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Chapter 4 - Daddy Z I was lounging in the sun as Mandy blared some pop music and played on her phone. Poor girl had no clue her boyfriend was probably at this moment getting drilled by her dad’s big fat poz dick. Well, at least he hoped that is why it was taking so long for Thomas and Matt to join them. When the SOS text for a new suit came, Z knew exactly how to test the boy’s sexuality. He told Daddy T about his plan and set it up so they could arrange for Mandy to be outside and Daddy T to find away to get into Matt’s hole. A few minutes later Matt came walking out onto the pool deck. He walked like he was in a dream. Many called him over and began to talk him to death, that girl could talk a tree into submission. Z caught Matt half paying attention to Mandy but also saw him checking out his body and package (again). Thankfully the sunglasses hid his eyes so he could pretend to be asleep. About 5 minutes later Daddy T came out with a tray of drinks and put them beside Z’s lounger. He bent over and whispered “The little slut let me jerk him off in the shower. I got to put my head in that tight raw neg boy hole. So warm and tight!!! But I didn’t want to do a quick fuck, so after he came from me putting it in I pulled out and shot my toxic babies on his face. He will be our poz boy before the end of the week!!” This information didn’t surprise Z, but it made he begin to harden as it confirmed the boy was a cum dump slut and didn’t even know it. Thomas kissed him on his cheek as he pulled the front of his swim suit down to show Matt, who was still watching them, his half hard dick. The boy face turned red. Z new then and there the boy was theirs! Thomas picked up two of the bloody marys he made and took them over to the pool for Mandy and Matt. Durning the brief moment Matt looked away to watch Mandy swim toward Daddy T at the side of the pool I had taken my sun glasses off and grabbed my own drink. That is when Matt looked back at me and I winked at him. A promise that he would be soon riding my big fat raw dick. Daddy T was embracing the hosting duties. He brought out a light lunch after the drinks were passed out. He also continued to be sure everyone got Bloody Mary refills all afternoon. Z and Daddy T sat on the edge of the pool with their legs in the water as the other two ate from plates on the pool side as they remained in the pool. They chatted and asked Matt millions of random questions. About himself, his family, his school work, his job, ect. Z could tell he was a bright hard working honest young man. And he loved turning those the most. It took all his power to not get hard while they talked. The afternoon went on with more talking, music, drinks, and some swimming and splashing. It was a perfect day, sunny but not overly so, warm in the high 70s, but not too hot yet. The water was just the perfect temperature. It was a great afternoon to be in the pool. Around 4, Daddy T helped a very drunk Mandy to the house and her room to nap before dinner. Matt offered to take her up, but Daddy T used his dom daddy voice to tell him to stay with me. It worked like a charm on the little slut. “Matt while they he takes he upstairs go over to the table by my lounger and grab me my pipe and bring it over” ”Sure Z” he replied as he climbed out of the pool onto the deck and walked over. He ass looked so good in those speedos. But that was for later tonight. This session was going to be just to break him in orally, at least that is what Daddy T told him when he whispered in his ear before announcing he was taking Mandy up stairs. Z took his trunks off and started to jerk his dick. It got to the full 10 in in no time. Matt came back holding the pipe and lighter. “Here it is Z” At that moment he noticed Z’s monster hard dick. He turned a deep red. But his eyes showed Z how much he wanted his dick. “Now boy, it’s Daddy Z when Mandy isn’t around. You are our faggot slut now so you will address us respectfully or be punished. Daddy T told me how you let him jerk you off, open that hole with his fat dick head, and then you took his facial. We knew the minute we saw you what a little faggot you are meant to be” ”Mmmm… I don’t… Mmm… I only ever messed with a couple guys… Daddy T was the first to put a dick in me. Mmmm I don’t know why but deep down I want to serve you both. I want to please you Daady Z!!” A very red Matt replied. ”Thats because you are a natural born slut. Now cone over here, put that stuff there on my suit, and get in the pool in front of me.” Daddy Z told him in his dom daddy voice Daddy T had been helping him develop the last few years. Matt did as he was told and he stood in the pool in front of Daddy Z’s raging hard. He stared at it not saying a word. Transfixed. “Now boy the first thing you are going to do is lick my balls.” Matt did as he was told. Slowly lowering his face into Daddy Z’s big ball sack. After a minute the boy nature kicked in and he started to lick and sniff Daddy Zs balls. He even started to take them in his mouth making Daddy Z moan in pleasure. “Such a natural. Now boy it’s time you kissed my piss slit. Yea that’s it. Kiss it and my big fat dick head. Mmm good boy. Now take my head into your mouth. That’s it, cover your teeth with your lips. That’s it. Just the head for now. Not to much. Mmmm so good. Such a born cock sucker. Mmm yes, now try to go a little deeper. Mmmm, yes!! Wait not that deep. Even naturals need time to learn to deep throat. You will get plenty of practice this week. That’s it’s. Suck that big fat daddy dick boy!” Daddy Z was in heaven. Matt had only gotten maybe 1/3 to 1/2 his dick down his throat but he had a natural suction and rhythm that made it feel amazing. Daddy T came walking out of the house holding his suit in his hand, big fat hard dick swinging in the wind. “I see you are getting him broke in like we talked about. What a good little slut. Now it’s your turn to suck my dick as he sucks your son” Daddy T said as he aimed his rock hard dick at Z’s mouth. Z had no problem deepthroating Daddy T’s 9.5 thick inches. He was well trained and had lots of practice. Matt had looked up, dick head still in his mouth as Daddy T approached, talked, and now stuck his dick all the way down Daddy Zs throat. Daddy Z could see from the corner of his eye Matt’s amazement at this feat. Daddy T spoke up, “Oh don’t stop now. Keep sucking that big dick boy! Just because Z is sucking his daddy doesn’t mean you won’t keep serving your daddy.” Daddy Z felt Matt redouble his sucking efforts getting well over half his dick down his throat without any choking. “Daddy T I want you to go sit on the lounge chair. Boy you get out of the pool, take off those shorts, and follow us.” Daddy Z said. As Daddy T sat on the lounge chair he pulled a bottle of lube from a hidden drawer and began to slick up his dick. Daddy Z saw the look of surprise, lust, and fear in Matt’s eyes as Daddy T lubed his meat. ”Don’t worry boy, I will be riding Daddy T for now as you suck me. I can only cum from fucking. Now once I get on, you get on your knees here on the towel and suck my dick as I ride him. When I cum, swallow. If you drop any of my cum, you will be in trouble boy” Daddy Z instructed. Matt climbed from the pool and took off his suit while Z sat on Daddy T’s dick. Slowly to get the head in, then he went all the way down. Taking all 9.5 in of poz dick balls deep. He started to slowly ride Daddy Ts massive cock. Matt watched from beside the lounge chair for just a minute, his hard 8 in dick sticking straight out. He dropped to his knees and took Daddy Zs dick in his mouth. It took Matt a few minutes but he got the rhythm down and his natural sucking skills took over. It was only a matter of about 5 minuets of fucking before Daddy Z moaned loudly and shot a huge charged load down their new boy’s throat. Which he greedily swallowed. “Fuck that is so hot watching him eat your babies boy! Get off me, I am about to cum and this fag boy is going to swallow my load too” said Daddy T. Daddy Z got off the big hard dick and Matt swooped right in and took over half Daddy Ts dick in his throat. With in a few minutes Matt was unknowingly swallowing his second charged load. As Matt was bent over sucking Daddy T’s dick, Daddy Z came behind him with a lubed finger and put it in the boys tight hole just as Daddy T held his head on his dick to make him swallow. It took no time to find the slut boy’s magic button and hit it. Daddy T released Matt’s head and as he came off Daddy Ts dick he sat back onto Daddy Z’s in his hole and came hands free all over the pool deck, loung chair, and daddy’s Ts leg. “Fuck, that feel so good daddy!!!” Matt yelled. “You really are a born bottom. I can’t wait to get balls deep in you!” Daddy Z told Matt. ”He is and we will stretch him later tonight. How did you like your oral lesson fag boy?” Daddy T asked Matt. ”I loved it!! The taste of dick. The act of sucking you both and giving you pleasure. The taste of you cum!! I just don’t understand it, I never had sex this good before. Even with Amanda it is no where near as good.” Matt replied. “You will love taking dick even more. Let’s all jump in the pool and smoke some weed. We can just chill and leave the rest of this convo till later tonight after Mandy goes to bed. Don’t plan on getting much sleep while you’re here boy. We will be using you late every night.” Daddy Z said as they all got up and walked to the pool and climbed in, all naked. They all took turns smoking. As Matt laid against Daddy Z chest, Z hugging him as they talked and smoked. His soft but still big dick resting in Matt’s ass crack. They joked and played. Kissing and making out here and there. Finally around 6:30, Daddy T told them it was time to go in to make dinner and get up Amanda. As they were putting on their suits on the side of the pool Matt looked between his two new daddy’s. Z knew he was looking at their scorpion tats and could see the question forming. “Those are hot matching tats you have. Are you both scorpios or something?” Matt asked Daddy Z. Thomas had already dressed and was walking away toward the house, but Z heard him snort laugh. He didn’t stop just kept walking. Daddy Z took Matt’s hand in his and walked with him toward the house replying “No, but it is something special we share. We will tell you about it before you go but not right now. We better get in the kitchen and help Daddy T.” Daddy Z gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pulled him into the house and kitchen where they all made dinner. A sleepy Amanda came in a little after 7 and helping finish up the food and then they all went to the living room to watch tv as they ate dinner. Matt and Amanda sat on one sofa cuddling after dinner as they watched tv. The daddies shared the other sofa. Daddy Z was hard all night, the blanket over his and Daddy Ts lap, as they cuddled and watched Tv. Daddy T keep teasing his dick all night as he whispered dirty thoughts about their new slut boy in his ear. Matt keep sneaking looks at them, the hunger in his eyes telling Daddy Z just how much fun they would have tonight finally dumping a few toxic loads in his tight neg boy hole! I hope this chapter is as hot to everyone as it was to me as I wrote it!! Stay tuned for more.

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

Part 1: The Festival This was an absolute dream come true. I had got through on the phone as the second listener to call, but unlike the first guy I had successfully answered all the questions posed to me and thus I had won. I had not managed to get a ticket to the festival when they had gone on sale, but now I would be attending from backstage, and allowed to watch (and dance) from next to the DJs. What’s more, the DJ duo that I was obsessed with from the many nights I had managed to get into Panarica would be doing a couple of sets, and I would get to not only meet them but also watch them in action from close up. I was 20 at the time, and a bit aimless in life. I had done a couple of A-levels but not gone on to uni, and was just working various jobs in the vague hope of finding something that stuck. I needed money to sustain my own interests, while also contributing to costs at home given my mum did not pull that much in as a nurse and of course got no benefits to cover me anymore. For the past two springs and summers I had managed to get full-time hours with a landscaping company my mum’s friend ran which had helped me to muscle up a bit, but in winter I was always doing masses of retail shifts, construction, or whatever I could find. I did not care though, as my focus was on being able to buy music, go out clubbing, and indulge my obsession with dance music, while occasionally adding to my tattoos. I did a lot of this alone, as most of my friends had gone away to uni and I hadn’t yet figured out a solid way to find a new social circle outside of that. Panarica had announced a new day-long festival on an old airfield in Essex that I was so excited about, but then I’d had to be working on a landscaping job from dawn in the middle of nowhere in the Chilterns the day the tickets had gone on sale, and had no mobile signal to be able to try my luck even if I had convinced the supervisor to let me take a break for a bit. I was absolutely gutted, and had been trying to get resale tickets or anything else since then. The radio phone-in seemed like a long shot, so I couldn’t believe it when I won. On the day itself, a Friday that I had managed to book off from work, I made my way to the site by train and shuttle bus, lugging a small tent I had borrowed so that I could stay over and then make my way home on the Saturday. It took me quite a while to find the backstage entrance I was supposed to go to, but once in I was thrilled to find I could make use of the crew catering, get cheap beers at a special bar back there, and with only a check of my wristband, go and hang out at either side of the stage to watch the DJs, dance with other guests, and look out over the vast and growing crowd. It was absolutely awesome. DJ Giftig had relocated from his native Berlin to become one of the residents at Panarica a few years ago, and had been joined there as a bit of a double act by the younger DJ Tyke just as I started getting into the club occasionally myself, initially with a fake ID and then legitimately once I turned 18. Out of all the DJs who played there, they were the ones who really grabbed my attention, both for their sets as well as something else I did not understand at the time. I was not into any celebrity culture, but these two were real role models for me and were as close to idols as I had. It was therefore so exciting for me when I came out of the backstage toilets and saw them standing outside a trailer lighting up cigarettes. With the beer I’d drunk loosening my inhibitions, I walked over to them while pulling out a cigarette of my own. “Do you have a light” I asked, looking between them while I pretended to not have one of my own in my pocket. “Sure” said Tyke, handing me his. I lit up my cigarette while feeling Giftig staring at me quite closely. “Thanks” I said, as I exhaled my first puff and handed the lighter back to Tyke. “No problem” he said. “You having fun?” “Yes!” I said, before taking a second inhale of my cigarette. “I won the HardStyle Radio competition to watch the festival from backstage.” “Oh” said Tyke, as Giftig continued to stare at me in silence. “Well done, in that case. Hope you’re enjoying it all.” “I am” I said, grinning. “But I’m most looking forward to your sets. I try to go to Panarica all the time to see you two.” “That is good” said Giftig, speaking for the first time. “We will play well for you today.” “Awesome” I said, now grinning at him. “I’ll be at the side of the stage, and can’t wait to see you two working from a different angle.” The two of them glanced at each other, before Giftig gave a very slight nod. “You can come and stand behind us to watch closer, if you want” said Tyke. “We will clear it.” “Oh wow” I said, genuinely flabbergasted. “That would be amazing”. “Come” said Giftig, as he and Tyke stubbed out their cigarettes on the side of the trailer and tossed the butts into a bucket on the floor. I hurriedly did the same, and then followed them to the stage. They spoke to the security guard, who looked me up and down before nodding, and then I was out there on the stage following them to the DJ station where the previous act was just finishing up. Giftig turned to me and pointed to an area between the racks of records and equipment at the back of the stage, which I moved into and then gaped in awe at the view out over the crowd. For the next hour I was in fanboy heaven watching the two of them whip thousands of people into a frenzy with their set, and was kept going myself by the staff who regularly brought drinks out to the various people on the stage. By the end of the set I was seriously pumped and also quite drunk. “Come” said Giftig, looking at me as they were replaced by the next act. I followed them off stage and back out to the trailer area, where they lit up cigarettes and I joined in. We chatted, or rather they patiently stood and listened while I gushed over their show, and each smoked a couple of cigarettes. Tyke then opened the door to the trailer we were next to and went up the steps to go in, with Giftig following but then stopping at the top and turning to me. “Come” he said again. “Join us.” I almost raced up the steps into the trailer, blown away that this was happening. Inside it was quite luxurious if a bit cramped, and they both ended up pressing against me as they sourced drinks from a fridge while I stood awkwardly in the way. “Come sit” said Giftig, patting on the couch next to where he had just sat down with a beer. I walked over and sat down, then watched as Tyke came over and stood right in front of us. He removed his sleeveless T-shirt, under which there was a large tattoo on his impressively toned and leaned stomach of the symbol I recognised from bottles of chemicals. He then just stood and looked down at me, making me feel suddenly very nervous, hot, and kind of excited. “You like?” said Giftig, putting his arm round my back and pressing the huge bracelet on his wrist against the side of my ribs. “Err… yeah” I stammered. “Touch it” Tyke said, slightly pushing his torso towards me. I had never had any sort of contact like this with another guy, but in that moment I wanted to do what he was suggesting. I gingerly lifted up my hand and touched his torso with my fingers, lightly tracing the shapes of the symbol. “You know” said Giftig, “we like to relax between sets. Would you like to relax with us”. “Yes” I said whispered, still touching and staring at Tyke’s torso. “Good” said Giftig. “You will have lots of fun with us.” He then took his arm off my back and proceeded to pull off his own top, revealing a stockier, more muscular torso on which the tattoos from his arms and shoulders merged into a large scorpion design. I think even in that moment I sensed a sort of danger, but I was inebriated and excited enough to just be fixated on the sight of their naked tattooed torsos and huge silver chains. Indeed, I was almost hypnotised. Tyke leaned over and pulled at my own T-shirt, and I lifted my arms up straight above me to allow him to pull it off and reveal my own skinner torso. Almost immediately Giftig put his arm back round me while reaching up with his other to place his hands on my chest. He must have felt my heart going like the clappers, as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Be calm, boy” he said, “we want to give you a special gift to remember us by.” Tyke encouraged me to my feet, and then slowly stripped off his jeans and revealed he was in nothing underneath. I was transfixed, such that I did not notice Giftig standing up and doing the same. Only once they were both naked and standing in front of me did I slowly get to my feet and undo my own jeans, removing them along with my boxers underneath. I was inebriated but fully in the moment, and completely ready for what was clearly going to be my first gay experience. I shivered it when Tyke reached round and cupped my buttocks, and when Giftig’s hand joined in I understood I was going to be getting fucked by them which made me tremble even more. I didn’t understand myself properly, but there was a desire there for this to happen, and for it to be with the closest men I had to idols excited me even more. The two men worked together to get me ready, until I was bent over taking my first tentative licks of Giftig’s fat cock while Tyke was rimming and fingering me. To be fair, they were on a break between sets so time was of the essence, but even without that pressure I don’t think they would have treated me as anything more than their latest conquest to be used as they saw fit. Use me, they did. While Giftig held a bottle to my nose and encouraged me to take my first ever huff of poppers, Tyke’s cock began its journey into my hole, taking my cherry with it. He did give me a moment to adjust once he was fully inside, but then began an accelerating rhythm while I moaned for dear life. Giftig soon shut me up by pushing his cock back into my mouth, and I started to hardly notice Tyke slamming in and out of my hole as I fought to control my gag reflex. I was soon almost helpless, bent over with one cock down my throat and another pummelling my arse. I was completely overwhelmed, but also absolutely loved it. My hole was full, a bit painful, but also radiating incredible feelings out across my whole body, whilst the taste and feel of Giftig’s cock in my mouth and throat was just plain doing it for me. I had inadvertently found my true place in the world. Eventually Tyke accelerated to a stampede of my behind, then slammed in one final time and blew his load. As soon as his panting subsided and he withdrew, they changed ends. I gingerly took Tyke’s cum-covered cock into my mouth and began to instinctively lick it clean, before pausing to moan uncontrollably as Giftig’s much more girthy cock began to push into me. He stretched me even wider than I had been before, and I was thankful for Tyke putting the poppers back under my nose to huff as I struggled to adjust. Soon, though, I was once again being pounded senseless while I held onto Tyke’s waist and occasionally licked his cock. I didn’t even notice it hardening again until Giftig roared out and blew his load in me, and was rather unexpectedly re-penetrated by Tyke for a really fast and rough third fuck. As soon as Tyke had blown in me again, the two of them set about getting re-dressed, while I staggered over to the little bathroom in the trailer to clean myself up a bit. My aching hole was dripping cum, and with the heat of the moment over I suddenly felt very used. This had all happened so quickly, and as I used some tissues to clean off the cum from my arse and the sweat from the rest of my body, I felt a little stunned. But, deep within all that, I also felt some kind of hope that this would not be it for the night, and after re-dressing I headed out of the trailer to where Tyke and Giftig were smoking cigarettes to maybe see if I could find some way for more after their second set.

Part 5: A New Life With the truth loudly declared, and after only a couple of minutes of fucking me, Tyke slammed in and unloaded in my hole. My head, meanwhile, went into overdrive. “You’re poz?!” I squealed, all while his dick throbbed inside me. “Yes, we are toxic” said Giftig, suddenly giving my nipple a squeeze. At that point my brain basically shut down. I didn’t panic, I didn’t resist, I didn’t hopelessly try to escape. I just shut down. It was like I was outside my body now looking on, as Tyke withdrew and Giftig took his position. I just lay there as the older man’s thicker cock stretched me wider, and I said or did nothing as he fucked me roughly until he too unloaded what I now knew to be toxic cum into me. I remained there, just existed there, unable to really react as Tyke then stepped back up for a second round having already regained an erection. I just lay there as they left the room for a while, coming back eventually smelling of cigarettes and carrying some drinks. I was on some kind autopilot as Tyke gave me a few sips of water from a bottle, followed by Giftig sliding into me for his second pozzing of my hole of the evening. After that fuck, they released me from the sling and helped me stand up. Tyke handed me the bottle of water to drink from, and then Giftig gave me a glass of rum. Tyke draped a dressing gown over my shoulders, they both put one on themselves, and then they walked me back out into the living area and out on the balcony. Tyke lit up two cigarettes again and handed me one, and then they just looked at me as I smoked. “Why?” I eventually asked, speaking softly. They both hesitated, with even Giftig looking uncharacteristically unsure, before Tyke started talking and laid it all out for me. It turned out they had recognised me at the festival, having seen me at the front of the crowd in Panarica gawping at them on many previous occasions, and it just so happened that I was exactly what they were looking for. Tyke, it transpired, was feeling increasingly unhappy being solely a bottom in their relationship, and while they were happy to play with others to deal with this, he realised that what he actually wanted was a partner he could top. They had settled on the idea of bringing a third into their relationship, but had both wanted to be the ones to ‘make’ that guy. They had talked about me, realising long before I did that I wanted them, and Tyke had rather taken a liking to how I looked. They weren’t sure I was the one, obviously, but Tyke in particular had connected well with me at the cottage and decided I was worth pursuing. Where they might have suggested I go and get some PEP immediately after the festival if there had not been that connection, they knew they wanted me to be their new boy. What, it turned out, they were planning to offer me was that I move in with them. I could have the smaller guest room as my own, but I would be sleeping with one or both of them most of the time. I would keep working to have my own money, but would not have to pay rent or anything as I was there as the third member of a throuple in a wealthy household where no more income was needed. Furthermore, they would help get me started in the DJ world, if I wanted to move away from doing manual labour to something that was clearly a passion of mine. In short, they wanted me to be with them, and they wanted to make my dreams come true. It was all a lot to take in, and a long silence followed after Tyke finished. They did not feel the need to say anything more, and just kept me supplied with cigarettes and rum as I slumped into one of the balcony sofas and thought about what was happening to me. Obviously the alcohol loosened me up, but the clincher came when Tyke eventually moved to sit right next to me and put his arm round me. I leaned over and rested my head against his neck, and immediately began to realise that I did actually want this. I wanted to be theirs. Not because of the DJ opportunities, the fancy apartment, the chains or any of that. I wanted to be with Tyke. I wanted to get to know Giftig more now that I had seen glimpses of his softer side. I wanted this. “Yes” I said, rather quietly. “Yes?” Tyke whispered. “Yes” I said again, a little louder. “That is good” said Giftig, leaning over and gently rubbing my thigh. “I’m scared” I said. “Don’t be” said Tyke, squeezing me gently. “We will look after you.” I shifted my position to be able to turn my head to look up at him, and then pushed forward to plant my lips on his. He kissed me back deeply, before I pulled away and sat up properly, turning to face Giftig. He shuffled forward and off his chair so that he was kneeling in front of me, and I leaned forward and our lips met. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep kiss, his natural dominance being evident. As we kissed, Tyke shuffled forward next to me so he could put his other arm on Giftig’s shoulder, and then as we pulled back from the kiss he leaned in himself and took over the kissing of his boyfriend. Then he turned and kissed me again, before leaning back and looking between us with a smile on his face. “I’m getting cold” he said. “How about we go back inside and warm up?” He was not, of course, talking about just going and sitting indoors. Mere minutes later I was strapped to a padded bench in the playroom getting spitroasted, and then later on I was back in the sling but without my wrists held in place this time so I could lean forward and touch their tattooed torsos or rub my own dick after freeing it from the jockstrap. Then, after a shower together in their huge en suite, we went to bed to sleep. I nodded off with my face close to Tyke’s and Giftig’s thick cock lodged inside me, and in the early hours I was woken up to him beginning to fuck me again. After he had blown another poz load in me, Tyke had me turn and lie on my front so he could slide in and gently fuck - or perhaps even make love - to me while Giftig gently stroked my head. More sleep followed, and then late morning we were back in the shower for a sensual chain-fuck under the hot water. Tyke cooked us an amazing brunch after that, and we talked about what was to come, both in terms of me moving in as well as my eventual but inevitable conversion. They put my mind at ease on that front, so that I focused my rising panic on the process of talking to my mum. I won’t bore you with the details of the next week, nor the conversations with both of my uncles as they were called upon by my mum to try, as they saw it, to talk some sense into me. Things were definitely strained with my family when I eventually loaded my stuff into Giftig’s SUV and left home, but I figured they would get used to my various bombshells eventually. I did not, of course, talk at all about my looming conversion, and decided I probably never would. I wanted them to know I was gay, but they did not need to know about the HIV when it eventually became part of me. I had only been living with the guys for a couple of days when I started to feel like shit. They nursed me through the flu, and then when I was mostly better Tyke took me to a clinic to confirm the result. However, what surprised me a little was his encouragement to get the prescriptions and treatment regime I needed, and on the way back he told me that he and Giftig were going to go back on meds too. “I’m not saying we’ll not occasionally want to go back to sharing with others who want it from us” he said, “but I want us to be happy and healthy together for a while so we can figure all this out.” Life settled down, with me continuing to do the landscaping thing by day, while learning more from Tyke and even occasionally Giftig on how to DJ properly by night. Through them I eventually got a regular gig in a club in Watford, choosing the name DJ Tamulus after a type of pale scorpion I found online. After a few months there I managed to get a gig as an occasional stand-in at a venue in Camden, where I was so well-received by the crowd that the owners took me on full-time to replace one of their regulars when she decided to move to Ibiza. That started to bring in enough that I was able to quit landscaping, and the extra time I had really gave me the boost I needed to properly focus on getting better as a DJ. Tyke said I was a natural, and I soon started getting properly noticed now that was at a more respected venue. It wasn’t long before Giftig managed to get Panarica interested, and barely a year after my trip to the festival, I was rostered on as the newest of the house DJs there. My style seemed to fit perfectly as the warm-up for Giftig and Tyke, so our lives got very convenient thereafter. That brings me to today, as I lie here writing this from a trailer at the old airfield where my life changed just two years ago. I have already done my first set at the festival, and am just waiting for G&T (as I call them) to finish with theirs. We’ll have an hour or so before I’m due back on stage, so I’m here on my front with a buttplug inserted so that they can just have at me when they get back. I love my life. I love my tattoos. I love my chains. I love my job. I love Giftig. I particularly love Tyke. And, I have realised, I love that I carry a bit of both of them in me wherever I go. They set me free, they gave me everything, and I could not be happier. But I best go, as I can hear their set has ended which means I am about to be the hog in an adrenaline-fuelled spit roast. Bring it on… THE END

Yet another trip to Basement sauna in Manchester last Sunday, and once again I was a busy little bee. Got fucked over the seven hours that I was there by innumerable guys… I lost count, could have been up to, or more than 30, I’m not sure… but I walked out of there with 11 loads in my ass that I know of, and 2 loads in my mouth. Lucky 13 for jd13 😉 Some highlights… First Fuck: As usual I get myself fucked within 5 mins of getting to cruising area. Publicly by a hot tattooed top guy who ignores me for the rest of the afternoon. Guess he just needed a warm-up, a cocksleeve to get hard with. Well, I needed a public fuck to neutralise those top vibes I’m always giving off… which clearly didn’t work because for the next half an hour all I encounter are bottom guys. Hot bottom guys who I’m hoping might be vers but once we get to a cubicle, or are done with kissing in the corridor, I discover are as total btm as I am. Grrrr. First Load: So I get to the dark room with the circular fuck table and apply my familiar technique. If someone grabs my cock, I grab their hand and place it firmly on my asscrack, as I grab his cock. It works. I am soon bent over the fuck table and taking it raw. A crowd begins to gather to watch, and eventually, participate. It evolves from me getting fucked, to a spitroast situation, to three of us bottoms getting fucked all face inwards on this fuck table. It’s hot. We’re kissing each other while getting pounded, a three-way kiss, which is always a little strange but fun. I start to feel a familiar crescendo inside me, and then, behind me, a gasp, a howl, and my top cums inside me. It’s fucking amazing as it’s the first load of the day. Must be potent as the jizzjoy hits me even through all the heat of the room and the thrill of the fucking. Recognised By The Fuck Alone: My top pulls out, but immediately I feel another cock slide into me. I love it when this happens – straight from one to another – and somehow this fuck rhythm feels familiar. I know this feeling inside me but can’t put it into words. I rise up and look round to see who’s fucking me, but it’s too dark and I’m too high on jizzjoy to be able to focus properly anyway. (Sidenote: I’m also mostly blind in my right eye, so dark rooms are a lot darker for me than they are for most people) Anyway, this fuck continues nicely for about 20 minutes, as the other two bottoms fall away. Fuck me, I remember being fucked like this before. In a way that’s perfect for me, that makes me howl with how good it feels, like lock and key, lock and fucking key. I think I moan this out loud at one point: “Lock and fucking key, man” Eventually, he pulls out without cumming – “sorry, I just got here” – comes to my front and gives me a big kiss, and at last I recognise him. We have fucked before, and I half-knew him by his fuck rhythm alone. A guy I’ve swapped names with as each time we’ve fucked previously, we’ve really connected. Black guy with dreads, short but lithe body, a smile to die for, and really gentle manner. He’s vers, and I bet he’s as amazing as a btm as he is as a top. Normally we jump into a cubicle, but he says he’ll see me later. Sadly, this time around, I don’t, apart from a corridor chat, but anyway, yeah… beautiful man. And I knew the way he fucked 😉 Epic Blow Job: Well, from here on I start trawling the dark rooms, getting myself fucked. They’re all pretty hot fucks, but I don’t know… I’m just being a load collector I think, which isn’t bad, tops up the jizzjoy, but nothing that distinctive is really happening. Grab cock, grab ass, bend over, slide in, fuck fuck fuck me cum in me gasp gasp fuck yeah bye. More jizzjoy. Not bad, but it’s starting to feel functional… In the midst of this I do meet a guy that doesn’t like to fuck ass, but – as I shortly find out when he says that I can suck him off – he does like to fuck skull. And he does. Today, apparently my gag reflex has decided to work, which is annoying, but I put it in its place by ignoring it every time it fires off, and slamming his tasty cock right down my throat, before giving him control of my head. He fucks my throat until I have cramp in my jaw, but I daren’t stop, because he is shooting buckets of rpecum, and far above me on my knees, he is gasping and howling for a long time. I think he is edging with my skull. This goes on for about five minutes which is a) too long for me and the cramp in my jaw, but b) brilliant for him, edging away. You know that b) is the important one for me: I take the pain of a) and let this man carry on, of course I do. It’s my job here, to allow myself to be his edging toy. Eventually he shoots his load, and it is BUCKETS! I normally like to hold it all in my mouth until he’s finished shooting me, but this is so much I’m having to gulp some down in the moments between his cock still sliding down my throat. Gulp gulp gulp noises as he cums, which makes him give a dirty laugh. “Fuck ye-e-a-ah-ha-ha” I hold him inside my mouth for a while, tasting that cum and precum. My mouth is literally filled here and I’m desperate not to drip any out, so I slowly pull off his cock, stand up, grab his hands and put them around my throat, so he can feel me swallow his big load in the darkness. He laughs again. I kiss his neck, give him a hug and say thank you before he walks away. Engineer: I take a bit of a break at this point, but when I return, I walk straight into the arms of a tall black guy, mid-40s to mid-50s I’d say, glasses, naked like me and the bearing of a gentleman. He invites me with some decorum to join him in a cubicle, and it is so delightfully polite. Of course, I don’t refuse because he is also deliciously hot, but in we go, and I am straight down on my knees to suck him. It’s a big, girthy cock. 10 inches plus, and wide. Now, I can take big and girthy, but it’s been a few hours by now, and my time out wasn’t really as long as I should’ve taken. I’m just too horny and hyperactive to stop for too long. I tell him that wow, he’s got a big one, but work my way down it anyway, which he seems to enjoy. He plays a hand on the back of my head and then lifts me up. “Yeah” I say “ Sorry, I’m pretty tired right now” “It’s okay. I can be gentle” …as he lightly turns me around with seductive hands, to get me ready for a standing fuck. We all know I’m, going to take this cock no matter how tired I am, but as he slides in, I realise he is true to his word. The fuck is slow-rhythmed, like a rower. He slides in, glides all the way in, then pulls firmly almost all the way out, then back in with this lovely pacing. (Sidenote: a day later, when he contacts me on Scruff to say thanks, I see his profile is listed as btm, but he has some delightful skills as a top) Gliding in and out of me seems to hit all my ecstasy buttons: the head of his cock sliding firmly past my prostate and P-spot makes me yowl each time with a shiver of pleasure, and the push inside makes my ass tighten. I show him my ‘Find the Head Of Your Cock Inside Me And SQUEEZE’ trick, which makes him chuckle in a deep voice, as I feel his hips hit my ass cheeks for the first time. Yes! I’ve taken it all, and if he’s been holding back up to this point, he knows he doesn’t have to. He tells me this by fucking me harder – never roughly, but the gentleness has risen to a firmness now, which lasts for a minute and then… “Fuck, that’s good” …as he cums inside me. And it feels goooood! We both pant and moan, and I do my usual thing of reaching round to grab his ass to push him into me. He obliges, pushes his cock deep into me, and for the first time I feel a bit of pain – and it feels goooood too 😉 Well, he pulls out, and afterward I thank him for being a bit gentler with me. There is a pang of regret in me to be honest that I didn’t just let him rail me, but there was something so gentlemanly about this guy. In response, he says “Oh, no problem. Once you gauge it by the eye, you know how much someone can take, and I knew you could take it all.” “Gauge it by the eye? You sound like an engineer!” This breaks the spell, and we both fall into each other’s arms laughing. As we make our exit from the cubicle, we’re still both chuckling, and I say I’m going to call him The Engineer from now on. He says thanks again – my god, he’s such a gentleman – and I take another break, this time for a good rest. The Finale: I go back into one of the dark rooms, and feel hands grab my ass. I immediately bend over and someone slides his cock into my ass to fuck me standing up, before quickly cumming in me and leaving. That’s a good hit. Someone else must have been watching this from the shadows, because the moment the jizzjoy hits from the guy’s cum, I am directed over to the fuck bench at the far end by this Someone Else, bent over and immediately fucked hard. No words, no sounds just a hard and immediately rough fuck. A third person must have been there – more on him in a bit – because my face finds his cock and starts to suck. This third guy grabs my head and starts to facefuck me, but I have to stop and focus on the fuck. Which suddenly gets a lot rougher as he puts two fingers in while he’s fucking me. Now, I don’t usually like this, but I’m a sub so I will take it. It fucking hurts now, and I’m not shy in howling in pain. The top does not stop fucking me or exploring my ass with both fingers and cock, but still no words, no sound from him, not even laughter or an expression of enjoyment at my pain and discomfort. Without taking a break from the fuck rhythm I am pretty sure he slides in a third finger… possibly a fourth a bit later on… as the pain hits new highs. This is not a pleasurable fuck, but as a masochist there is enjoyment in the pain, that I am being of service to his sadistic needs. This goes on for about ten minutes, until honestly I can’t take any more. An audience has gathered round to watch – I’m guessing they don’t know about the fingers – and I’ve got hands all over me. I’m honestly maxed out by all the sensations, hands grabbing my arms, running through my hair, tweaking my nipples, grabbing my cock. There are even fingers exploring my mouth and this fuck with three or four fingers just does not stop. Eventually, stupidly, I blurt out: “I need to slow down for a bit”, and both cock and fingers are immediately removed from me, and that Someone Else leaves. I never see who he was. There isn’t time for regrets though, as the guy who was in front of me and who I briefly sucked has been there the whole time. I’m guessing some of the hands were his. He immediately grabs me once he sees I’m free. “Turn around I’m gonna fuck you” I’m exhausted but I do as I’m told, standing bent in an odd position with my ass resting on the edge of the fuck bench, but hole still presented so he can fuck me while sitting on the bench. His fuck rhythm is a dream compared to the rough fuck with fingers, and there is a lot of hip thrust like he’s working his midriff to get inside me. He soon tells me to lie down on the fuck bench with my legs on his shoulders, and at last I can properly relax and enjoy his hip thrust midriff fuck rhythm properly. After about ten minutes of this fuck – actually a bit healing after all the pain – he cums in me, and I have never seen the like. Most guys when they cum, there might be gasping, howling, fuck yeah, hot breath and so on, but this guy releases a short series of VERY LOUD staccato bursts, like OH-OH-O’ as he floods my ass with his cum. We writhe around in each other’s sweat for a while before he helps me to my feet, emerge into the light and chat for a bit. Lovely guy, Manchester-born but Turkish/Middle-Eastern origin. He’s got that pretty face and eyes I love from that region of the world. So sexy. Well I dial around for a bit looking for one final load in my ass before I leave. A few more fucks and some close calls, but nothing doing, until I find that Manchester/Turkish guy once more. I tell him I just need one more load, and he offers. This time we go to a cubicle, and get a proper connection going on., Another good hip thrusting fuck rhythm, another series of staccato OH-OH-O’ bursts as he cums in me, and I am ready to leave, fully fucked, flying with jizzjoy, filled with strangers’ cum as always. It's 36+ hours later as I write this and those 11 loads are still inside me, steadily absorbing. Cum inside me guys… 😉

Part 2: The Festival Continues “Are you camping tonight?” Tyke asked, as I lit a cigarette of my own with his lighter. “Yeah” I said, “brought a little tent with me”. “You stay with us” said Giftig, more as a command than an offer. “We will have more sex.” “We’re at a hotel nearby” Tyke said. “You can come back with us in the car after.” “Er, thanks, er, yeah, that would be great” I stuttered. “You better go and get your stuff from wherever you left it” Tyke said. “Bring it back here, but hurry up so we’re not late.” I nodded, then turned and briskly walked off while still smoking my cigarette. I got a couple of weird looks from the guys at the cloakroom tent where backstage visitors could leave their stuff, and I’m pretty sure I heard one of them giggle that I smelled of cum as I walked away with my rucksack and the tent. I didn’t care though, and just hurried back to the trailer. Tyke opened the door for me and I hurled my stuff in, before they strode off with me in pursuit. Giftig was talking on his mobile as we walked, but with me being behind them and the pulsing sounds of the current DJ’s set emanating from the stage, I could not hear any of what was being said. When we reached the stage I went to show the security guard my wristband, but he stopped me and another couple of guards who had been hanging around came over to me. They pointed in the direction of a small cabin back at the bottom of the stairs up to the stage, and given I could not hear a word over the music, I complied and headed down there with them behind me. I went inside and found it was actually a small toilet block that was presumably placed close to the stage so the security guards would not be gone for long if nature called. The two guards were right behind me, and the second one in closed and locked the door behind him. “Take your trousers off and bend over” said the first one. “Gift and Ty want you loose and wet for tonight” said the second. I should have freaked and fought against it, but that desire I had felt to continue being used as I had been cleaning myself up a few minutes before had not dissipated, so I readily undid and shucked off my jeans, before bending over in the small space and leaning on the sink. The first guard took up position behind me, fingered my hole for a moment, and then began to push his cock into me. I could not suppress a yelp as it felt dry and painful, and I was relieved when he pulled out, presumably applied some lube, and then pushed in again with a lot less grief the second time. He then set to fucking, as I propped myself against the sink and took the pounding. After a while I turned away from the sink and looked to the other guard, who was standing with his trousers open rubbing his cock as he watched his colleague fuck me. I just happened to be looking in his direction when he pulled off his black polo shirt to cope with the rising heat in the room, and it was at that point I saw he had the same symbol tattooed on him as Tyke did, only smaller and positioned at the bottom of his stomach just above his balls. I also noticed how wet the end of his cock was, and wondered if he would actually end up blowing from how hard he was stroking it while watching me get fucked. However, his colleague accelerated and blew into me before that happened, and sure enough they soon swapped places. As the second guard slid into my wet hole, his colleague watched for a moment before approaching me with his own dripping cock presented for my attention. I swivelled a bit so I was still supporting myself on the sink with one arm while I opened wide to take the cock that had just been inside me into my mouth. It was then that I noticed this guard also had a small tattoo in the same place on his body as his colleague, only this one was of a scorpion with its tail trailing down to his cock. I missed the entirety of Giftig and Tyke’s second set, as after the first two guards had bred me, I was instructed to stay in the cabin and help out the rest of the security staff if they required it. I therefore had the odd experience of just standing or sitting on the floor in there for over an hour, administering blowjobs or bending over to be fucked by three more men, and also awkwardly watching-but-not-watching three others take a piss in the toilet. I was not completely ignorant of the world, and thus was quite relieved that none of them had wanted me to be the toilet. Eventually the first two guards came back for me, and escorted me to the trailer where I was told to wait. I took the opportunity to have a couple of cigarettes while I sat on the step of the trailer, feeling the cum dripping out into my underwear. Eventually Giftig and Tyke returned, and even in the relatively low light levels now that night had fallen, I could tell they were smirking at me. They gathered their things in the trailer, tossed me my bag and tent, and then walked off - with me following - to a black SUV in the truck-filled parking area backstage. Giftig climbed into the driver’s side, while Tyke opened up one of the rear doors, pulled a scrunched-up towel over to cover the seat, and then motioned for me to get in before he joined Giftig up front. “Did you have some fun?” Giftig asked, as he manoeuvred us out of the site and onto a quiet road leading away from it. “Yes” I said quietly. “But I missed your second set.” “We’ll make it up to you tonight with a personal show” said Tyke, as Giftig chuckled. I could not help but smile to myself, and then turned to looked out of the window at the darkened countryside as we drove in silence.

Chapter 3 - Matt Matt unpacked their suit cases into the dresser and closet Amanda showed him before she got in the shower. He had showered right before the flight, the plane had air conditioning, and they really didn’t rush or anything so he didn’t feel as though he need to shower. He didn’t get the whole airplane dirty thing. He felt pretty clean. Amanda had tried to get him to join her in the shower for some “fun” (aka him eating her out, she never like sucking him and only fucked in the bed with condoms) but he told her he didn’t feel comfortable doing that with the dads just downstairs. She tried to blow off his concerns, but he held firm. After he finished unpacking, he changed into his board shorts and got the towels and sun block ready to go to the pool when Amanda finished in the shower. Amanda came out of the shower as he was looking out the window down to the pool. and he heard her start laughing loudly. “Oh my god babe you have a huge hole in the butt of those shorts!” ”What!!” He swung his head around trying to see what she meant and sure enough the mesh of his shorts were showing and you could see his crack. “How am I going to go swim now?!?! I will have to go to the store before I can swim!” Amanda stopped laughing and picked up her phone, “Don’t be silly, you can wear one of Papa Z’s suits. Aside from the 3 or so inches in height, and your blond hair and Norwegian white skin, you are pretty similar.” She stopped typing and looked up at him “What waist size do you wear?” “Like 29’ or 30’ for most swim suits, but I not sure I should. Won’t he be put out sharing?” Amanda had typed a response as he was talking, “Great you are the same waist size. It’s no problem. He has tons of suits. He is brining you one up now.” Just as he was about to answer there was a knock on the door and Z walked in a tight Speedo looking suit holding an equally skinny suit in his hand. “Hey I was just changing when you texted. Here are the shorts.” He said as he handed to Matt. Matt could not believe his eyes! This hot man was standing before him basically naked. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes with that killer smile. The perfect caramel skin tight over his muscles. He had a killer chest, arms, and eight pack abs. He was cut as fuck. Matt then noticed what looked like a red and black stinger just peaking out of top of his speedos right under his belly button and just above his bulge. He only noticed because it stood out as Z didn’t have any other ink. But the biggest shock was Z’s bulge. It was the most impressive bulge Matt could remember seeing, and that was with the restriction speedos had. He had seen his team mates and other guys in locker rooms. He knew not all black guys were hung but he could tell Z was. For the first time in a long. Time, maybe ever it made him horny. Hornier than he had been in a long time. Luckily he had a towel in front of his crotch. “Thanks for the suit. I don’t know how mine ripped” he squeaked out as he took the suit. “It’s no problem. Mandy let’s go down and get in the pool while he changes. Grab your towel and sunscreen on the bed there.” Z said as he turned to walk out of the room. “Ok dad, coming” she kissed Matt on the cheek and grabbed her stuff following behind Z. Matt had to sit down on the bed for a minute and will his rock hard cock down. He was packing a pretty big dick, around 7.5-8 in, which he knew was bigger than most. But damn Z must have so much more than him. He only ever meet a few guys that appeared to give him a run in the cock size area, judging from the few hard cocks he’d seen and the soft ones from the locker rooms. After a few minutes of him picturing his grandmother, he was able to switch out of his board shorts to the speedos. It fit pretty good, but he could tell the pouch had been stretched due to the monster normally in it, or maybe that was just what his brain was telling him. He grabbed his towel and walked out of Amanda’s room toward the stairs. He topped dead in his tracks as Thomas came up the stairs, naked, his big flaccid dick swing as he went up the last few steps. He had a great body as well. Tan, tall, well defined, not as cut as Z but pretty cut, broad shoulders, and big arm muscles. He had a few tattoos across his body, including one below his belly button like Z that he could now tell was a scorpion. “Oh damn son, I am sorry. I thought I heard you guys go out to the pool. I was changing when I realized I’d left my favorite suit in the laundry down stairs” he held up a speedo, “and decided to grab it and bring up before I got in the shower.” ”Umm it’s no problem sir. Z and Amanda went down before me. My shorts ripped and I needed to change to the suit Z let me borrow. I should get out of your way and go down to the pool.” He went to move around Thomas, his dick hard tenting his speedo as much you can in those tight things. It was almost painful. “Oh you are not in my way. By the way did you shower before cramming your self in that suit” Thomas asked with a sparkle in his eye. “Mmm no sir, I didn’t think I needed too. I haven’t gotten sweaty today.” Matt replied. He was trying hard not to stare at the big dick on display, that seemed to be getting bigger. “Stop the sir crap. It’s Thomas or dad. Now you can’t go in the pool without showering. Follow me and you can get a fresh pair of shorts and take a quick rinse off in our shower.” Matt almost wanted to object, but the stern look he was getting from Thomas he knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So he stepped back to allow Thomas to pass. “ Lead the way, dad.” He replied. It was a big master bedroom, well decorated. He could hear music from the pool. But they moved quick through the room to the bathroom. That and he was distracted by hot ass that he was following. It was fat but he could tell it was from muscle. It looked better than most female asses he had seen. “Ok, strip and jump in the shower. Let me go get another of Z’s suit from the closet for you.” Thomas walked away before Matt could answer. His mind was spinning as he removed his suit. How was he letting this happen. He had a 75% hard on, that would go full wood once he took off his suit, because of his girlfriend’s hot gay dad! Matt figured Thomas was just being a normal guy and he was reading more into it. I mean after all public pools require you to shower first. So his mind (and dick) were overreacting. This could be so embarrassing popping wood in front of your gf’s dad. He took down his shorts and his dick bounced out and grew to full mast quickly. He got into the shower and made sure to angle himself where his rock hard dick couldn’t be seen when Thomas came back with his new suit. As the warm water rain over him, he was hornier than he had been in forever. He didn’t know why but since he’d seen Thomas’s dick his mouth had been watering. He wanted so badly to know what it tasted like. He had no clue why he was feeling this way. He only ever felt this way about one other guy and that was years ago. And even then it wasn’t as strong a pull to want to taste his dick. He was so in his thoughts he was startled when he heard the deep voice in his ear, “Don’t jump, I am going to soap your back up” He stood still as he felt a loofa run over his shoulders. He was frozen in shock. Thomas was humming the song that had been playing from the pool when they came into the room a minute ago. “You have such a nice bubble butt son!” Thomas said and then looked over Matt’s shoulder, “and Daddy Z was right you have a nice big dick. Not as big as my 9.5 inch or Zs 10 but definitely a nice hog.” As Thomas said the last words Matt felt his big warm fat dick run against his lower back. Thomas being a few inches taller made it hit right above Matt’s butt crack. The warmth and weight against his but checks as Thomas moved his hands up and down his back with the loofa and soap made Matt super hard. His horniness was back with a vengeance. Just then Matt felt a big strong hand wrapped around his 8 inch dick and start to stroke it. Thomas also started kissing his neck. He felt Thomas squat a little to adjust his cock to where it was laying in his crack. Thomas started to fuck his crack, his dick head hitting Matt’s hole every so many strokes. Matt had never been fucked but he loved the feel of that big fat cock in his crack as Thomas’s expert hand jerked him off. Just when he didn’t think it could get any hotter, Thomas pulled his head around and kissed him in the lips, deepening it to a French kiss. Again, Matt had never kissed a man, but the strength in the kiss and the strong mouth just seemed right. It made him even harder. His balls were begging to really churn. Between the water, soap, and Thomas’s precum, Matt’s hole popped open just enough for the big fat head of Thomas’s dick to slide in. The feel of that entry made Matt hurt, but in a good way he couldn’t describe if he tried. And it made him nut immediately. He came more and harder than he thought he ever had before in his life. He moaned into Thomas’s mouth as he came. ”We are never wrong about a boy! Such a hot little fucker to make ours this week!” Thomas said as he removed his dick head and turned Matt toward him. “Get on your knees boy! Dad’s going to cum on your face boy! Matt wasn’t sure why he didn’t object, but something deep in him told him to obey Daddy T. He went to his knees and looked up at the big fat cock in front of him. Thomas jerked his meat hard while telling Matt what a good boy he was. “Close your eyes boy daddy’s about to cum. This is the first of many loads you will be getting this week boy!” Matt closed his eyes and felt his softening dick jump at the idea of more loads form Daddy T. Then he felt the warm cum hit his face and chest and he shot his second load without touching his dick. He had never had sex feel this good. Ever! “Ok boy, stand up and shower off. Can’t go down to Mandy with my jizz on your face” At mention of his gf Matt began to freak “Oh my god what have I done?? What will she think? She doesn’t know I am bi. And I let her dad fuck me” he felt the panic ratcheting up. “Calm down son. First, she won’t find out. We will only play with you when she is occupied. That’s why Z told her you decided to shower before you came down after I spilled a drink on you when you were coming around the kitchen corner. We planned this out the minute we heard about the hole in your suit. Well Z did, he bet me you were cock hound that wouldn’t be able to resist my dick if you saw it.” Thomas said with a gleam in his eye. “But I only ever messed around. Never fucked. I don’t know why I am so attracted to you both. It’s never happened before to me.” Matt whispered as he felt the panic start to recede. Thomas grabbed his shoulder, instantly calming him more “You are what we call a natural born bottom slut. We will tell you more later but just believe daddy T when I say you were meant to please us. And, just to be clear we were just messing around. You only got the head of my dick in that ass. Tonight you will get all 9.5 inches in your boy pussy! Now, dry off and get dressed and go down to the pool. I am going to dry and dress and get the drinks to bring out behind you.” Before Matt could respond, Daddy T guided him from the shower, now clean of cum, and to the bedroom room and they both dressed. Daddy T kissed him deeply and slapped him in the ass “Get down to the pool boy! Mandy is normally self centered and oblivious but don’t stare to hard or flirt to much while she is around. Now go on!” Matt waked down out of the room and down the stairs. He was in a fog and he didn’t know how he got to where he was. But he knew he wanted to feel Daddy T and Daddy Z stretch his hole! As he came out to the pool deck Amanda called him over and he joined her in the pool as she started to take about plans for the week. He didn’t really pay attention but acted as he did. Daddy Z was on the pool deck behind Amanda where she couldn’t see him. He was in a lounger sun tanning with his eyes covered by sunglasses. Matt couldn’t see his eyes and thought he maybe asleep. Daddy T came out with a tray of drinks and brought them to the table by Daddy Z. He leaned over and whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek as he pulled the top of Z’s suit down showing Matt the big fat brown snake in his suit for a few seconds before letting the suit snap back in place. Daddy T then picked up two drinks to bring toward the pool for us. As Amanda turned and swam the short distance to meet Daddy T with her drink, (who blocked her from seeing Z). Matt looked behind Thomas to see Z adjusting his bulge as he gave a sneaky smile at Matt. Matt knew at that moment he’d do anything for either man! And he would very soon! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! More to come soon.

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…

Part 4: The Penthouse The week seemed to grind by, as I slogged away on a new garden layout in Hampstead while I felt my well-used arse get less tender with each passing day. Friday evening finally rolled around, and after getting home, showering and lying on my bed for a bit to recover after work, I got myself ready to go out. By then I had managed to get to a sex shop after work one evening to pick up some supplies, so I was able to clean out my hole, pop in a buttplug and then put on a jockstrap, so that I would be ready for Giftig and Tyke whenever and wherever they decided to pick up where we’d left off on the Sunday. I donned my boots, jeans, a black tank top and jacket, and headed off to Panarica. When I got there I was a bit nervous at first, but sure enough I was on the list and was let in a separate door that led to the VIP area on one side of the floor near the stage. I felt a bit out of place there, so just got myself the occasional rum and coke and otherwise stood at the edge of the area where I had the best view of the stage. Just before Giftig and Tyke were due on as the main DJ act, I felt my phone buzz with a message: Be ready to go when we’re done, and we’ll meet you at the door next to the bar. T My heart started racing, but I texted back a thumbs up and then got myself another drink to steady my nerves. I then didn’t drink anything more as I watched them come on stage and immediately whip the crowd into a frenzy with their awesome set. Each of them gave me the occasional look, and I even saw Giftig smile and wink at me at one point. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much my life had changed in the last week. As their set reached its climax, I went over to the bar and found the door Tyke had mentioned. Not wanting to appear suspicious I stood a little way away from it and cheered with the crowd as the set ended, and then just moments later the door opened and Tyke partially came through. He saw me and motioned for me to follow him through, so I hurried after him and down a long corridor backstage that led to a back door. Giftig was already waiting in the SUV, so I climbed in the back and we set off. They both wound down their windows and lit up cigarettes, so I decided it was OK to do the same and have my first smoke in a few hours. Then we settled back as we drove to a modern development pretty close to Canary Wharf, where Giftig took the car into an underground car park. From there we headed through some doors into a loft lobby, and took the elevator up to the top floor where there were only two apartments on the small corridor. We went inside one of them, and my mouth dropped open at the sheer size and luxury of the place. It was open plan with marble floors and stylish fittings and furniture, and windows all around with amazing views of the river and the skyscrapers nearby. Tyke headed straight over to a set of doors out into a large balcony, and I followed him out while Giftig disappeared into a small corridor off which there were a few doors. “Wow” I said, as I stood next to Tyke and took in the view. “I know” he said, as he lit up two cigarettes and then handed me one. “It never gets old.” “You guys must be loaded” I said. “G is” chuckled Tyke. “I’m just along for the ride.” Tyke and I chatted for a little bit while we smoked, before Giftig joined us outside. I did not turn around when I heard him come outside as I was watching a plane coming in low over the skyscrapers. However, he almost immediately reached around from behind me and grabbed hold of my jacket collar, pulling it back to take it off me. I moved my arms to allow him to successfully remove it, and then heard it drop to the floor. I was about to turn around when a very large silver chain descended into view as Giftig lifted it over my head and down onto my chest. It was much bigger than the one I had worn at the cottage, and it felt very heavy when it came to rest on my torso and he fastened it behind my neck. He then gripped my hand and turned me round, gently pulling my arm towards him. Tyke then reached over and placed a huge bracelet on my wrist, which Giftig fastened underneath, and then they did the same with the other wrist. These pieces were huge, although still not as big as what each of them was wearing. “For you” said Giftig. “What?” I asked. “He means they’re now yours” said Tyke, causing my mouth to drop open. “What?” I asked again. “They are for you” said Giftig, giving me a rare smile. “I like you in chains.” I stammered as I tried to take in what he was saying, causing them both to laugh. “Come on” said Tyke, “let’s go and give you some more gifts.” He went inside, but before Giftig could follow I grabbed his wrist. He turned to face me, and I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. He was a bit rigid, possibly startled, at first, but then put his hand on the back of my head and took over as the dominant one. He then pulled back with a smile on his face. “Thank you” I said softly, “I don’t know what to say.” “I am happy that you like them” he replied, with a grin forming. “Now you can show me that you thank me.” We went inside and headed down the corridor, passing an open door to an opulent master bedroom until we reached another one that had been set up for playing. I gawped at the way it was decorated, with pictures of stylised scorpions all over the place, black leather furniture everywhere, a whole shelf lined with dildos, and all sorts of other kinky stuff. In the centre was a big metal frame with a leather sling hanging from it, and Tyke’s position next to it and the look on his face told me that this is where they wanted me. I quickly stripped until I was just wearing my jock and the new chains, and then walked over to Tyke. He turned me round and helped me lift up onto the end of the leather sling, and then I lay back and shuffled into a position he was happy with. They each then took a leg and raised it up, securing my ankles with a thick padded leather cuff hanging from each chain. They then did the same with my wrists, albeit those were secured onto the chains with hooks that they slipped under my new bracelets. My heart was racing as I realised I was securely locked in place, and all I could do was watch as they each stripped naked and then helped each other dress into the same leather gear they had worn in the cottage, with the addition of black leather chaps this time. Tyke then took up position by my hole, crouched down out of sight, and then caused me to both jump and moan out loud as he pulled out the small buttplug and then began to lick and finger my hole. Given the plug had kept me loosened up he did not waste much time with the foreplay though, and after only a couple of minutes he stood back up, pressed his cock to my hole, and pushed in. “Oh yeah” I groaned, “fuck me.” “Yeah?” Tyke said. “You want us to fuck you?” “Yeah” I panted, arching my back up a bit and closing my eyes as he started to slowly slide in and out of me. “You want us to fill you with cum again?” he continued. “Yeah” I moaned, “I want you to breed me all night!” I rested my back down on the sling again and opened my eyes to look at him, right as he and Giftig were exchanging a grin with each other. “You like our tattoos” asked Giftig from next to me, causing me to turn my head and look at the scorpion on his torso. “Yeah” I panted, as Tyke began to increase in speed. “You want one yourself?” Giftig asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand on my torso. “Yeah” I panted again. “Good” he said. “We will make sure you get one.” “Because” said Tyke, through gritted teeth as he hammered away at me, “it means we’re poz, and soon you will be too!”

Part 3: The Cottage Eventually we pulled into the car park of what looked like an old mansion, but Giftig kept driving through it and got the car onto a driveway leading into the estate. Some way into the site we reached a set of cottages, and he stopped the car in front of one of them. We all climbed out and headed inside, where I saw that it was actually a large and modern one-bedroom apartment that seemed to be set up as hotel accommodation. “We shower” said Giftig, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. Tyke watched him go, and then went back outside and lit up a cigarette on the path up to the cottage. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him out and lit one up myself. “When you said you were in a hotel, I thought you meant a Travelodge or something” I said quietly, causing Tyke to grin. “G would rather drive back overnight than stay in one of those” he said. “Are you two… together?” I asked. “Yeah” said Tyke. “We don’t make a big deal about it, and most people think we’re just a DJ double-act.” “I did too” I said. “But we’re open” he continued. “We play with others, sometimes together, sometimes alone.” “Cool” I said. “What about you?” he asked. “You got a boyfriend?” “I, er, I didn’t know I was into men” I said, after a pause. “Until tonight.” “You mean we were your first?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “Then the security guards.” “Sorry about that” he said, the grin gone from his face. “G likes to keep those guys sweet with the occasional gift.” “It was OK” I said. “I kind of liked it.” “Guess we found ourselves a proper cumdump” Tyke chuckled, though I could not help but cough at hearing myself described in that way. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, just enjoy that you’ve found out who you are.” We stood in silence for a little bit finishing off our cigarettes, but with no sign of Giftig we both lit up another. We started talking about music, what it was like being a DJ, and my own love of the whole scene. For a moment I almost forgot why I was really there, instead revelling in the opportunity to talk to someone I really admired about his work and his passions. However, the sounds of Giftig emerging from the bedroom brought me back down to earth. “My turn” said Tyke, stubbing out the last of his cigarette and heading inside to go and shower. I stood there on the path for a little longer, before going back inside. Giftig was opening bottles of beer, and handed me one when he saw me approach. “Drink” he said, “then you shower.” “OK” I replied, before taking a swig of beer. “Then we go to bed” he said. “Tomorrow we stay here, and drive back on Sunday. You can stay.” “You mean all weekend?” I asked. “Yes” Giftig replied, before striding past me and out the door to light a cigarette. I stood there for a moment, my heart suddenly racing at the prospect of potentially being used all day by these two men, but I then fished my phone out of my pocket and emailed my mum to say that I had met some people and was going to stay another night. It was far too late at night to text her, but I knew she would be checking her email as she always did every morning, so figured that would be enough. Then I put my phone back in my pocket and, despite having just smoked two with Tyke, went outside to have another cigarette with Giftig. We did not speak at all while I was out there, with him instead coming to stand next to me and rub his hand on my arse while we smoked. It was such a turn-on, further cementing for me that I was clearly gay. Tyke took a lot less time in the shower than Giftig had, and when he appeared by the door with just a towel round him, we went inside and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped naked, then went into the bathroom and got in the shower. After getting myself clean, I got out and used a hand towel to get dry as they had already used and soaked the two larger ones. I then opened the bathroom door and went out into the bedroom completely naked. I was somewhat taken aback to see they had both put on some other accessories alongside their huge silver chains, with Tyke wearing a thick leather collar and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles, while Giftig was now wearing a leather harness and a black leather Muir cap. Sitting on the bed was a black leather jock, as well as a very chunky silver chain and matching bracelets. “My older set” said Tyke, noticing me looking at the jewellery. “Put it all on.” I did as instructed, slipping the jock on before donning the chains, amazed at how heavy they felt despite being smaller than what either of the other two men was wearing. “Nice” said Tyke. “On the bed” said Giftig. I climbed on the bed on all fours, and they positioned themselves at either end of me. With only a minimal fingering of my hole to loosen it up again, I soon had Giftig buried inside me while I opened my mouth to swallow Tyke’s cock. I moaned around the cock down my throat as Giftig began to pound me hard, and Tyke eventually pulled out of my mouth to let me take a few huffs of poppers. Then he presented his cock to me again, and with my head starting to fly, I swallowed it back down. As it turned out, I ended up being in that position for quite a lot of the next 36 hours. Aside from when they were fucking me, we spent Saturday eating amazing food that Tyke prepared in the small kitchen, chilling with drinks, napping, and talking about music. Giftig was not very chatty, but Tyke and I had a lot in common and I really enjoyed getting to know him better. I also got to see a bit more into the normal dynamic of their relationship when Tyke bottomed for Giftig a couple of times, albeit while he was buried inside me as well. They also briefly double-fucked me late on the Saturday, but went back to spit-roasting when it became clear that I was not yet able to accommodate them both without being in a lot of discomfort. Sunday morning eventually rolled around, and after I took a couple more loads, we eventually packed up and headed out to the car. I sat in the back and rested for the drive back to London, shifting around a bit as the weekend-long initiation into bottoming had left me quite sore. Once we got back to London I asked them to drop me near to my house so I could walk the rest of the way home, but before I left Tyke gave me his number and told me to come by the club on the Friday night as I would be on the guest list. “You stay with us after” said Giftig, not really sounding like he was offering but more instructing. I made a mental note to tell my mum I would be out all night as a result. Then, they sped off as I watched them go. I stood on the street for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. I eventually picked up my tent and rucksack from the pavement, and set off towards home while I focused on concocting a believable story about what I had been up to on my extra day in the country. I settled on a variation of the truth involving an opportunity to learn some DJ stuff from a couple of the performers and their friends, and was able to minimise the time spent talking to my mum before I could get upstairs and fall flat onto my bed. Despite how busy my head was, I was soon sound asleep.

I had been fucked one night by a very hot guy. I left his house and went to bed with his load still in me. Woke up with my ass a little moist and that distinctive scent of marinated cum. I showered, dressed and headed to work. As I was walking from my car into the building I unexpectedly let out a fart that expelled a massive amount of fluid. I hurried to the lobby men's room, entered a stall and quickly undressed. My boxers were soaked and the scent wafted throughout the stall. Luckily it didn't soak through to my trousers. I sucked the mess into my mouth, got dressed commando and headed to my office where I stuffed the dirty boxers in my drawer until the end of the day.

Chapter Three Eden Prep “Did you pursue him?” I shook my head, “No, why would I? He was freaked and I don’t need to force myself on someone. I decided to just leave him alone, sides he liked it.” “But he was distressed.” “And? My brother Eli has convinced himself he is a born again Christian because he is wigged out by liking guys. I’ve seen this before, pushing only sends them deeper into the closet. I gave him a taste…he would be back.” “So what did you do instead?” I made up a bed on the couch in the family room and changed into some sweats. Though I wasn’t expecting him to freak out like that, it wasn’t out of the blue. The thing to do now was to give him space, if I pushed things he would just retreat further and there would be no going forward. Right now, I needed to give him all the space in the world so he could sleep on it, wake up, and realize he overreacted, which is what he will end up thinking. Besides, I still had work I could get done. Devon hadn’t come home from his Church social, which meant there was a teenage jock out there with the body of a fuckboi who had spent a good three hours slow dancing with a girl and not been able to do anything about it. I sat on the couch, staring at the many pictures they had on the mantle, seems they had a church retreat every year that took place on some white water rapids, so there were three years of shirtless photos of them, drenched in water. The dad had a better body than I had imagined, it was pretty obvious where the boys got their genetics from, he had moved up from someone of interest to a full-blown target now. I stroked my cock looking at his hard chest and tight abs…oh yeah…he was the very definition of a DILF. I was two-fisting it, slowly edging myself when I heard Devon’s jeep pull up. Showtime. Now what I needed was shock and awe, something so fucking startling that he would be stunned into submission almost instantly. Normally this would be a challenge, but luckily…John had already taught me what I needed to know… I kicked off my sweats and got into position…and waited. Eden Prep Further Down The Hallway “State your name for the record.” I cleared my throat, “Devon Peirce.” “You are the older brother to Sean correct?” I nodded, “One and the same.” “What would you say your relationship to Samuel Parker is?” I felt my face blush, “Um, friends?” They all typed on their tablets, “Were you attracted to men before you met Mr. Parker?” I shifted in the chair, “Um…I was…I am straight,” I stammered, “I mean…well bi.” More typing, “So you identified as heterosexual?” I nodded. “Even with John Pakrer?” Again my face had to have been beet read, “Um…I never did anything with Johnny!” “Did you?” My mouth slammed shut. After a few seconds one of them said, “Why don’t you just describe the night you met Mr. Parker?” Sighing I nodded, “I had gone out to a church social and was thinking…” Fucking chicks. I swear I spent the entire night with an aching cock and what did I get for it? A kiss and a, “You know we’re waiting for marriage,” shit. FUCK! I cannot wait to get to my room and fucking jerk off, I bet I shoot over my headboard again if I try. I unlock the door and am about to head upstairs when I see the lights on in the family room. Who the hell would be up this late? I toss my keys down and talk over… And my mind just freezes up. I see what I am seeing but there is no way I am seeing what I am seeing. Sitting on the couch is Sammy Parker, naked as the day he was born. Normally I would take a second to appreciate how nice his body is, he looks like John at that age which is saying something. Normally I’d check him out, see how his body compared to mine, but none of that was happening. Nope, I was transfixed by what I was seeing and couldn’t look away. He had leaned forward and had the tip of his cock in his mouth, sucking on it like a baby with a bottle. Every guy had thought about it, but no one I knew could do it, because we didn’t have horse cocks like Sammy. I could not believe how fucking big he was! He was over nine inches and thick as a fucking forearm! On a full-grown man, it would have been huge, on Sammy’s lean body it looked gigantic. His mouth could barely fit around his head as he swirled his tongue around it, it was easily the most erotic thing I had ever seen in real life. Fuck, it was actually hotter than most porn I had seen. I had to have made a noise because he stopped and glanced over at me. He sat up, the head of his cock glistening. He gave me a slight grin, “Oh sorry man, didn’t see you there.” There was no shame, no embarrassment, if anything I looked more bent out of shape than he did, “Um, it’s cool,” I said, still not able to look away. He stroked it a few times and then grabbed his sweats, “I was just bored down here, John taught me that…didn’t expect someone to walk in on me.” He pulled them up but his cock was bulging through the thin cotton, Jesus this kid was packing… “Wait,” I said shaking my head, “What are you doing down here?” He leaned back on the couch, “Um, your brother kinda lost it, so I decided to crash down here and give him his space.” I laughed and sat down in the lounge chair, “What did Sean overreact about now?” “We decided to shave each other, for tryouts…and he…I don’t know…I think he got embarrassed 'cause he sprung wood.” “Yeah, that makes sense,” I said seeing it in my mind’s eye, “Usually I’m the one to shave him, and even then, he gets sideways, he isn’t really used to having friends. A lot of guys think his faith makes him weird.” He shrugged, “Doesn’t bother me, but I just felt it was better to leave him alone.” “Good call,” I said, “Well you can come crash in my room, my dad gets up stupid early and he’ll wake you up.” “You don’t mind?” he asked with a smile. “Nah,” I said standing up, “Come on, grab your stuff.” He picked up his bag and blanket and we went up to my room. He tossed his bag down and in the light, I could see his definition a lot better, man this kid was ripped. John had the same physique at his age, where it was obvious, I worked out, John and Sammy looked buffed and ripped completely naturally. You wouldn’t think it made that much of a difference, but you’d be wrong. “Nice room,” he said, looking around, “So what you want to do?” I tossed my shirt off and began to change, “No idea, am too worked up to crash right now.” “Me too,” he said, “You like brownies?” He had a Tupperware container half filled with chocolate brownies. I could smell the weed from here. “You know what’s in those?” I asked. He smiled, “Do you?” Holy shit this kid was cool, “Fuck yeah.” I said climbing on my bed and taking one, “Where did you get them?” He joined me on the bed, “The rugby guys down the street gave me some.” “The college ones?” I asked impressed, a group of rugby guys had moved in over the summer but I didn’t know Sammy was friends with them. He nodded as he took a bite, “Nice guys, they hook me up when I ask.” I downed mine and took another out of the container. I’d never done weed before, the most I’d ever done was get wasted on vodka with Jimmy Styles over the summer, so this was all new to me. They tasted just like normal brownies…but I didn’t feel anything funny yet. “Yeah, maybe giving your brother one of these was a mistake,” he said finishing his. I began to laugh, “You have Sean a pot brownie?” he nodded, and I began to laugh my ass off. Imagining my straight-edged, nerd little brother high was just too much for me. I fell back onto the bed thinking of Sean stoned…wandering around his room…looking at his hand…it was too much. “More?” I looked up and he was over me with a brownie, I nodded and opened my mouth and he fed me another. “You got some on your mouth…” he said wiping it with his thumb and then sticking it in my mouth. I licked it clean, our eyes locked for a moment before I sat up. “Thanks,” I said quickly, well shit I think I’m high. “Can you feel it?” he asked, and I nodded, feeling a little dizzy but not much. “So can you do me a favor?” I kind of chuckled and he repeated himself. “Devon?” I looked over at him, “Can you do me a favor?” I nodded. He reached into his bag, “Since your brother freaked out,” he pulled out a razor and a can of shaving cream, “Can you do me?” I just stared at him for a second, man he looked like John… “Yes?” he asked. What? Right. “Yeah sure,” I said taking them from him, “Grab a towel from my bathroom.” He got up and was just blown away at his lower back, he had one of those perfect baseball asses that drove chicks crazy. So much cake… He came back and tossed me the towel and then stripped his sweats off with one movement. Holy shit, his cock was soft, and it was as big as mine! This kid was two years younger than me, and he was easily twice my size where it counted…fuck. I just stared as he climbed onto the towel and laid down. “Ready,” he said once he was settled. I shot some shaving cream into my hands and began to move up and down his legs, which were surprisingly built, but then he did play baseball. Once I had his legs lathered up I began to slowly shave him, making sure not to nick or cut him. Once I had his calves done, I moved up to his thighs, repeating the process slowly, and trying not to marvel at how smooth his skin was. “You mind doing my ass,” he asked softly, “Since you’re there.” I nodded instead of answering and began to lather his firm ass up. God, it was so fucking perfect, I mean just two handfuls of pure ass…it took me a second to realize I was just playing with it instead of lathering it up. Fuck, come on Devon, get your head in the game! Once it was lathered I began to shave it, sliding the blade over the firm cheeks, mesmerized by just how fucking hot this kid was… He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, “Get it all ok?” he asked. I froze as I saw his hole winking up at me…a tiny pink jock hole that looked… “Ok?” he asked again. “Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, “No problem.” I gently moved my fingers between his cheeks, trying not to notice how much it looked like a cunt…and how turned on I was by it… “Make sure you get in there…” he insisted. I shaved him slowly, my eyes hypnotized by his hole…come on Devon…get with it… Once I was done, I sat there, realizing I had a raging hard-on. “Other side?” he asked, flipping over. His cock sprang straight up like a flagpole, Jesus how did this kid get so hung? I know John had a huge cock, but I never got to see it in person like this. I just knelt there, staring, not believing what I was looking at. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “It has a mind of its own.” “I bet,” I said under my breath as I tried to focus, “Ok, here we go.” I began to lather the front of his legs, but it was impossible to ignore his cock. I mean it was right there, just bobbing…it was bad enough he had a flawless eight-pack and firm pecs, but that horse cock springing up from a sparse dusting of pubes made everything else seem less somehow. Now that I had time to just look at it I was pretty sure it was closer to ten inches than nine and thicker than any cock I had ever seen in porn or in person. As I shaved him it would sway with every move he made, and damn…why couldn’t I look away? I was close to done on his thighs and he asked, “Can I ask one more favor?” I nodded, trying to look past his cock to his face. “Usually, my bud on the baseball team gets my balls and under, do you mind?” I shook my head, as if in a dream. “Thanks!” he said spreading his legs, “You’re a pal.” I pushed his legs up, folding him in half as I put some cream on his ballsac and tried not to marvel at his fucking big they were. I gently shaved them, trying to ignore the small gasps he was making with each stroke, God why was I so turned on by this? I made sure it was smooth as silk and then looked down at him, “Ok, I need to raise your legs more to get to your taint.” He nodded and I folded him in half, his long legs sticking straight up, his taint exposed. I put some cream on his taint and began to shave him, making sure not to go too fast or too hard, just taking it an inch at a time. I had just begun when I heard a wet sound…a slurping. I kept shaving and it got louder, I looked around his waist and almost dropped the razor. He had the head of his cock in his mouth again, eyes closed as he sucked on it, servicing himself as I shaved him. I went back to shaving him, my hands shaking as I imagined what he was doing… Once his taint was clean, I lower his legs and they wrapped around my waist, his cock sticking up between us. “You’re done…” I said in a halting voice. “Sorry,” he said with a smile, “It’s hard not to when it’s right there.” I nodded, dazed. He nudged the base of it and propped it up, “You wanna try?” I nodded again, Jesus it was so big… He leaned up and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down…my lips moving down to his cock. “Come on Devon, go for it…” he whispered as my lips touched his cock, “It’s just us…” He sounded so much like John that I felt my eyes flutter as I licked his cock head, giving in to my innermost desires. Once I tasted him, I couldn’t stop, I took as much of him in my mouth, my jaw straining to take this kid’s cock into me. “Oh yeah Devon,” he said, pushing my head down more, that donkey dick filling my mouth, pressing my tongue down as it filled me completely. What was I doing? I pulled back and rolled my tongue around his huge cock, imagining it was John all those years ago…the fact it was some kid younger than me, somehow made it even hotter. I pulled off his head and grabbed it with one hand, not able to reach around the whole thing, and began to lick up and down its length, worshipping it as I went, losing my mind one lick at a time. The things I could do with this cock, the pussy I would slay…the looks I would get…but instead all I could do was lick this kid’s cock and feel myself drowning in shame as I bitch myself out to this little stud. “Lick my nuts,” he ordered, and I took one of them into my mouth and began to roll it around, relishing the ooohs and aaahhs coming from him. Turning him on was turning me on, what the hell? I took the other one and slathered his balls with my spit, getting more and more turned on. “Lower…” he growled and like the beta cunt I was, I did as he said. I went lower and licked under his balls, and then gnawed at his newly shaved taint…as I went lower I became desperate to see his hole again. I shoved his cheeks apart and shoved my tongue into his hole in the same way I imagined I’d eat my girlfriend out if I ever had the chance. His gasp was like pure sex as I plunged deeper into his little jock hole, making this stud shake in place as I ate his perfect baseball ass out… “Devon…fuck…” he moaned. I tongue fucked him, desperate to get back some of my masculinity back, if I could eat him out that would make him the girl right? God this kid had me spun. “Wait…wait…” he said pushing my face off his hole. I came up out of breath, looking up at him with a longing I didn’t think I would ever feel about a guy, “I wanna suck you too…” I nodded and we moved into a 69 position, and I was face to face with that fucking cock again… “God damn kid…” I said, licking his tip without being told or prompted. He moaned as he began to suck my cock, my first actual blowjob! Holy shit! He took me entirely into his mouth, another reminder I was nowhere as big as him. I felt shame fill me as this kid’s cock engulfed my entire mouth and more…making me gag with only half his length. I was losing my mind serving him, I had never in a million years thought of myself as gay, but this kid was so hot and his dick was so big…I was as turned on more by him than by any five girls I had ever talked to. His mouth was incredible, I mean I had never had a blow job before but the things he was doing felt fucking amazing! My entire cock was in his mouth, and he was playing with my balls with one hand…oh my god what was he doing to me? I gagged and choked on his cock as he pushed into my mouth, owning me like I was just some jock bitch here to please him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took his cock the best I could, his mouth sending me to a whole other level of heaven. He slipped his cock out of my mouth and moved between my legs, he pushed them apart and I felt his tongue begin to lick around my hole. Oh god! I felt his tongue trace around my hole and felt my toes curl, he paused, “Come on Devon, let me in that jock pussy…” He went back and I moaned as I felt my ass relax, horrified I was letting this kid eat me out like I was a bimbo. My head fell back as I felt him enter me, oh my god… “Sammy…oh god…oh…more…” I heard myself beg, not believing what I was saying or feeling. He pressed my cheeks back and I felt his tongue probe me, touching me in places I would never think I’d let a guy touch. My whole body was shaking, feeling this little stud lick my cunt…oh god…I was such a bitch next to him…fuck… He began to twirl his tongue around and I let out another squeal as I grabbed my cock and began to jerk myself off. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this…I whimpered as he continued to violate my hole, my legs shaking as I felt him lick me deeper and deeper… “John…close…oh god…” DID I JUST CALL HIM JOHN? If he heard he didn’t react, he began to hum into my hole my ass jerked as I felt my cock throb…my balls began to tingle and my eyes rolled back as I began to shoot over my chest and abs. It felt like gallons of cum fell on my body as he kept stabbing me with his tongue, making me moan more and more and my cock just unloaded all over me. Once I was done, and just shaking he dropped my legs and straddled my chest, fisting his cock. “Open…” I opened my mouth, willingly surrendering to this kid as he stroked his giant cock, pointing into my open mouth. My jaw ached as he slid it over my tongue, filling me completely. I had never in a million years ever thought I would suck a cock, much less one like this. I tried to lick around it but my tongue was forced down as I felt it hit the back of my throat, making me gag. “Relax,” he said pausing, “Breath through your nose…swallow…” I started to do what he said and then moaned as I realized I was letting this younger stud teach me how to deep-throat a cock. My eyes watered as he pushed in, I was choking! His cock filled my whole throat! “I’m close…you want my load, Devon?” I nodded, knowing this stud was my better in just about every way possible. “So hot…” he growled as his cock pulsed and then began to shoot into my mouth. I moaned in misery as I let this younger jock use me as a cum dump…he slipped his cock back some as I felt his fucking monster load coat my tongue. I swallowed the best I could but it filled my mouth and began to dribble down the sides of my mouth. He just came and came, and I struggled to swallow it all, like some fucking cum whore…desperate for more… “Drink it…” he said, running his hand through my hair, “Come on Devon…be my jock slut…drink my load. Another moan of shame as I drank more and more of his seed, then slowly slipped that horse dick out of my mouth, smiling down at me. “Thanks…” I smiled up at him, drained and so tired. “Reedy to crash?” I nodded…feeling my eyes close… And then nothing.

I’m addicted to ass. And I love seeing butt hole. For me, the best camera angle is from behind. They are filming the btm getting fucked, but they include the top’s ass in the scene. Everytime the top pulls back, his ass cheeks spread and I can see his hole. Huge turn on for me!

Hey guys. I really appreciate all the comments and reactions. Part 1 was originally meant to set the stage for the real story and be some background material, but it ended up growing into a full chapter on its own. I’ll be adding a few more chapters about how Luke and Alex got to where they are now. Hope you enjoy. New Beginning Part 2 For the rest of senior year, even the everyday stuff felt special. We’d already sent in our applications to our top schools, and tried to hold onto every moment before life took us in separate directions. College and the future were coming up fast, but for now, we were just making the most of it. We said we'd stay in touch, but deep down, we knew things wouldn't stay the same. After high school, Alex and I ended up on opposite coasts, and that's where I found myself getting into some pretty wild stuff. I'd go online, fall down rabbit holes, and just keep spiraling deeper and deeper. I found a couple of fetish sites and signed on with a username that I felt fit this part of me. I’d just browse and jack off, never thinking I’d have the nerve to go through with anything. My friends wouldn’t get it, so I kept it to myself. Yeah, I was out, but all they saw was a jock having the time of his life and easily getting laid. There was no way I’d ever let them find what I was getting into. Once I hit 21, things changed. I’d hit the bars, both gay and straight, with my friends. If none of the guys caught my interest, I'd say I had plans to meet up with a guy and make my way to the one bar in town that had more of what I was looking for. It wasn’t a leather bar or anything, but it had the right vibe. And being a college town, I was fresh meat and attracted older guys. I admit it, I was into older guys even back then. I was getting fucked by guys of all ages, from ones in their 20’s to the oldest one, who was pushing 70. Back then, I was scared my friends would find out and start talking. All through college, I kept my two lives separate and made sure they never mixed. After graduating, I was still trying to figure things out when Jack came into the picture. I’d had a rough week and decided to hit the bar right after work. At first, I didn’t notice him. Then next thing I knew, the bartender passed me another drink and nodded towards the guy down the bar. “From him,” he grinned. It threw me off since all I really wanted was a drink. "Hey, tha..." I started but cut myself off as soon as I saw him. Fuck, he was totally my type, silver fox, bearded, late 40s-early 50s. Somehow though, I was nervous, and I guess it was showing. “You’re welcome,” he smiled, walking over to me, “I’m Jack.” “Luke,” I told him, lifting the glass, “Thanks for the drink.” "No problem. Figured you could use another," he said with an easy grin, taking a sip of his own. “That obvious, huh?” I sighed, taking a large gulp. He sat there, looking right into my eyes, “Yep, it is.” Fuck! Hearing him say ‘yep’ really hit me at that moment. I’d recently been thinking about Alex and grew quiet. It’d been a while since we’d talked or even texted. I had no clue where he was living, and he didn’t know where I was either. I just figured he was busy living his life and maybe met someone along the way. After all, we were never a really an official couple, more like best friends with benefits. "Hey, you good?" he asked, his tone easy and natural, like he actually meant it, not just making conversation. “Yeah. I’m ok, thanks,” I smiled, trying to snap out of it, and finished off my drink. He caught the bartender’s attention for two more drinks, and we started chatting about random crap. I never really shared much about my life with guys at bars, and that night was no different. The longer we talked, the more I loosened up, my worries faded away and gave him my full attention. A few drinks later, blowing off some steam seemed like the obvious move. He’d smile, keeping an easy, steady eye contact, but didn’t seem interested. By now, the bar was packed, making it harder to keep the conversation going and an awkward silence settled in. “Well, good talking to you, Luke,” he smiled and stood up, signaling for the tab. “Don’t worry, boy, I got it.” I hesitated for a second, thrown off, watching him walk away. “Uh, yeah… thanks.” Taking a few steps towards the door, he stopped. "Come on, boy. Gotta catch the ferry home." “Yes, Sir,” I said, jumping up and gulping down the last of my drink and followed him out and into the waiting taxi. I sat down, surprised at myself calling him ‘Sir.’ I’d never done that with a guy I hooked up with before. Grabbing my hand, he put it on his crotch and smiled. “You realize you just called me ‘Sir’?” “Yes, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.” Squeezing my hand to let me feel his bulge, he growled, “Yeah, boy, you do.” I heard a snicker and glanced up to see the driver shooting me a quick look in the rearview mirror as we pulled away. We were on the way to the ferry terminal and settled into a comfortable silence. On boarding, he led me directly to the bow of the upper deck. We stood there looking at the distant lights of the island, me at the railing and him against my ass. That’s when I heard one long blast of the horn. Laughing, Jack turned around and waved up to the bridge. “The captain’s a buddy of mine. Whenever he sees me bringing someone back, he gives me an extra-long one,” he chuckled, wrapping his coat around me, and pulled me closer. “What’re you thinking?” I moved my hands behind my back, cupped his bulge, and let out a sigh, “Fucking love it.” “The view?” he laughed, gripping my hand, “Or my cock?” “Both,” I laughed, feeling comfortable being there with him as the other passengers came and went. Finally at his place, he led me into the dimly lit living room. “Go on. There’s a great view of the city from over there. I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he said, pointing me towards the wall of glass leading out to the deck. I stood there, taking in the glow of the city lights, thinking about my life and wishing for something more. “Whadda ya think?” he said, returning to the room. “Nice,” I answered, turning away, and got my wish. Jack stood there, his thick booted legs spread, hands behind his back as the moonlight highlighted his muscles. His furry pecs were surrounded by a black harness, with a thick barbell in each nipple. And his cock, shit! It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen but it was nice and thick with a large mushroom tip. It was calling to me. “Strip, boy,” he ordered, “Show me what you got.” I quickly tossed off my shirt and threw it on the floor beside me. Unbuttoning my jeans, I saw his expression turn. “You raised in a fucking barn, boy?” he snapped, “Fold ‘em and put them in hallway by the door.” Apologizing, I stripped and put my folded clothes where he told me. Coming back into the middle of the living room, I stood there, legs slightly spread, as he walked around me. “Nice, you always keep it like this?” he smiled, running his hand over my shaved body. But before I could answer, he tossed me a jockstrap. Picking it up, I felt the dried cum soaked into the mesh, and looked up. "What's wrong? You really thought I had a stash for guests?” he chuckled, “Nah, that's one of mine. It’s what I expect my boys to wear. Understood?" “Yes, Sir,” I moaned as the stink of cock and stale piss hit me. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled. The funk filled my lungs with an unexpected buzz, and I slipped it over my thighs and adjusted myself, feeling the stiffness of the stretched-out mesh surrounding my junk. Stepping closer, “I got no need for that,” he chuckled, patting my bulge, and stepped back. He just stood there looking at me. Finally, he seemed satisfied. Staring down at his cock, he smiled. “Now.” That was my cue. I dropped to my knees at his feet to suck his cock. “Good boy,” he growled, slipping a collar around my neck and secured it. “You’re gonna do just fine.” Closing my eyes, I started moaning, feeling the tightness of the leather around my neck, as I sealed my lips around his cock. “Just fucking do it, boy!” he barked, taking hold of my ears, and pulled me into his hairy crotch. I could feel every inch of him sliding over my tongue and down my throat ‘til I could smell his musk. “That’s it, that’s a good boy. Breathe it in,” he sighed, clipping a leash on my collar. “Get used to it... to all of this.” I stayed like that, focusing on his scent, my throat surrounding his shaft. I could feel the weight of the cold chain across my back and spread my legs to adjust my stance. And for a second, I shivered, feeling the links slide down against the entrance to my hole. “Look at me, boy,” he murmured, “Suck my cock.” I opened my eyes, grabbed onto his hips, and pulled back, tightening my lips around his shaft. Down I went, starting to suck on him, my head twisting back and forth, shoving it down my throat as far I could before coming up and wrapping my tongue around the tip again. “Fucking cocksucker,” he moaned, “You know that’s going up your hole, right?” “Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, releasing his cock before taking it down my throat again. “That’s right, boy. It’s gonna fill you up,” he told me, grabbing my cheeks and stroking me gently. He was driving me crazy. One minute, he was treating me like a piece of meat and the next, he was tender. I’d never been treated like this and it just made me want him more. I kept looking up at him, watching his black eyes boring into me. It was as if he was looking at the real me. Then, recognizing my total submission, he grunted, “Don’t forget my balls.” That’s when I went town, lapping at his ball sac, and started slipping them, one at a time, into my mouth and rolling them over my tongue. “Easy, boy. Not yet,” he moaned, pushing me back, and turned around. “Yes, Sir,” I moaned and started licking and biting on his muscular ass. Grabbing his asscheeks, I spread them and buried my face. “Goddamn pig,” he groaned, pulling me to a chair, sitting down, and lifting his legs to give me full access. I started tonguing his hole. “Yeah, you dirty little fucker. Eat my ass, pigboy.” His words just made me want to prove I’d do whatever he wanted. Working the tip of my tongue into him, I went deeper, eating him out. “Shit, yeah. I knew it the first time I saw you. Fucking everyday jock to the world. But a fucking pig when I bring you home.” “Yesss, Ssssirrrr,” I moaned, sitting back, “Fucking pig.” It was true. I wanted this. No need to deny it. I sat back, watching his slick cock shining with my spit, and with a moan, I grabbed it and started lapping up the precum oozing from his open piss slit. I felt his body tense, ready to release his load. “Goddammit,” he barked, shoving me back, and stood up. “What the fuck did I tell you?!” “Sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, afraid I’d fucked things up. Seeing the look on my face, he relaxed. “What’s the matter, boy?” he smiled, slapping his cock against my cheeks, “You missing my cock already?” “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, having had a taste of him, “Please.” "That's what I'm talking about," he nodded, grabbing my shoulders, and pushed me down onto all fours. I knew what he was after and arched my back, exposing my hole. Moving behind me, he leaned down, wrapping the chain around his hand to move it out of the way. “That’s it. That's what I need,” he growled, pressing his finger against my hole. “Fuck me,” I kept begging and whimpering. Feeling his finger opening me up, I moaned as he gently nudged it in. I pushed back and a second finger went in. I felt the third and steadied myself as he kept working his fingers in and out of me. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. I was fucking loving it, but then, I felt him pull out and a feeling of emptiness came over me. Before I could do anything, the smell of sex hit me. I blinked open my eyes to see him standing there, holding his hand up to my lips. “Shit yeah!” I gasped at the slime and took a finger into my mouth. “Like I said,” he murmured, “A fucking pig.” I started sucking on them, one at a time, ‘til they were clean. And without another word, he pulled me by my leash and led me into his bedroom. “Got something for you, hop on,” he told me, nodding to the bed. Jumping on the bed, he put a mirror with a cut plastic straw, and a couple of thick lines of white crystals in front of me. I was trying to figure out if it was coke or tina, but before I could even ask, he gave me the answer. “Tina, boy. Most boys these days don’t know the feeling of the burn,” he chuckled, “Have some, it’ll help you figure things out.” “Yes, Sir,” I moaned, leaning down, and snorted both. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growled, seeing my ass up and exposed, doing the lines. Feeling the burn in my nostrils, I sat up and held them, enjoying the first signs of the rush. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he laughed, doing a line. “Shit yeah,” I groaned, feeling him push me down, and worked a massive amount of lube into my hole. Next thing I know, I’m feeling something big pushing at my hole. There was no way it was his cock. Realizing it was a dildo, I dropped down on my elbows to take it. The tina was kicking in, but I didn’t think I could. “Here, boy,” he chuckled, tossing a brown bottle at me. “It’s fresh. But give me some, first.” Feeling him over my shoulder, I grabbed the cold bottle, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to his nose. He took a couple of long hits and then I started inhaling. “Shit!” he growled, seeing me keeping up the hits. “Fuck!” I moaned in a poppered haze, “Shit! Now!” Grabbing me in a chokehold, he grunted, “Good boy, swallow it,” forcing the dildo past the opening. “GODDAMN SHIT!” I screamed, finally feeling it sliding in, and fell onto my elbows. “That’s it,” he whispered, “Take it, boy.” It was huge, and I hadn’t had anything even close to that big since Alex, “I can’t.” "Yeah, you can," Jack snickered, dumping a heap of tina onto the mirror and sliding it my way, “Here.” I knew I was gonna need it and inhaled the whole mound. I stayed ass up, down on my elbows, until it hit me. “Fuck, Shit!” I growled, feeling my hole starting to relax. “Give it to me, Sir. I can do it!” “That’s what I like to hear, a boy who’s all in. Took you fucking long enough in the bar to show me,” he snarled, starting to fuck me with the dildo. “Yes, Sir. I fucking wanted it but wasn’t sure you...” I gasped, feeling it sliding over my spot. “OH, God!” “That’s ‘cause you’ve got a lot to learn, boy. And you want to learn, right?” “Yes, Sir. Fucking teach me,” I begged, pushing back. “I’m not gonna teach you, boy. I’m gonna fucking train you.” “Shit yeah, please!” I yelped, “Train me!” Suddenly, I felt the dildo pulled out of me and whimpered. “What’s the matter, boy? Feeling empty?” he teased me, holding the dildo to my face. I just knelt there, looking the slimy dildo. “Yeaaah,” I moaned and started licking at the black silicone shaft in front of me, tasting my ass juices on it. “Fuckin got you now, boy,” he snarled, watching me let go of any inhibitions I had left. “I’ve seen you in the bar, thinking you were hot shit and could get any guy you wanted. But I saw the real you, this one here.” “Fuck, Sir,” I moaned, listening to everything he told me. Sitting back, he watched me, more so was studying me. I was spun and found myself rambling about all the stuff I was jacking off to, none of it phasing him. “Boy, you are one fucking twisted sonofabitch,” he chuckled, pushing me onto my back and spreading my legs. With nothing but a grunt, he shoved his cock into my gaped hole and started fucking me. “Tighten up,” he snapped, “I want to feel what I’m fucking.” I tried to concentrate but was having a hard time gripping his cock. “Harder!” he shouted, grabbing onto my nipples with his fingernails. “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the pain and clenched down on his cock. “Good boy,” he laughed, “Those tits of yours are gonna come in handy.” And with that, my breeding started. His thrusts pushed me forward, pounding me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I could hear his breath coming in sharp bursts as he buried himself in me. Grabbing my hips, his pace increased as I tensed up. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling his shaft hitting my spot and my cock exploded, spurting out a 3-day load into my pouch. “Goddamn, boy,” he grunted, feeling my hole pulsing on his cock, but he didn’t stop, “Remember how it feels, and you’ll be coming back for more.” He kept on, slamming into me and I was fucking loving it. It was as if he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just getting into my head, he wanted to be completely inside me. Then, I could feel it, his body going rigid. “Oh fuck, boy, take Daddy’s load,” he grunted, spewing his load into me, and fell on top of me. I just laid there, feeling his sweat dripping down. I could feel every drop running over my skin. After a few minutes, he rolled off me and waved his cock at me. Somehow, I knew what I needed to do. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, scrambling to cleaned him off. Afterwards, I just laid my head on his thighs as he ran his hands over my smooth body. “I like it. Make sure you keep it up.” “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, taking his softening cock into my mouth. The next day, I was ready to head home. Dropping me off at the terminal, he gave me his number. Even after everything that happened, I had some doubts and was a bit standoffish and I’m sure he knew it. I was used to one-night stands and never bothered to give a guy my number. I always made the decision whether or not there’d be a repeat, so, I just stuck it in my pocket.

I met up with one of my regular hookups in college that I’ve stayed in touch with. He brought 3 guys with him that were unbelievably hot and all had perfect dicks. Fortunately I was the only bottom and they took turns breeding me while I sucked a lot of dick. One of the guys had one of the biggest, longest, thickest dicks I’ve ever seen. After the others got me opened up a bit, he started drilling my ass until he had me moaning and whimpering like a little bitch. I’ve had some good fucks but this one was definitely in the top tier.

Chatted with this guy on one of the apps we use here. Guy is in his 50s, married to a woman and was extra horny for some ass. Told him to meet me at the corner near where I live, where we could go into a little bit of woods and no one would see us. Sucked him real good until he was leaking and then offered him my ass. I was wearing my wife's panties, which made him even more horny. He just pulled it aside, spit over my asshole and pushed his thick cock inside. I was in such a heat that it entered easy all the way, and he fucked me so good until he came inside while I begged for him to impregnate me.

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

found this picture & it reminds me of the sub lad- that cheeky smile & body do wonders for my jack off sessions

Hey, sorry for the delays. Currently working on the next couple of parts, will hopefully be posting later this week. Won't lie, surprised but delighted that you guys are enjoying the story. Have another couple of ideas that I'll get to shortly too with any luck.

Honestly for me, it is largely because I was sexually active before HIV/AIDS was a known thing. I always loved taking loads before it was seen as risky. I went through 6-7 years being condom only when that first started in the 80s, but I always hated the feel of a rubber. Once the first guy got me to take it bare again, I was raw only almost immediately. It was so hot being a bareback bottom in the early 90s. Tops were so turned on when you offered to take it bare and even more so when you let them breed you.

ARE YOU A FAGGOT? • Do you get hard when Men order you to strip? • While you know you should hate being called a faggot, does it actually turn you on? • Are you most at ease when Men give you orders? • When a Man spits on your face, deep down, does it somehow feel right? • When you jack off, do you imagine being dominated and degraded by Men? • Do you like being fucked with other Men watching? • Have you ever fantasized about being taken to a gay club, completely stripped and led around on a collar and leash? • Have you ever let a Man piss down your throat? • Has a Man ever ordered you to jack off in front of a group of fully clothed Men? If you answered YES to any of these questions, then you are a FAGGOT. Embrace your true self. Strip. Kneel. Beg. Obey.

Characters Mark- Incredibly handsome face, 18 years old, 5'8', 140 lbs,, blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, smooth muscular build, 8' cock, amazing bubble butt, totally straight virgin. Resembles a short version of the Statue Of David in Florence Italy. He is an actor wannabe headed to LA from Kansas by bus. Joe Blackstone-Seedy, sleaze ball, slightly stocky, bald, mid 50's, 5'10', 215 lbs, thick black framed eyeglasses, wrinkled khakis and yellow polyester polo shirt. Always on the lookout for fresh meat to peddle in the XXX industry lurking at the bus depot in LA. Mr. G- Unscrupulous and manipulative, 36, 6'3 and 180 lbs. of solid muscle, short cropped dark hair, piercing green eyes, a heavy 5 o'clock shadow and tats that show on his neck above his shirt collar and arms, very tan, strikingly handsome and charismatic. Runs several operations including illicit talent agency, drug dealing, prostitution, and owns and operates an all male porn production studio. People have a way of disappearing if they cross him, he has strong mob connections. Mr. Jones- Film investor with a penchant for gay porn movies. Early 60's, 6'1, 155lbs, balding, wire- rimmed glasses, very passive and non threatening. The type that blends in and doesn't stand out. Is actually into heavy S/ M scenes, leather, bondage, hoods, breath control, electricity, fisting and other kinks. Believed to have a 12" cock. Prefers sex with men of various ethnic groups. After a chance meeting, two strangers bond over breakfast at McDonald's in the Los Angeles Bus Terminal. Mark was so excited to finally be in Los Angeles he just talked and talked barely touching his food. He whispers to Joe he has a dream and $12,000 in his bag to make it come true. The money is his inheritance from his recently deceased grandmother. He figures there's enough money to last 6 months in LA until he finds steady work as an actor. Joe thought this is going to be way easier than he could have ever imagined and yet found himself almost feeling sorry for the kid. Joe tells Mark that he is a talent scout (a total lie) for one of the biggest movie studios in the world, MGM. Part of the MGM empire includes a small talent agency managed by his "friend" Mr. G (true) and Joe was sure he could get Mark an interview, maybe Mr. G would even sign him as a client. He excuses himself from the table to make a call, comes back 10 minutes later, gives a thumb's up sign, scribbles down an address on a napkin, and they part ways. Three Hours Later Mr. G opened his office door at 2:05 pm and was pleasantly surprised. Joe didn't exaggerate, Mark was a potential gold mine. Mark outlined what he was hoping for, what he was willing to do and what he absolutely would not do. He wanted to be cast only in family friendly films (like Disney movies), would never act in any sex, violence or drug related scenes, personally did not smoke or drink alcohol and most definitely absolutely no nudity at all, partial or full, not even underwear or swimwear. Mr. G listened and nodded. He told Mark he could rent him an apartment in a building he owned for $1000 a month (actually it was a rat infested crack den over run by the homeless and druggies); in addition Mark would owe the talent agency a fee of $500 a month for their services of representation, plus 20% commission on any jobs they secured on his behalf. He would also be required to pay his own expenses like $1000 for headshots, video tapes and other materials necessary. The kid foolishly and readily agrees and signs the dotted line. After all he is now represented by' Mr. Goldwyn of MGM Studios' or so he thought. In reality Mark had signed an exclusive contract turning all his rights over to Mr. G and his studio Bareback Productions for the next 3 years. He owns Mark now and the kid is clueless that he has just made a deal with the devil. Six months later Mark was broke, homesick, disgruntled, frustrated, disillusioned and just wanted out of LA. The bubble had burst, reality set in and he wanted no part of show business.. He tried, failed and was totally humiliated and heartbroken. Even his personal life sucked. The girls thought he was gay and the guys wanted him to be gay. He was very alone in a town that operates by using people for what they can offer. Mark still had his pretty face, beautiful butt and big cock but he wasn't offering any of that .......never ever or so he thought. He just wanted to go back home to Kansas. One rainy afternoon, it all got to him and Mark burst into the Mr. G's office demanding to see him. He wanted out of his contract NOW. The secretary explained that Mr. G was in an important meeting with an investor but Mark didn't care and wanted to see him immediately. In an unusual display of aggression he shoved the secretary to the side and barged right in. Mr. G snapped, "What is the meaning of this? Get the hell out of my office!" The investor was actually there to discuss Mr. G's latest project for his porn studio which was going to be a 3 picture deal, "Breeding Parts 1,2,3 with world wide distribution and the making of a new international porn star that would be under contract with Bareback Productions exclusively for the next 6 years. Mr. G stood to make a killing. There were millions of dollars at stake. Mark said he wasn't leaving until he got released from his contract. Mr. G paused for a moment, putting his anger aside and said 'alright Mark, you want out so badly, this is the deal. You are breaking your lease 6 months early so you owe $6000 for that, you have the monthly $500 fee to the agency so that's another $3000 you owe and so far there's another $1000 in advance expenses the agency has laid out for you. If you want out so bad all you have to do is bring me a check for $10,000 and you can break the contract. If you can't do that then 'shut up and get the fuck out of my office NOW!!' Mark left feeling worse than before. What in the world was he going to do? How was he going to come up with $10,000? He felt as if his life was over. In the meantime, Mr. G and his investor, Mr. Jones, a bookish accountant type, head to the studio to see how the production was coming along on the first day of shooting for 'Breeding Part I'. The big rumor about the film was that they would actually be using negative actors (chasers) showing documentation before and after the sex scenes to prove authenticity. The film would also feature lots of drug usage, real time slams and reactions, something hard to find in big budget porn films.The trilogy was greatly anticipated by the gay porn community. As if his day wasn't bad enough already, Mr. G was about to get more bad news. The production team is in place, the actors are ready, the stage set- lights, camera, action but wait....no star!! The crew search and the lead is found naked and unconscious in his dressing room. Now the medics must be called. To say Mr. G is livid is an understatement. He is not use to things not going his way. Time is money and with production in operation mode he is losing a bundle of cash every minute. Where is he suppose to come up with a new STAR now? At the last minute? And someone HIV negative no less, in LA?!! Mr. Jones asks if he may speak to Mr. G alone for a moment. They step into a small backroom and Mr. Jones inquires about using that desperate young man that was in the office earlier today.? He was gorgeous and with that bubble butt and big bulge in his jeans, sure looked like he could be a porn star. Is he neg? Mr. G seemed annoyed by the suggestion and mumbled that stupid kid isn't even gay! As soon as he said the words it was as if a light bulb went on. Mr. G hugged Mr. Jones and ran out into the hallway yelling "we're in business, I found our new star!" They form a plan, a very dark and devious plan!! Mr. Jones calls Mark and identifies himself as the other person in Mr. G's office this afternoon. He says he has a soft spot for struggling young actors and would like to help Mark. He knows a sure fire way he can make the $10,000 he needs and if interested he needs to come to the following address immediately. Mark's head is spinning, he has so many questions. Mr. Jones tells him not to worry about a thing, it will all be taken care of and explained just get to that address asap. He's sending an Uber for him right now. The crew is filled in on the 'scheme' and each of their assigned roles. They are so excited to participate knowing this is like a movie within a movie!! In the porn film, 'Breeding Part 1', the hero gets seduced and bred and now that's exactly what will happen to their new star. Mark arrives at the studio. Mr. G turns on the charm and along with Mr. Jones attempts to smooth over the events of earlier in the day. He tells Mark ,he has reconsidered, is more than willing to release him from his contract and in return all he wants is one small favor. Mr. G explains that one of his lead actors had to unexpectedly drop out of a film that is scheduled to be shot today, actually right now. Mr. G would like Mark to play the role. It would really save the picture. Mr. Jones then chimes in, "how many movies have you made so far?" When Mark says 'none' Mr. Jones says 'well now this is your big chance to star in a multimillion dollar production and return home a genuine movie star! Wouldn't you like that?" Mark is sensing the excitement in the air and it's infectious!! Literally! Mark asks what is the role exactly, what would he have to do and what about learning his lines, rehearsals, fittings for costumes etc etc. Mr. G says no worries we have a whole team here that is going to help you get ready and you're going to be great, just be yourself. He tells him there will be cue cards on the set with his lines and he can read off those. Mr. G then tells Mark not to worry about costumes, there are very little costume changes in the film, the action all takes place in one evening. So far so good, Mark is responding positively. Next Mr. G calls a nurse over and tells him to administer a blood test for insurance purposes and to be sure to get the necessary documentation. Suddenly Mr. G stops and says 'wait, you can't do this role after all.' Mark goes "WHHAT?" He wants to be a star so badly. Mr. G says well the character smokes and you don't smoke. However, if you'd be willing to fake it perhaps we can find a way to film you not actually smoking cigarettes. Mark sheepishly says, you're sure I don't have to smoke a real cigarette? Mr. G responds, almost gleefully, "absolutely not my boy, you have my word"! Mr. G adds 'why don't we get you some juice to drink while you think it over?' He whispers for the production assistant to crush two blue pills in juice laced with g and make it a double right away!!! They serve Mark the juice. He thinks it tastes a little odd but drinks it all down in one gulp. He grimaces at the aftertaste but he is feeling a little dry mouth with all the excitement and anticipation of being in his first movie. Mark asks how would they fake the smoking, he's never even lit or held a cigarette. Mr. G says no worries, they have an expert on set that will teach him. Using a clear glass pipe and some odorless, colorless white smoke to simulate the cigarette and then with technology they will superimposed the real thing when they edit the film. All this sounds logical to Mark and he agrees to it. A streetwise thug shows up, covered in tats and says "it's real easy just watch and listen. You fill the bowl of the pipe with these crystals, light the lighter and watch them melt until you see smoke and then slowly inhale. Hold it until I tell you to exhale. Do you think you can do that?" Mark says he can so they get ready and Mr. G, also the director and producer of the film, yells "Action!" Mark takes his first puff and of course does it all wrong and coughs and everyone laughs and Mr. G says 'Quiet on the set, let's do Take 2!' So they try it again and he inhales a deep breath, holds it a good long while and slowly releases some huge beautiful puffy white clouds which causes everyone in the room to erupt into applause. 'Excellent 'Mr. G says, 'let's try that again.' Mark is feeling a little funny, very warm and getting light headed. They repeat it another 6 times and Mark is starting to feel real good. He doesn't know why but he's also getting very horny. It's all new sensations for him and he sort of likes it. Plus he's loving all the attention and encouragement he is getting from the cast and crew. He's feeling like a real movie star. They take him in the back to prep him, then onto hair and makeup, the full 'star' treatment. He dresses back in his own clothes, which he doesn't even question due to the effects of the g and the t. The nurse comes back and says they have the results of the blood tests and all is fine. He then says, with a wink to Mr. G, "Did Mark get his 'covid' shot that is required by the insurance company so he can even be working on the set?" Mr G feigns false surprise and says 'How could we have forgotten? Of course he needs a covid shot to be allowed to work on the set ' !! He asks Mark if he has ever had one and he shakes his head no. Mr G then snaps his fingers and says 'quick, get a tourniquet and a syringe over here now! One mega dose coming up!! We want to be sure our boy is healthy, isn't that right Mark? Oh, and can we get him some more juice? He's looking thirsty.' Everyone on the set starts crowding around Mark, his co-stars have raging hard-ons and are rubbing their crotches just waiting to fill that throat and ass. The nurse secures the tourniquet and swabs his arm with an alcohol patch, finds a plump vein, instructs Mark to hold very still and he administers the first slam. Mark coughs uncontrollably for a while and then wham! It all hits him and he's theirs....like a pig to the slaughter. He's flying, his head is spinning and he hasn't a clue what's happening to his mind and body. The others start violently stripping him, shredded pieces of clothing flying everywhere, they can't get them off fast enough, his body is on fire and they carry him naked into a sling where his wrists are bound and then his ankles too. A leather blindfold is place on his eyes and a ball gag is placed in his mouth for now A large shard is stuffed up his butt along with two fingers. The boy is twitching and whimpering for more, he's in ecstasy and ready for his close up and his first breeding....a star is porn! Another slam is administered in the other arm and the boy is in another stratosphere. Mr. G ,of course, pulls out his enormous cock makes the first deposit followed by Mr. Jones who wants to see a return on his investment as well as fresh cum on his 12" pole. Then it becomes open season. Cock after cock, load after load are deposited in the no longer tight virgin hole. Mark's body is ravaged and raped in that sling. His ass cheeks are spread and soon fingers are replaced by dripping huge cocks. The ball gag is taken out and quickly a 9 inch cock is shoved down his throat. He gags and his eyes fill with water, he can barely stop from choking. He can't breathe. The boy is sucking his first dick and finally learns to take it like a real champ. Soon he is sucking and slurping and swallowing the first of many loads that night from many different cocks. He is moaning in pleasure and ectasy. His face and hair are dripping wet with sweat and cum, there's a puddle beneath him that wreaks of bodily fluids and sex. He's a virgin no more. The look on his face says it all, he just can't get enough and craves more drugs, more sex, more cum, more men. As anticpated "The Breeding Part I" is a critical and commercial success. It's groundbreaking in its actual breeding scenes as well as rampant on screen drug usage and real time reactions. Mr. G denies it all and claims it's all simulated with great acting but those in the know, know the truth. Those bio-hazard tattoo tops in the film with their penetration and cum shots were all too real. It's official, "Breeding Part 1" is complete. Mark's worldwide publicity tour starts in about two weeks, as soon as the Bareback Studios latest cumdump sensation recovers from the flu!

You write so vividly. It feels like we’re there with you.

I fucked a trans woman in Tokyo a while back at one of their love hotels (bareback of course) and she had some crazy control of that hole, it felt like I was getting sucked off while I was inside. snapshot of the video i made included for fun.

I went to gym and in the showers beforehand a hung daddy type was clearly horny. I was in chastity (if the jockstrap didnt tell him enough), and slowly walked past him to a shower stall. I heard him say "fuck it" under his breath. He followed me in and proceeded to plow and blow a huge load in me. I went on to do my entire workout, and only as I walked in home did I see the wet patch and drips down my leg. I had assumed it was sweat but it was cum. Explains why my grindr was popping off at the gym. 😈 Lied to my partner and told him I was just prelubed. The sex was great.

Being able to cum just from "getting fucked" semi on demand and in conjunction with the tops impeding orgasm. Busting a load all over your Tops chest from various anal stimuli as he starts throbbing and busting in you is top notch. You can feel every pulse and twitch of his dick as he shoots inside you and he gets to feel every twitch and squeeze of your ass as you're cumming hands free from Daddy's efforts.

I was sucking my swim instructor's cock regularly for about 3 months when I was 8, he was about 30 and I really liked him as much as I liked sucking his cock and the rest. I fooled around with a couple friends my age from then but I learnt how to suck cock properly and when I was 12 with my 16 year old cousin. He was totally my type, hairy, hung and full of delicious cum

I played hooky from work Friday. I started out with a long workout at the gym, followed by sauna time and then made my way to the bookstore. It was surprising that it was busy given it was midafternoon. I found an open booth and in no time was on my knees sucking dick through the hole. We traded for a bit then he invited me over to his booth. I joined him without hesitation as he had a nice package. Once in the booth he immediately started fingering my hole which I pre-lubed before leaving the gym. He spun me around and pushed his cock head into my hole. It was a nice pop sensation followed by the length of his shaft stretching me out. The fuck was moderately aggressive and soon he busted a nice load. That was the highlight, got home and immediately tossed my sweets into the laundry, his load was bigger than I thought.

I was sucking a 7" thick cock and he wanted to put it in my ass. I let him. He jammed it all the way in and started pumping so hard. He was fucking for 10 minutes then he let his load shot in to my ass. It felt so good when he was cumming in me. I moaned with pleasure of being fucked. He pulled his cock out then I cleaned his cock with my warm mouth. He was trying to cum again

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

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!

My ex was (is) trustee of a national opera group here in UK. His main job then was to fund raise, get donors, hold events to raise money etc. We were at quite a low key function and suddenly he tells me to come outside into the car park. He gives a back story about some patron who did lots of work, raised money for thr group. Wondering why he'd pulled me outside to tell me this, he then proceeds to tell me this guy wanted to fuck me in his car. My partner agreed someone I never met could fuck me raw, just so he could stay in the good books of a man who donated money to organisation he worked for. It continued from there. I was 19 first time my partner was in his 40s, the men often older. I remember attending an event hearing a guy give a speech about how the arts could save innercity teens from a life of crime and sexual exploitation knowing he'd just increased his donation off the back of breeding my teenage hole about an hour before in the toilets of a pizza express

a better question lately is how often do I stop!

last time i got breed was kinda both i guess. his orgasm was kinda loud n showy so id assumed he'd enjoyed himself 😜but after he left i just rolled over n went to sleep. i woke up in the am when some very wet sounding gas escaped with a sort of plop sound. my eyes opened wide as i felt the wetness spread and sure enough my crack was flooded w jizz. i cleaned up and went about my day when an hr later i needed to push something out and sure enough, it was more cum. like a lot. like wtf did i get gangbanged by 10 guys and sleep thru it amount. lol so, embarrassing that i cum shartred myself, but hot that i apparently made this guy dump the worlds biggest load deep up my ass.

Sorry about posting my experience so late. Let me start. I pick him up early and we went out with some friends to celebrate his birthday. I bought him a steak dinner and we had a great time. About 10pm I drove he and I to my house. Mom was working at the hospital so I knew I had a few hours to do what I had planned. I asked him to come to my room. When we got there I asked"Wanna watch some porn?" He said yes and sat down on my bed. I had some blowjob porn already set and started playing it. At this point I had planned to talk him into letting me suck his dick but he said"Man,I could really go for a blowjob right now" Without hesitation I said"I'll do it if you promise not to tell." He looked at me and said"Seriously?" I answered"Yes.It's your birthday and steak and blowjob day.I bought you a steak and I want to give you a blowjob.Just think of it as an extra special birthday." He smiled and asked"How do you want to do it?" "You standing with me on my knees."I answered. He stood and walked over to me.Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees. "Undo my pants"he said. I fumbled with his belt and got him unzipped.His cock was pushing against his boxers.I hooked my thumbs in his boxers waistband and began pulling them down. I could see the tip of his cock.He was circumcised. Then I had half his shaft exposed. Just as I reach the base it sprung out pointing straight at my face.My eyes were locked on to it as I dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles. I was so nervous.I didn't know how to start. He looked down at me and asked"Want me to help you get started?" I nodded yes. He put one hand on the back my my head and slowly pulled me closer to his cock. When it was barely at my mouth he said"Open your mouth as wide as you can and take in as much as you feel comfortable with." I opened wide and took about 4 inches of his 6 1/2 inch cock in my mouth. I could feel it brush against my lips and tongue. "Now close your lips around it."he said. I did. "Now slowly pull back and let me slide out of your mouth.he said. I slowly pulled back my lips sliding over his shaft. As the tip exited my mouth it made a loud"POP". Then he told me"Do it again but this time don't let the head slip out." I did as he told till only the tip was in my mouth. "Now slowly push forward "he said. I pushed forward until I had a comfortable amount in my mouth. "Now start going back and forth letting your lips work my shaft."he said. I started off slow till I could find a good rhythmic speed. As I worked his cock with my mouth I could hear his breathing and moans. It went on like that for a bit. He hadn't cum and I was worried I wasn't doing something right but I kept going. Then I heard him breathing harder. Then his hand gripped the hair on the back of my head. I felt his cock swell in my mouth. Then he grunted and began cumming in my mouth. The first shot caught me off guard and I felt it hit the back of my throat.I lurched at the sensation. Then another shot.It wasn't so bad. When he finished he slowly pulled out of my mouth he once hard cock slowly going limp. I swallowed his load.It was bad.Not as bad as what some women say. "That was great for a first timer"he said. I think I surprised him when I said"I think I'll do better next time". I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight so I was able to give and finish the blowjob while it was still his birthday. The next day I went to his house after his mom went to work and I was able to take my time and give him a proper slow blowjob. I've given him a blowjob every day since.

@gingerdaddyG If it ain't sleazy, it will never go in easy. 😉 @nymidtowneast Thanks. I'm glad you are really enjoying the updates. @KinkyTallBottom I try. It just takes practice, patience, and a willingness to just put it out there. Which works for a lot of other things 😉 @pozpopperpig I try. Always open to hearing what people want to see next though. @Medwaym It really wouldn't be one of my stories without it. 😛 @curiousaboutbb Thanks! @Bayareabbcub It will get quite perverted... I hope you enjoy where I take it. 🙂 Sorry about the delay everyone. Was in the hospital last week for a medical scare. Nothing too serious, just a job hazard with my day job and getting sick/exposed to some fun germs. Feeling better now and back to work, and finally feeling up to popping out another chapter. Tried to make this one a little longer since it was delayed. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please feel free to comment and make suggestions. Never know what might make it into a story. 😉 ---------- Lesson 6- Fluid Dynamics: An Introduction Throughout the week, I kept to the schedule. Waking up, waiting for everyone to leave, having a cigar in the backyard or woods along with a wank while smoking. After lunch, having a second cigar, shooting a second load. And at night, after everyone went to bed, walking in the park, looking for action while finishing up my third cigar of the day. Sadly, nothing had happened like that first night, other than one night hiding behind a tree and jerking myself off after catching a random couple blowing each other in the woods. Each day, I would be greeted with texts of encouragement from Mike and Greg, telling me how hot I looked smoking the cigar, telling me to keep inhaling the thick smoke deep, and as the week came closer to an end, and the cigar supply began to dwindle, hints of how I was going to get a good lesson soon, and earn the loads I’d be getting in my guts. I began to find myself looking forward to and enjoying the feeling of lighting up and smoking the thick cigar, enjoying the taste and beginning to play with the smoke. I also found myself getting more and more turned on at watching bareback porn, going out of my way to pay close attention to any videos with guys with biohazard or scorpion tattoos. I imagined myself on the receiving end, getting a large load in my ass, and each time would end up shooting a massive load all over my chest or face. Finally, the final day arrived, and as before I started my day out in the woods smoking the second to last cigar. Almost like clockwork, I got a message from both Mike and Greg, as per usual encouraging my smoking. However, this time Mike sent an additional message. No cumming today, boy, Mike’s message read. Daddy and I have plans and we want you nice and horny tonight, Greg sent immediately after. Nodding to myself, I slowly played with my dick through my gym shorts, edging myself as I slowly sucked down the cigar, and after a while finally smoked the cigar down to a nub. Crushing it under my shoe, I slowly made my way back the house, before walking back in through the back door. I jumped as the doorbell rang out in the quiet house. Postal carrier? Maybe a neighbor? I thought to myself, hoping for the former as thoughts of me having been caught smoking by a neighbor some how made me nervous. “Just a minute!” I yelled out loud, taking a sniff of my shirt before realizing I probably smelled strongly of the cigar smoke. Pulling the shirt off, I ran into the laundry room, thankfully just off of our kitchen, and hurriedly stripped the smokey shirt off and tossed it in the washer before pulling out a shirt in the dryer. The doorbell rang again, and I rushed over, pulling open the door. I was shocked however, as it was neither of my guesses but instead Marcus, Jen’s fiancé, standing at the front door, wearing a neat polo shirt and khaki pants. “Oh…. Um… hi?” I said dumbly, unsure as to why he would be standing here at my parent’s house, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” Letting out an exasperated sigh, Marcus gestured towards the inside of the house. “Mind if I come in? Hot as hell out here already,” Marcus replied. I silently moved back and let him in, following him as he went to the living room, pulling at his shirt in an effort to cool himself down. “So, I just want to start by saying I was totally against forcing this on you, but you know your sister…” he began, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to one of the chairs in the den, “Jen… is freaking out about the wedding again, and she sent me out to… well… force you to go shopping. I’m not allowed to come back home until I literally have the receipts.” I blinked before pinching the bridge of my nose. Part of me felt bad, one for forgetting to get the tux shopping done as I promised, and the other part annoyed at just how overbearing my sister, who before this year barely acted like I barely existed, was becoming. “Look, I know I forgot, but…” I said, groaning. “Hey, look. I’ll take you to lunch. I feel like I know so little about you, and seeing as we’re going to be family, I probably should at least get to know you,” Marcus said, holding his hands up in defense, “I promise the tux won’t take that long. There’s a great place to eat down the street. Lunch is my treat.” Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. I felt bad for him, knowing how my sister would get growing up when she didn’t get her way. The tantrums she would throw were literally epic. She really did have a way of getting things she wanted. “Yeah, fine,” I said, resigned, “Just let me change and shower real quick?” “Sure man,” he said, smiling, “Take all the time you want.” I felt my dick slowly start to grow in my pants. I quickly left the room, before running up stairs and hopping under the cold spray of the shower embarrassed to have gotten a hard on from quite literally my soon to be brother in law. ——— I made quick work of showering, getting dressed, and soon enough, we had left my house and were getting the tux. After a quick round of measurements, we soon leaving the shop and walking down the street, before finally entering a small deli. Grabbing our food, we ate, making small talk, talking about my college degree, his work as a junior lawyer. We even started talking about different hobbies and I was surprised at how we actually liked a few of the same games and shows. The entire thing went by in a near blur. That was, until the drive home. As we got into Marcus’ gleaming black BMW SUV, I felt somewhat antsy with a slight headache. Looking at my watch, I realized it was around the time I would normally smoke my afternoon cigar. Shrugging it off, I settled into the passenger seat as Marcus rolled down the windows. Suddenly, Marcus pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and bringing the box to his lips, pulled one out and deftly lit one up, letting out a long smokey exhale. “Fuck that's better…” Marcus sighed, before putting the car into gear, and starting our trip back to my parent’s house, “Hope you don’t mind. Jen is making me quit, but fuck if the cravings aren’t bitch.” The scene before me left me shell shocked. I’d have never guessed he was a smoker. And if that wasn’t enough, I was suddenly hard as a rock watching as he hungrily hauled down the first cigarette. “Um, no, it’s fine,” I nearly stammered, trying to force myself to look away at the road, willing myself to not pay attention to how horny I was suddenly. I nonchalantly would sneak a glance, watching as Marcus continued to drag hard on the cigarette, focused on the road. Soon enough, we were back at my house. Parking the car, Marcus left the car running as I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. “Thanks for lunch!” I said, somewhat rushed, internally kicking myself for how hurried I sounded, “And tell Jen I’m sorry you had to come get me to get my fitting done.” “No problem man,” Marcus said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before blowing the lungful of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, before holding his fist out, “And I’ll get Jen under control. Just do me a favor and keep me smoking between us?” “Sure, no problem,” I said, awkwardly reaching over and bumping his fist with mine. “See you later then, man,” he said, before opening the glove box and spraying himself with a bottle of cologne, and pulling on a pair of sunglasses. I shut the door and watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove off, lighting up another cigarette as he drove away. Rushing inside, I immediately grabbed the last cigar in the box and rushed into the woods, lighting the cigar quickly and feeling relief as the smoke flooded my lungs. Taking a quick selfie, I sent it to Greg and Mike, before slowly starting to play with my dick. Images of Marcus dragging on the cigarette filled my mind, and I found myself having to stop stroking as I got dangerously close to shooting my load, barely making sure to follow Greg and Mike’s instructions of not cumming. Part of me felt embarrassed, lusting after my soon to be in law, but I still couldn’t help but feel suddenly turned on at this new revelation. Marcus looked hot as a smoker. I let my mind wander, imagining he and I smoking together, making out, and had to stop myself at the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the back of his car, much like one of the videos I had seen earlier in the week. The scene in my head nearly had caused me to shoot my load. Quicker than I wanted, I had smoked the cigar down and annoyed and horny, I put the small amount of remaining cigar out and went back inside and upstairs. As I entered by bedroom, my phone dinged. Pulling it out of my pocket, I looked and saw a message from Mike. “Cum over at 8pm tonight,” was all the message said, and with that, I flopped in the bed. After a few moments, I pulled out my laptop and began to watch porn, slowly edging myself the rest of the afternoon, counting the hours until the real fun would begin. ——— Dinner was a quiet affair, my parents asking about my day, them telling me about something funny at work with this coworker or that, essentially the usual small talk we always had. Quickly enough it was nearly 8pm. Looking at my self in the mirror, I took in my reflection. The jock was definitely starting to get a little yellow, the precum definitely starting to stain it. I found myself enjoying the look, noticing that I had forgotten to shave the last two days and was starting to get a bit scruffy looking. I debated for a moment as to wether to hop in the shower and shave but with a quick bit of mental math, I decided I wouldn’t have time. I made my way down the hall, before going downstairs. My parents were relaxing on the couch, making fun of some cheesy drama on the tv. “Hey, I’m gonna head over to a friend’s house to hang out. I’ll be out pretty late,” I said, peeking my head around the doorsill. “Have fun sweetheart,” my mom said, barely breaking her attention from the tv. My dad gave a slight wave of the hand and with that, I was out the door and walking down the street. Quickly enough, I got to Greg and Mike’s house, and after a short wait ringing the doorbell, was greeted by Greg. “There’s my sexy fuck boy,” Greg said, grinning around the unlit cigar in his mouth, “Been missing that tight neg hole.” Shutting the door, he pulled me close, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and began making out with me, his hand dipping under my shorts and down my asscrack, slowly rubbing his finger and probing my hole. I could only moan into the kiss as I felt his finger slowly work into my ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to get into that hole and destroy those guts,” Greg growled, pulling his finger out and backing away, “Get that ass down stairs. Daddy Mike is down there waiting.” Now knowing the way, I made my way down stairs, and saw Mike in his full glory, wearing nothing but a leather harness, his large cock protruding away from his body, rock hard. In his hand was a leather clad paddle with holes throughout. He took a puff on the large cigar in his mouth and nudged my groin with the paddle. “Entirely too many clothes, pig,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous sounding as he spoke, “I only want to see you in that jock.” I quickly stripped naked, save for the jock, and followed his lead as he walked over to the leather bench. Sitting on the bench was a cigar in an ashtray, a rather expensive looking lighter, and bottle of poppers. “Bend over boy,” he said, grinning wickedly as he pointed at the bench with the paddle, “Got to warm those cheeks up for the fun to come.” I watched as Greg came down the stairs, lighter in hand as he too began to light the cigar in his mouth and strip naked, revealing the leather harness he was wearing underneath. “Show us what you’ve learned, boy,” Greg said, walking up and blowing a massive cloud of smoke in my face, gesturing his hand over the poppers and cigar. I quickly grabbed the cigar and got it going nicely, inhaling deeply as I rotated it. Pulling it out of my mouth, I looked at the end and after making sure it had a nice cherry at the end, took another couple deep hauls on it, before setting it in the ashtray and opening the bottle of poppers, taking several deep sniffs. Feeling the high of the poppers kick in, my face feeling flush and heart pounding, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and bent over. “Fucking good boy,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, giving his cock a few tugs. “Well, they do say pigs are quite smart for a pet,” Mike chuckled, before suddenly smacking my ass hard. I nearly dropped the cigar in my mouth before quickly bracing myself and holding the cigar steady with my hand, putting most of my body weight on my other free hand. “Don’t drop that cigar boy,” Mike warned darkly, before smacking my ass hard again. I stood still as Mike began to repeatedly smack my ass hard, making my backside sting and burn, eventually making me go soft. I found myself enjoying it somewhat, but was disappointed at going soft so quickly. While this was happening, I watched as Greg walked over to the toolbox and grabbed two bottles of beer, bringing them over and handing one to Mike. Both of them drank and smoked as my ass continued to get spanked. After about 10 minutes, both seemed satisfied. Greg came over with a metal contraption and gestured for me to lay on my back on the bench. I nodded, my mind numb from the pain in my ass and copious amounts of poppers I inhaled during the onslaught. I watched as Greg quickly fitting the metal cage over my dick, suddenly realizing it was a chastity device, with a lock. “This cock is ours now. We will decide when you get use it tonight.” Greg explained as I watched Mike finish the bottle of beer before opening a set of double doors, “Understood?” “Yes sir,” I nodded, curious as to what was going to happen next. Satisfied my dick was locked up, Greg then put a collar with a leash around my neck and with a gentle tug, began to pull me to the double doors. In the smaller room, there was a urinal, shower, and drain in the floor. “Tonight, you’re going to have to earn our superior poz cum,” Mike began to explain, pushing me to the ground in the shower stall, “And to do that, you’re going to learn to be our piss pig.” I nodded, vaguely remembering a few watersports videos I had seen on the web. “We believe in recycling in this house, boy,” Greg said, as Mike began to gently give his dick a few tugs, “You are gonna drink every last drop down of my superior man piss. Waste a single drip and you won’t get any of our toxic load up that pig hole.” “Thank you sir,” I groaned, feeling as my cock tried to get hard as Mike began to move his foot under the cock cage. “Open up pig,” Mike growled before bringing his cock up to my lips, “I want to see my smoker piss fill that mouth before you start gulping it down.” I opened my mouth wide and waited. At first there was nothing and then, I began to feel a stream of piss begin to fill my mouth. A salty, warm and slightly bitter that flooded my tastebuds, I wrapped my mouth around Mike’s cock as the piss filled my mouth, gulping down as fast as I could, eager to please. “Yeah, thats a good urinal, fucking take it all,” Mike groaned, slowly running his hands through my hair as he puffed contentedly on the cigar. “Boy is a natural born piss toilet, babe,” Greg chuckled, puffing on his cigar as well, while slowly stroking his cock. “Yeah, you love drinking down daddy’s piss, don’t you,” Mike said softly, running his fingers through my hair as he continued, to piss down my throat, “You’re hungry for that poz piss, aren’t you?” I nodded, eagerly gulping down the now slowing stream of piss. “Daddy is almost empty,” Mike continued, slightly strained as his began to work his bladder muscles, the piss occasionally spraying harder in my mouth, “You’ve done a good job boy. Definitely earning a nice thick dirty load,” Finally, I felt the stream stop and took a few deep breaths as Mike removed his now hardening cock out of my mouth. Finally catching my breath, I turned to Greg, expecting him to do the same as Mike. “No boy, this bladder is going up your hole,” Greg said, grinning around the cigar, “Bend over and daddy will use his poz piss to get that pig hole nice and clean for our bugs.” Standing up, I felt as Mike’s piss began to slosh around in my stomach, slowly, I bent over and pulled both cheeks apart. Greg stepped up to my hole and after a second, let out a long line of cigar spit drool out and pool on top of his cock, now firmly pressed against my hole. Slowly, I felt as Greg began to press his mostly hard dick into my bare hole. Finally, it was fully seated and after a minute I began to feel as a warm liquid filled my guts. “Fuck yeah, slut,” Greg moaned, gripping my ass hard as more and more urine flooded my guts deep inside, “Feel that poz piss flood those guts and get them nice and clean. Gonna get your insides ready to take all my poz swimmers.” I let out an involuntary groan as I felt my intestines quickly fill with Greg’s hot piss, stretching my colon as his bladder emptied out inside me. Finally, I felt as Greg’s piss stream stopped. “Go ahead and clench down your hole pig,” Greg instructed, puffing hard on the cigar in his mouth, “When I pull out, I want you to keep that piss in there before sitting down and letting it out in the toilet.” I nodded and began to clench as he pulled out his hard cock, before finally standing up. I groaned again, this time in slight discomfort as I felt keenly like an overfilled water balloon. I slowly shuffled over to the toilet and sat down before relieving myself, feeling as the piss drained quickly out of my ass. Looking down slightly, I was extremely glad to see it was pretty much clean. From what I had read online, it was a pain to get cleaned out sometimes. “Fuck that was hot,” Greg said, laughing, “You definitely seem to be wanting some fresh bug loads up that boy pussy.” I nodded, unable to make words for a few moments as my intestines slowly stopped cramping. Mike walked over and held my partially smoked cigar up to my lips, which I gratefully let him stick in my mouth, taking a deep inhale on the cigar before nose jetting the smoke out. “Fuck yeah, haul that cigar smoke down,” Mike said, grinning, “Becoming a real smoker now, boy.” I smiled, inwardly loving the encouragement and praise. “Let’s get that hole in the sling and see about flooding you with our poz smoker cum now,” Mike said, winking as he ran his fingers through my hair. Slowly I made my way to the sling, thankful as Greg and Mike helped me get in. Satisfied I was properly strung up, Mike tossed the now spent cigar in his mouth and went over to the humidor, pulling out a large pipe. “So pig, Daddy and I heard an interesting little rumor,” Mike said angrily, his mood dark as he lit his pipe, “A friend of ours said some whore was walking around and smoking a cigar the other night at the park. Giving out blowjobs and letting anyone wrap their mouth on his boy cock. Don't remember that being part of the deal.” Shit, I thought to myself, suddenly worried that I had broken some unknown rule. I had thought about asking, but with it being a one time thing, I didn’t even really think much of it. I fucked up. And now, they were pissed. “I’m sorry, sir…” I said quietly, feeling small and suddenly feeling guilty about the encounter. “So, you admit you were a cheap, dirty little slut then?” Greg said, his expression serious when suddenly he let out a quick wink at me. Suddenly, I felt relieved, realizing that apparently this was ok. The tightness in my gut from my guilt relaxed. “I’m…. I’m sorry Daddy. I was just really horny and I didn’t want to wake you or Daddy Greg,” I said, my voice surprisingly still sounding small. “Hmmm… I think we might have forgotten to tell the boy about the rules on that, dear,” Greg said, with an exaggerated sigh, emulating that of some 50s house wife from a sitcom. “Damn it… It’s fun to make him sweat a little…” Mike laughed, his act breaking quickly, “Quit spoiling him.” “I really am sorry though, I should have said something,” I said, not sure what to add. Mike pensively took a few puff on the pipe as he began to collect the copious amount of precum leaking from my trapped cock. I was amazed at how much was slowly leaking out of my dick, inwardly wishing it was free from the confines. I let out a small groan as he began to work it into my hole. “We’ll go over the ground rules later on that… but I think as your punishment,” Mike said, suddenly sinking balls deep into my ass, causing me to gasp and groan in pain, “You’re gonna have to wear this cage all week. Teach you to not waste all that lube for your hole leaking out of that cock. Only thing that neg load is good for. Make you nice and desperate for loads.” The pain in my ass was immense, as my hole struggled to take Mike’s large cock and as the piercings dug into the walls of my guts. Pulling back slightly, Mike smirked before slowly starting to work his cock in my ass. “Roughed you up good there, boy,” Mike said, puffing away on the pipe as I slowly got accustomed to the large slab of meat in my ass, “Maybe this one will be the one to knock your ass up.” I winced and smiled as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mike slowly took his time fucking my ass, slowly puffing and inhaling the cigar smoke. Suddenly the bottle of poppers was under my nose, and I took several deep sniffs, grateful for the sudden wave of pleasure and relief as they kicked in. “Please knock me up,” I groaned, letting the poppers and horniness take control of my brain, “I want you to give me your gift and change me.” “Fuck, this is one hungry hole,” Mike laughed and groaned, “Not gonna last long in here. Ready for this dirty load, slut?” “Cum inside me,” I groaned, smoking hard on the cigar, “Please infect my neg hole..” “Here it comes, slut,” Mike groaned suddenly, his strokes in my ass stuttering suddenly, “Take this dirty fucking load, pig. Ugh….” Suddenly, I felt as Mike’s like flooded my hole, grateful for the sudden slickness in my ass, but part of me sad to have him shoot so quickly inside me. Finally, Mike pulled out of my ass, letting out a slight hiss. “Don’t worry pig, that’s just the first load of the night,” Mike said, before running his hand through my hair and pulling my head towards his cock, “Clean me up with that hot mouth while Daddy Greg pumps a nice dirty load in there too.” I looked down and noticed a few bloody streaks on his cock, knowing instantly that he’d really roughed up my ass. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I slowly began to kiss and lick his cock. “Loaded the pig up good,” Greg said appreciatively, running a finger up my crack and along the tip of my cock cage, collecting even more precum now leaking steadily out of my dick, “Think we’re going to need you to stay the night to properly flood this ass though.” I nodded, knowing it would only take a quick text home. I groaned as Greg then slid into my ass, going balls deep in one go. Greg quickly began to fuck my ass in a steady motion, each stroke slamming against my prostate, making my dick leak even more. Suddenly, I felt Mike push the tip of his pipe in my mouth as he took my cigar and started smoking it. I took a deep draw on the pipe, amazed at the ease and amount of smoke flooding my lungs. The smoke was definitely different, but in a good way. I exhaled the smoke in a nose jet as I kept the pipe bit firmly in my mouth. “Fuck you look hot smoking a pipe, pig,” Greg said, his pace picking up, “Fucking destroying those lungs while we destroy your ass. You like becoming a smoker?” I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts. I had to admit, I loved smoking. The dirtiness of it, the rush of lighting up and feeling the smoke flood my lungs, how other guys looked smoking. “I love smoking, Daddy,” I groaned, letting the smoke drift out as I spoke, “Thank you for making me a smoker. I love feeling myself smoking and becoming a proper pig.” “That makes Daddy and I so fucking proud boy… Fuck, babe, you weren’t joking about this hole tonight,” Greg groaned, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose as he smoked the cigar harder, “Gonna flood it too soon.” “Please give my your load,” I groaned, puffing on the pipe in time with Greg’s cigar, “I want your toxic smoker loads in me. Make me pregnant with your bugs.” Suddenly, Greg gasped and jerked, slamming hard into my hole deep. “Fuuuuck, ugh….” Greg moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he puffed hard on the cigar. Greg stayed slumped over me for a minute or two before finally taking one last long, deep draw on the cigar, locking eyes with me and giving me a nod. I did the same and in unison, we removed them and locked lips, swapping smoke as we made out. Finally we broke the kiss, blowing out the smoke. “Let’s head up stairs and sleep a bit,” Mike said, as Greg pulled out of my ass and brought his dick to my lips. I immediately went to work sucking it clean. Satisfied it was clean, Greg pulled his dick back out of my mouth and they both helped me out of the sling. “Hold those loads in and let’s go up,” Mike said before leaning over and kissing me deeply, pushing his thumb deep in my ass, causing me to groan. Slowly, I got my bearings and began to follow the two men upstairs.

Chapter 2: He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust. The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces. Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones. The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force. The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force. The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want." The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded. When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy. And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

Part Six Josh was way into his game when Sammy moved between him and the TV. “Hey move,” he said, looking around Sammy. “Turn off the game,” Sammy said. “Come on man, move...” Josh looked up at looked at Sammy... And was lost completely. Sammy was standing there, khaki shorts on, rubbing himself through the material. You could see the bugle of his cock bend downwards, making it look like he had a fucking python stuffed in there. Which, in a way, he did. The effect on Josh was laughable. He licked his lips automatically, I'm sure he didn't even notice. His mouth hung open as Sammy just stood there, rubbing himself to full hardness. “Get off the game,” Sammy ordered again. Josh dropped the controller to the floor, eyes still locked to that huge bulge. Sammy dropped his hand, “Get to it.” Now let me set the scene for you. Josh was 20 years old, 6'2”, 3 percent body fat, on a full ride because of his athletic ability. He had 60 pounds of muscle and a couple of inches of height on Sammy. Sammy was barely 18, fresh face, kicking body but that of a high school jock, not a college athlete. The difference between the two was a joke, so it was incredible to watch Josh slowly slide out of the chair and get to his knees as he began to unbutton Sammy's shorts. It was hot as fuck watching Josh lowering Sammy's fly, letting them slip to the floor. Sammy had a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs on and the front tented out obscenely, his bull cock barely contained by the thin cloth. I walked up behind Sammy, whispering in his ear, “Ok, so you see what he wants?” Sammy nodded. “But you need to make him work for it, worship it. You can't just let him suck your dick, make him earn it.” Sammy grabbed Josh's head and pushed it into his bulge. Josh went nuts, his mouth cupping the cock through the cloth, a sultry moan escaping his lips. “Now,” I whispered, “You have to put him in his place, make him prove how bad he wants it.” “You like that cock?” Sammy asked with a sneer that was turning me the fuck on. Josh nodded as he continued to lick around Sammy's bulge. “How bad you want it?” “So bad...” Josh exclaimed breathlessly. “That was weak,” I said. Sammy pulled Josh's face up to make him look at him. “I said how bad you want that fucking cock?” Josh was literally drooling, “Bad...” “Then you're going to do whatever I say right?” Josh nods were a blur. Sammy waited a second, “Then suck my cock.” Josh tugged Sammy's shorts off, the giant cock slapping up against the baseball stud's flat abs with a sound that filled the living room. Josh reached up and grabbed the base of Sammy's cock with a reverence I'd seen used on antiques and works of art. His tongue inched out and licked the bead of precum off the massive head and Sammy groaned in response. “Steady,” I said bracing him from behind, “This is more than just pleasure, you're trying to shape him, mold him. If you just sit there and take it then he's in control, you have to control everything.” I took Sammy's hands and placed them on either side of Josh's head and then moved it Josh's mouth down Sammy's cock. At once he started pushing Josh's mouth down his shaft, causing him to choke almost instantly. I took control back at once, “No...it's not about cruelty,” I said letting Josh up, he pulled back, choking and trying to get his breath back,. “We aren't here to hurt, we're here to control.” Sammy looked back at me confused, “How?” I looked back and Josh was sitting there, waiting to be fed again. “Grab his head.” Sammy took Josh's head. “And show him where you want him.” Sammy lowered Josh's head down on his cock and Josh took it happily. “Now you want to guide him,” I kept my hands over Sammy's and slowly pushed Josh down on the mighty cock. Josh gagged a bit and I held Sammy's hands steady, “Don't force, but be insistent.” Josh slowly began to deep throat Sammy's monster, and I heard Sammy groan in response. “Yeah see,” I whispered, “No chick ever did that did they? Look down.” Sammy opened his eyes and looked down at Josh, “You got a college guy choking on your cock. How many chicks have thrown themselves at this guy and he's on his knees serving a high school kid. You feel that? You feel that power?” Sammy nodded. “That's what this is about.” “Oh fuck...” Sammy exclaimed, “Enough...ok...” He pushed Josh's head off his dick and Josh came up gasping for breath, red face from exertion, eyes locked on that cock. “Don't wanna come yet,” Sammy said, seeing the needy look on Josh's face. “I still have to fuck you.” I could see Josh try to hide his excitement as he just nodded, “Sure.” “Disrespectful,” I whispered to Sammy. Sammy grabbed Josh's chin with his hand and held it there, “You want to get fucked?” “Yeah,” Josh answered. “Yeah what?” Sammy asked. Josh paused and then he looked down in shame, “Yes sir.” “Ask me,” Sammy demanded. “Fuck me sir.” “What?” Sammy asked. “Please fuck me sir!” Josh said with a shout. “Tell him to go upstairs and ready himself.” Sammy looked st Josh, “Go upstairs, wait for me.” Josh sprinted up the stairs, looking like a kid who was about to get presents on Christmas. “Ok,” I said turning Sammy to me, “Deep breath, calm down. You can't just go up there and fuck him. If you shoot too soon then the whole thing is a wash. So relax, get your control back. Ok?” Sammy nodded, though his cock was still sticking up like a yardstick. “This is about breaking him,” I explained “You need him not to just like it, you need him to surrender to it. That means pushing him hard, setting the pace and wearing him out. He can't be a partner to this, he has to be the receptacle. You guys aren't fucking, you are breeding him. Got it?” Sammy nodded. “You're gonna wanna get caught up in the sex. Resist that urge, hold off on cumming as long as you can. You really need him to just beg for it at the end. Literally beg you to get him off.” “I can do that, he said, his cock twitching at the thought. “Ok, I'm gonna be watching, so make it good.” Sammy smiled and we headed upstairs, to destroy Josh's little jock ass.

Part Five I put Sammy in my bed and went back downstairs to finish my breakfast. Josh was chillin, loading up a game of COD on the TV. “Told you he was hot,” I said sitting down. “Fuck yeah, can you believe the cock on that kid?” he let out an appreciative sigh and started his game. After about an hour I saw Sammy come downstairs, dressed with his sneakers in his hand, making a beeline for the front door. “Whoa there, where you going?” “Gotta go!” he said starting to run. “Sure thing, let me know how your brothers like the video.” He froze. I played the video Josh took of him riding my cock and his head fell. “Come over and sit down.” He dropped his shoes and sat down on the other couch. I played the video again, “So you understand the situation right?” “I just wanna go home,” he pleaded. “Come over here,” I said patting the seat next to me. He sighed and plopped down. “I don't want to send this,” I told him, “This is for you to sit here and listen. When I'm done, I'll delete it and you can go.” “You're lying.” I held up two fingers, “Scout's honor.” He relaxed a little, “So talk.” I put the phone down, “Ok look, you're freaked out about all this, I get that.” “I'm not gay,” he said quickly. I laughed, “Dude this isn't about gay or straight, no one said it was.” He made a face, “Then what is it about?” I put my arm around him, “It's about power.” He was listening. “It's about power and control. Some people want it, some people like to give it. I took control of you, and you liked it. That doesn't make you gay, it makes you...” I leaned in to kiss him, “It makes you mine.” Our lips touched and I could feel him respond. “Look, I like you kid, that's the truth. I would love nothing more than to just use you until you cry, and I will, but I saw you earlier, and I'm thinking there is more to you.” “More what?” he asked. “More,” I said nuzzling his neck. He sighed and let me and I almost started to go at this kid again, but I was making a point. “Look, let's set out the ground rules. You're mine, period. That isn't in question, got it?” He nodded, looking nervous as he was eager. “So just because you're under me, doesn't mean you're under everyone,” I nibbled on his ear lobe, “You just need to find your place.” He let a small moan out, “What place?” “Look, you're the youngest, no one listens to you, you're always last to matter right?” He nodded. “Your brothers pay you no mind and you just have to go along with whatever right?” Another nod. “Don't you want to change that?” “Sure, but how?” I smiled, “Power and control.” He gave me a small smile. “Look, you have the cock of a god, a perfect body, you have all the marking of an alpha, you just need to learn how to be one.” “How do I do that?” he asked, a little hunger in his voice. “Learn to control people.” “Like my brothers?” “Not yet, that's gonna be a larger job, but I told you. Some people like to be in control...” I looked over at Josh, “Some people like to give it.” “Him?” he asked. So far we had been talking to low for Josh to hear and he was so caught up in his game he didn't care. “He wants your cock bad, like super bad. Walk over there, make him suck it and then fuck the shit out of him.” “Now?” Sammy asked, fear creeping into his voice. “I'll be here guiding you, this is your first step into becoming something more. Take it.” He watched Josh play for a while, who knows what going through that pretty head of his. “So I just walk over and tell him to suck me off?” I chuckled, “First thing you need to do is walk over and assert dominance.” “How?” I grabbed his crotch, “This, this is going to be all the dominance you need until you learn how to do it yourself. Trust me, most guys will buckle just seeing this monster.” “All the girls that have seen it say it's too big.” “There's no such thing as too big for guys. We just see it as a challenge, and most guys see a bigger dick as a sign of hierarchy. Bigger the cock, bigger the status.” You could see from his face he was getting into this. “Walk over there, tell him what you want and show him why he needs to listen to your commands.” He nodded, “And you'll be here the whole time?” I nodded, “I wanna see my puppy feed his bitch a bone.” He took a deep breath and then got up, walking over towards Josh. Here we go!

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Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Cunt / Slut Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 07507017807 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): London UK, NW6 7BA Times you're generally not available: 00:00-06:00 Mon- Fri Age: 36 Height: 6" 0ft Weight: 191lbs Ethnicity: Caucasian It would help a lot if you attach a picture, but that's optional.

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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!

Glad you all seem to be enjoying, thanks for the kind words- part 4 caught up to where the story began so now we'll have to see where it goes from here. Though I have a feeling Tag is in for a night of wild, piggy, poined fun!

I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1

There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

Chapter 3: The message was clear: "Ready for round two, slut?" His fingers danced over the screen, typing out a swift response. "Always," he replied, a smug grin tugging at his lips. The memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind, a thrill shot through him at the thought of pushing even further. The weeks of anticipation had only stoked the flames of his desire. Every time he saw a public restroom, every time he felt his asshole clench involuntarily at the thought of being filled and used, he knew he had to have more. The Snapchats had been a tease, a series of fleeting images that only served to fuel his craving for the painful pleasure that awaited him. He knew that this time would be different, that the anonymity of the public bathroom was a mere precursor to the depravity that awaited him in the privacy of his home. A week off work, the house to himself and fiancé working in the office. The day arrived with a sense of urgency, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness as he counted down to their rendezvous. His stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as aussieanon pulled into the driveway, parking up. —— I opened the door revealing an apartment filled of photos of the fucktoy’s fiancé with their family. Inside, my new found fuck toy was waiting; blindfolded… took him long enough to get this place free. Blindfolded, like I asked him. Perfect. I announced by present through the door, “you ready”. I could smell the leather and musk the stupid slut had been sniffing beforehand. I walked in, he was taking a hit hit that filled fucktoy’s nostrils as I pushed him onto the bed, I pulled out my phone; the sound of a camera shutter clicking in the background. He didn’t know what was coming next, the sharp slap of my hand across his face without ceremony, the promise of his limits being stretched to their breaking point. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a symphony of lust and fear playing out in his mind. The bed dipped as Aussieanon's straddled fucktoy’s waist, the heat from his body a perfect balance with the head rush from the poppers. He felt the man's coarse fingers prodding at his slicked-up asshole, testing his readiness. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, slut?" the top growled, his voice thick with desire. Fucktoy nodded, his throat dry, unable to form words. The jock was removed with a pop, as he braced himself for the inevitable. The thought of the man's cock pushing inside was overwhelming, the pain quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure that made his toes curl. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Aussieanon flipped him round, lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, I’m going to use your throat and get you open. His cock slapped out, fucktoy couldn’t see a thing other than the shadow and cock suddenly slapped across his face. “Open”.

Part Seven When we walked into Josh's room he was naked on his bed, legs spread. He was stroking his cock with some lube and the look of hunger on his face was palpable. Sammy wasted no time and walked over to the bed. He climbed up and straddled Josh's chest, his cock right in lacrosse stud's face. “Get me ready,” Sammy demanded. I was so turned on. Josh opened his mouth and Sammy pushed his cock into willing mouth. I watched Sammy's smooth as clench as he fed the old boy his enormous cock. Josh's hand gripped the two, hard mounds of muscle and forced as much of the swollen member into him as he could. I was about to say something when Sammy grabbed Josh's hair and ordered, “Use more tongue.” Josh actually moaned around the cock as he complied to the younger boys wishes. I wasn't sure who was getting off on this more, Josh for finding a younger, horse cock jock to fuck him or Sammy, having a fucking lacrosse jock worshiping him. Or me knowing I owned them both. I saw Sammy lean in and heard Josh start to gag as I watched my blond little baseball boy face fuck my best fiend. I stared to strip, knowing there was no way I could just watch this. Sammy pulled his cock out of Josh's mouth and barked, “Lick my balls, get on em!” Josh lapped at Sammy's smooth balls like a dog to peanut butter. I remember sucking on them myself and knew Josh was in for a good time. I sat down on the chair and started stroking myself watching Sammy go at it. “Lower,” he ordered Josh, moving up, making Josh go under his balls. Josh moved under Sammy and started shoving his tongue up Sammy's tight little hole. Sammy groaned as he relished the feeling of a guy four years older than him debasing himself by licking a high school jock's hole. He was in heaven. “Stop,” Sammy gasped, moving back, “Stop!” he snapped, pushing Josh back down. He sat there, breathing heavy on the bed as his cock dripped. “Lay down,” Sammy said with a deep voice, full of lust. Josh laid back and Sammy grabbed Josh's muscular legs and moved between them. “I have lube...” Josh said quickly. Sammy looked at him with a grin that came straight from hell, “You should have used more spit.” And shoved his cock into him. Josh let out a wail as Sammy sank nine inches of Texas made beef into his lacrosse ass. Josh held on for dear life as Sammy slammed his cock into him in one shot. Josh's head fell back as the air was knocked out of him. I fully expected Sammy to just start piledriving him but instead he just stood still, letting Josh adjust. It was an impressive move considering when I was his age I would have just humped as hard as I could. But he was learning, this wasn't just about sex. It was about power. “You feel that?” Sammy asked him and Josh nodded, trying to focus past the pain, “That's a real cock, not these little twigs everyone else has, that is a Parker cock.” To make his point he pulled back and inch and slammed his hips forward. Josh cried out in pain and in pleasure. “Tell me to fuck you.” Josh had a hand up against Sammy's hard abs, trying to gain a few seconds, “I want it sir....please...please go slow.” The smile on Sammy's face when he called him sir was priceless. Sammy slowly gyrated into Josh, making the older jock moan under him like a cat in heat. “You like the cock?” “Yes sir...oh god....yes....” I had to admit, Josh never begged me like that. But then again I didn't have Sammy's cock. Josh's cries became louder and louder as Sammy picked up speed and really started to fuck him. I marveled the way to the boy manhandled Josh, bringing Josh's legs to his shoulders and leaning down, fucking him hard. I almost came when Josh tried to jerk himself off and Sammy slapped his hand away. “You cum when I tell you too!” My boy had become a man. There was a wet squelch as Sammy pulled out, “Get on all fours.” Josh scrambled over, his eager ass pointed skyward in seconds. Sammy placed his cockhead to Josh's hole and sneered, “Fuck yourself.” I hadn't taught him that one! Josh whimpered as he pushed back onto Sammy's huge cock, the teen standing completely still, making the older boy do all the work. Once bottomed out Josh stayed still, allowing his ass to adjust to the monster and then slowly started to pump back and forth, fucking himself as Sammy had ordered. “Faster,” Sammy cried out and Josh complied instantly. I couldn't just watch any more. I got out of the chair and came behind Sammy, prying his cheeks apart to find his little rosebud. “Hey, what are you...ugghhhh.” Sammy said as I speared my tongue into his asshole. I savagely tongue fucked the kid as Josh kept slamming himself onto his cock. Once I was sure his was prepped I came behind Sammy and pushed him forward, which caused Josh to lean forward. “Stop moving,” I ordered Josh, who froze, unsure what was going on. Now it was turn to push into Sammy in one go. His head flew back as I entered him, his tight little ass struggling to accept me. Once my pubes hit that perfect ass I grabbed Josh's hips and readied myself. I pulled back and began to fuck Sammy, which then caused him to fuck Josh, and before too long both of them were groaning and begging for more. “You feel that?” I said as Sammy took my cock, “I'm fucking both of you, you're both my bitches....right?” “Oh god...” Sammy exhaled as Josh just groaned, completely flat on the bed, unable to resist the fucking anymore. Sammy fell down to his knees as I pushed harder and harder. I'd fucked him before but this was different. This wasn't about bending him or getting him to admit something. This was me breaking him, getting him to understand no matter how big he thought he was, I was still on top. “Oh...oh....” was all Sammy could say as I fucked him fast, making him plow into Josh with the same ferocity. “Mine, got it...you're both mine...” “I'm yours!!” Sammy cried as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, “I'm all yours...” “Fuck yeah you are.” “I...I'm close...” Josh said on the bottom. “So am I,” Sammy admitted. “Both my bitches want to cum?” “Please sir...” Josh whined followed by Sammy...”Please make me cum...” I pulled out to my head and then just full length fucked his kid as hard as I could. He squealed as he felt what an actual savage fuck felt like. Josh;s cries grew louder and louder until he began to shudder under us. “His ass....gripping my cock....” Sammy cried out as his own ass clenched my cock and he began to cum. “Fill that cunt up with your babies,” I said in Sam's ear as he shot load after load up Josh's jock ass. Sam was shaking as I felt my own cock respond to his orgasm and began to pulse. “Breeding your ass...” I said through clenched teeth and unloaded into him. The three of us just moaned as we all came again and again...finally collapsing into a pile of sweaty jocks, all spent from sex. Josh rolled out from under Sammy as Sammy turned to face me, his face dripping in perspiration. He leaned in to kiss me and I responded, normally I wasn't this expressive with guys but something about this kid made me fucking melt. “So....you like that?” I asked him. He nodded with a huge smile, “Fuck yeah...” “So, you think you wanna dominate some more?” “Hell yeah!” he said eagerly. “You wanna dominate your brothers?” His eyes flashed and I could see the hunger in his face, “Yes.” “Ok then....tell me about Eli.” “What do you want to know?” I gave him an evil grin, “Everything.”

Part Two We were a few minutes into Fortnite and I could see him start to relax. “So baseball huh?” He nodded as he fired, “Shortstop.” “Nice, that's a tough position to play.” He shrugged as he killed a player, “I'm not bad.” “So you have to be super popular right?” He shrugged again, “I gotta a lot of friends.” “Girlfriends?” He looked over and smiled at me, “A few.” I wasn't surprised but I made a big deal about it, “Dude, you a player?” “I like keeping my options open,” he said taking another hit, “How much pussy you get?” I lifted my shirt to show my abs and grinned, “Dude I'm starting attacker, I'm beating them off with a stick.” He gazed at my torso and then looked away, “Nice abs.” “Lemme see yours.” He looked at me with a loopy smile and pulled his shirt off. God damn I was right, this kid was perfect. He had nice pecs and a fucking eight pack with deep, defined cuts. His nipples were dark, quarter sized and begging to be bitten. “Jesus dude,” I exclaimed truthfully, “Can I touch?” He nodded and I ran my fingers up his abs and then to his pecs. He closed his eyes for a moment and I knew the joint was kicking in. I tweaked his nipple and his eyes flew open as he gasped. “Don't man! They're super fucking sensitive.” “Oh really?” I said with an evil smile. He nodded and I could see the unfocused gaze in his eyes, “Yeah....my girl knows I'll do anything once they start getting tweaked.” He was feeling no pain. “Anything?” I said reaching out and giving them a twist. He let out a moan and tried to swat my hands away, “Come on man...” His eyes were barely open and his hand just fell to his side. “You said anything...” I said pinching them again. He whimpered and I saw him stick his chest out, just begging for more. “Come on man...” he whined. I leaned in and licked one and he gasped, “What the...” I nibbled on it and he moaned and his protests fell flat. I moved over to the other nipple and he just kept making noises that might have been words but I wasn't sure. I went back to tweaking them with my hands as I moved up and nibbled on his neck. He threw his head back and stopped fighting it. I moved up to his ear and he squealed a little. “What are you...” he slurred as pressed my mouth to his. At first nothing, he just laid there but as I moved a hand over his crotch he responded with a moan, which allowed me slip my tongue in. His cock started to harden in his shorts and as it did he began to kiss back. I don't even think he knew what was going on any more, he was just enjoying it. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, his cock got bigger and bigger under my touch until it seemed massive. I broke the kiss and opened his shorts, he was just lying there, drool at the corner of his mouth. “Lift your hips up Sammy,” I said pulling them down. Like a good little boy he raised his ass as I slipped his shorts and boxer briefs down. A fucking man's cock slipped free and slapped his abs with a solid thud. I looked on with amazement, this high school kid had a cock bigger than mine! It was easily nine inches and too thick to wrap my hand around, I know because it was the first thing I did. “Ohhh....” he moaned, eyes still closed, as I stroked the length of him. Jesus Christ he was hot. His pubes were trimmed neat and I could see his balls were smooth as a baby's bottom. He had a deep tan line that told me he had spent most of the summer in nothing but swimming shorts. “Jesus you're fucking huge,” I said out loud. He smiled and nodded, “It's a family thing...” he muttered. “Your brothers are hung too?” With slurred speech he said “Parker family tradition...” and then trailed off. I leaned down and licked the huge purple head and he groaned and thrust into my mouth. “Yeah....suck my cock...” He had no idea who he was talking to...he just wanted to feel good. I could make him feel good. His cock filled my mouth as I tried to go down as far as possible. His hands weakly gripped the sides of my head as he tried to face fuck me. He was a leaker, a steady flow of precum filled my mouth as I worshiped this kid's horse cock. He got into it, bucking his hips like a bronco as my tongue tried to swirl around his shaft. I let it slip out of my mouth and the wet slap of his cock against his shredded abs was as erotic as fuck. I licked the underside for a while and then moved down to his balls. They were bigger than fucking eggs so I took one in my mouth and swirled it around. He moaned ever louder as I relished the smooth skin. I moved to the other and he was just crying out in pleasure and I slathered him with my spit. He was in heaven and didn't give a fuck who I was. Grabbing the sides of his muscular thighs I pulled them apart and leaned him back some, exposing that perfect baseball ass. I don't know if you've ever fucked a baseball player but let me inform you, they have the best asses. Hard, tight melons of pure muscle with just enough meat to jiggle. I loved baseball players and knew I was going to take my time with this ass. I licked under his balls and his moans stopped. As I moved down and assaulted his perineum he let out a low growl that told me I was the first one to do this to him. He tried to grab my head but I was leaning him back farther and farther in the bean bag, exposing his ass to the air. Spreading his cheeks I could see hit tight little pink hole looking back at me, dying to be broken. As I started licking around the outside he let out a lustful, “What are you doooooing to me?” As I got closer to his hole I could see his pucker tighten up, a reflex that most straight men had. I pushed my tongue into the center and felt the resistance stop me. “No...no don't...” he panted, his words slurring badly. Reaching up I tweaked his nipples and he let out an excited chirp and his hole opened in reflex. And my tongue dove in. There was aborted squeak from him as I pushed my way into his virgin ass. His hole was fighting the feelings he was experiencing, it would clench shut and then open fully, allowing me deeper entrance, which caused him to resist again. We fought like this for about a minute before he let out a sigh and his hole relaxed completely. My whole tongue violated his ass and he let out a moan of complete pleasure. He wasn't the first start jock I had tongue fucked, now that he stopped fighting me I need him to want it, crave it. I don't want to brag but I had a pretty talented tongue. The girls and guys I had eaten out had complimented my on the length and strength of my tongue and from the sounds little Sammy was making he was enjoying it too. He had moved from fighting to allowing to actually pushing back into the invader as I pushed his legs apart wider to get just a quarter inch more access. He was babbling mess, this fucking pretty straight jock was begging me to tongue fuck him blindly and we had just started. I stopped and lowered his legs and he gave me a panicked look for a moment until he felt my finger push into him. His mouth opened in shock and I leaned in and kissed him hard. Again I don't think he even knew what was happening, that I was a guy or anything. All he knew was pleasure so he went with it. The walls of his ass fluttered around my finger as he kissed me back. I could hear the sloshing from my spit and slid a second finger into him. He moaned into my mouth as I pushed deeper into him, looking for the key to our next adventure. My fingertip moved over his prostate and his ass clenched as his tongue went nuts in my mouth. I stopped kissing him as I started to just pound his joy button with my hands. “W-what....no....ohmygod...what are you....oh harder...” I smiled as he went from concerned to shocked to rapture in a moment of seconds. I slid my fingers out and said, “Push out...” I shoved three into him and he stopped breathing as his ass tried to cope with the girth. He looked like he was going to complain when I rubbed two fingers over his spot and he just relaxed and practically purred. “Yeah...oh....yeah there....” he panted as I drilled him hard. His huge cock was spitting precum all over his abs as it twitched every time I hit him. He was too out of it to stroke himself off, he was just delirious with all the new sensation he was feeling. Once I felt no resistance at all from three fingers I knew it was time. I slipped my shorts off with one hand as I kept finger fucking him. My cock was bobbing in front of me, begging for some fun. I slowly removed my fingers and he hissed and then let out a plaintive moan. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed some lotion and slathered up my cock. “You like that?” I asked, moving over him. He gave me a stupid smile and he nodded. I raised his ass again and pressed my cock to his hole. “This is going to feel even better,” I said as I lowered his ass. He slowly pressed down onto my cock, the head cresting at his tight, little opening. “Wait...wait...” he said panicked. His eyes were wide open and he was clawing at my chest, “Wait...no....what are you...” I gripped his cock and started to stroke him which caused him to moan and lose concentration for a moment. The head of my cock popped into him and he gasped as I just stayed still. “No...no...you're....don't...you're in me...” he whined. I kept stroking him as I tweaked his left nipple. His eyes closed and he just groaned as he slid another inch down my cock. “Uhhh....” he whimpered as he kept sliding further down on my cock. I felt his ass cheeks hit my pubes and I knew I was balls deep in this kid. “W-wait...” he pleaded as I pulled slowly back. Instead of answering I just trust forward. He grunted and then let out a sultry moan as his cock twitched. I pulled back again and waited before thrusting into him. Again he grunted and then sighed, and I knew I was hitting him where I needed to. I began to piston into him and he began to moan, his head thrashing back and forth. I made sure to push up with my end thrust, making sure the head of my dick hit him squarely where it counted. His cock was rock hard as I began to fuck him hard, his hands that had been on my chest trying to stop me moved to my shoulders as he hung on. I spread his long legs and just went for it as he began to just whimper with each push. “W-w-hhhattt....” he asked as his cock bobbed back and forth. “You like that Sammy? You like that cock?” He shook his head as I slammed him again and again, he was saying no but his cock was begging for more. I grabbed his ankles and spread him wishbone style as I began to lay into him hard. His perfect little body was covered with a sheen of sweat as his eyes rolled back into his head and just accepted his fucking like a good boy. I really gave it to him for a few minutes, no words, no variety, just a plain old fashioned fucking. This was the next part about harvesting a straight jock's cherry, repetition. After about five minutes I stopped and pulled out of him. He gasped as my head plopped out of his former virgin hole and he looked at me confused. I moved over to the other beanbag and then pulled him over, his ass over my cock. “Come on Sammy, you know you want it.” He looked conflicted as his pucker touched the tip of my cock. “Come on...you can do it...” He closed his eyes and slowly lowered himself onto my cock. The look of radiance on his face as he felt me enter him almost made me cum right there. He bit his lower lip as I he bottomed out on me. He sa ton my cock and opened his eyes to look at me. “Good boy...” I said putting my hands on his hips. I raised him up some and he moaned as I let him go, falling on my cock. I did this about a dozen times before I could feel him helping me. Slowly I lessened my grip and watched as this little baseball jock began to fuck himself on my cock. “You like that Sammy?” I asked as he bounced up and down. He nodded as he slammed down hard onto me, each time that donkey dick spurting a little more precum. “Tell me you want it Sammy, tell me what you want....” He was silent as kept fucking himself so I stopped him and his eyes flew open and locked with mine. “Tell me what you want.” You could see the conflict on his face so I pushed into him. His eyes closed and he moaned and I stopped. “What do you want?” “Fuuuck mee....” he pleaded, the last dregs of his resistance vanishing. I pushed up into him and pulled him closer as I began to bunny fuck him hard. His arms went around me as he geld on for dear life. My cock was smashing his guts everywhere and from the whimpers coming from him it was everything he hadn't know he wanted. I could feel him pushing down onto me as I pushed up, our hips slapping loudly as we both got into it. He was out of it, he didn't care of he was straight or gay or whatever. He was too fucked up to know anything but pleasure and he wanted more of it. And I was ready to give it to him. After a few I tossed him off my cock and told him to get on all fours. He assumed the position and looked back at me like an eager puppy. I grabbed the back of his sweat matted hair and rode him for all it was worth. He was begging me after a minute or so, I mean what could I do but give the boy what he wanted. I watched the muscles in his back roll as he reached under himself and started stroking his big cock. “You like that cock Sammy? You like that cock in you?” “Yea..yeah....fuck me....fuck me harder....” he said between strokes. Grabbing his neck I pulled him up and began to nibble on his ear as I fucked him. He whined as he fisted his cock for all it was worth. I applied pressure and cut off his air as he got closer. If he knew he was without air he didn't show it, all he did was stroke faster and push back onto me like his life depended on it. I heard an aborted choke from him as his ass tightened around my dick. Letting go of his throat his cock exploded with cum. Ropes and ropes of teen cum painted my floor as he convulsed around my hard cock, feeling his first fuck in all it's entirety. After about four shots he whimpered as his cock kept flowing, his ass tight as a vice. My cock began to pulse and I knew I was about to breed his jock boy good. I pushed all the way into him and whispered into his ear, “Take my load boy, fucking feel me shoot into your pussy.” As I began to cum he moaned, it was a combination of shame and lust as a part of his mind realized what he was doing while the other part of him loved every second of it. He passed out on my cock, his body spent from his first violation. About an hour later his brothers came looking for him and found him asleep on my bed as I played Fortnite. “I think he drank too much,” I said smiling, “He just passed out.” John rolled his eyes, “Typical Sammy, talks a good game but is a little bitch in the end.” He reached down and picked his little brother up, “Thanks for looking out for him man.” I gave him a wink, “My pleasure man, he's a cool kid.” They both nodded and left, leaving me with a satisfied smile. And a desire for more....much, much more.

I was robbed ! I came along 9 years after my closest in age brother- so I never had any exposure to any action from my 2 brothers. And my Dad was an only child, my Mom had a brother but he never married, and lived 2 hours away, so I only saw him at key holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. ( and the fact he looked and sounded a lot like Tim Conway would have made any action too bizarre !! LOL) Even great cousins from the far sides of the tree were seen only at funerals, so I really never had any of the exposure some of you guys write about. And what really sucked was living in a small town - I couldn't get away with anything- and since it was a small town I was on the volunteer fire and first aid squad- so I had all these potential outlets and no one would show any interest, afraid the small town news would be reporting before the cum dried. Thankfully, as soon as I graduated high school I went off to NYC for college- in the 70's, and naive and horny had a lot of sex in so many great settings. I sort of wonder if boys today have that same experience- or if online hooking has killed much of the thrill of cruising under the boardwalk at 1a, or the thrill of the park hook up.