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Chapter 5 - Matt Matt was so mixed up as he laid with Amanda on the sofa. He was confused, worried, and unexplainably horny. He was worried Amanda would find out not only had he let her dad jerk him off in the shower that morning, but also that he had both her dad and her step dad’s dicks down his throat this afternoon. He was confused because he never felt so immediately attracted to anyone, let alone not one man but two. Plus the urge to obey and please them no matter what they wanted was so new and foreign to Matt. Most of all, he was super horny. He had not gone fully soft since they got out of the pool. He had been slightly chubbed all through dinner. And now as the daddies laid across from them on the other sofa under the blanket cuddling it made him even harder. He was wondering if the slight raise of the blanket around where Daddy Z’s lap would be was him jerking his monster dick or Daddy T behind him jerking him off. It made him insanely hot and hard thinking about it. The way Daddy T whispered into Daddy Z’s ear every so often. How they would laugh subtly at what ever he said. The knowing looks they would send Matt when they would catch him looking made for a very horny and frustrated young man. He tried to keep his rock hard dick hidden from Amanda in the basketball shorts he had changed into when he came in from the pool, but that was proving difficult. She had given him a few lustful looks as she bumped into his raging dick. Undoubtedly she thought it was due to her. At one point when the daddies had went into the kitchen to get drink refills, Amanda had pulled the front of his shorts down and put it between her legs, which only had her panties between his dick and her pussy. She slowly rocked back and forth on his dick. She reached back and pulled his hand around her waist and put it in the front of her panties. He almost robotically started to finger her. They did this a lot when they were around friends. They had gotten good at doing it quietly to hide it from their friends. But this time it wasn’t her making him hard it was her dads. They had the cover over them so when the daddies came back in the room they stopped long enough for them to get back on their sofa and under their covers. Amanda started again a few minutes after the daddies got settled back. She made very small noises they couldn’t hear over the movie (so Matt thought). However, Matt keep looking at the daddies as he was being used as a humping post. Daddy T was the first to look at him strange, then a knowing expression came over him. He whispered to Daddy Z who looked over and immediately got the same look and whispered back to Daddy T. Matt knew they were busted. Amanda of course had no clue. She was lower on the sofa and couldn’t see the daddies sofa. It was slightly behind them and from her placement/angle she couldn’t see them without picking up her head and upper body. The attention from the daddies made Matt even harder. He moved just a tad bit more, fucking Amanda’s thighs. She was busy trying to be quiet and looking at the TV trying to be convincing. Poor girl had no clue no one in the room was interested in her or her pussy. Daddy T pulled back the cover from them. They both had taken their shorts off. Matt could see Daddy T had his big raw dick in Daddy Z ass and was doing the same slow stroke he was. But where Matt was fucking cotton panties and thighs, Daddy T was balls deep in man cunt. Daddy Z was stroking his big dick and looking directly in Matt’s eyes. He mouthed what Matt thought was “Don’t cum boy. Save it for us” They left the cover back off them so Matt could see the show. They had also started kissing some, but not enough to draw Amanda’s attention. Matt continued to watch the daddies fuck as he humped their daughter’s thighs. He was so hard and wanted to cum so bad, but the authority in Daddy Z eyes and his demand keep his cum in his balls. Matt could tell from Amanda’s body movement she was close. She turned her head to him and he looked away from the daddies to give her a few very chaste kisses as she quietly moaned into his mouth. He felt her panties get wet as she came. Normally this would be enough to get him to cum. But he didn’t feel the tug in his balls this time. This was just habit for Matt, he had no desire at that moment to kiss her. Amanda turned back to the TV. Matt did as well, but a few seconds later turned his head back toward the daddies and found they still had the covers back and just as he looked Daddy T pulled his dick out of Daddy Z and shot one rope of cum on his hole before shoving his monster dick back into Z’s and held it there while he finished cumming. Daddy Z shot a huge load into the shorts he had pulled up to his dick just seconds before he came as he was being filled by Daddy T. That sight almost made Matt cum without touching himself. It felt much more erotic than Amanda rockong and cumming on his dick. It took all his control not to cum or moan out seeing the daddies cum. They pulled the covers back over them and kissed once more before both turning and winking to Matt. They then turned back to the movie. After the move had ended, before which Matt had put his dick back in his pants and made sure to angle away from Amanda. She had also pulled her shorts back up. “Babe it’s been a long day and the sun and alcohol have me so tired. Come with me to lay down. You can come back down after I fall asleep if you want. Daddy Z is a night owl like you, so he will be up to keep you company.” Amanda said as she got up. ”Good night sweet pea! Get some rest we are going shopping tomorrow, I want you well rested.” Daddy T said as he got up and made his way over to hug her goodnight. “Night darling” Daddy Z said, adding “Don’t worry I will keep Matty company when he comes back down.” He said as giving her a hug. ”Thanks Papa Z. But please don’t call him Matty, he hates that. Good night Papas.” She replied. “Matt I am going to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water, do you want one?” ”Yes please babe” he replied. As she walked into the kitchen Daddy T winked at Matt and followed her. Daddy Z came up behind Matt and hugged him to his chest, his monster cock hard again press against his ass. “You are our Matty boy, right” he said smoothly into Matt’s ear as he then kissed his ear and neck. ”Yes daddy! I am whatever you want me to be!” Matt replied obediently. ”Good boy. You didn’t cum in her right?” Daddy Z asked as he put his hand down Matt’s shorts feeling his hardening dick. “No sir. She only let me fuck her thighs and keep her panties on while I fingered her. She never lets me fuck her bare. But I didn’t come, I promise. I wanted to when you both came but I held it daddy.” “Yes she wouldn’t let anyone fuck her bare. We drilled the condom use rule into her hard. Even if we never use them ourselves.” Daddy Z said with a very sly laugh “You did well. Now go up, get her to sleep and then come down here. We will be taking your raw hole tonight” He pulled away just moments before Amanda came back in the room. Matt had his hands covering his crotch so she didn’t notice his bulge as he followed her up the stairs. He was soft enough to climb in bed and cuddle with her as she feel asleep. He laid there listen to her breath even out as she fell asleep. He admitted to himself he was definitely bi, a bottom, and loved pleasing the daddies. While he did mange to keep his dick down (barely) he knew he wanted to feel both the daddies own his hole! Ok, another chapter done. Hope you all like it. Thank you for all the positive feedback. More to come!

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.

Chapter 5 – Will’s Turn Will jumps on the bed and pushes his dick in the boy’s mouth. Tom just stays still enjoying the tight hole surrounding his dick head. This evidently was too slow for Will. W: Now you break him in. Go balls deep in one push. Now! Tom pushed his dick all the way in in one swoop. The boy squirmed beneath them and Will just laughed it off. W: Now power fuck the boy. Tom grabbed his son by the hips, pulled almost completely out and then slammed back in. Almost out, slam! Almost out, Slam! The boy was trying to mouth words but nothing but grunts came out. He was a drooling mess. Drooling around a big black dick in his mouth muffling his grunts. T: If I don’t stop pounding him, I’m gonna cum already. W: Good. He needs a first load to get him ready for my dick. T: OMG you feel so good Brad. I’m gonna breed your ass. Here comes your very first load! Ahhh… Brad feels the throbbing of his dad’s dick in his ass. He feels the ecstasy of feeling rope and rope of cum shoot in his tight hole. Brad tries to hold onto this feeling like it’s the best feeling in the world. Tom pulls out and slaps the boy’s ass. Will maneuvers around Brad’s body. Will rubs the boy all over. From neck to his pecks, his arms, his inner thigh, his balls, his shaft, and back up to his nipples. Brad is in overdrive with all of the touching, especially the touching of his nipples. Will gets right between Brad’s legs. He plays with the boy’s nipples while his dick rubs against the boy’s balls. He continues this, eventually thrusting the tip of his dick into the lubed hole. He slowly pushes in until he bottoms out. Will picks the boy up and shifts underneath him. Brad is now on top and with his new found movements begin to fuck himself on the big black dick in his hole. He rides, and he rides, and he rides like a champ. Brads dick slaps into Will with every bounce. Splat, Splat, Splat. W: I knew we had a natural on our hands. Just l ike his father. Will lets the boy milk the cum from his balls but does not shoot his load yet. He reaches up and plays with the boy’s nipples as he continues to ride. Brad makes a low moan and shoots his first load all over Will’s chest and neck. As if waiting for that very moment, Will throws Brad onto the bed on his stomach and pulls his hips up exposing his ass in the air. He jumps behind the bottom and slams his dick in unrelenting. His long dicking of the bottom leaves him gasping for air. Piston fucking takes over and the sound of skin slapping into skin echoes in the room. Finally, after 15 mins of pounding, Will bellows a moan and shoots his load deep into the former virgin. He pulls out and looks down at a gaping hole. Will grabs a but plug and slams it into the bottom. Chapter 6 – Switching roles Will stands back and admires the white ass he just pommeled. Brad reminded him so much of Tom, it was uncanny. W: Hey Tom, you should be proud of the mini you. He took him first breeding like a champ. T: Yeah, a chip off the ol’ block. W: He even has a bigger dick than you haha T: Ya, you are right. Not by much though. Will looks over at Tom, who has his back to him. He looks over Tom’s ass and gets an idea. W: Give the boy another blue pill and some more gatorade. T: Already? I don’t know if his ass can take much more so fast. Will walks over to Tom and slaps his ass. W: Who said anything about HIS ass? Tom goes over to his son and pushes him sitting up. He puts a blue pill to his mouth and Brad opens up. He takes a few gulps of gatorade. Tom just spends the next 20-30 minutes rubbing his son all over his body. Once Brad is able to mumble some words in a notable fashion, Will takes that as he is ready to proceed. Will orders Tom to get into doggie position on the bed. Will takes Brad and pushes his face into Tom’s ass. Will orders Brad to start rimming his dad’s hole. Moans start to come out of Tom as his son’s tongue lubes up his hole. Will brings a reloaded pipe to Brad and lights it for him. He takes a huge hit and blows it out into his dad’s hole. He repeats this 2 more times as the hole quivers. Will hands off a shard to Brad but he is unsure of what to do with it. W: Go ahead and push it in. Just like we did to you. It makes the hole ready to be fucked. Brad slowly pushed the shard into his dad’s opening hole. Before it was fully dissolved, the boy became impatient and pushed his super hard dick into his dad’s ass. Brad grabbed the hips and slammed into the bottom. Something in Brad turned on and he was pounding ass like this was the last fuck he would ever have. Slap, slap, slap. His balls slamming into his dad. The boy took to his new role and turned his dad over. He threw the legs over his shoulders and continued to pound. Slap, slap, slap. Brad reached down and jerked his dad off as he assaulted his ass. He never heard Will slip right behind him. Will pushed Brad balls deep into Tom and then slid his black dick into Brad. Brad was pinned between the two men. All he could do is thrust forward, and fucking himself backward on Will’s dick. Thrust forward, thrust backward. Brad was a human pin ball in a machine rigged to cum. Brad was stuck between the two men for 30 mins. He received a good sized load from Will and shot a big gooey load into his dad. Brad stayed in place and let his dad fuck himself on his son’s dick until he shot all over himself. His son was no longer a virgin - top or bottom.

"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.

Chapter 3 – Cloud City Brad walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked up and noticed there was porn playing on the big screen tv. He was a bit transfixed because the video looked homemade. Brad loved the amateur homemade stuff over studio. His dick throbbed in its fabric cage. Tom walked in from the kitchen with some items on a small tray. He handed his son his gatorade again and told him to take a few gulps. Brad took the drink and obeyed. He noticed a strange taste and turned to his father. Before he could get anything out of his mouth, Tom explained that he added something to help him relax. Not to worry. T: Just a little something to relax and calm your nerves. This weekend is special after all. Tom reached down at the tray and pulled up a pipe loaded with white crystals in the bulb. He picked up a lighter and flicked it on. He melted the crystals and let the bulb collect whisps of white cloud. He sucked the air in and held it. A moment later he released a big white cloud and looked over at his son. T: Do you know what this is? B: umm, yeah. I know I really should have told you before that I’ve tried Tina before. But only once and I got the greatest head. T: oh really, then show me how you think it’s done then Tom handed the pipe and lighter to Brad. The young man put it to his mouth, flicked the lighter, and blew up a small cloud. T: That’s good for a beginner. Go ahead and take another. Brad loved the encouragement and puffed out 3 back to back hits; each one producing a bigger cloud that the previous. B: wow, it is supposed to feel like this? T: oh yeah, it’s working alright. Why don’t you take that shirt and shorts off and get more comfortable. Let me see that jock strap you think I don’t know about, hehe. Brad took another gulp of gatorade and stood up. He stripped for his dad. He didn’t know why he was feeling so nervous about it. Walking around in their underwear or naked out of the shower was common place in their house. He had seen his father and his father had seen him naked loads of times. Yet there he stood, blushing and feeling hot. T: Turn around and show me that perfectly framed ass of yours. Brad obeyed without protest. He liked that he was being checked out. It made his dick throb. At this point, he was barely contained in the underwear. Tom stood up and gave Brad a smack on his right ass cheek. T: oh nice, bounces just right. Tom told his son to stay with his back to him. He stripped off the shirt and shorts he was wearing. He stood there in only his boxers. Tom told Brad to turn around and come over to him. They stood face to face close enough for their underwear tents to touch ever so slightly. Tom reached down and refilled the pipe. T: Here, since you’re a man now, smoke like a man. Finish this bowl and I wanna see cloud city. Brad blew cloud after cloud until the bowl was empty. He was really feeling good. Like his skin was emanating heat and he began to have a hunger awaken. He knew he needed some cock and needed it now. He began to stare directly at his father’s tenting dick. Tom noticed this and grinned. T: come over here and get on your knees. Brad walked over and got into position before his father. T: Pull my boxers off. With your mouth. His son grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled down. He looked up as his father’s dick sprang to life in all it’s glory. He stayed there on his knees waiting for his next instructions. Tom refilled the pipe and blew a cloud out down in his son’s face. He handed the pipe down to him. T: take a hit and hold it until i tell you to blow it out. Brad obeyed. Flick. Flick. He held the hit in until he thought he was gonna pass out. T: okay, now blow it out on my head. Brad blew out and his mouth gently brushed his father’s tip. T: Again. Again, the son sucked in and waited. Upon command, he blew it out again on his father’s tip. This time he closed his mouth over the head and began to suckle on it. This made Tom’s dick throb up and down in the boy’s mouth. Tom pushed his dick deeper into the boy’s mouth. Inch by inch disappeared into the hungry mouth. Brad only had a few experiences sucking dick before but was taking to it like a pro. His body was on fire and he knew dick was the only solution for the hunger. He bottoms out, taking all 7 inches of his dad’s dick. Tom had both his hands on the boy’s head, trying to get his dick deeper in the throat. Flick. Flick. The lighter is heard. White cloud fills the air. An unfamiliar voice bellows deeply over the sound of the background porn. Will: oh wow, well this is a pretty sight indeed T: Nice timing Will. This here is Brad. He’s our newbie for the weekend. Chapter 4 – Who’s In Charge? Brad stood up and tried to get a good look at this new man in the room. Unlike him and his father who were white, this was a masculine black man. He was standing there with the pipe in his hand. Will was already naked and showing off his 8.5 inches sticking straight out from his body. Again, this was something new to the young man. Up until now the only real dicks he had seen were smaller than his own (7.5 inches) and curved upward slightly (like his father and himself). Brad loved how different this was to his own body. Will just stood there taking hit after hit. When he finally passed the pipe to Brad, there was enough for one final hit before reloading. Will gave an evil grin at the boy. This made Brad’s dick throb. He (Brad) was in trouble and he knew it. W: Take that hit and blow it on my head. Brad turned to his father. Tom nodded in approval. Flick. Flick. The sounds of air being sucked up. Brad knelt before this new man and put his lips on the head. He opened his mouth to blow out and Will shoved his whole dick right in his mouth. Will put his hands on the boy’s head and held him in place. After what felt like an eternity, he let Brad go and let him breath. Tom reached down to the tray and picked up a bottle. From behind Brad, he reaches around and raises the bottle to his nostril. T: Breath in heavily and hold it. Tom closes the left nostril while the bottle was under the right. Brad inhales and holds it, and releases. Tom switches sides and another inhale from the other nostril. Brad lets out and is flying high. He melts down on the black dick and takes it in his throat like nothing. Will drives his cock in the boy’s throat, trying to get deeper each thrust. W: Yeah, take it baby. Your mouth feels so good. I like that jockstrap. Get on the couch and show off that ass for me. Brad gets up on the couch on his knees and bends over the top of the couch. His ass is exposed and it thrills him. W: Hey Tom, open up that hole a bit for me. Tom gets behind his son and with a hand on each cheek, spreads open, showing off that marvelous pink hole. Tom dives right in with his tongue. Brad moans out loud. He’s never felt this sensation before. His hole is being eaten like it was someone’s last meal. Brad squirms in pleasure. W: Okay move over, let me have a taste. Will pushes Tom aside and he gets his tongue in the pink hole. Up and down. Up and down. Circle left. Circle right. Side to side. The hole was opening up, letting the man in deeper. W: Okay Tom, time to bump him. Pick out a good size piece. Tom was at the tray opening a baggie with crystals. He found the biggest shard and walked up behind the quivering hole. He pushed in his index finger and pulled out. Tom spits on the hole and pushes his finger back in. He pulls out. Then he pushes in the shard as deep as he can, leaving his finger in the hold in place until it dissolves. This new burning alarms Brad but he is calmed by Will’s hands on his back. The burning subsides but the hunger inside of him intensified. He was now pushing back on the finger. Tom added a second finger to the hole. The bitch moaned. A third finger stretched the hole a big more. Still the boy was pushing back on the fingers, fucking himself on them. Tom pulled his fingers out and rubbed the boy’s ass and down to his balls. T: Okay, I think he is ready. W: No, I say when he is ready. T: We don’t wanna go overboard. W: I saw when he is ready. The boy might be listening to you right now. But never forget, you take orders from me bitch. Brad was flying high but overheard the conversation. He now knew who was really in charge. He knew Will was the one to keep happy over his father. W: So get him ready. It’s in the bag. Tom grabbed the bag on the floor and grabbed his son by the wrist. They walked back to the boy’s room and into the bathroom. He pulled the boy’s jockstrap off. T: you do not need that anymore son. Okay I know you are almost completely smooth already but Master Will likes his boys smooth. Lets get into the shower and clean you up. Tom picked up an enema bottle and walked the boy into the warm water. He lathers up his son and starts to shave off his body hair. Gone is the underarm hair, gone is the tiny happy trail under his belly button, and gone is the trimmed hair above his dick. Smooth as the day he was born. While on his knees in front on his son, the temptation gives way and Tom swallows his son’s hard dick. He bobs his head up and down a few times and then regains his composure. He backs away from his son’s dick. He orders his son to bend over and expose his hole. Brad complies and the enema bottle is inserted into the boy’s hole. T: hold it in as long as you can before letting it go. It will make you feel nice and full. Tom pushes the bottle and the liquid pushes forward into the boy. B: OMG, what is this feeling? T: That’s a bottle of chem piss that you are absorbing into your hole. You thought you were flying high before. Brad finally releases the chem piss and feels like he is in overdrive. He rises off and his dad has to help him walk out of the shower. Tom dries his son off and steps back. His son so so fucking high he can’t even stand still. He is off balance and needs assistance to their destination. Instead of returning to the living room, they turn to the master bedroom. Tom plops the “higher than a kite” boy on the edge of the bed. T: lay on your back and grab your ankles. Stay this way until we tell you to change positions. W: What a beautiful sight. Young man showing off his hole, inviting it to be wrecked. Has he been fucked before? Boy! Have you ever been fucked before? Brad tried to speak but only jumbles came out. Like a weak moan. He nodded left to right. T: No, a total virgin. This will be so much fun watching you pop his cherry. If only he wasn’t my son… W: So what, so what if he is your son. You’re gonna pop him. T: But he’s my son. That’s why I called you over because I can’t. W: Imma get another taste and then I'm gonna watch you pop him like the fucked up dad you are. Will bent down and lunged his tongue into the boy’s hole. The boy squirmed in delight and let out muffled moans in place of words. After ravaging the hole for a few minutes, Will pulls away but stays between the boy’s legs. He reaches up to the boy’s ear and whispers: W: you feeling good? Yeah, really good huh? You want to feel even better though don’t you? Yeah, I know what you need. More Tina for the cherry poppin. Will reaches his fingers back down to the boy’s hole and shoves another shard up the wet hole. The boy bucks a bit but gives in to the burning and starts fucking himself on the fingers. W: Haha, yeah he’s ready alright. Tom fuck him. Fuck him now. Will backs away from the boy as he is replaced by Tom. Tom is torn between following his master’s orders and the innocence of his son? His hard dick betrays him and touches the boy’s quivering hole. The boy, still holding his ankles, pushes back down toward him and the tip slides in.

Just heads up - story starts off a bit slow but I'm working on it. Chapter 1 – The Agreement Tom and Brad were as close as father and son could be. They shared almost everything. Brad came out as gay to his dad when he had started high school. Tom had even confided in his son that he was attracted to men as well but chose to stay away from labels. This honesty between the two was a strong basis of their relationship. Tom is a single dad that shared everything with his son. His son, Bradley shared everything with his dad. They were each other’s best friend and knew everything about each other. Well, almost everything. Throughout high school, Tom would let Brad stay over at his friend’s homes and would have “friends” over. Tom never said anything about his little get togethers and Brad never asked anything besides when he was allowed to come back home. When he would get home on Sunday night, his dad would be in his room recovering from his festivities so that he could go to work Monday morning. Brad would smell the scent of marijuana and thought he just smoked pot all weekend. This was one such weekend. Only this time, Brad had passed on going over to his friends and wanted to stay home. Brad started the conversation off his father - Brad: Hey dad, you know how I always head out for the weekend and let you have your alone time. Well, I want to stay home and spend the time with you. Tom: I don’t know son. It gets pretty weird here and I have friends that come over. I don’t know if it would be a good mix. Men being men after all. B: oh come on, please dad? I’m 18 now and out of high school. I think I’m adult enough to hang with some men. I know you guys smoke weed. That’s okay, I do too sometimes. It’s no big deal. I’ve even found empty bottles of lube so I know you hookup with some of your friends sometimes too. It’s cool. Tom thought to himself - it might be time to initiate the boy. Well, no, a man now. T: IF I let you stay, I have a couple of rules that you will have to live by during this weekend. I would need an absolute yes before even thinking about it. B: oh, what kind of rules? T: You may be 18 now but this weekend you have to earn the title of being a man by the end. Brad felt intrigued B: Go on… T: you will have to follow any and all commands from me. No questions asked. And you will address me as Tom. This weekend I will not be your dad, we both will just be one of the guys doing guy things. Say no to me or disobey me at all, and there will be consequences far reaching. Is that understood? B: Yes da… I mean Yes Tom. Tom was unsure how this weekend would go but his dick was thinking for him now. He walked the kitchen and came back with 2 Gatorades. He reached into a bag he had on the counter and pulled out a small baggie with some blue pills. He swallowed one and handed his son a gatorade and one of the pills. T: Take that with a sip of the gatorade and leave the bottle on the coffee table. Brad thought to himself, this must be some sort of test to see if I will obey. My dad would not give me anything that would hurt me. He reached out, grabbed the pill, and pushed it in his mouth. One gulp of gatorade and he stood there smiling, all proud that he had followed his dad’s directions. T: Go ahead and shower and come back to the living room in 15 minutes. B: Okay, Tom. Brad rushed down the hallway to his room leaving his father behind in the living room. Tom rubbed his growing dick with his left hand. He took out his phone and and started texting with his right hand. Text: Hey Will, change of plans for tonight. Come on over and use your key. I have a surprise newbie that needs initiation and I can’t do it by myself. You’ll see why when you get here. Bring the extra supplies. Chapter 2 – Getting ready Bradley rushed to his room and stripped down to his underwear. He grabbed his towel and turned to his bathroom door. He walked into the bathroom and dropped his underwear to the floor. He started the shower and then jumped in. He lathered and washed his body. He thought to himself, maybe this will be the time I lose my v card. If dad’s friend was down, he definitely wanted to give his virginity away. He reached for the special side nozzle of the shower head. His father had bought him the phallic rod for cleaning out once he had expressed his interest in having sex with his school friend. Brad had only used it a hand full of times but was lathered the rod a big and inserted it in himself. He gave himself a good cleaning out. Just in case he thought. He had no idea what went on during his dad’s weekends except that sometime he had someone over to have sex. His dad wouldn’t mind if he borrowed his dad’s friend for a little while, right? They were all about sharing other things, why should this be any different? Brad finished cleaning out, walked out of the shower and back to his dresser drawers. He rummaged through his underwear collection. He found a black jockstrap and thought perfect! He pulled the jockstrap up and looked at himself in the mirror. He thought to himself, who wouldn’t wanna hook up with me? He looked himself up and down again. This time he noticed that he was starting to get a little hard. It did not take long for Brad to guess what the blue pill was. He threw on a pair of mesh shorts and a tank top. Brad looked at the clock on his dresser. He had just a few minutes to get back to the living room. He strolled back thinking this weekend was gonna be magical.

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…

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… 😉

I had watched every verbal poz porn video I could find so many times that I had them all memorized. I smoked myself stupid with weed. My dick was constantly hard thinking about the gift. I couldn't even watch TV anymore without also watching poz porn on my phone. I jerked off for over 2 hours a day. It was time to get pozzed. I found a poz guy online, and he was ready as fuck to bring me into the poz brotherhood. After we chatted a little bit, he came over and we got right down to business, both of us too horny to wait. I laid down on my back with my legs in the air. The dom poz top climbed on top of me and positioned his cock at my hole, rubbing at the entrance. "So Boy, are you really ready to take a poz cock? You're so young and hot, I need you to beg for it." Daddy said. "I really need it Dad. I'm just a dumb twink cum bucket for you to fill over and over again. I'm so crazy for your HIV Daddy. Please make me the happiest twink ever and poz my stupid ass!" I said. Daddy grinned. "Oh fuck yeah Boy, you're fucking twisted. Nothing turns me on like a stupid twink begging to get pozzed" Daddy said. I moaned. "Yes Daddy, as my dick gets harder, my brain gets dumber. All I can think about is getting pozzed. Please give me HIV in my butt!!!" I screamed. Daddy pounded his dick deep inside my butt. It was the greatest feeling in the world having Daddy's hard dick skin rubbing against the skin of my anal walls. I could feel my mind slipping away as I got hornier and hornier. "Ohhhh Daddy, uhhhh, fuuuuck yeah, bring me into the poz brotherhood" I moaned stupidly. Daddy grinned widely. "Fuck yes you stupid fucking pig, I'm going to get you fucking pregnant" Daddy said. "Yesssss Dad, I'm such a fucking faggot lusting for HIV" I moaned. "You're really gonna get it" Daddy said. Daddy fucked his dick so deep inside of my butt, I could feel his dickhead in my guts. Daddy stared deeply into my eyes as he fucked me. "You're really going to get the bug deep inside of your butt. You'd better really be stupid enough to take this load, because I'm going to flood your guts with poz cum" Daddy warned. I moaned loudly. "YES DAD, I'M BEGGING FOR YOUR FUCKING POZ CUM, POZ MY STUPID NEG BUTT!!!" I screamed in ecstasy. We were both in pig heaven. This was the greatest feeling that there ever was. Daddy kept up his poz talk while I continued to beg. "I'm going to inject your butt with my demon sperm" Daddy warned. "Fuck yes Dad, I really wanna take it all! I want your DNA deep inside of my guts, forever changing my body to be your dumb twink cum bucket!" I said. I wrapped my legs around Daddy, pulling him closer into me. We kissed passionately as Daddy continued to fuck me. "You're going to be my fucking faggot cum slave, too toxic to do anything but get recharged all day every day" Daddy said. "All I think about now is taking your poz cum Daddy. Fill me up over and over again!" I said. Daddy was getting close. "You better be dumb enough to take this strain, because it's coming for you" Daddy warned. "INFECT ME SIR! Take over my body with your poison cum!" I screamed. Daddy picked up the pace. "I'M GONNA CONVERT YOU!!!" Daddy yelled. "KNOCK ME UP DAD!!!" I screamed. Daddy fucked me as hard as he could. "TAKE MY AIDS LOAD YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT!!!" Daddy yelled. With a roar, Daddy unleashed stream after stream of poz cum inside of me. I howled with pleasure. "That's it my stupid fucking twink. Take all of Daddy's poz cum" Daddy moaned. "YES SIR!" I said obediently, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. Daddy kept filling my butt all the way up with his cum. His dick was pumping in my guts, and I felt every bit of it. He was turning me toxic. Daddy stuck a butt plug in my ass. "There you go my stupid fucking twink, now go to sleep with all of Daddy's poz cum inside of you" Daddy said. I nodded off to sleep in Daddy's arms. Some time later, I caught the fuck flu. We got a home test, and I tested poz. Daddy and I grinned at each other. "Congratulations Boy! You're my Son now. Welcome to the poz brotherhood." Daddy said. "Thank you Daddy! Please recharge me" I begged. Daddy grinned. He fucked me all night full of poz cum. I was in pig Heaven. THE END

White guys say cock and I find most black guys say dick. I also note that white guys say cum while black guys say nut.

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

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.

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.

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.

So fucking hot. I think I need to drop my prep and get pregnant

I don’t think there is a lot of people nowadays who would strictly adhere to condoms. This transformation took place because of prep, I also do not know anyone who is not in prep. Having said that, I think we are all better off now, since we have better tools for our own protection. Unless of course you’re a bug chaser. Then it’s actually harder for you now, I think.

once in middle school my best friend told me in all seriousness: penis is a tiny dick dick is average like what most guys have cock is a big fat dick prick is when it's long but thin 🤣

I wanna see the balls churn and hear him moan. I don't generally like cumshots - unless he's known for HUGE loads. Then I like to see them (but secretly wish it was inside me instead of wasted). If he pulls out to cum, it ruins the moment for me and takes me out of the fantasy. I like to watch what I like to do/have done to me.

Was really horny today and was wanting a good fuck. Luckily a fuck buddy was available to provide the service. We haven't fucked for a few months. He came over before he went to work and we got down to it. We were laying on my bed and I got to work, making my way down his hairy body until I got to his cock, spending a good time sucking. It's not a massive dick, but it's something to be pleased with. A nice uncut cock. I soon got on top and sat on it, went in easy. Taking a good few Huff's of poppers I'm riding him. I much prefer doggy these days, so he takes me from behind, really going for it. He likes his balls massaged, and doing that it didn't take him long to unload. He left and I was still wanting more. I had arranged for someone to come after, but they ghosted. I was able to find someone else but they wanted anon, a bit difficult since I share a house. But we made it work and pulled it off. He followed me into my room where I got down to my jock, on all fours on my bed, took a huff of poppers and the guy starts fingering my arse. I have no idea who he is. They guy gets some poppers too and eventually slides his cock straight in my arse, fucking slowly. I was rock hard, I had been edging for a while and really needed another guy unload in my before I felt time to cum myself. He kept fucking and then wanted to suck my dick. Which I obliged, keeping my eyes closed. I could feel all the previous load had dripped out onto my bed. I stop him sucking more so I don't cum, then he fucks me missionary, a little bit faster but still gentle. It felt good to run my hands over his body trying to work out what he looked like. Stocky guy, with hair all over. I had a sense he was mid 40s- 50s, but I could be wrong. Eventually, he starts to blow his load in me, at which point I finish myself off, he didn't want to swallow me, so I got a nice big 3 day load on my chest. Anon meets are just the best. No better time than being fucked by someone you have no idea who they are. My room now smells like cum.

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.

Went to the bathhouse in Rome...met up with an Italian who wanted to fuck me with a condom. After getting him into the room, feeding him poppers( which you cannot find in Italy), then rubbing my butthole on his uncut dick...that stud pushed it in ,without the rubber, and jizzed with in minutes! He cussed in Italian cause wanted to last longer. I made him rub my ass again and we went right into round two!

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!”

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.

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

I’m a big mouth to ass fanatic. Over the years of rimming and felching pigkunt, I’ve noticed that some mankunts produce a lot of mucus discharge when being pleasured. It’s especially common in fisted holes. I fukkin’ crave slopping around with my tongue and mouth in this kuntsnot. The taste and smell drives me fukkin’ wild with lust. It’s what you smell when you first arrive at a venue with a large collection of men having unrestrained pigsex together. Who has this type of hole discharge? Who else likes to slurp around in this kuntslop?

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

Because, well, we ARE warm wonderful people for the most part. 😃 This is why I don't often wade into this sub-forum, but I wanted to give y'all some perspective, because most people can and do want to have civil dialogue and not have political division. Consider that the majority of voting Americans had reasons to vote for a change as they weren't aligned with the Biden administration's direction. For 4 years, a lot of us were gaslighted about 'what was right' and 'what was wrong', told we were 'racist' for not buying into the narratives we were being fed by the media. The media out and out lied about the mental state of Biden, which has now come out in various books written by people who have worked with him directly, and people saw it fall to pieces during the Presidential debate. Simply, the emperor had no clothes and there wasn't anything to hide or explain away. And parents at school board meetings who are concerned about their kids did not deserve to be branded as 'domestic terrorists'. We were also told there was nothing that could be done about our border security. We now realize that was wrong since we can look at the state of the border since January and see that got-aways are down by over 90%. Now that we have a policy about the treatment of TdA and MS-13, we see one party rallying to the defense of a single individual who was ruled as deportable. Twice. And a certain senator is quick to want to fly down there and return a gang leader to Maryland, but was noticeably silent on the murders committed in his state by MS-13. Now I'm an 'independent' voter, more aligned to issues and probably closer to libertarian in beliefs, and I've been finding that many of my friends who were on the fence are not leaning into the Democratic Party here because they've lost the plot on what they stand for. Other than hating Trump but offering few, if any, solutions. Their words. We could go on but I'll stop there. I also have quite a few friends in the UK -- former colleagues, friends, the like. A couple of them are like you and struggling to understand what is happening. I don't blame them. One of them is a good friend but we'll never see eye to eye, and that's ok. A few others I've had here as guests and took them to the shooting range. They were open-minded but not very pro-gun. I'm a gun owner a few times over. Once they got the hang of it, they had a good time and a very different outlook. Being American and living in Florida is a much different experience than British living in the midlands or London. They understand it more, I won't say we always agree. There are a few things to keep in mind about most Americans: The media stopped being about facts long ago, so very few are trustworthy and all are focused on spin. Americans DO want a closer relationship with our allies. We don't want to alienate them, but we don't always see things the same way. We're not racists. Or fascists. That's just people spewing the term without an argument behind it in most cases. If you can cite an example in this administration, I can probably cite a few in the prior one, but it's just not worth the vitriol that comes from most arguments. Most Americans -- as shown through DOGE's discoveries -- are tired of the lack of financial transparency in our government. There's a whole discussion in that, but we're spending beyond our means for really stupid shit that doesn't benefit us (though it's likely making politicians like Stacey Abrams rich). And most Americans are tired of seeing our country give itself away and letting our jobs flee to places like China or India or Mexico where it diminishes our living standard. So some things need to change. But please don't mistake people that voted for Trump as being symbolic of the average American -- they aren't -- and try not to judge the chess game right now on each individual move. There's a longer game playing out here and it remains to be seen if it'll be successful. In some ways, it has been. It's a massive shift from the past 4 years of us not really knowing who controlled the auto-pen or who actually was leading us, and people are probably not very comfortable with the rapid change of pace. I just wanted to weigh in on your post only, I'm not responding to ad hominem attacks if we disagree. Just because we might not agree on every single issue doesn't mean we can't be civil or either of us can't be allies. Hope this provides some perspective. Peace, mate.

Honestly if you work it, you can get a lot of action at Basement on a Sunday. Those dark rooms and dark corners are always busy. I even got in the sling there for a bit...

Thanks for sharing that information. I need to follow Joseph more. Coincidentally, he looks much like my best friend growing up. We would stay at each other's houses on weekends, slept in the same bed, and would fuck all night. We were all completely verse. No designation for top or bottom. If you wanted to fuck a load in one of you buds, you had to take it as well. That nice muscular ass could hold a load of cum in all night to avoid messing up the sheets.

You will not be able to get rid of this obsession until you start doing it -it feels so good once you start, you won’t stop. So prepare yourself. Get on prep or similar. Alternatives? Get a young horny boyfriend who will top you on demand all the times you want and carry his loads around deep in you.

A big fat PENIS. 😉

Yes, many of us citizens of the US are concerned about the shift in global perception of our country. But those of us who are, are mostly a lot more concerned about the shit storm that is happening all around us, which affects us directly, than we are about foreign policy.

I hate when men use the word pussy to describe a man's hole. I don't mind cunt as it sounds nasty.

I agree . It's time for Matty to o get fucked and loaded with the first hot toxic loads in that ass of his.

Just got back in not too long ago, had stepped outside because I met a slut online that wanted to swallow my dick and swallow my seed. Fed the Slut my dick and make the slut swallow my cum outside in the front of my apartment complex. Next time I meet I’m planning on breeding him, making him my reg slut dump .

What’s wrong with cock? I like cock! 🤣

Very true. Somebody's been busy with the brothas to note the difference between cum and nut.

This is so good, I hope he gets fucked next chapter

My young Japanese friend has been staying with me for weeks and has a few more weeks to go before he flies back to Tokyo. We sleep together in my bed. Over the last couple of weeks he’s been wearing his clothes to bed which I don’t like (I always sleep naked). The clothes made it difficult to casually initiate sex though I still managed it but he had to remove sweatshirt, long trousers and still had to get underwear out of the way. Finally I told him two days ago I didn’t want him wearing clothes in bed and offered him a laundered nightshirt. He complied but didn’t bother with the nightshirt but just came to bed naked but for underpants. I could have done without the underpants but can’t complain, it is major progress. He’s quite shy and so we tend to have sex between about 4am and 7am each night when he casually implies he’s up for it by throwing a leg over me or in some way reciprocating my sexual nudges. Although I’ve fucked him a number of times and he’s a self-declared bottom on Grindr he nearly always tops. He’s made it clear my cock is too thick for him (whereas I know it’ll fit) - yesterday when we were out walking he pointed out a piece of fruit he couldn’t get his hand around and said ‘just like your cock’. So the last 2 nights I’ve caressed his hard little cock, pushed the dog to the bottom of the bed and started sucking. I then straddle him and take his cock in my hole using only spit as lube. After 10 minutes of riding his cock I crouch down on the bed for him to do me doggy style. Took his load deep inside for the last two nights and hopefully more to come.

I feel like cock is timeless. geezer on the other hand….😉

Embarrassing: After getting fucked a few times at a park I went to the gym. All of a sudden, I noticed my grey shorts had a wet stain right on my crack. I'm sure somebody noticed because it was quite visible. Hot: During hot summer nights I would often bicycle for 30 minutes to a cruising. I was still young and in good shape so it was easy for me to get attention. I would then bicycle another 30 minutes home, and the seat was soaked in cum.

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.

I’ve got this regular really nice top guy that messages me at short notice when his balls get too full. Bit shorter than me very muscular and perfectly sized dick. Good kisser when he is in the mood. Was about to cruise my local park when he messaged me - it’s round the corner so within five minutes he was sliding in. Not a long session but I managed to prolong the fuck by squeezing his shaft with my arse muscles. Came home with a five day load. I love those unplanned meets.

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!

I was completely fucked up on poppers and smoke with a friend in a crowded bathhouse place late one night and I left the room right as the poppers and smoke hit me like a tin of bricks and ran out of the room and when my friend finally found me I was on all fours in the middle of the next hallway getting fucked and filled with jizz by a total stranger. He looked at me and said something like fuuuuuuck i didn't know you were gonna get so completely fucked up and end up like this and just then one of the clerks walks into the hallway and sees me getting fucked and i started mumbling and babbling something about how sorry I was but he grabbed his bulge and laughed saying isn't this why we're all here. Lol

i'd hooked up w him twice before so i knew the D was good and for whatever reason, dude was just my idea of a 10: mid 30s neither short nor tall, slim but fit, very handsome black guy with a sweet 10" cock, long but not too fat. he'd already bred me twice that day - after the second time i was able to cross item #1 off my bucket list when he stayed inside me for a min and slowly i could feel the warm flow of liquid up my ass, followed by a quick head rush as the chem piss took affect. laying there just enjoying all the feels - i was pleased to hear him say "my buddy wants to come over. i think you'll like this guy. he's got the fattest dick i've ever seen. what you think?" i quickly agreed as being shared by a dom top with his pal was another item on the list. then he advised i go push the piss out as it had been stewing inside me for a while. we showered and then he asked for a syringe which i actually had so he started preparing. told to get on the bed on all fours, he lubed my hole then inserted the syringe and i felt a squirt of warm liquid followed by another head rush. my first booty bump. cross another item off the bucket list. then i gave him his and he started opening up my hole with dildos of increasing size. his buddy arrived - a tall, formerly muscled out middle asked white guy w a big beer barrel gut and the thickest cock i've ever seen. we took turns trying to swallow this guy then my friend, usually a strict top but i guess the T was gettin to him, assumed the position. it was wild to see the guy i'd only known as topping me try to take big dick and i helped by working his nips and sucking his dick but i could tell he was struggling to take something this big. then he announced it was my turn and i felt a completely different kind of rutting. my friend usually fucks me so deep it's amazing but this guys fat cock starching my hole to the max gave a different focus as i enjoyed the sensations around my hole as he pumped in and out. then he abruptly said he had to bounce and i noticed for the first time just how frickin drunk this guy was. i can't belive he drove. heck i can't believe he could get it up that wasted. then my friend proceeded to fuck my stretched hole long and deep and deposited load number 3 deep into my guts. he then flipped me onto my back and proceeded to give me the best frickin head as i thought about how lucky i was to get 3 items crossed off the list all in one night.

Married here but, prefer to suck and get fucked. I am very masculine in life but, a no limits sub bottom to men. I would love to be outed so i can begin my life as a gay man and just serve men.