daddy’s cock” when ever I lifted up my head. I’m not sure how long Master fucked me, but I was in total ecstasy. But eventually, all good things come to an end, and grabbed my hips in a death grip, shoved his beautiful BBC all the way up to the hilt, and with a growl, shot a massive load up my ass. After he finally stopped coming, Master pulled his cock out and switched places with Daddy, ordering me to clean them up. Daddy shoved his thick cock in, and even after that sound pounding by Master, his girth was so wide I yelled in pain. Master just shoved my head down on his cock, and told me to shut up. Daddy fucked me pretty hard too, but not quite so long before he shot his load. Master pulled my head up again by the hair, told me to turn around and clean up Daddy’s cock, which I happily did. Afterwards, they both laid down on either side of me, caressing and kissing me, telling me that I was a “good slut”. Eventually, Master told me to get dressed to go home. Daddy put on his robe and walk me to the door. Before I left, he gave me a big kiss and hug, and exchanged phone numbers, telling me that they expected me back in a few days for more fun. After I got home, I saw a text from Daddy to let me know that next time I might have a second BBC that I would have to take care of. Hope it’s soon.

CUM. CUM on my face so I'm marked as a pig. CUM in my mouth. CUM down my throat. CUM in my fuckhole. CUM from a cock. CUM on the floor. CUM in a used condom. CUM on a toilet seat. CUM from a urinal. CUM out in a public place. CUM and more CUM!!! ALWAYS MORE thick, hot, creamy CUM!! NEVER, EVER enough sweet, slimy CUM!! Pig is ALWAYS hungry for stranger CUM!! Pig will NEVER waste one drop of CUM!! Every day, the pig wants to taste CUM!

Part 6 The ride to Steamworks was a blur. I saw buildings but didn't really notice them either. I was so horny. I needed anonymous raw tops to breed me. I needed another booTy bump. I needed to lose myself. I needed to give my fuckholes to anyone that wanted it. Before I knew it, the Uber stopped. I tipped the driver and headed in. There was a line to get in. I was worried that I might not get a room. When it was my turn, I was relieved that there were still rooms available. I got my key and towel and headed in. I wandered the halls looking for my room and was happy to see that it was busy. There were men of all different types walking around. Finally, I found my room and went in. I immediately stripped down to my jock and hit the poppers. I decided to hold off on the party favors for now and put them on the side table. I grabbed my poppers, lube, and key and headed out to explore. As I walked the halls, I could hear fucking and moaning coming from everywhere. I peeked into open rooms and found a lot of bottoms in breeding position. Outside one room, there was a crowd gathered. I stopped and looked. There was a bottom getting fucked by a top. The bottom was ass up head down and the top had a firm grip on his hips and was fucking him steadily. The bottom looked very young while the top was middle-aged. On the top's left shoulder was a biohazard symbol. As they continued to fuck, I looked and saw a condom wrapper on the floor. The top started to fuck harder then he pushed in hard. "I'm coming!" He held firm for a minute and pulled out. He was wearing the condom but it looked like it broke. He pulled it off. "Sorry slut. Looks like the condom broke. Looks like I came in you." The bottom spun around with a panicked look on his face. "Oh my god! How could the condom break? I only play safe! I am negative. Are you clean?" The top started to back away. "Don't worry, slut. I'm clean. Enjoy your first time at the bathhouse." The top backed out of the room. I presume he didn't want the bottom to see the biohazard symbol. As he got to the door, he quickly turned and walked away. As he got next to me, I spoke to the top. "Lucky bottom. Hope he welcomes your gift." The top gave me an evil smile. "I'm sure. I'll be around and ready to give more later if you want it too." "For sure, Sir. I would gladly welcome it." With that, he walked away. Another top had entered the bottom's room. I could see the condom on his cock. The bottom had calmed down and was back in position. I could see the top stroking his condom-covered cock. Just as he began to push into the boy's ass, I could see the top pull on the condom and I could see his cockhead break through. He slid into the boy's unsuspecting ass in one stroke. I smiled and walked away knowing the boy was going to have an amazing first night at the bathhouse. I continued through the halls and ended up in the shower area. There as a guy standing in the shower area without the water running. He was stroking his cock. I walked over to him and he turned to face me. I immediately knelt in front of him. He stepped forward and placed his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and took his hard cock in my mouth and started to suck. He put his hands on both sides of my head and started to fuck my face. After several thrusts, he pulled back a little but kept his cock head in my mouth. "Swallow my piss." I kept my mouth locked around his cock and felt him starting to pee. I swallowed as fast as I could as he continued to fill my mouth with his hot piss. Once he was done peeing, he backed away. "Thanks slut." He walked away. I got up and continued to explore. I walked the halls and checked out the various rooms. I entered the dark room and saw a bottom getting bred on the fuckbench. I watched a while and then continued to wander. Down one of the halls, I saw a rough looking guy standing against the wall. He saw me coming his way and I could see his eyes checking me out. I returned the gaze. He was about six feet tall, stocky with a nice combination of chubbiness and muscle on his tanned body. His hair was cropped short and he had tattoos on his arms and chest. He was wearing a towel around his waist. As I approached, I could see a bulge starting to grow which caused my heart to beat faster. I slowed down and stopped next to him. "Hello Sir" I croaked. "Hello boy. What are you looking for tonight?" "I am a sub bottom that is here to be used by any top that wants to use me." "Limits?" "No blood, scat, or condoms." "Works for me. Got a room?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Lead on." My heart was pounding as I tried to remember where my room was located. I found my way back to my room and anxiously opened the door. I stepped into the room and he followed behind me and closed the door. I immediately turned and knelt before him. He dropped the towel and his hard cock sprang up in front of my face. It was about 7 inches and moderately thick. I opened my mouth and moved closer and took his hard cock into my mouth. His cock felt like a molten rod as it moved over my tongue. I continued to go deeper on his cock until I began to feel like I needed to gag. I kept his cock in place and held back from gagging. He sensed my apprehension and put his hands on both sides of my head. He slowly pulled my head deeper on his cock. I relaxed and accepted his cock deeper until my mouth made it all the way down to his cock ring. He held my head still as his cock continued to grow and swell. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Get on the bed. Head down. Ass up." "Yes Sir." I turned around and climbed on the bed into position. I felt him come up behind me and felt his cock at my hole. He rubbed it through the crack and he pulled back a little. I heard the lube bottle get opened and heard his cock getting lubricated. I opened the poppers and took a deep inhale in each nostril and held it. "What do we have here? Party favors? Do you party, slut?" "Yes Sir. I sometimes do booTy bumps." I heard some rustling behind me and then felt his finger push into my fuckhole. "Good. Let's see how you do with the shard I just put in there." I started to feel that craving again. I needed to get bred. I felt his cock sliding through my crack and then it was at my entrance. I hit the poppers in each nostril again as he pushed his cock into me. I exhaled and moaned. His cock was the perfect length and girth. "Oh my god. Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, slut. I love the feeling of your fuckhole. It seems like it really needs my cock." "It does, Sir." He started to slowly fuck me. It felt like electricity was shooting through my body as he hit my prostate with each stroke. "I don't see a biohazard tattoo on you anywhere, slut. Are you poz?" "Not the last time I was tested even though I have taken a lot of poz loads this week in my fertile fuckhole." "Not on prep?" "No Sir. Never been on prep." I felt his cock swell. He started to pick up the pace. "So you are a fertile sub party slut. I like that. We are going to have fun." He grabbed my hips firmly and started to pick up the pace. I moaned in total ecstasy as he continued to fuck me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. He released my hair and grabbed my shoulders and fucked harder. Then, he let go of my shoulders and wrapped his hands around my throat. I smiled. "Yes Sir. Fuck me. Breed me. Knock me up." He tightened his hands around my throat and started to fuck even harder. I grabbed my poppers and held them under my nostril. I inhaled in my left nostril and he tightened his grip and cut off my oxygen. He started fucking harder. He started to slow down and relaxed his grip. I exhaled and immediately inhaled the poppers again. Again, he tightened his grip and cut off my oxygen again. Over and over, we repeated this process. I was getting higher each time I inhaled. Finally, he squeezed very tightly and slammed hard into me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Then, he released his grip around my throat and I gasped for air. I took several breaths trying to catch my breath. "Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, slut. You are such a good fuckhole. I am definitely not done with you. Do you have a place where we can continue to play?" "Yes Sir. I am staying at a hotel." He pulled his softening cock out of me. "OK. Good. Get dressed. We are going to your place. Call and Uber and meet me outside." He opened the door and walked out. I ordered an Uber and struggled to get dressed. Once I was done, I headed down to the front desk and checked out. I walked outside to wait for the Uber. Within a few minutes, two men walked out and joined me. One was the man that just bred me and the other was the guy with the biohazard tattoo on his shoulder that was breeding the boy earlier. "Hey Joe. This is the bottom that I just bred. We're heading to his hotel to continue the party. Interested?" "I remember him. He was the guy that liked me stealthing that boy earlier. Hell yeah. I am interested." Moments later, the Uber arrived. We all climbed in and headed to my hotel.

Part 4 He walked away and walked up the stairs. Part of me was scared about being left secured to the bench but part of me didn't care. I was floating in the clouds except for my fuckhole. It needed to be bred. After an undetermined amount of time, I heard him coming back down the stairs. I heard him doing something behind me and then he returned in front of me. He placed the pipe at my lips. I opened my mouth and he inserted it. He lit it and I inhaled as deeply as I could and held it. I exhaled and he placed the pipe in my mouth again. I inhaled again and held it. I exhaled and he put the pipe in my mouth a third time. I inhaled again and held. I exhaled and was completely lost in the clouds. "I've got some buddies coming over. We are going to enjoy your party favors and you of course. The rules are simple. You will suck what we want sucked. You will lick what we want licked. You will drink what we want you to drink. We like tweaked-out pigs. I can promise you that mine isn't the only toxic load you will taking tonight." Between being in the clouds and needing to get bred, I barely understood what he was telling me. I heard someone coming down the stairs. "Welcome Brad. Glad you could make it. He's already swallowed my chem piss and has my load in his fuckhole." An unfamiliar voice responded. "Nice. I see you have some party favors and I brought some of mine." "What can I get for you?" "Nothing. I'm gonna light up and then check out this tweaked-out fuckhole you got here." "Have at it. Enjoy!" I heard the lighter and someone inhaling behind me. He took multiple hits and then I felt him behind me. His hands were on my back and ass. Then, he reached underneath me and felt my shriveled cock through my jock. "Tina dick. Great. Don't want it getting in the way. You said he has a load in him already?" "Yep." "He won't need any lube then." "Not unless you want it. He took mine with just spit." His fingers invaded my abused hole. "Wow. You dumped a big load in him." He pulled his fingers out and I felt him move behind me. "Let me fuck some of that load back in him." I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. He held it there for a second and then pushed in. He wasn't as rough as Sam but he was firm. He paused for a minute and started to fuck me. I was happy. My needy fuckhole was being filled with what it needed - a hard raw cock. I was lost in my sensation when I realized that someone was in front of me. It was Sam. He spread his ass cheeks and pushed into my face. I immediately stuck my tongue out and started to rim him. His ass was very musky. "Get in there, slut." I pushed my tongue into his ass and was rewarded with a moan. I could taste his raunchy ass along with cum. He had at least one load in him. "That's right, slut. Get that load. It's got lots of bugs for you." I continued to try to get my tongue in as far as I could. My whole being needed to get that load out of his ass. I was disappointed as he moved away and went upstairs. I started to focus on the guy fucking me again. He had firm grip on my hips and was driving his cock deep in me. I moaned in pleasure knowing that my purpose was being fulfilled. Moments later, I heard two people coming back down the stairs. "Dammit Sam. You were right!" "Right? Come enjoy. Supplies are on the table if you want them." "Thanks." Sam returned in front of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Open" I opened my mouth wide. He spit into my mouth. "Swallow, you whore." I eagerly swallowed his spit. The guy behind me started to speed up and then pushed deep and held still. "ahhhhhhh" He held still for a couple of moments and pulled out. The new guest asked "How's the hole?" "He isn't stretched out yet but he is full of cum." "Great. Can we move him to the sling?" Sam replied, "Sure thing." My arms were unclipped from the bench and Sam helped me stand. I was struggling to keep my balance. Sam helped me over to the sling. I turned around and he helped me up into the sling. He attached my legs and arms to the chains. I finally had a look at the new guests. One guy was an average-looking guy with a nice-sized cock. The other guy was stripping down. He was thin and had a lot of tattoos all over his body. His head was shaved. When his pants were off, I could see his cock hanging low. It looked semi-flaccid but his cock was at least 7" already. He took several hits on the pipe. Unlike my cock, his started to grow after each hit. He put the pipe down and came over to me. "What's he on?" Sam replied "He has smoked a bunch and got a booty bump earlier. He also swallowed my chem piss." "Good. Did you use him Sam?" "Sure did." "So he must like it rough then." "Doesn't matter if he does or doesn't." "Damn right." I looked down and saw that he was holding his cock. It was now at least 9" and looked thick. "Well whore, as you know, Sam likes it rough. Well, he is actually too gentle for my tastes." He held his dry cock at the entrance of my fuckhole, grabbed the chains, and slammed into me. The pain was intense. It felt like he was ripping me open. He immediately starting fucking me hard. I had tears running down my face. "Oh look. He has tears. You know what turns me on even more? Tears." Somehow he managed to fuck me even harder as I felt his cock swell inside me. "Just so you know. I got out of prison not too long ago. Want to know what I was in for? They said I was too rough on someone that didn't want it. Well, to me, they all want it." I started to lose myself to the pain. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure. I was being used how I needed to be used. "See? They always want it." I completely lost myself to the clouds as the assault continued. At some point, it stopped. I looked down and saw the top had pushed in hard and his head was back in total pleasure. I was happy. I was able to bring him pleasure. His head came back down and he stared at me but didn't withdraw. He held still. That's when I felt it. My left arm had been released from the chain. It was by my side but it felt different. I looked over and saw a band around my arm just above my elbow. It was tight. Then I saw it and felt it. A needle was pushed into my arm. I looked at it as he pushed the plunger and I saw the liquid disappear. He released the band and pulled the needle out. A warmth started to overtake me. It felt like it was going to swallow me up. The need to cough overwhelmed me. I tried to stop it but couldn't. I coughed, my head leaned back, and then ecstasy took over. Things became fuzzy but I could feel the top fucking me hard again. It wasn't painful at all. Every molecule of my body was in limitless ecstasy. I lost total track of time and where I was. At some point, I started to become aware of my surroundings again. I wasn't on the sling any longer. It felt like I was on the floor. Warm water was hitting me. I must be getting a shower. I started to look up and realized that the shower wasn't running. There were several people standing over me. "Open your mouth, whore." I opened my mouth and tasted the piss. I swallowed as quickly as I could. Now, I became aware of what was going on. The guys were peeing on me. Each one stopped and walked away leaving me with Sam. "Stay here, whore. I will be right back." I slumped back on the floor and rested. I was covered in piss. There was also some other substance on my face. I reached up with my finger and scooped it and brought it to my lips. It was cum. At least one person came on my face as well. After some time, I started to come back to my senses. I was still laying in the shower stall. Then, I saw him returning to me. "Starting to come around?" "I think so." "OK. Think you can stand?" "I will try." I got to my knees and slowly stood. "Let's get you cleaned up. You can turn the shower on in front of you. You will want to wash off." I turned and faced the wall. I saw the knob and turned it on. The shower started above me. The water was cold but started to warm up quickly. I let the water wash over me. I made sure to run the water and my hands through my hair and over my face. I continued to rub my body. I got to my ass. It was very sore but felt good at the same time. He laughed, "Yeah. You aren't as tight as when you arrived." I finished washing off and turned off the shower. Sam brought me a towel. I wiped myself dry. I was starting to become more alert. I got out of the shower and headed over to the table. My pipe, lighter, and poppers were there but the baggie was empty. "Yeah. We used up all of your supplies." "That's ok." I picked up the pipe and lighter and went to get my clothes. I got dressed and put my remaining supplies in the pocket. I looked at my phone. It said it was 5a. Where had the time gone? I called an Uber and waited. Sam was picking up items on the table and putting them on shelves. "Thanks for the fun night. It was crazy wild." "Sure was. You are no longer a novice with Tina. You even slammed a few times." It came back to me. I looked down at my arm. There were a two punctures. Even though I was tired, I was starting to feel wired and horny again. I looked at my phone again. The Uber was just down the street. "My Uber is here." "OK. Let me show you the way." Sam came over and led me upstairs and toward the front door. "Hit me up next time you are in town and have supplies. We can party again." "Sure thing. Thanks!" I went out and hopped in the Uber and headed back to the hotel. I had been used and abused for hours and I wanted more. What was happening to me? I got back to the hotel room and put the do not disturb sign on the door. I went in and immediately stripped down. I grabbed the other baggie and pulled out a shard. I studied it. What should I do with this? I held it between my thumb and index finger. I laid on my back and brought my legs to my chest. I placed the shard at the entrance of my fuckhole. I pushed it slightly into the hole. Using my index finger, I pushed it deep inside me. I put my legs down and opened up the apps on my phone. I started sending messages to several tops. I got a response from one. "You looking?" "Yes. I was bred several times last night but am looking for more." "Full of cum?" "Not really. I just gave myself a booty bump and it has made me even hornier." "Oh." His chat disappeared. Guess I scared him off. I kept searching and sending messages. After a bit, I got a reply. "You looking?" "Yes. I have a booty bump in me and looking to get bred." "oooh. I like horny sluts. Location?" I sent him the hotel information. "ok. I will be there in 30 mins." "See you soon." I kept looking on the apps without much success. After about thirty minutes, I got a message on Grindr. "I'm pulling up. Room number?" I sent him the room number and propped the door open. I returned to the bed and got into position. The booty bump was in full effect. My fuckhole screaming for a raw cock. I heard the door open and close and heard clothes hit the floor. My ass was moving in anticipation and need. "You look like a needy slut." "Yes Sir. I need to get bred." "Good. I have a few loads for you. Hope you like them dirty." "They are the best." He started rubbing my ass and then moved his fingers to my crack. He stuck his finger into my fuckhole. "Got a shard in there?" "Yes Sir." He pulled his finger out and climbed between my legs. I heard him lubing his cock and then felt it in my crack. It was heavy. He slid it through my crack several times making it slick. Then, he placed the cock at my hole and pushed in slightly. It felt like the perfect size. He slid in slowly until he was all the way in. After the abuse my hole took last night, this was much nicer. He slowly started to fuck me, his hands gripping my hips. "Such a nice fuckhole. Feels well-used but not loose." "Thank you, Sir. It was meant to service tops." He continued to fuck me and steadily increased the pace. "How many dirty loads have you taken?" "I have lost count." "Are you on prep?" "No Sir. My cunt is fertile." "mmmmm. I love impregnating fertile cunts." His speed continued to increase and his grip continued to tighten. I was thoroughly enjoying this fuck. It was the best that I have felt in a long time. Was it because of his perfect cock? Was it because of the way he was fucking me? Was it because of the booty bump? Was it because of all of the partying from last night? I didn't care. This is what I am meant for. I know that I am going to be chasing this feeling going forward. I snapped back to reality. He was gripping me tight. "Take my toxic load, slut!" He grabbed my hips tight and drove forward. I felt his cock swell and fill my fertile hole with his precious seed. He held still for a moment and slowly withdrew. "On your back, slut." I turned over and laid on my back. I got a look at him. He was above-average in height and thin. He had several dark patches on his body. Both of his nipples were pierced. His face was gaunt. He pushed my legs back and bent down and started to rim my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. He worked around the outside of my hole and then stuck his tongue in deep. I could feel him lapping up the cum in my well-used hole. After several minutes, he stopped. I looked back down in time to see him climb between my legs. His long cock was hard. He grabbed it with his hand and placed it at the entrance of my hole. He started moving up at the same time as he began to push into me. In one long move, he pushed all the way into me and moved all the way on top of me until we were face-to-face. His steel-grey eyes stared down at me and he began to slowly fuck me. He used long, firm, powerful strokes. I bent upward and started to lick his left nipple ring. He moaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He stopped fucking and held himself deep inside me. I continued to flick my tongue on his nipple ring. Each time I did, he would moan and his cock would pulsate inside me. It felt so good. He started to fuck me again. I tried to keep my mouth on his nipple ring but I couldn't any longer. He reached his arm over my head. His armpit was just above my head. I could smell the musk. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered his armpit to my mouth. I lapped up the sweaty musky flavor. His cock swelled again inside of me as he continued to fuck me. After several strokes, he pulled his arm away and moved it to grab each of my arms. He pulled my arms over my head and held them there. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with a determined look. I could also see the pleasure on his face as he continued to fuck me. He exuded dominance in holding my hands above my head. I was powerless but to take his raw cock and seed. I was in heaven. He let go of my hands but I kept them locked above my head. He smiled down at me. He moved his hands to my chest and pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned. Then his hands moved. They were around my throat. I opened my eyes and saw a sadistic smile on his face. He squeezed my neck slightly. I smiled in pleasure. He increased the pressure on my neck. He wasn't cutting off my oxygen completely but was restricting it. I was loving it. He started to fuck me with desperation. He continued to fuck harder and then he pushed in and squeezed my throat tightly. He completely cut off my oxygen as I felt his cock swell. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He released his hands from around my throat. I gasped. "Thank you, Sir." "You are such a good slut." He stayed inside me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I rolled over on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. "How long are you in town, slut?" "I leave tomorrow morning." "OK. I would love to stop back later tonight and get another crack at your fuckhole." "I'd love that, Sir." "OK. I'll let you know later." With that, he went into the bathroom, got cleaned up, got dressed and left. I was still horny but I needed to try to rest a little. I still had a good portion of the day and another night.

Part 2 I got up the next morning and got ready for my trip to Toronto. I went out and grabbed breakfast at Tim Hortons. I hung around the hotel for a few hours to allow for traffic to subside. I left the hotel about 10a and started the drive to Toronto. The drive was slow. Even though I left after rush hour, traffic was less than ideal. I pulled into the hotel parking lot at almost 12p and checked in. Even though I was earlier than normal check-in, they had a room ready for me. I got to my room and was impressed. It was a nice-sized room with a bunch of windows. I headed out and walked to a local store to stock up on some necessary supplies. I grabbed a pack of water bottles, soft drinks, and snacks. I dropped off my supplies at the hotel and went back out to grab some lunch. I brought it back to the room and ate while I checked out BBRT. I sent messages to a few interesting people. I was trying to determine what I would do for the evening. I decided that if I couldn't find anyone to hookup, I would head to Steamworks. I sent messages to the guys on Telegram to tell them that I had gotten to Toronto. After lunch, I douched in case I had any luck in the afternoon. The afternoon was slow. I talked to a bunch of fakes. I decided to create a quick connect ad on BBRT: "neg bb btm hosting in hotel room. All tops welcome to breed me. Lube and poppers available. All loads accepted. Poz encouraged" I decided to stop looking for a bit and went to Breeding Zone. I read a bunch of stories in the Backroom. I eventually went to the ChemSex stories. I was enjoying reading about guys that got corrupted by chems. The entire time I was reading the stories, I was hitting the poppers and wondered how other chems might be. I thought back to the guy I spoke to on Telegram. I decided to check out NKP and expand my search on BBRT for guys that might be interested in showing me the ropes. My phone beeped. It was a message on Telegram from Jeff. "Sorry. I just saw your message." "No problem. How are you?" "Good. Getting ready to leave work. You make it to Toronto?" "Yep. I am naked and high on poppers in my hotel room. I've been looking for tops but not having much luck yet." "Yeah. Toronto is hit or miss sometimes." "Any chance we might meet this weekend?" "Yes. You mentioned that you might be interested in trying PnP?" "Yes. I am nervous about it but am interested." "Good. I stocked up on some supplies so we can party." I was nervous. "I haven't ever done more than poppers. Just nervous if I will be able to handle them." "It's fine. We can take it slow. Won't slam the first time. Smoking can be good." "What about a booty bump?" "Sure. I can make that happen too." "I've heard it can make a btm like me really need to get bred." "Yep. I can make that happen too as long as you are good to take poz cock." "My neg hole prefers poz cock and loads." "Great. Probably best that you come here in case we smoke." "I can do that. When?" "Let's shoot for 8p tonight. I'll send you the address a little later." "OK. Can't wait. Talk soon." I went back to BBRT and found I had a message to my quick connect ad. It simply gave his phone number. I checked his profile. For his status, it said "Ask me." I texted him. "Hi. You responded to my BBRT ad. You looking?" "Yes. Location?" I gave him the hotel information. "Thanks. I prefer totally anon. Got a blindfold?" "Yes." I grabbed the blindfold from my suitcase. I had bought one but hadn't been using it when I have been hooking up. "OK. Will be there soon. Will let you know when I get there." "Great. Your profile said to ask you about your status." "I'm poz. See you soon." I got the room ready for his arrival. After about thirty minutes, he texted me again. "Room number?" I texted him the number and asked "You on meds or not." "Not." I was excited. I propped the door open and got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. I pulled the blindfold on and hit the poppers. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard the familiar sound of clothes hitting the floor. I heard him walk over to the bed, pick up the poppers, and take a hit. I heard the sound of him opening the lube and squirting on his cock. He got up on the bed behind me and took another hit. I took another hit in each nostril. "Spread that ass." I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him take another hit and pushed his cock in. His cock felt great. It was an ideal thickness - not too thin and not so thick that it hurt. I also enjoyed the length as he thrust into me. I let go of my ass cheeks and hit the poppers again. I heard him hit the poppers and felt his cock swell. slightly. He slapped my ass and started to fuck me. "I love anon scenes, slut." "Me too, Sir." "You have no idea who I am. You have let an unknown stranger put his cock in your slut hole." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I hit the poppers again and heard him do the same. "All that you know is that I am poz and not on meds." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "I am enjoying using your sluthole. I haven't cum in several days. You are going to get a big toxic load." He slapped my ass and started picking up the pace. I hit the poppers again. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Dump your toxic load deep in me." "Take this toxic load, slut!" He slammed into me hard. I pushed back on his thrust to keep my balance. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I was in ecstasy as each shot of cum hit my prostate. After a few minutes, he pulled out and slapped my ass. "Thanks, slut. Enjoy your time in town." I laid down on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. I heard him get dressed and left. I pulled the blindfold off and sent him a text. "Thanks, Sir. I am in town until Monday morning. Let me know if you want another crack at my sluthole." "Will do." I checked the clock. It was about 4p. I still had several hours to go. Nothing was looking too promising. I decided to grab some food early so I could be ready for the evening. I continued to watch porn. My phone beeped. It was Jeff. "Sorry. We can't get together tonight. Family emergency." Fuck. I got my hopes up again for another fake. I responded. "OK. Hope everything turns out ok." Guess my evening is free now. I jumped back on BBRT. My quick connect ad had expired. There were other ads but they were all bottoms. I went on grindr and Sniffies. More fakes. I was frustrated. Was my trip a waste of time and money? I got on NKP and had a reply. He gave me his number. I texted him. "Hi. This is Greg from NKP. How are you?" "Hey. OK. You looking to PNP?" "I haven't ever done more than poppers but have always been curious about getting a booty bump." "I can do that. I need supplies. Can you venmo?" "How much you need?" "100" I understood needing to contribute to his purchasing supplies but this didn't seem right. Sounded like a scam. I blocked the number. I started to wonder if I should go to Steamworks or not. I was frustrated. I checked Sniffies to see how busy it looked and it didn't look promising. I continued to search grindr and BBRT. Eventually, I got a message from a top on BBRT. His profile said he was undetectable. For drug use, it said ask me. "You looking for some raunchy fun tonight?" I responded and gave him my number. A few minutes later, I got a text. "Hi slut. We are talking on BBRT." "Hello Sir. I am a sub bb btm. I am always looking for tops to use me." "Cool. I am high at home and need some raunchy fun. What do you get into?" "I am pretty open. I only take it bareback though." "That's good with me. Only play bare here too. You open to ParTy?" "Hot. I have only done poppers so far but am open for more." "Never done it?" "Not yet. I have always been curious about booty bumps but haven't found top to show me the ropes." "Want to come over now?" "Sure. You hosting?" "Yes." "Cool. What's the address?" He sent the address. "Says about 30 minutes. Want me to call an Uber now?" "Yes. Text me when you get here." "OK." I requested an Uber and got dressed. I grabbed my lube, poppers, room key, and phone and headed down to meet the Uber. It arrived a few minutes later. I hopped in and was on my way. I was nervous about the kinds of play that may happen but was excited as well. What did he mean by raunchy play? Was it play that I hadn't tried yet? Maybe I should just cancel and go to Steamworks? I kept going back and forth until the driver told me that I had arrived. I looked out. It was a pretty run-down apartment complex. I tipped him and got out. I was nervous but texted him. "I'm here." "OK. Buzz apartment 303. I will let you in." I walked over to the door and pressed 303. Seconds later, the door buzzed. I walked into the building. It was run-down inside too. I walked down the hall to the elevators and took it to the third floor. I got out and headed to the apartment. The door was ajar. I pushed the door open and stepped in. It was mostly dark in the apartment. I heard him close the door behind me. "Take off your clothes and follow me to the playroom." I immediately took off my clothes but left my jock on. I grabbed my lube and poppers and followed him. In the darkness, it was hard to make him out but he was tall and thin. I could make out that he was hairy. We walked through the main area into a small hallway. I could see red light coming from one of the rooms. He walked into that room and I followed. My heart was beating hard. There was slightly more light in this room but it was all red. There was a mattress on the floor. There was various drug paraphernalia scattered on the bed and nearby. Next to the bed, a portable sling had been setup. There was a table next to the sling. On that table, there was more drug paraphernalia. My eyes came back to my host. I could make him out a little better. He was hairy. His face was gaunt and looked weathered. I looked down and saw his uncut cock was long but still semi-soft. "Thanks for coming slut. Been a long time since I had a newbie here." "Thank you, Sir. I am nervous but open as long as you take it slow with me." "Don't worry. We will have fun. I am going to get you into the sling to start." I followed him over to the sling. "Hop in." I turned around and got my butt up into the sling. I slid down until my butt was hanging off the end. He grabbed each leg and secured to the cuffs. "I am leaving your arms free. Before we begin, drink this down. You will need to stay hydrated." He handed me a cup. I drank what he gave me. It tasted like Gatorade but had a slightly different taste. He started rubbing his hands over my legs and chest. I moaned when he started sucking on one of my nipples. He moved around to the other side of the sling and started sucking on my other nipple. I realized that I was enjoying it but was also starting to feel very relaxed. I was no longer nervous. "Feeling relaxed now?" "Yes Sir. Very relaxed." "Good. Glad I could take the edge off. It will make everything go easier now." I didn't quite understand what he meant but I was good with it. He disappeared but I could hear him moving around. Next thing that I knew, he was between my legs. He pulled my jock up and rubbed my cock until it started to get hard. "Let's see how long this lasts." I felt his finger at my hole. He pushed in and held it there for a moment. Then, he began to lightly finger fuck me. He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. This time, it hurt. I felt some scratching as his finger worked its way deep in me. "Let's see how long this takes." He pulled his finger out and disappeared. Shortly after, my head started to spin. My craving to get fucked escalated. He returned. "Starting to get the craving?" I struggled to get out the words "Yes Sir." He grabbed my cock. It had shriveled up. "Yep. Just like I expected. Useless. That's called Tina dick." My brain was scrambled but I remembered something from the things I read. This can happen from Tina. How did this happen? When did I get Tina? Did he push a shard in me? "Wha wha how?" He laughed. "Yes. I gave you a booty bump just like you wanted. Time to help it melt and to satisfy your need." I felt his cock push into my hole. It was well-lubricated. "mmmm. I'm gonna love filling your cunt with my poz cum." With that, he started to fuck me. I was in ecstasy. I have no idea how long he fucked me. Then he stopped and pulled out. "Be right back, slut." He left the room. I felt empty. My fuckhole needed to be filled immediately. I was starting to squirm with horniness. Then, he came back in the room and had someone with him. "See? I told ya. I introduced him to your Tina. I think he likes it." The other guy responded. "Yep. It has that effect. Mind if I use him?" "Sure. Go ahead. He already has two of my loads in him. I am sure he needs more." "Thanks." The other guy came over between my legs. I was having trouble focusing. He was white with a shaved head. Definitely looked rough. He pushed his cock hard into my used fuckhole. "Damn. So sloppy in there." "Yeah sorry. I hadn't cum in a while. Dumped a huge load in there." He grabbed my legs and started fucking me. My host came over to my head. He had a glass pipe in his hands. He lit it and took a big hit. He bent over and kissed me. He pushed the smoke into my mouth and held his mouth over mine. Then he pulled back. I coughed. "First shotgun. Before you leave, you will be smoking on your own." He lit up again and took a hit and shotgunned me again. He pulled back but I held the smoke in my lungs. "Yeah. Hold it as long as you can." Finally, I released. "Good slut. You are on your way." My head was spinning. I had no idea where I was or how long I was there. I started to feel more normal. I looked down and the shaved guy wasn't there. There was a black guy fucking me now. I have no idea when he arrived. My host reappeared by my head. He had the pipe again. "Time for you to do your own first hit." He held the pipe to me and I took it in my hand. I held it to my lips. He lit the pipe. I sucked in. "Deeper. Deeper." I kept inhaling until I couldn't inhale any longer and pulled the pipe from my lips. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I coughed a little. "Good. Another." I repeated the process. I started to get fuzzy again. I lost track of time again. I started to come to my senses. I looked down and saw someone pull out of me and walk away. I didn't recognize him. My host returned and unlocked my legs. I got out of the sling. I struggled to stand but was able to maintain my balance. My host led me to the door. "Time for you to head out. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can sell you a glass pipe and some shards. I can show you the ropes for you to smoke." I called an Uber and started to get dressed. "OK. How many people?" "Fucked you? I lost track. After my dealer fucked you, several of my customers came by and I offered them your ass. Some paid some good dollars for their stash plus a chance to unload in you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome. Contact me tomorrow if you want to buy from me." The Uber arrived and I headed back to the hotel.

Part 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of me....

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

Being completely nude. Something about the akin-on-skin, the sight of a bare body, the freedom of feeling air against your everywhere... I just love being nude and having my guy nude when we are being physical.

A 25 yo 'straight' guy messaged me on Grindr wanting to fuck me today. I said sure, where? He replied that he was stuck at home with his kid but could host. Hm. Then he sent a pic of a nice big dick, so I said yes. When I got there, he answered the door almost naked... A tall young guy. His little boy, maybe 2-3 was playing quietly with toys in the living room. Dad led me into a bedroom and shut the door. He started wanking while I stripped off my jeans. He just said 'doggy' so I go on my knees on the bed and he plunged it right in, fucking so hard I was immediately pushed flat face down. Luckily, I already had a load in me from another guy to lube a bit 😎 After pounding fully deep strokes for only about a minute, he was suddenly still with his hard dick balls deep in me... I felt spurt after spurt of cum, over and over flooding into me, a really powerful pulsing. He pulled out quickly and said thanks... By the time I got my jeans on, ass dripping, he had already gone and I could hear the shower running. As I left, he yelled out 'thanks' again. I waved goodbye to the kid, who looked up and smiled as I passed. I guess he really needed to blow badly!

Great start! Looking forward to the next chapter.

Speaking of court jesters....

It's the same pressure that impatient guys apply when having sex so they can move on to the next fuck. I find a better experience is to let things happen at their natural rate.

Getting Away, Part 12 Matt sees people decorating golf carts for the day’s Mardi Gras themed parade, coffee/donuts at the band stage/chow hall, and a few guys wave as he runs past. As Matt clears the camp entrance, he decides to pick up the pace. He has an hour so he wants to make the most of it as he runs. Matt starts thinking about Paul and Snake, John and Rugby, Jay and High Dude and last night’s sex party/orgy/group sex. For a place he was supposed to come to get away from all the drama; this place is ALL drama. First, Paul. Matt loves Paul. Paul must be Matt’s priority. Paul’s declaration that he is “in love with Matt” is news to Matt. Matt knew they shared a special bond, but Paul has been fucking as many guys as Matt has this weekend….so what does that mean? Matt decides that he loves Paul, but he needs to ask about the sex. Because, they both like sex and…well…..they have a lot of it with other people. And, Matt admits, since they both fuck almost exclusively bareback, that is double the risk exposure for them both if they keep this up. Matt also realizes that the exposure thing isn’t new since they’ve been fucking for months and fucking other people for months; but Matt is noticing it is weighing more on him because it's risking Paul too. Matt returns to yesterday’s thoughts – is Matt being reckless for both of them? Second, Snake/Adrian. Matt decides he isn’t going to call Adrian by his nickname any more. His name is Adrian and it’s a sexy name. Adrian makes him feel protected and secure in his decisions, even though that first night of bareback sex in the field was pretty manipulative. But that was Matt’s decision and one Matt does not regret. And, beyond the sex, Adrian is a pretty nice guy. Watching how he leaned in to “taking care” of John this morning was nice. Third, the sex in the field. How the fuck many guys fucked him? He knows Jamie, Adrian, and “July bottom,” fucked him. Matt can’t remember who the others are or how many there were. It felt so good asking each guy to bareback him and he loved when they shot inside him. His cock is reacting thinking about it. But, how many men there were and who they were is weighing on Matt. He realizes he may be talking to someone this weekend who fucked him and Matt won’t have any clue. And, he let this all happen out in the open. Everyone at the campgrounds will know that he, like many of Adrian’s other conquests, took in bareback from multiple guys last night. Ugh! Matt wanted to curb this slutty behavior coming up here and now he has just ramped it up. Matt decides he needs to ask Adrian what all happened to put his mind at rest some because this could get inside his head. As Matt turns back to the campground, he focuses on John. This is about John, but also about Rugby. Rugby’s “bottoms are inferior” complex is fucking with John. Granted, John’s internalized stuff is his own, but Rugby ain’t helping. That is some bullshit. Matt has been dealing with this since college. “Bottoms aren’t masculine.” “Bottoms want to be women.” “Bottoms are sluts and Tops are studs.” What fucking bullshit, the gay community only works because we have tops and bottoms. The gay community really messes with guy’s heads with these stereotypes. And fucking AIDS doesn’t help. Bottoms are more at risk, but not the only ones at risk. This makes Matt so angry because it messed him up for years. Matt doesn’t realize that his pace as increased as he is getting angry. John’s shitty homophobic messages are messing with his self-esteem. John has internalized the “bottoms are inferior” message for so long that he is ashamed. With Matt, another bottom, John has opened up about what he likes. If Rugby and his friends can give John the space to realize he hasn’t changed just because he is a bottom, then John may find the ability to shake his shame. Matt wishes he could just hold John and let him know it’s all going to be okay, but he knows that internalized messages like these are insidious. If Rugby can just be a little more like Paul – Paul doesn’t shame bottoms – then maybe it’ll help John a bit. Matt chuckles as he thinks, “It’ll probably get Rugby more ass too.” Next he wrestles with the final question. Jay and High Dude. It’s basically the same problem as Rugby and John, but High Dude is violent. Matt knows he doesn’t like High Dude and hasn’t since they first met. But the other guys in their group, including Jay and Jamie, are good dudes. Maybe they already found the solution in letting Jay stay with them for the rest of the weekend. Matt selfishly thinks, “Now if I can only keep Paul’s cock out of Jay’s cute little butt.” Matt laughs and shakes his head at the thought as he runs. Matt has run all the way back to the cabin. He has to cool down and walks back to the pool and then back to the cabin. During his cool down the sweat has really started to pour. Matt needs a shower. He goes back to the cabin. Paul and Jay aren’t back yet. Matt, taking advantage of the empty cabin for a bit, strips off, makes another pot of coffee, preps their first drinks – Bloody Maria’s (tequila!) and pops it in the fridge. He hears, “Fuck you have an amazing ass Matt. I mean amazing. It touches at the top, gets plump and then the ass cheeks don’t even touch your hips at the bottom. It almost looks like you were genetically made a bottom,” says Jay. Paul agrees and whistles, “High and tight for sure. Matt has a perfect ass." Matt looks at Jay and slyly smiles and says, “Feeling like a top in this moment?” Matt jokingly bends over the kitchen counter and wiggles his ass at the other bottom boy. Jay laughs, grabs the vegetable oil and lubes his cock. He pushes his hard cock on Matt’s ass, The oil and well fucked ass allow him to slide in easily. As the “feeling like a top” joke quickly becomes a reality, Jay moans and Matt groans. Paul watches both bottoms fuck. He’s amused and turned on. It’s been months since Jay fucked someone as a top and he is remembering how good it feels to have your cock in a warm, tight ass. Matt’s grunt betrays some discomfort. Jay pushed in a little quicky, but he has an average 6” cock so it didn’t hurt much. Matt is wondering how many guys blew their loads in Jay this weekend. He already knows for sure that High Guy and Paul have and probably a few others. Matt pushes the internal doubts away and thinks, “Fuck it.” He says, “Fuck me” and pulls Paul in for a kiss. Paul and Matt kiss deeply. Paul feels Matt wants him through the kiss. The kiss feels like Matt might get more pleasure in this moment from touching and kissing Paul, than from the cock stuffed up his ass. Paul rubs Matt’s shoulders as they kiss. He breaks off and asks, “Can I fuck you using this vegetable oil too this morning?” He winks. He hears Jay say, “Fuck off. It was right on the counter and Matt was shaking his ass in my direction.” All three boys laugh. Jay’s fuck picks up the pace as he remembers a top is supposed to fuck and not just leave his dick inside. Jay feels some more pressure on his cock and thinks Matt must be using his ass muscles to squeeze gently as they fuck. Jay pulls slowly out and pushes quickly passed those tightened muscles. He closes his eyes. He feels Paul come around him and rub his shoulders and feels Paul's cock against his hole. Jay says, “Paul if you put your monster in my ass now I’ll cum and lose this fuck.” Paul says, “No worries. Just making you feel good.” He drops to his knees and spreads Jay’s hole and begins eating his ass. He does this for a few minutes until Jay picks up his pace of fucking Matt. Paul puts some oil on his fingers and rubs them on Jay’s hole. He says, “Are you close?” Jay says in a breathy voice almost a moan, “Very.” Then as he pulls out he feels Paul’s fingers push in his ass. As Jay pushes back inside Matt, Paul lightly rubs Jay’s prostate and Jay moans loudly. He cums deeply in Matt’s ass. As Jay’s muscles relax, he feels Paul remove his fingers from his ass. Paul says, “Holy shit Jay, you almost broke my fingers off you squeezed down so hard.” Jay, collapsed on Matt’s back, softly apologizes. Matt lifts up, grabs the oil and rubs some on Paul’s cock. He looks at Paul and says, “Come make love to me.” He pulls Paul by his hard cock to the couch. Matt lies back on it and spreads his legs. He watches as Paul lifts his legs higher and angles his cock just right. Paul’s cock slides home into Matt. Matt and Paul both moan. Paul leans forward and kisses Matt, legs over his shoulders and cock sliding deeper. Matt’s hands are on Paul’s back. Jay is watching and feels like he is seeing two guys who fit together well. As Paul and Matt begin a soft lovemaking, Jay is turned on. That horniness becomes voyeurism as he watches Paul pushing cushions out of the way and ensuring Matt’s comfort as the fuck begins in earnest. Jay feels like he is watching something intimate. This is no longer the threesome they began; it’s a twosome. Jay, feeling embarrassed and a bit like an intruder, decides to take a shower. Matt and Paul don’t notice Jay leave the room or the shower turn on. Their focus is entirely on each other. Paul is fucking Matt hard now. Matt is moaning. Their kiss only recently broken again so Paul can truly give Matt the fuck he wants. Matt’s hands are on Paul’s lithe body, firmly feeling the man fucking him. Matt rubs those hands over Paul’s hard nipples and Paul shivers. Matt knows this man – too much attention to the nipples and Paul will lose his rhythm. Matt groans as Paul drives his cock in again. Paul grabs Matt’s cock and begins to stroke it. They are very slippery fucking with kitchen oil. Matt is close. Paul is close. Paul says, “Want to cum at the same time?” Matt nods and slides his hands around Paul’s shoulders because he knows Paul is about to hunch over for his final few thrusts. Paul does just that and continues to stroke Matt. Matt says, “I’m cumming.” The cum shoots out of his cock in ropes covering Matt and Paul. Paul, feeling Matt’s muscles tighten, says, “Me too.” Paul unloads in Matt’s ass for the second time this morning. As the last of the cum drips into and onto Matt from his cock and Paul’s, Paul leans in and kisses Matt. Matt hugs Paul closely and Paul lets Matt hold him. Jay comes out of the bathroom and says, “You guys look so sweet but my luggage and clothes are now scattered at your legs and feet and on the floor and the chair next to you. Can you move so I can see what’s clean?” Jay laughs. The boys laugh. Matt and Paul get up and shower together. In the shower, the boys talk. They can’t have jealousy about sex with other men, but they should continue to be as open about it as they are right now. But if one tells the other he needs him and just him, then the partner is the priority. Paul says, “These aren’t perfect, but they’re a start. We can figure the rest out together ok boyfriend?” Matt smiles broadly at the word "boyfriend." It feels like the right word. Matt says, "Yes, boyfriend, ok." Matt and Paul kiss. Matt gets out of the shower and says, “We’ve got some people to talk to. I need to find out from Adrian exactly what happened last night. I don’t remember everything.” Matt then explains his other thoughts about John, Rugby, Jay’s friends, etc. Paul nods along and says, “I have a feeling that Rugby, John, and Jay and his friends are all gonna be up in our shit today. Can we go to the pool? I don’t really want all those guys up in our cabin today. And if the conversation gets heated, at least the water can cool us off.” Matt says, “Sure. That’s a good idea.” As Paul is putting on moisturizer he says, “Matt. You really are good at making me feel included in all our stuff. And you pick the good nuggets out of all the dumb drama around us – like the important stuff. At times, you remind me of my granddad. He always knew what needed his focus and what was “noise”. But like a hot, sexy, younger version of him.” Matt kisses Paul on the cheek. Matt says, “This cabin and camp are starting to feel like a place I belong. It’s so cheesy to say, but it almost feels like people are accepting, welcoming……it feels like a nice little home away from home.”

I think the title of this thread is actually a kind of teachable idea for anyone who is thinking of starting to bareback: "NEED to bareback - neg SCARED of becoming poz" This really is it for me: NEED vs SCARED. That balance between an intense sexual desire and fantasy that's drawing itself into your reality, versus the fear of consequences, and in particular, becoming HIV-positive. Now for me, I'm a chaser, so becoming Poz would be (pun intended) a positive outcome for me, but that's simply not the case for the majority of barebackers. But I completely connect with this idea of NEED. When I started barebacking as a btm in 2012, it had gotten to the point of being a NEED: I needed a total stranger - or multiple strangers - to fuck and cum in me, and in the end, what it took for me to get over being SCARED was a few drinks and a random hookup in the toilets of a London Soho bar. Hardly the most stylish way to do it maybe, but it got me past my SCARED. It got me to tip my scales towards that NEED. And I won't say that I wasn't still scared afterwards, but yeah there was full acceptance that I had done it. I was still scared of becoming poz in those days, but I didn't freak out and go: oh shit, get me on PEP right now! I accepted the consequences of my actions. And it turns out, the major consequences of my actions on that drunken night were to want it more. I didn;t get HIV from that one fuck, because actually getting HIV is something of a challenge, a roulette: I know - I've been trying! In the years 2013-18, my rule was to let the top decide about condoms, and more than 50% of the time, I was fucked bare. This practice - to take the decision out of my own hands and submit to the top's will - was perfectly authentic for me as a btm sub, and tipped the scales so completely that only NEED remained. That need to have men cum inside me, as much as possible. These days I'm addicted, and weirdly proud of that, but you certainly don't have to go as far as I have done in this NEED/SCARED equation. But I digress (hey there ADHD! 🤣) - the point is that your decision to start barebacking will always play upon these dynamics of NEED vs SCARED. These days, you can tip the scales a bit more safely with Prep, but I say that living in a country with free healthcare. That's not the case in the US, and other countries. In the end, my own advice, based on my experience would be to JUST DO IT. That NEED isn't going to go away, and there are lots of things you can do - Prep, find a trusted partner, etc - to lower the risk so that SCARED isn't going to feel so intense. The chances of getting HIV from just one fuck are pretty low, and virtually zero if you go on Prep. If you can't get it out of your head, then it's just going to become a pathological situation, intensifying in the background to such an extent that when you do eventually do it, it'll be a wild desperate set of risks you take, because the NEED will have grown into a mountain, but so will the SCARED. Start now, when that NEED is less rampant and pathological, and you are able to be a lot more mindful about these two dynamics. Unexpressed desires often barrel into psychological issues, and really the only two paths ahead are either expression or eradication. Fear will not be a great teacher, and will not assist in either of these: if you cannot mindfully let it go - truly let it go completely, with a smile and a relaxed breath - then you'll have to express. But true eradication is hard, and is often only partially completed. That NEED comes barrelling back. So my advice: Express the NEED in your sexuality, and take the steps you have to do in order to reduce that SCARED. Prep is a good first step for someone like you I think. Good luck, hope you are able to find the right balance between that NEED and that equally valid SCARED, and do what feels right for you ❤️

Part 6 Upon entering the shady establishment the light was dim and the atmosphere was a little hazy due to people smoking inside and not all of it was cigarette smoke. Indistinct rock music was playing over low quality speakers. There were metal support beams, a cement floor, and the walls had chipping paint. The interior looked like an old abandoned factory that was shoddily set up as a bar. I saw various types of men. Short, tall, skinny, fat, some muscular. Many of them in fetish gear and leathers. I was the youngest guy there by a couple decades as far as I could tell. We walked past a chubby bearded guy who looked like a bouncer. He seemed to know uncle Chester. They exchanged looks as we continued inward. It was a little overwhelming being in a place like this. I hadn’t been anywhere this rough. I felt eyes on me from all corners of the room. I had to admit it was feeling quite intimidated but tried not to show it. Uncle Chester found us a table and we sat down with several other men. They were probably the most shady group of guys I’d ever seen. Older men, various body types but no one was in shape. I wore a little smile and tried to be polite. Everyone looked at us. “Chester you old freak. Who’s this young thing you brought with you?” One of the men asked. He was thin but very toned. Veins all over his arms and a raspy voice. A balding chubby bear with a grey beard and large pumped out nipples was next to him across from me. The bear had a small leather vest that covered almost nothing. “Just a new boy toy. Figured I’d show him some of my favorite hangouts.” Uncle Chester conversed with the group of men at the table. We made quick introductions but I could barely remember anyone’s name. Uncle referring to me as his boy toy felt off. But he did say he didn’t want people here knowing I was his nephew. Perhaps it would come off as inappropriate for two gay family members to come to a place like this. But when I thought about it, we kinda already crossed that line. He stole a load from me with his ass and nearly planted one in me earlier. Although he called that a “preview” so did it really count as getting fucked? I’d prefer to think not. I enjoy hanging out with him but some of our play has gone over the line several times. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he actually was considering me his new boy toy. Chester and the men were recounting past sexual exploits. Their talk was quite graphic. I listened for a while but then I felt something between my legs. I looked down and there was a foot rubbing my crotch. It was the bears foot, sitting across from me. He and the other men were talking to uncle Chester, while he was covertly foot groping me. I didn’t know what to do so I pretended to not notice. My dick definitely noticed though. I felt it springing to life at the contact. “I’ll get us some drinks. You boys chat for a bit.” Uncle Chester got up and left me alone with the men. I don’t think he even noticed me getting groped. “So you’re enjoying your time with Chester?” The veiny man asked. “Yeah I’ve been staying at his place for a few days while I’ve been backpacking.” The bear kept up his under table foot rubbing. At one point he managed to undo my fly and pull my dick out with his toes. He was rubbing my cock with his foot under the table. It seemed wrong to do this sort of thing in public but it was dark and it felt good. I didn’t know if I had the will to stop it. “A traveling man. So you just happened to land in his web? He usually manages to catch all the fresh meat passing through.” “Yeah I guess so. He’s a lively guy.” I tried keeping a straight face and hold back a moan or two. “He he, a subtle way of saying he’s been non stop pumping your ass full of that pancake batter.” That wasn’t accurate but I just awkwardly smiled and nodded. The bear took his foot away. I was pretty hard now. I was almost disappointed he stopped but I was concentrating on making it go down. The bear got up and sat next to me, wrapping and arm around me. “Since you’ve been with Chester I’m sure you’ve been introduced to a lot of kinky fun by now. Your dick definitely responded well.” “Oh Clyde, were you playing footsie under the table? Didn’t take you long to try and score sloppy seconds.” The veiny man chuckled. “He’s a cutie. I couldn’t resist.” He pulled into him and started sucking on my neck. It felt like a bear hug. He was exploring my body with his big hands. His tongue slobbered my neck and collar bone. “Mmm, you’re a delicious boy.” “I think Clyde likes you, Will.” The veiny guy stood up, I saw his dick was out and erect. He wore a cock ring that made his dick bulge red with popping veins down his shaft and an aggressive cock head. He walked over to me and put a hand on me shoulder. “Since Chester has already marked ya, you won’t mind what I’ve got to offer.” He twitched his cock up and down. Pre was dripping from it. Clyde had his hand gripping my cock, stroking it. “I’m not done with him yet.” The bear raised an arm and pushed my face into his pit. He lowered his arm and pinned me underneath. I could barely breathe. His sent was strong and intoxicating. Things were progressing at an alarming rate. “Arther, Clyde, you two playing with my things behind my back?” Uncle Chester came back with a couple drinks. The two men slowly backed off like it was all fun and games. I finally came up for air. My face was covered in the bears sweat. “It’s your fault for bringing in such a handsome little stud. There are plenty of trolls around eyeing him up. We were just keeping him safe for ya.” “How thoughtful of you.” Uncle Chester sat down next to me and handed me a drink. I think it was a whisky neat. “Since you’re letting your hard on fly out Arther, I might as well free the old beast.” “Yeah show us that monster, Chester.” Uncle Chester whipped out his cock. It was hard of course and big as ever. Hard to believe my ass was able to handle even half of that. “So how nice is his ass?” Clyde the bear asked. “Oh it’s heavenly. Will, stand up for me.” Chester pulled me over and turned me around. He saw my dick was out and chuckled. “I’m sure one of you worked him up. They boy is too modest to let it hang out on his own.” He was undoing the flap of the pants and a large piece came all the way off exposing my ass. “See? Ain’t that an adorable creamy peachy?” He held my hips and was showing me off. Arther and Clyde were getting a hand full of my ass cheeks. “Very nice. You should send him over to my ranch. The boys would love to mouth that.” Arther took his cock and was slapping my ass with it. I was relying on Chester to intervene before he got too carried away. “He’s no where near trained for that sort of thing Arther. He hasn’t even taken me balls deep yet.” “Shame. Guess he needs more practice.” Arther pointed his cock between my cheeks and grabbed my hips. With a sudden jolt he jammed his cock in me. I let out a yelp and pulled my ass away. “Careful Arther. Don’t damage the goods. You’re always too rough. Come Will, sit on my lap.” I was more comfortable with the safety of uncle rather than the assertiveness of the two strangers I just met so I was happy to oblige his command. Before I connected all the pieces together, I lowered myself onto Chester’s lap, to get away from Arther’s aggressive cock. But I just traded one cock for an ever bigger cock. Uncle Chester positioned his cock to meet my ass as I lowered and it was too late to move my ass. I came down on his full length and my ass cheeks met his hips. “Ah! Oh shit!” I gasped. Uncles cock was all the way inside me. I felt my guts getting bulldozed. His cock head not giving way at all and asserting its position deep in me. Uncle held me in place wrapping his arms around me. “There. Comfy and cozy. So, Arther how’s the raunch been doing? Business good?” I couldn’t believe it. They were having a casual conversation as if I wasn’t getting impaled on a spike. Chester handed me my drink and continued his conversation. I was trying not to move much. My whole bod weight down on his cock was a much different experience. I was having a hard time adjusting. How long was i supposed to sit like this? Was I supposed to carry on like it wasn’t in me? After a moment Arther noticed I was still having a hard time with it. “Looks like that monster of yours is taking its toll on the boy, Chester.” “He just needs to get used to it. I haven’t been this deep before. Look.” Chester pulled up my shirt and lean me back a little. The other men could see a vague bulge in my stomach where uncles cock was pressing through. “Damn, it’s definitely up there.” Clyde remarked impressed. I took a sip of my whiskey and tried to relax, but it was hard. I contemplated my situation. Once again uncle got his cock inside me. Although this time he wasn’t “preview fucking” me, so did this count as sex? It’s a little alarming how many times today my poz uncle has managed to penetrate me, but so far nothing is coming of it. The two of us are just sitting together while he chats with his friends. Oh… my poz uncle. I have a poz cock raw up inside me. This is bad right? Nah, he isn’t fucking me. He isn’t ejaculating. I think this might be fine. Admittedly, it was a little embarrassing to be having his cock up my ass with a bunch of shady strangers onlooking, but everyone’s casual demeanor kinda put me at ease as my body was adjusting to uncle’s length. Chester and Arther talked about mundane things. Clyde was watching the bulge in my stomach. Periodically uncle would twitch his cock and it could be be visible through my abs. The initial shock was gone but my insides still felt like they were being rearranged. As Chester and Arther talked, Clyde put his foot on my stomach and rubbed his sweaty sole up and down. Uncle Chester took notice. “Ooh I can feel that through his belly. It’s pretty good Clyde.” He kept rubbing the cock bulge in my stomach with his foot. Uncle Chester was receiving a foot job while it was still in me. I felt uncle’s cock harden more. His conversation continued with Arther casually but his voice was sounding slightly strained. His cock was twitching more and my abdomen was being pinched between a meat pipe and a bear’s foot. Clyde was pinching his nipples and looking at me. His foot pumping never stopped. He looked over to a corner of the room that looked like the bathrooms and back to me. As if to say in a single glance. ‘I’ll take my turn with you next in there’. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to fuck me but his foot action felt good and his nipples were so long I wanted to know what they tasted like. Oh god, am I really thinking such lewd things already? As I was thinking to myself I noticed uncle Chester wasn’t talking anymore. The table conversation died down and now everyone was focused on Clyde rubbing Chester’s cock though my stomach. Chester’s hands were balled into fists and he seemed focused. Arther was playing with his cock. A couple other men at the table were watching the show as well. “This may be a first for me. Are you getting close?” Clyde asked Chester “…almost.” He grunted. “Nice, pop a load off for us Chester. How does that death stick feel in you boy?” Arther encouraged. “It’s okay…” I muttered. It was getting easier to endure but it felt like uncle’s cock was getting harder inside me, growing bigger. The both of us were sitting still, the only movement coming from Clyde rubbing my stomach. “You’re being modest. Chester takes some getting used to and you look like you’re dying there he he.” “He should be… mf.. broken in after this…” Uncle was having a hard time getting his words out. He grabbed Clyde’s foot and moved it upward slightly. “Right there Clyde… that’s my tip… oof… focus on that spot…” Clyde was now rubbing the ball of his foot on the area just below my ribs. He was massaging the spot in little circles. Uncle Chester was really enjoying it. “Will… you’re doing a good job… just endure a little longer for me... fuck Clyde…. Now I remember… why I like ya so much…” It was a strange turn on. I was mesmerized on Clyde’s big meaty bear foot working on my belly. Thinking back to uncles house, I was wondering if Clyde would want me to lick it for him. Arther was approaching like he wanted one of us to suck him. He was stroking his cock as he was rubbing my shoulder. “Hey Clyde, it’s on its way, keep up that pace… oh fuck…” Oh crap should I be getting off? “There! Trains leaving the station. Agh!” Uncle Chester’s body stiffened. I quickly tried to get up, my ass taking forever to slide off uncles cock. Only the tip was left just inside my ring as I felt it spasm. Arther pushed on my shoulder, causing my ass to slide a few inches back down onto uncles cock. “Agh… fuck… yeah, deeper!” Uncle grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them tightly around his shaft, as he grunted. “Unf! Oomf!” He thrust his hips up to dig in deeper. His ass lifted up off the chair, his hands pull my ass down. His cock pulsing as it sunk its way balls deep again, causing a bulge in my stomach from his rockhard mushroom head. “Ah, fuck! Flooding your colon! Ah!….ohhhhhhhhhhh.” Uncle Chester let out aloud grunt than a long satisfying exhale. I resisted against Arthur’s hand and pulled my ass up off of uncle Chester‘s cock. His head left my ass with a pop and several ribbons shooting up in the air. It covered ass and part way up my back. It was so hot and thick. Shit, did I get off in time? Uncle Chester stroked the last few globs from his cock and his flow stopped. The guys at the table seemed slightly amused. As if it was something they saw many times before. Was this place really that’s sleazy? I figured we would have gotten kicked out for doing some thing that lewd. But no one seemed too phased by it. I for one had quite the adrenaline rush. My heart was beating, my ass was sore, and I was slightly out of breath. Arthur position himself behind me, rubbing his cock on my cum covered ass. He positioned the tip at my home and tried to push in. His tip was just parting open my loosened sphincter when I quickly made an excuse. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.“ Excused myself from the table to get a moment alone so I could collect my thoughts. I’m sure I could handle this type of scene, but it was a little much all at once. When I entered the bathroom, I was alone there. I wanted to examine my ass to make sure there was no cum inside me, but when I inspected with my fingers, my ass cheeks and hole was completely glossed in uncle’s sperm. I wasn’t going to stick a finger inside, or else I might push his poz cum in. I cleaned off with in one of the stalls and was ready to leave when someone came in. It was Clyde, he followed me into the bathroom. “Hope you loved my foot action boy.“ He groped my chest and was pushing me back into the stall. “It felt nice… I should probably get back…” “Did you get loaded up good?” “No, or I don’t think so.” “I should inspect your ass, see if any of that old disease spreader paste is gunked up in ya. Turn around.” “That’s not necessary…” “You can trust me boy” Clyde turned me around and bent me over the toilet. He sucked on his fingers and shoved it up my ass, swirling it around. “That’s a nice warm ass. But my fingers are no good. I need to use something a little bigger“ That’s when I felt him withdraw his fingers and point something meatier at my hole. I knew what it was. He was going to shove his cock in me. I pulled away and got up to leave, but he grabbed my head and brought it down to his chest. One of his long nipples poked my lips. “Suck on daddy’s milker.” He held me tight, but at least it wasn’t him trying to fuck me so I opened my mouth and started sucking on his large nipple. It was salty and firmer than I was expecting. He seemed pleased with my mouth action. He reached down and rubbed my crotch, my semi hard cock getting fully erect again. “Good boy. Enjoy these man tits. I pump them every day for boys like you to suck on.” I went back-and-forth between his nipples, ravenously sucking, and gently chewing on them. I think I had a new kink awakening in me. I lost track of time of how long we were there. At one point I had to withdraw from him. He seemed pleased, but not entirely satisfied. “Im not done with you yet. I’ll get old Chester to lend you to me at some point.” When we exited the stall, there were a couple older men there pissing. They looked at us curiously. Clyde left first while I bent over the sink trying to get a drink of water to cool off. “What a cute round ass on display.” One of the old men remarked. I felt hands grab my ass from behind. When I looked in the mirror, I saw one of the old men behind me. He was probably in his 70s. He was thin and very sickly looking. Dark sunken eyes. Shirtless and sagging chest with a wrinkled leathery body. Black leather chaps with no pants or underwear. In the mirror I saw him adjusting his cock behind me. “Hey are ya gonna ask the boy if wants that dirty thing in there?” The other old man asked. “You saw him getting passed around earlier. I don’t think he cares.“ He pressed his cock against my hole and grabbed my waist with his bony fingers and thrust his hips forward. His cock slammed in. He was average in length, but he started fucking me with enthusiasm. “That’s right, let grandpa treat your slutty ass, right. Oh yeah, gonna fill ya with my old jizm.” I was gonna pull away and get him off me, but the old man didn’t last long. “Oh fuck yeah!” He planted his hips deep and his whole body trembled. I felt his cock spasm several times inside me as the old guy moaned. “Ohhhhh, fuck. Haven’t had a young ass like that in years.” He withdrew and stepped away. I fell to my knees, creeped out that some guy as old as my grandfather just unloaded inside me. The other old guy was stroking his cock the entire time. He also has an average dick but his balls were huge like two plums. He looked like he was ready to blow. He came over to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. It taste like piss and old fish. He started desperately fucking my throat. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna swallow all this.” He didn’t let me get away. It took him a minute, but he eventually burst in my mouth. Oh my god, it tasted foul! It was like his balls turned rancid and they were pumping my throat full of expired mayonnaise with the same consistency. His hands pulled my head into him tight. His balls rested on my chin, twitching with each spurt. I only had two options, either swallow all of it or let it fill my lungs. “Oooh fuck…” he grunted. It kept coming! His crotch had a musky scent, his cock kept pulsing in my mouth. …Three *gulp …Four *gulp …Five *gulp …Six *gulp …Seven mouths full of his strong harsh cum. It was foulest thing I ever tasted but I managed to swallow it all without gagging. Once he finished he sighed in satisfaction, and let go of me. A small glob oozed out his tip. Is was gelatinous and had a translucent pale yellow color, as if it really was rancid mayo. Gross, is that stuff really fermenting in my stomach right now? “Nice job boy. Most guys end up throwing up on my horseradish, but you kept it down. I gotta go see to some friends, but I promise you next time I get you to myself my load is going up that ass of yours.” Both the old men left, and I was finally alone again in the bathroom. I felt nauseous and violated, but finally there wasn’t anyone else around. I was getting a little worried about my popularity among the crowd. A lot of these men aren’t the types I would normally fool around with. But uncle wanted to take me to a spot he liked so I’m trying to be open minded about it. Ugh, my stomach hurts, what the hell was that old guys cum made of? “Looks like you’ve been having some fun in here.” Uncle Chester was standing in the door looking at me. He seemed amused. His cock was semi-hard and sticking up a bit. “Uncle Chester! I’m sorry, they were kind of forceful…” “It’s alright Will. I was hoping you would find some playmates here. I new you’d be popular. But did I hear that right? Did you really swallow Saul’s load? All of it?” I put a hand on my stomach and felt it gurgle. It was embarrassing knowing that I was digesting that old troll’s nasty, thick cum. “Yeah, I didn’t have much of a choice. I was surprised about how much there was. It’s like it wouldn’t stop.“ “Yeah, old Saul has been known to be the most voluminous cummer around these parts. He usually shoots out half to a full cup, although it’s not the best tasting jizz there is. I’m just surprised that you managed that. As kinky as I am, I don’t swallow that stuff.” As messed up as it was, I was feeling a little bit of pride, knowing that I could handle something uncle Chester thought was difficult. But on the other hand I felt quite dirty from it. “It wasn’t that bad, I was able to swallow it just fine.” A bold face lie. It was the worst thing I ever tasted but I was feeling a little cocky. I didn’t want to come off as too inexperienced around here. I’m just glad I didn’t have to do that again. “Oh, really? Okay then I’ll invite Saul over more often. Since you like it so much, I want to make sure you get to experience it when he has properly prepared. I think his record for cumming is a pint.” What?! That’s impossible! There no way I could swallow all that! My stomach gurgled again at the thought of it, or perhaps that was because my body really didn’t like digesting what was already in me. Uncle Chester walked over to me as I was still kneeling on the ground. His dick was eye level with me. He held my chin and gently rubbed his cock on my face. “You look like you have a bit of a tummy ache there Will. How about I give you something to help with that? Remember during our twister game I told you I would give you a special treat? Well, I originally came in here to piss, and your mouth is at perfect urinal height.“ “You want to piss in my mouth?“ he was tapping the tip of his cock on my lips. “I want you to enjoy drinking my piss Will. Everything in my bladder emptied out down your throat. That should help make your tummy feel better after swallowing all that yummy Saul cum.” “But uncle, I can’t-“ He slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. “If you can swallow all of Saul, then this should taste like candy by comparison. Just relax and enjoy it. It’s my special treat for you.“ Uncle put his hands on his hips and arched his waist forward. “Close those lips tight Will. You don’t want to spill any.“ Uncle closed his eyes and let his head lean back a little. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he relaxed his body. “Oh yeah. Here it comes.” My mouth was immediately flooded in a salty tangy fluid. My uncle was pissing in my mouth! Instinctively I immediately started gulping down as fast as I could. Uncle Chester was moaning as it flowed. Gulp after gulp, I swallowed uncle‘s piss as best as I could. He had a lot in him and my stomach was getting really full. I felt his urine sloshing around in my stomach, mixing in with Saul’s thick horseradish. I can’t say it tasted good, but it was far better than what I just swallowed a moment ago. Eventually uncle’s flow slowed down and came to a halt. I sipped up the last few drops leaking out of his tip. “Good boy, Will. You did a great job on your first time with piss drinking. How was it? Good?“ “Yeah, it taste great uncle, I loved it.“ I lied with a disheveled tone. He was so enthusiastic about it, that I didn’t want to disappoint him. I might have laid it on a little thick. “Excellent! In that case, there’s a new rule with you staying with me. Every time I have to piss it’s going either down your throat or up your ass. You are now officially my toilet nephew he he he!” Oh god, I should not have said that ‘I loved it’. Uncle’s house rules are changing drastically. We will need to discuss that rule later. I hope he remembers that I’m still his nephew, and not one of his recon hook ups. I got up to my feet and washed my face off in the sink. Uncle Chester was rubbing my ass. “What’s this white stuff leaking out of your ass? Did one of those dirty old men dump a load inside you?“ “Um, yeah, one of them did. The older leathery one.“ “Oh, then that’s fine. No harm in that load. At least I don’t think so. It’s been a while so I don’t know what he has. But I can’t leave you messy like this.“ With that uncle Chester dove his face in between my cheeks and started licking the cum off my asshole. “Ah…” I gasped at the feeling of his tongue down there. He was swirling it around my hole and digging it inside eating up that old man’s cum that was left behind. It felt amazing having a tongue in my ass. I’ve never been rimmed before. Even if it was from my uncle, I couldn’t help but melt at the service. After several minutes of rimming uncle came up and held me. We stared at each other in the mirror. His cock hot dogging between my cheeks. “Your ass tastes divine Will. Ain’t that a cute sight. You look so much like your father when he was younger.” “Thanks uncle.“ That made me blush. As he held me, he wiggled his hips around and positioned his now fully erect cock between my cheeks, poking his cock head against my asshole. “And this thing likes the taste of your ass as well.” He dug his hips forward and started to bury his cock up inside me again. I broke the embrace and turned around. Uncle’s cock sliding out and now poking my belly button. “I know you like to play around but perhaps we shouldn’t be doing penetration?” “You managed to enjoy yourself penetrated on my cock earlier.” “Yeah that was okay I guess. But it was in front of a lot of people and I didn’t want to make a scene.” “We definitely made a pretty good scene. I even blew a load deep in yah.” “What?! Really?!” “Nah, just kidding. You just barely made it off.” “Oh good!” I sighed a relief. I was worried wither or not I cut it too close there. “Or did you? He he he” Uncle Chester was nearly mocking with his tone. “Come on, that’s not funny…” “Oh relax Will. All bottom sluts get pozzed eventually.” “But-“ “Okay no more of all that. Come on.” Uncle guided me out of the bathroom and back into the dark industrial bar. The two old guys and Clyde were chatting with Arther at the table. They glanced in my direction across the room as if I was the topic of conversation. I was morbidly curious as to what they were talk about. Uncle Chester was walking me towards a different part of the bar. It was a long hallway with broken windows and a metal spiral staircase leading down into pure darkness. “This first floor is just the bar and lounge area. Down here is the cruising area. Kinda like a bathhouse.” The first floor wasn’t cruisy enough?! Men just have casual sex and no one bats an eye. How could downstairs be any worse? “Uncle Chester? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “Uncle? Shit Chester. This is the nephew you wouldn’t stop raving about?” Arther was behind us. Probably on his way down to the ‘official’ cruising area. “Whoops, guess the cats out of the bag.” Uncle seemed more amused than upset. Like he was caught trying to pull a prank or something. “That means you brought untainted goods here. Oh he’s gonna be popular. I’d love to fill him up.” “Well that’s up to him, but I’d love to watch you fuck his brains out and fill him with your assorted concoction.” As Arther walked past us he stuck a finger up my ass making me jump a little. He sucked on his finger as he descended into the abyss. “Well, I figured you’d be getting plenty attention as is being a handsome young man around here. But now I guess the dirty old fuckers around here will be extra on the prowl.” “Maybe we should head home?” “Nonsense. The night is still young. And you might find an ass to unload in that ain’t too grizzled. That is if you’re not busy getting fucked.” “I don’t think I want to get fucked down there.” “Tell ya what. If someone tries fucking you that you don’t like. Come find me and I’ll slide my cock back up in you. That way they’ll see your ass is occupied.” I was trying to make sense of how that logic worked. But before I could get a word out, uncle Chester guided me by the hand and we were making the decent down.

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........