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Sam and I drove down to Bendigo on Saturday to meet up with his buddy Sean, who told us that he had already arranged a play party for a bug chaser. "His name is Michael, and he's a kid in university, just 20 years old," Sean said. "He's desperate to get pozzed. He's been asking me to arrange a conversion party for him for the last six months! So today I told him come over and I'll make his dream come true." "Twenty years old! He might be our youngest convert yet!," said Sam. "Yeah, definitely a twink. I really think this is going to be a lot of fun," Sean said. Half an hour later and two more of Sam and Sean's buddies drove over . The five of us sat around drinking beers waiting for the future poz boy. Pete and Ricky were a bear couple, both of them bears. All of us were in our 50s and 60s, but I was the only one who wasn't poz. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. "What a cutie," said Sam, running his fingers through Michael's hair. Michael grinned and planted a kiss on Sam's mouth, which prompted Sam to pull him closer and roughly force his tongue in Michael's mouth. Michael offered no resistance. In no time, all of us were in Sean's bedroom, madly pulling off our clothes. Michael was soon on his back on Sean's king sized bed, with Sam between Michael's legs rimming his hole. Sean was sucking Michael's cock while Pete and Ricky played with Michael's nipples. I stood on the sidelines watching and fondling my rock-hard cock. No doubt about it, Michael was adorable. Probably only 5'5" tall, blond with almost no hair on his body. He may have been 20 years old, but he looked like a choirboy. The only surprise was the large Prince Albert ring on the tip of his uncut cock, which now had hardened to a good 7 inches. "Okay, boy, time for your breeding," said Sam, pulling Michael's ass down to the edge of the bed and raising his legs up over his shoulders. "This is your last chance to back out, faggot." We all knew that Michael wouldn't back out, he was moaning with his eyes closed from all the pleasure he was getting. "I'm staying," Michael said. "Please breed me, sir!" "So you want my poz cock in your ass, boy? You ready to get the gift?" "God yeah, sir," Michael groaned as Sam slipped a lubed finger into his ass. "Please poz me, I want it so bad, sir." "Okay boy, since you asked so nicely, here goes!," said Sam, ramming his gorgeous cock into Michael's ass. Michael screamed as Sam stretched out his hole. It may have hurt at first, but as Michael's pussy loosened up he soon began pushing his ass back onto Sam's cock. Pre-cum was leaking from Michael's pierced cock, which Sean promptly licked off. My cock was leaking too. This was the hottest scene I'd ever been in. Watching these men working over this twink's body was better than any porn movie I'd ever seen. I had to stop jacking my cock or else I would have shot my load in a minute. Michael was rocking his ass back on Sam's cock, begging him to breed him. "You ready for my poz cum, boy?," asked Sam. "You want my toxic load deep in your faggot ass?" "Oh fuck yeah," Michael yelled. Ricky was jacking Michael's cock and squeezing his balls, forcing a thick ribbon of cum shoot out, landing on Michael's smooth chest and stomach. "That was your last negative load, boy," said Sam, slamming his cock hard into Michael's ass. Both men shouted out as Sam emptied his jizz into Michael's boy hole. The rest of us cheered this epic breeding. After catching his breath, Sam eased his still-hard cock out of Michael. When some cum dribbled out of Michael's hole, Sam quickly used his finger to scoop it up and push it back in. "Hold that cum in, boy," Sam scolded him. "Let my poz babies work their way in and get you pregnant." Sean was next, holding Michael's ankles high while slipping his cock into his hole. Sam stood up and put his dripping cock against Michael's mouth. The boy eagerly licked and sucked every drop from Sam's dick while Sean pumped his load into Michael's ass. After Ricky and Pete had taken their turns shooting their poz cum into Michael's ass, Sam looked over at me and nodded. "Join the fun, Rob," he grinned. He didn't have to ask me twice. Michael's hole was a sloppy creampie by now. Four toxic loads were inside, beginning their work of converting Michael from negative to positive. I pushed my hard dick into Michael, loving the feeling of the wet loads surrounding my cock. After just a few thrusts I added my jizz to the pool of cum coating Michael's rectum. All of us climbed onto the bed, cuddling and kissing Michael. "Welcome to the club, Mikey," said Sam, stroking Michael's head. "How does it feel to be in the poz fraternity?" "Oh my god, it feels so good," he said softly. "Thank you, everyone. You've been so good to me." Seeing the look of sheer bliss on Michael's face made me realize that I hated being out of the fraternity. But I wasn't ready to make that commitment just yet. I still had to overcome my fear of being HIV+. And I wasn't sure I could. -To be continued-

New Beginning Part 4 Once the shock wore off that Alex was in town and on his way, I tossed the phone onto the bed and, just to be safe, rushed into the bathroom for one final cleanup. Grabbing the shower shot, I slipped it in. That’s when it hit me, the app! What the hell was he doing on that one?! I was so fucking surprised to see him, that I’d forgotten which one I was on when I messaged him. I quickly emptied out, showered, and grabbed a towel. After that, I lubed my cunt, something Jack had trained me to do, and double-checked my phone to see that I hadn’t missed anything. I was right, it was the one with my cuntboy profile with the pics of me hooded and collared in a jockstrap. That’s when I saw another text from Alex. ‘Fuck, cuntboy, I wish I had known back then. That’s a good look on you.’ I froze for a second, letting it all sink in, hesitating while I tried to wrap my head around it. Part of me was nervous, he’d seen my pics, and there was no backing out now. Ready or not, my two worlds were finally going to meet. “Fuck it,” I told myself, grabbing the used jockstrap I’d been getting ready for my next session with Jack. I sniffed the leftovers of sweat, piss, and crusted cum and slipped it on. Smiling, I grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck. Fuck, it felt good having it around my neck again. The only time I wore it was with Jack, and it’d been a while, but shit, it felt right. I checked myself out in the mirror, trying to picture the guy I was the last time I saw him. Yeah, I wasn’t that guy anymore. I stood there, seeing the payoff from hitting the gym. Running my hands over my buzz cut, I laughed, at least that was the same. I could smell my pits, and inhaled. “Fucking perfect,” I sighed, glad I hadn’t washed them and just cleaned out. Grabbing my pecs, I started rubbing and flicking at my tits, moaning as I worked them. I had Jack to thank for that. He’d worked on them, getting me used to the torture until they were thickened up and permanently erect. They weren’t huge like Leo’s were, but nothing could hide them. I’d always catch guys looking at them poking out during work functions which made for some good times afterwards. I’ve sealed some good deals that way. All this was getting my cock hard and had to get ready for Alex. “All or nothing, cuntboy,” I growled, slipping on a pair of wrist and ankle restraints. Walking into the living room, I turned on some music and mindlessly started straightening up the place. The condo was my pride and joy. I had worked hard to get to where I was and be able to afford a place like this. On warm nights, I’d kick back on the deck, gazing at the city lights and reflecting on how far I’d come. I kept on wandering around until my phone went off, snapping me back to reality. “Hey,” I answered, trying to play it cool. “Hey, fucker. Gonna let me in?” "Depends, how badly do you want it?" I teased. “You know, fucker. C’mon,” he moaned. I buzzed him up and waited for the doorbell. Opening the door, I stepped to the side just in case a neighbor passed by and caught myself holding my breath as Alex walked in. Turning around, he stood there in a black hoodie and jeans highlighting his bulge. I smiled down at it, remembering the looks he’d get when we were out together when I’d get him going. He was always popping one. My eyes slowly wandered up his body as I took him in. Fuck, he had filled out in the muscle department and easily had 20 pounds on me now. I closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for his reaction. “Shit, Luke, fucking even better than your pic,” he smiled, flipping the hood down. On top of everything, he had grown out his hair into loose curls, giving him a whole new look. “Uh, yeah,” I smiled, “I figured, you know, the pics. Might as well just put it out there for you.” “Yep, and you did,” he grinned, checking me out, "Still the same swimmers build, but way more muscle.” “And you, you’re fucking huge!” I laughed, pulling him into a big hug. “Gotta burn off that excess energy,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my smooth skin. “You still shave.” “Yeah, old habits,” I smiled, holding him tight and feeling him getting harder, glad to know I still had that effect on him. “MMMmm, always liked the way it felt,” he moaned, playfully slapping my ass. “Good boy.” “Boy?” I grinned, knowing what he meant. “Yep... boy” he smiled, showing his dimples, before grabbing my tits and feeling them. “Shit.” Nodding, I held his hands and smiled, “Uh, huh.” He leaned down to my tit, lightly teasing it with his tongue. “Aw, fuck,” I moaned, feeling him nibbling on it. I felt my cock twitch and a slow smile crept over my face. Grabbing his head, I pushed it against my pec, “Harder...” He didn’t need me to say anything else. Releasing him, he kept on my tit, his mouth filling with spit as he bit it. It only made me crave more, pushing him to clamp down. “SHIT YEAH!” I yelled out, getting into the pain. I could feel the pain and was loving it. A few minutes later, he let go. “Damn, boy,” he smiled, kissing my tit and wiped the spit from his mouth. We stood there, looking at each other. Finally, he took a quick look around the place and let out a deep breath. “Yep. You’ve done good. Damn,” he smiled, grabbing onto my collar, and came in for a kiss. The kiss was rough, not like the ones we shared in high school. I didn’t mind. It was obvious we weren’t the same guys anymore. Feeling his hand slide into my ass, I let out a sharp hiss as his finger brushed over my cunt. “Yeah, fucker,” he growled, biting on my neck, “That what you want? You still got a fucking hungry hole on you?” “Shit yeah, please,” I begged, wanting him in me again. “Then drop,” he grunted, letting go of me. Quickly, I obeyed, dropping onto my knees, feeling him take control again like in high school. Only this time, there was way more to it. I watched, not saying a word, as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. “Fuck,” I gasped, watching him unzip the hoodie, revealing a harness wrapped tightly under his pecs and pushing them up. His body was fucking even more perfect than before. He stood there legs apart, the tight denim straining against his muscled thighs and calves. “Like what you see?” he growled, pushing his jeans down to show off the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. “Goddamn, Alex,” I moaned, seeing him geared up like that. “How? When?” “After seeing your pics, I figured it’d be perfect. Remember that guy I told you about? My uncle’s neighbor?” I didn’t say a word but kept listening as he stripped down to just the harness and jockstrap. “You could say, he had an influence on me,” he said, walking up to me. I placed my hands on his pecs, feeling the first bits of hair sprouting and stretching down past his abs into the pouch. “Fuck, Alex,” I moaned, not having seen a speck of hair on him since we first shaved for the swim team. “Yep,” he grinned and posed for me. “I was shaved when he met me and liked it. Kept me that way even after I left the swim team after college. I just started growing it out when I moved here. Didn’t feel a need to keep it up.” “Kept you that way?” I asked, wondering what the situation was. “Fucker, remember me telling you he showed me how good a fat cock feels in my ass? I wasn’t a cuntboy like you, but I was his boy. But right now, I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” Surprised at hearing that word come out of his mouth, I just looked up at him. “Yeah, cunt. Somehow, it fits you,” he said, staring off for a second before crouching and holding my face in both hands. “Fuck yeah, Alex. Fucking breed my cunt,” I moaned, getting into cuntboy mode. “That’s the plan,” he laughed and let go, “Where’s the bed?” “End of the hall,” I moaned, pushing myself to my feet. “Uh, uh,” he barked, “Down, cuntboy.” Nodding, I dropped and started crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom. “Fuck, I always loved how that cunt of yours winked when you were in heat,” he chuckled, behind me. At the side of the bed, I stopped and watched him climb on. He leaned against the headboard and spread his thick legs. I still couldn’t believe he was right there. Taking a deep breath, I crawled onto the bed and leaned in to kiss him. Without skipping a beat, he wrapped his arms around me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Easing off, I moved down and licked the beads of sweat on his neck, past his shoulder and went for his pit. I started scraping the musky sweat with my tongue before moving on to his tit. Gripping it with my teeth, I started chewing. “Goddamnit,” he groaned, shoving my face past his abs, stopping just short of his cock, the stretched-out mesh the only thing keeping from it. “Holy shit,” I moaned, soaking in the scent. I could smell the stench of piss and sweat coming from the pouch and started chewing on it, making sure to suck every drop soaking in it. "I figured this was something you'd be into, been wearing it to the gym all week. By the smell coming from yours, I was right,” he grinned, taking in the scent of sweat, piss, and musk filling the air of the room. It felt like a dream, being kitted out and servicing Alex in his gear. My head was spinning, and I gripped the waistband with my teeth and pulled it down, releasing his cock. It was just like I remembered it. Pulling it off, my tongue slowly traveled over his lightly hairy sac. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, feeling me sucking his nuts in one at a time and holding them in my warm mouth. Tracing the vein around his shaft, I slid the head past my lips and down my throat, taking in the familiar flavor of his precum. “Goddamn cocksucker,” he moaned, “You’ve been practicing.” He was right. I didn’t need him to do anything. I knew what to do. Breathing through my nose, I started to fuck my face on his cock. He just laid there, watching me. I wanted this so much. Grabbing my head, he pushed me off and moved down to my cunt. His tongue started to lap at it. “Goddamn. Fuck me, please,” I begged, his beard stubble scratching my ass. “That what you need?” he growled, teasing me with his tongue and invading me. “FUCK, YEAH!” He must have eaten me out for 20 minutes, loosing me up. “Tell me what you fucking need, cuntboy!” he ordered, taking a deep breath and blowing it inside me. “Cock,” I moaned, feeling his hot breath filling me, happily being used by him in a whole new way. “Fucker, you need anything before you take it again?” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against my cunt. “In the drawer,” I grunted, knowing what he meant. “Good to see you kept it up,” he said in a low voice, opening the drawer and seeing my stash. “That’ll do... for now.” Taking the pipe, he warmed the bowl and fed me the cloud. Inhaling, I took a lungful and held it. That’s when I felt his cock sliding into me. “Fuuuccck!” I moaned, releasing the thick cloud. “More... clouds.” “Sure thing,” he laughed, taking a hit for himself and pulling me up with just the tip of his cock inside me. With the cloud still in his lungs, he smiled and grabbed my face, our lips almost touching, and released it. I hungrily took it in. “Shit yeah,” he moaned, pressing the stem to my lips, and lit the bowl again. “More. I want you like the first time.” Nodding, I drew in the cloud and held it, remembering how I ended up doing what he said back then. I couldn’t say no to him. This was no different. “Fucker, you look so hot right now filling your lungs with that shit. Look,” he purred in my ear, motioning me to the mirror. It was true. There I was, collared and jockstrapped, being fed clouds as I got ready to take cock. He kept the bowl warm for me until the last of the shards were gone. Tossing the pipe, he grabbed my junk. “Just like the first time,” he growled, feeling my limp cock. “Fucking t-dicked cuntboy.” “Shit yeahhh,” I moaned, totally spun. I couldn't resist and pushed, feeling a sharp pain until his crotch pressed against me. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged him again, raising my hips to take him. As the pain went away, I started to moan, fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, taking over the fucking. “I fucking missed this.” Every one of his thrusts was landing deep in me. I bucked, begging him to go deeper. I just kept looking up at him, remembering all the times we had. Every jab took me back in time as he stared down at me, stretching me open until I felt my cunt throbbing. “MUTHERFUCKERRRRR!” I yelled out, cum spilling out of my limp cock and drenching my pouch, something only Jack had managed to do before. I could tell he was getting close. His pounding started to shorten, and I gripped his shaft with my cunt as he slammed into me one last time. “FUCK!” he yelled out, blasting a river of white-hot cum and collapsing on top of me in another one of his spasms. Without thinking, I loosened my grip on his cock and held him tight. The moment was gone, and it was as if we were back in my old bedroom. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed,” I haven’t had that happen since...” “Yeah?” I asked, rubbing his muscled thighs like I used to. He didn’t answer, and that was okay. It was like we picked up right where we left off, comfortable in the silence, until he asked about my life. “So, cuntboy, huh?” he chuckled, pulling on my collar. “Yep,” I joked and crawled between his legs. “After college I met Jack, my Daddy. We’ve got this arrangement...” Taking his slimed cock into my mouth, I started cleaning it. “Shit, Luke,” he sighed, “Your Daddy teach you that?” I just smiled and started my story in between doing my job. He didn’t say a word while I told him everything about how I met Jack and the training he put me through. He just lay there, smiling. I even mentioned how Jack wanted me to become his full-time cuntboy, something I hadn’t told anyone before. When I was done, he just smiled. “I can see why he chose you. You’re perfect. So, this’s his place?” “Yeah, we definitely have a chemistry,” I grinned, always expecting that question when mentioning Jack. “And nope, it’s mine. I own it.” “Nice,” he smiled, grabbing his cock and shaking it at me. “So, piss, huh?” “Yep,” I growled, taking him back into my mouth and giving the ok to let loose. I felt the hot stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding his cock hit my mouth and gulped it down as I locked eyes with him. “Fucking cuntboy,” he laughed, watching me gulp it all down. The piss just kept pouring out, until with a sigh, I pulled off his cock when I felt the last drops hit my tongue. “Shit,” he groaned, shaking off the last drops before pulling me up, “Give me a taste.” I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment, feeling his tongue force its way in to taste his own chem piss. I immediately reacted, grasping it with my lips and covering it with the last drops mixed with my spit. Releasing his tongue, I took in his slightly dilated blue eyes as he sat back. “Fucking pisspig,” he moaned. “Yep. Total,” I chuckled, settling in next to him. Then, it was my turn to ask him “So, this,” I asked, pulling on his harness, “When did it happen?” “I was wondering when you’d get around to it,” he grinned, “I know I never told you, but it really started that first summer before we got together.” “Together?” I repeated, surprised he saw us that way back then. “Yep, together,” he grinned, nudging me. “Right??” "Right, together," I chuckled, kissing him, "Go on..." and settled back, waiting to hear what he had to say.

I attend a house party where it is usually 10 to 15 men. Everyone loves doing ATM--out of anyone's ass. And that is including the tops. I consider it no different than the rimming I do after each time I fuck someone.

I love seeing my partner being fucked I even whore him out myself. Makes me proud dating a nympho who takes on hundreds of men a year. He's rarely coming home with a dry hole and I love it. I'll reward him with a good fuck and a few friends

Hooked up with an out of town visitor staying at a motel with street parking access. He’s tall sexy ex-military dude with thick and big cock. I entered the room from the patio door, stripped and climbed on top of this sexy man. We made out, I sucked him good for awhile, nursing on his precum while he played with my hole. I finally couldn’t handle the ass play anmore and told him I need led his big cock inside me. He fucked me doggy, while I turned my head back to kiss him, begging him to breed me and inside my ass. His cock swelled, his pace and rhythm sped up and he announced he was cumming. I felt his cock throb and shoot a nice big cum load inside me. I got dressed and bounced. Kept his load inside me all day to absorb it. Want him to breed me again tomorrow morning before he leaves town.

When I have a layover coming up that's long enough for me to hunt for a fuck, I'll post an upcoming travel notice on BBRT. A few days before my ATL layover on Thursday, a hot top hit me up and wanted to get together. I wasn't checking out until 5pm on Friday, so we arranged to meet around 1pm on Friday. He arrived and we got straight to it. We both got naked and started making out. He was kissing and grabbing me like he hadn't cum in 2 weeks...it was awesome. He was on his back and I went down on him and sucked his fat 7" for a few minutes getting his dick completely spit soaked. Then I straddled him and began to work his dick into my ass. He was hung but not too hung, so I was able to get him in to the hilt without too much hesitation. Once he was all the way in he began to thrust his hips up and fuck me in that position. Before long he stayed in while he rolled me on my back so he was now on top. He thoroughly hammered me missionary for a few minutes. He pulled out and dragged my ass to the edge of the bed where he shoved back in and continued to fuck. At that point, it wasn't long until dumped a big load. I knew he was heading back to work so I offered my shower to him, which he took, and was on his way not long after. All in all, he was in and out in about 45 minutes. Afer he left, I fingered my sloppy hole while I jerked off and pushed out the big load he left. Managed to get a nap in before I had to get ready for pickup. I have another trip there next week, I think I'll message him and see if he can come by again.

6. I didn’t shower. Didn’t even think about it. My crotch stank, exactly how I wanted it. Sweat, old pre, and the kind of funk that hits the second I unzip. Some guys clean up to go out. I let the scent do the work. White shirt, crisp, top four buttons open. No tie. No undershirt. Chest out, skin still a little tacky. The kind of look that gets attention without trying. That’s the trick. Don’t try. Just exist like you’re the prize. The hotel bar was full of traveling husbands and dead-eyed consultants. I spotted him instantly. Navy slacks, tucked shirt, wedding ring. Soft around the edges but not sloppy. Handsome, in that restrained, suburban way. Already halfway through a bourbon and nursing some fake sense of control. I slid onto the stool next to him. Didn’t say shit at first. Just sat there and let him feel me. Then, quiet. “Evening.” He turned. “Oh. Hey.” I flagged the bartender and ordered two drinks. Didn’t ask what he wanted. Just handed it to him when it came. He took it without a word. “You here for work?” He nodded. “Yeah. Got in this morning. Client meetings on Monday. Just wanted to settle in.” “How responsible,” I said, smiling like I meant it. “Ian, right?” His brow furrowed. “Yeah. How’d you…?” “You told the bartender earlier. I was watching.” “Oh….” He drank faster. I leaned in slightly, giving him some skin, some scent. I knew he could smell me, my skin, sweat, everything that had been stewing in my pants since the flight. I saw the way his eyes flicked down and then tried to pretend they didn’t. “So what do you do?” I asked, sipping slow. Eyes on his mouth. “Finance. Consulting.” He waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “Mostly boring stuff.” “But you’re good at it.” He nodded again, grinning a little. I just kept the rhythm going. Let him talk. Asked questions like I cared. What city he lived in. What kind of projects he worked on. He mentioned a wife eventually, like he was testing me. “You faithful?” I asked, casual, like I didn’t already know the answer. He blinked. Looked down. “No.” “How long?” He hesitated. “College.” I raised an eyebrow. “That far back?” He took a deeper sip. The alcohol was starting to loosen his jaw. “Yeah. Started during my senior year. Homecoming weekend. I was in the frat house, living with the guys. We’d been drinking all day. Someone brought out coke, so we started doing lines off a textbook.” “Classic.” He grinned. “Music blasting, everyone yelling, high as hell. Then it got later. Just me and a few of the guys left in one of the rooms, sitting around. I was still wired. One of them, Caleb. Massive stoner, always shirtless. He looks at me and goes, ‘Why you staring at my dick, bro?’” I smirked. “And you were.” “Yeah,” he laughed. “I didn’t even deny it. I was too fucked up. Just smiled. So he stands up, drops his shorts, and his cock just flops out, thick as hell. Starts wagging it at me like a joke. ‘You wanna suck it or what?’” “And?” “I got on my knees. Just… went for it. Mouth on him. Didn’t even think. Nose full of weed, sweat, coke. Couldn’t breathe. Didn’t care.” I leaned back, studying him. “You filthy little fuck.” He smiled, eyes low. “That’s not even the worst part. While I was doing it, the other two guys pulled their cocks out too. One of them shoved my face down harder. Then someone brought out the poppers.” “Of course they did.” “Held it under my nose while I was getting my throat wrecked. Then they bent me over the bed. No lube, just spit and coke and poppers. Caleb went in first. Raw. Then the others followed. Fucked me all night. One after the other. Came inside me and then went again.” “And you didn’t stop them.” “I didn’t want to. I begged for it.” I watched him go quiet. That memory sat heavy in the room. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, slowly, I leaned in and said, “And you’ve been chasing that feeling ever since, haven’t you?” He looked up at me. No denial. Just the look of a man who’s tired of pretending. I reached into my pants, dragged my fingers across my balls. Still warm. Still sticky. Pulled them out and shoved them under his nose. “Smell that. That’s what you’ve been missing.” He didn’t even hesitate. Took a long, slow breath. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered. “Pay the tab. Room 417. Don’t knock.”

I have all but eliminated using hook up sights. I still use sniffies but I find I am using it less and less. It may make me sound like even more of a whore but I do not like the back and fourth conversation. The beauty in being male is we don’t need conversation to get what we need. An example… last night on my way home I stopped off at the Virgil Gilman trail to see if there was any action. I just had backed in and a car pulled up next to me. A black man got out walked down the trail about 100 feet and turned and walked into the woods. I quickly followed. He pulled out his massive and beautiful cock and I assumed the first of two fag poses and got on my knees to suck him. Without speaking he rubbed his hand down my back. To me this is indication for me to get into fag pose number two which is stand, turn around and present my pussy. I did and he pulled lube from his pocket and lubed his massive cock and went to town breeding me. When he finished I pulled my pants up. He pulled his up and we walked out of the woods. Never speaking to each other other at all. This works much better for me than being on an app trying to something up.

I can't believe I'm here, and I can't believe I'm really doing this. I'm in a sling looking up at Sam's handsome face and sweaty torso. I close my eyes as he leans over and begins kissing me. Naked men with hard cocks are all around us, watching. Then I feel the head of Sam's big dick start to probe my ass, The guys cheer as Sam's poz cock slides all the way into my neg hole. It won't be long before Sam pozzes me with his toxic cum. I've got a huge hard-on as he starts fucking me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was about six months ago that I saw my first pozzing porn video. At first I thought, what the fuck? I mean, bareback videos are one thing, but videos where guys are actually trying to infect each other with HIV? And these aren't just fake movies, these are real. But as I watched a guy with a biohazard tattoo above his crotch getting ready to shoot his load inside another guy's ass, my cock got hard. Real hard. And even before the guy in the movie came, I came. Wow what a turn-on! I got obsessed. I looked around the internet for anything to do with pozzing. There weren't many videos around, and most of those were low-quality, and obviously fake. But a few were pretty good, and I watched them over and over again. Great jackoff material! I found websites where guys posted about being bug chasers or gift givers. Most of the posts seemed like fantasies, but some of them rang true. It seemed there actually were guys out there who searched for negative men who wanted to become positive, and vice versa. I started to wonder if I wanted to become a bug chaser too. That's when I met Sam online. He posted about being HIV+ for the last 20 years, and how he would meet up with negative men who wanted to get pozzed. I reached out to him and set up a coffee date to talk about it. We met at a cafe in Melbourne's Fitzroy neighborhood. Sam was healthy looking and handsome, a bit younger than me with reddish hair that was turning silver. He was easygoing and loved chatting all about his gift-giving activities. Sam told me that he usually was on meds, but during the summer months he quit taking them. "My viral load goes up and I become infectious again," he said. "I spend the next few months fucking as many bug chasers as I can. When I go back on my meds, my viral load becomes undetectable." I asked him why guys wanted to be poz. "I think of it as a bond, a fraternity and a connection between hot, masculine, virile men. The confidence to embrace the intimacy and the slippery pleasures....I find that handsome and sexy. "I think giving and taking potent loads makes men feel more masculine and connected. Weird how just seeing guys unload in each other and thinking it might be a poz load is such a turn on for me. Muscles, hairy, solid builds, sweat and cum. Just looks and feels good. Enjoy it I say." Hearing Sam talk about it like that gave me a throbbing boner. Then he started describing some of his exploits and I got even more turned on. "I find it really hot having a poz boyfriend or buddy and us breeding guys together. I love gloryhole breeding. At a gloryhole it's usually pretty clear if a load is being offered and a guys is open for loads. Can get down to business and plant a poz load without too much waiting. "My first vacation trip to Europe with a buddy, planting potent loads was an amazing buzz. Beach dunes, fuck clubs and hotel hookups. "I sometimes visit a buddy in Bendigo and he arranges hookups for us to go and tag-team breed local guys. I enjoy doing that together. Say, would you like to join us sometime? I think we're going down there this weekend if you're free." "Oh, fuck yeah! You don't have to ask me twice," I answered. -To be continued-

In, out. In, out. Left fist, right fist. Left fist, right fist. The guy fisting me was working my ass liked a pro. He had me gaping and accepting of his huge, hairy paws. There were moments where I could barely pay attention to the cock in my mouth and just let it rest there instead of sucking it. It was oozing out a steady stream of precum, with maybe a little bit of piss mixed in. The smells in the room were intense. There was the man musk from the cock I was sucking. It was coupled with leather from the sling, poppers, sweat, the acrid smoke from T, and that enticing scent of raw sex. The room was heady with aromas. My sense of smell was probably enhanced by the fact that I couldn’t see anything, since Alex had put a blindfold on me before leading me to the sling in his playroom. My legs were shackled to the stirrups, but he left my hands free. That way, I could feel up the guy whose cock I was sucking and move my arms around to stay comfortable in the sling. I had no idea how long I had been in the sling or who it was that was fisting my ass or whose cock I was suckling in my mouth. Let’s go back to the start. Alex and I have gotten together many times, with our play time usually revolving around getting spun and then engaging in deep and extreme ass play. Over the years, we’ve talked about, and fulfilled, many of our fantasies. Tonight, Alex told me he was going to let me live out one of my dream nights. I would be placed in his sling, unable to get out even if I wanted to, and he would invite multiple men over to violate my ass. Some would fuck me, some would fist me, some would use toys on me, but they would all understand that I was just a hole. When I got to his place, we spent some time with just the two of us playing. We started with some clouds, and Alex got into the sling. I worked over his hole and then began to penetrate his ass with one of his toys. This was the prep work for getting my fist into his ass. I knew just how Alex liked it. One hand would be in his ass while the other worked his cock or tweaked his nipples. His hairy ass was a joy to play in, and I always had a great time with him. By this point, his hole was a beautiful mess of hair and lube. My hand was lubed up and, after the toy play, slid into his ass with ease. His favorite was to have me keep my hand in him while I twisted it around and worked it deeper and deeper into his ass. I knew that I had already breached his second sphincter and was well into his colon. Now, I was making some rotations and slight shaking of my hand inside him, while the other stroked his cock. Occasionally, I’d slide my hand up across his belly and onto his hairy chest. There, I’d find one nipple that I would tweak and turn in sync with the hand in his ass. When I’d turn my hand left, I’d twist his nipple to the left. When I’d go a little deeper, I’d apply more pressure to his tit. I gave the other nipple some attention before returning to his cock, stroking it and rubbing the head. All the while, my other hand was wandering around inside his ass. After a bit of this, Alex told me that it was my turn in the sling. Knowing that he liked a slow withdrawal, I took my time pulling out of his ass. He did some poppers when I was about halfway out, and I took time to massage his canal while he rode that high. When my hand popped out, his hole looked amazing. He asked me to put one of his plugs in, so I selected one of the larger ones he has and inserted it. Then, he was ready to get out of the sling. I helped him to stand up, then wrapped my arms around him when he was standing. That way, I could support him if needed, but it was also a great way of bonding and thanking him for allowing me such intimate access. I also liked feeling our furry bodies rubbing against each other. “Your turn”, he told me. With that, I got settled into the sling. I was surprised when he tightened the stirrup straps around my feet so I couldn’t easily slip them off. Then, he grinned wickedly at me as he walked up to the head of the sling. He grabbed a blindfold and put it on me, blocking all sight. He made sure to place a bottle of poppers under me so that I could use them whenever I wanted. Alex began by working his hands over my body. He rubbed my chest, paying special attention to my pierced nipples. He knows that nipple play gets me leaking precum, and he would dive down to lick that up from my hairy belly. My tits are extra sensitive from the piercings, and he was working them nicely. When he would take my cock in his mouth, it always seemed to choose that moment to dump out a load of precum. Alex eagerly lapped it up and would occasionally share some of the sweet goodness with me. He hadn’t done much with my ass except a few swipes over my hole, but my ass was needy and ready for some hearty play. Since my hands were free, I used them to rub Alex’s body and dip my finger into his hole. I would sometimes reach down to my own ass to get it lubed up and ready for whatever he had to give it. I had worked three fingers from each hand in my ass and was using them to pry my ass open. It opened easily since I was seriously horned up for the coming night. While I was rubbing him and fingering his ass, he chuckled and said that he was going to sit down on the stool. He moved away and sat on the stool at the base of the sling. I wanted to give him a good show, so I used my hands to spread my hole for him. He groaned in appreciation and leaned in for a few licks on my ass flesh. That felt great, but I wanted more. Alex took over working my hole. He used his lubed hands to probe my ass, quickly getting all the fingers from one hand inside me. He used those to rotate around, letting his thumb trail around the outside of my hole. Each time he passed over my taint, I squirmed a little more and could feel my hole respond by twitching and opening more. Then, he pulled all the way out. “Hmm, this ass needs something else”, he said. He pulled his hand back and I just laid there, ass open to the world, waiting to see what he had planned. He walked away for a bit and returned soon. “This will do nicely”, he growled as his fingers slid into my ass. As he moved them around, I could feel the telltale burn of a shard being spread throughout my ass. Soon, I felt the oncoming rush as the T hit my bloodstream. This must have been a good-sized shard since the burn lasted for a long time. All the while, I was getting deeper and deeper into the Tina haze. Alex walked away again. When he returned, he said, “We need pics of this pig hole”. I pulsed my ass as he took some pictures then I spread it open with my fingers. “Damn, that is one hungry hole”. I nodded in agreement and kept working my ass open. He put the camera down, and I heard the pop of the cap on the lube bottle, followed by the squishing noises as he spread the lube over his hands. My ass was already well lubed, so there was no need to add more there yet. “Poppers”, he demanded. I grabbed the bottle, opened it, and placed it under my nose. A good deep snort in each nostril would do for now. I recapped the bottle, slid it back between me and the sling, and threw my hands back behind my head. Once Alex knew the rush from the fumes had their grip on me, he slid his hand into my ass. He went pretty quickly since I was so open and ready. The poppers and T probably helped ease his entry, too. He knows how I like to be fisted, so he went in as far as he could and held his hand there, slowly flexing and extending his fingers. He teased my second hole, and it willingly let him in. Once there, he proceeded to twist, flex, and probe even deeper. It felt fucking amazing, and I was a pig in heaven. Next, he started his pullout. He went slow, all the while twisting and turning his hand inside me. He didn’t initially pull all the way out but used his hairy paw to stretch my hole open. Alex was using his knuckles to expand my opening, then he’d sink his fist deeper into me. Then, he’d go back to using his knuckles to get my ass to gape. When he did finally pull out, he said, “Look at that hot fucking hole.” I pulsed my hole in appreciation of his comment. Alex told me that the night was going to be a special treat for me. Little did I know what he had in store for me, but I was ready for more. He lubed up a large butt plug and slid it into my ass. After his fisting, it went in with little resistance and I felt the flared based lodge in my ass. Then, I heard Alex walk away.

Few years back had a few sessions with a fella that usually culminated in us swapping cum during kissing after a session. For me, it was an awesome way of sharing our fluids after session! Anyone else into similar or partake in cum kissing usually?

On all fours at my place with a random from the apps sliding his fat cock into my neg hole raw. Mid fuck I looked back and asked him if he was poz, he said yeah and I got scared and tried to pull away, He grabbed my hips, and says 'Where do you think you're going" and proceeds to fuck me even harder. My mind was racing, i couldn't believe what was happening, but my cock was harder than ever before. and then I just surrendered, embraced the moment and realised what I had always wanted was happening right now He filled my ass, then fisted me afterwards. I loved it.

Note: I didn't remember this story anymore, but since it appeared in my notifications, I decided to write another part after 4 years. I hope you like it. PART III He was still suspicious when our kiss ended. I pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction. Luke's eyes searched mine, the uncertainty in them unmistakable. The lights coming in through the window reflected off the wetness of our lips, casting a rainbow of doubt across his face. "I don't know, man," Luke said, his voice thick with hesitation. "I just found out I'm HIV positive. Having sex without a condom doesn't seem like a good idea." The way his eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in his voice, it was like he was handing me a secret wrapped in fear and hope. "Luke," I said, taking a step closer, my hand reaching for his, "I'm HIV positive too. And it won't be a problem for me. I can see you want this just as much as I do." His gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "Dude, I'm Luke O'Brien, the star player on the biggest hockey team in town. I can't have HIV. Being gay is hard enough." I was surprised. I had no idea this guy was a local celebrity when I first fucked him. I was never really into sports, so his name didn't mean much to me. But now, it added a thrilling twist to our encounter. "I'm Colton Andrews," I said, my grip on his hand tightening. "But my friends call me Colt. I'm just a fucked up bartender. I have no money, no fame, but I want you to put that dick inside me. I don't care if you have AIDS or any other disease, I just want you to fuck me raw. Can you focus on that?" To drive my point home, I reached down and firmly grabbed his dick over his pants. He gasped, his eyes going wide, and for a moment, I thought I had pushed too far. But then, something shifted in his expression. It was like a dam had broken, and the raw, primal need took over. He nodded, and the tension between us grew thicker than my wrist. Inside my bedroom, I pushed him against the wall, the paint cold and rough against my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of sex and cheap cologne, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Our clothes fell in a tangled mess on the floor, a testament to our haste. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as we kissed again, his hands fumbling with my belt. The sound of metal clinking and fabric ripping filled the air as we both gave in to our carnality. Luke's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and I could taste the salt on his lips as we kissed with a hunger that was almost painful. When we finally made it to my bed, the mattress creaked in protest under our combined weight. We didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon spill in through the blinds, casting us in a soft, bluish glow. I laid back, my heart racing as Luke climbed over me, his muscular body straddling mine. He positioned my legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up his hard, bare cock with my eager hole. "I want you to fuck me with that poz cock and cum deep inside me," I told him, my voice a hoarse whisper. The words hung in the air, thick with desire and challenge. Luke searched my gaze, his expression a mix of lust and apprehension. "Are you sure, man?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "I want it as much as you do," I assured him, feeling the heat of his body pressing into me. "I want your poison inside me. I want your poz babies." The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. His eyes went dark, his pupils dilating with a newfound hunger. "This is crazy," he murmured, "but I've never felt this horny before." I took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Then fuck me hard," I urged him. "I know I'm not usually a bottom, but tonight, I want you to give it your all. Don't hold back." With a nod, Luke positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushed in, slow and deliberate. I felt the head of his dick stretch me open, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "I've never fucked anyone without a condom before," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "This will be the first of many times," I reassured him, gritting my teeth as he invaded me further. "Now you don't need to use protection anymore." With a final, deep breath, Luke gave in to his instincts and plunged into me, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet room. I gasped, my body tightening around him, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It had been a long time since I had been fucked raw, and the feeling was overwhelming. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, as if he were afraid of breaking me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, he picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed to have been written in our very DNA, two desperate men seeking solace and pleasure in each other's embrace. Each thrust was a declaration of want and need, a silent agreement to share our darkest secrets, our deepest fears. We were two men, bound by a shared fate, seeking to find something hot in the chaos of our lives. And as Luke's cock filled me up, as his warm, sticky precum leaked into me, I knew that for this one night, we had found it. "Fuck me harder," I begged him, my voice hoarse from the passion. "Cum inside me. Give me your poz seed." "I can't last much longer if you keep saying things like that," he said. "But it's true, I want your poz seed so bad," I almost cried. The words seemed to have an electric effect on him. His eyes snapped open, and his pupils were so dilated that his irises had almost disappeared. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That's so hot." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, my own voice thick with arousal. He nodded, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Yeah, it does." So, I kept saying it, whispering it into his ear as his cock slammed into me over and over again. "Cum inside me. Give me your charged up seed." The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our harsh, animalistic gasps for air. And with each repetition of those words, Luke's movements grew more urgent, more demanding. He was close, I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed around me. I fought my own urge to cum, because I didn't want to waste even a drop of my precious cum. I had a better destiny for my seed. "Give me your charged load," I said again, and something in me snapped. It was more than just a desire for release; it was a craving for a deeper connection, a bond forged in the fire of our shared fate. With a guttural roar, Luke buried his face in my neck and drove into me one final time. I felt his cock pulse deep within me, his hot, thick cum filling me up as he came. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. His cum was leaking out, painting a warm trail down my thigh, a physical reminder of what we had shared. And in that moment, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, a sense of belonging. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just feeling the aftershocks of our passion rippling through us. And when he finally pulled out, we both knew that we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But we didn't care. And as we lay there, entangled in the messy sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. Together, we would face the judgments and the fears that came with a reality that was as raw and as real as the sex we had just shared. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle and soothing, stroking his hair. "Man, that was hot," he murmured, his heart still racing from the intense climax. "I never thought I could get this horny." I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, feeling a warmth spread through me that had everything to do with the heat of the moment. "Poz sex is the best kind of sex, isn't it?" I whispered, smiling into the crook of his neck. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice still shaky. "It was the best sex of my life." I felt a twinge of satisfaction at his words. It wasn't about the ego boost; it was knowing that I had given him something he had never experienced before. Something that had allowed him to let go of the fear that had been gripping him so tightly. "Are you still freaking out about finding out you have HIV?" I asked, my voice gentle. He took a moment to think, then looked up at me with a surprising glint in his eye. "It's still a little scary," he admitted. "But I also feel... free." The words hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of his newfound liberation. "I've been scared of it my whole life," he continued, "but now I know I can have sex with anyone without worrying. And without using a condom..." He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust as he thought about the possibilities. "I don't think I'll ever be able to use one again after what we just did." The power of those words was not lost on me. This was a man who had just been handed a new lease on life, a man who had been given permission to indulge in his desires without the fear of judgment or repercussion. And I was the one who had given it to him. "If you're willing to follow me," I said, my voice low and seductive, "this is just the beginning. I want to help you fulfill all your wildest fetishes. Whatever you think is morally wrong, it won't be [banned word] for me. Think of this opportunity as a gift." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Okay then," he said, his voice thick with sleep. "Thanks for the gift." And with that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off, nestled in the safety of my arms. I looked down at him, my own cock still hard as a rock, but I knew it could wait. Tonight had been about more than just my pleasure; it had been about giving Luke something that he had never allowed himself to experience. But the hunger inside me was growing, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would need to satisfy it. Before I could act on it, though, I needed to make sure he was truly ready to walk this path with me. As he slept, I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The moon cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the contours of his muscular back and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. His breathing grew even, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I watched him for a few moments more, then slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I walked over to the window, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. The city sprawled out before me, a sea of lights and shadows, and I knew that in the vast expanse of the night, there were others like us. Others who craved the same raw, unbridled connection that we had just shared. And with a smirk, I realized that Luke was just the beginning. Together, we would explore every dark corner of our desires, pushing the boundaries of what was accepted and what was forbidden. It was a journey I had been on before, but with him by my side, it felt like I was starting anew.

Chapter 4 I wake up to Craig sliding his cock in my ass. He tells me how good my ass feels, wet and loose; velvety smooth and slick for his cock. Slowly sliding in, he is balls deep in no time. He slides out, leaving just the tip of his cock in my distended ass folds and then slams back in. His cock head slides across my prostate causing me to moan from the pleasure. My cock trying to expand; immediately hurts as its encased in the cage instantly deflating. Craig sensing my discomfort whispers in my ear, he’s going to teach me how to cum with my now locked cock. He explains it’s different but in many ways I’ll find it more intense, lasts longer and will turn me into a sex craving degenerate. He explains to me to bear down as he fucks me. We develop this rhythm where he bones me 3-4 times, he allows me to catch my breath then fucks me again as I repeatedly bear down. Telling me it feels like I have to pee he’s says no, that’s precum leaking from my cock. I reach down and feel the tip of the cage and find it is wet and slippery. He tells me to taste and as I put a finger in my mouth taste the sweetest precum I’ve ever produced. Reminding me to bear down, Craig continues his assault on my ass. My fingers are now collecting more and more of the sweet liquid and find myself trying to make the stimulation deeper. I start rocking my ass back and forth as he holds still against my prostate. My ass has a mind of its own as I start pummeling back and forth using his cock to stimulate my gland. I’m rubbing the cage back and forth as my ass starts a full-on rape of Craig’s cock. Knowing what is happening Craig pleads with me to pull his cum from his cock. I’m sweating profusely as my eager desire to find relief takes over. I keep this up easily for ten minutes, trying hard to find satisfaction. My cock is firm but not hard and is leaking profusely. Craig no longer able to control the stimulation screams out as my attack of his cock forces him to explode another poz load into my willing ass. He stays hard as I continue unabated, my ass demanding his attention. Suddenly a feel a wave of ecstasy and I feel a rush of fluid leak from my cock. My body starts convulsing as I ride the wave of endorphins, losing myself in the explosion of senses hitting my body. This keeps on going for 2-3 minutes as I’m unable to stop the flood of stimulation. My chest is tight and I’m having trouble breathing as the crescendo slowly abates. Craig pulls me tight into his chest, my ass still empaled on his cock, and tells me to concentrate on breathing. I hear him tell me--deep in and out as I slowly recover and attempt to match his words with my breath. Telling me to hold still, Craig starts a slow fuck and within just a few strokes tenses up and grunts as he delivers another toxic injection. Pulling out he tells me how hot that was and congratulating me on my first locked anal orgasm. Craig helps me up and says it's time for bed. My legs are wobbly, and he leads me into the bedroom helping me to slowly lay down. He grabs the butt plug next to my bed, collects some cum leaking from my ass and uses it as lube to cap my hole and stop the leaking. He kisses me and tells me to get some sleep. It’s close to 3AM and asks if he can take a shower before leaving explaining he needs to go so he can get some sleep before having to be back to work at 10. I tell him go for it though I must have fallen asleep as soon as I hear the water running as next thing I know, I’m waking up and glance at the clock and see its 11 AM. My ass hurts as I stagger to the shower. Standing under the warm water I pee and then slowly remove the butt plug. Expecting a deluge of cum, I’m pleasantly surprised as I bear down and only a small dallop of pink jizz hits the floor.

One I stood at the doorway of his house. All I had to do was knock, and I could go in. I knew deep down that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really. But somehow, I was struggling to lift up my hand and knock on the fucking door or ring the bell. I’m not usually this shy or retiring. I mean, I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination and I’m probably more likely to be found in book club that in a night club, but even so, I’ve had sex before. Three times now! And I know I want to have a fuck of a lot more of it. My first time was a bit of a fumble and a miss and quite frankly bad, but it was a first so that counts. The next two I’d started to get the rhythm of it, but I was on top and to be honest, it’s not where I’m supposed to be, not really. I mean, I like the sensation of having my dick rubbed – who doesn’t? – but I ended up cumming in the rubber, and completely unsatisfied. The bottom I was with was happy enough though; my dick isn’t small. I’ve been pretty blessed there. The problem was, when I was fucking, all I could think about was, well, being the guy on the other side. Getting fucked, being used. And not in the more innocent way a lot of my university friends were into – such as sleeping with a couple of guys a month – but by being a hardcore cumdump slave. A piece of human garbage. A piece of trash that other men used because they were bored, or even ignored and made to fetch the coffee after my boyfriend had finished fucking another guy on our marital bed – with me being tied up and made to watch maybe. Or even tied underneath the other sub’s butt so I had the cum and lube dripping into my face whilst my boyfriend pleasured another guy. That’d be hot too. The guy behind the door offered me some of that. We’d begun to talk on the hookup apps, like every meeting, but quickly we decided that we’d prefer to finish the conversation in person. He didn’t live far from me and it seemed sensible to come over and knock on the door. We’d have a talk and maybe I’d get to go on the bottom for my fourth ever screw. I thought about that thought for a moment. It gave me the energy – and a bit of a twitch in my cock if I’m honest – to knock the doorbell. There was an indeterminate period when I thought he was having me on. Stupid fag wanted using so badly he went to an empty house. But then, the door opened – and I was shellshocked by what I saw. It was a cute young guy, naked except for a collar and a red jockstrap, boots and red socks. He looked slightly built but he was the same age as me. I knew that for a fucking fact. “Master is waiting for you, downstairs” “Tommy?” “I’m known as Slave Pig in this house, but yeah. Hi Robin. Master told me you were coming over here and I couldn’t quite believe it, but, well, you’re here” “How the fuck…” “There are lots of things to be said – but get to him or he’ll get mad” Tommy and I go way back. We knew each other from the age of around 12 and basically grew up together. He lived about eight houses down from me, we were in the same groups at school, hung out after school with each other on the Xbox and you know, teenage things like pretending we both liked girls, boasting of our wins, commiserating our losses like you do. I kind of suspected he way gay and I’m pretty sure he knew I was bi, but we never really discussed it and it didn’t really bother either of us. I was on the academic fast track toward university, but he went a different route as he was more practically minded, so he went off to a technical college to qualify as something manual. Electrician, I think I remember. “Move” Tommy grabbed my wrist, yanked me over the step and into the house. Who knew what I’d find downstairs?

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Two I’m nervous now. This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. I mean, Tommy was always a very good-looking young man, but now he’s matured into an adult he doesn’t seem to have any of the gawkiness that young guys tend to have. He was also looking at the floor the whole time which was kind of hot, and I couldn’t help but notice the somewhat giant bulge filling out his jockstrap and the sweet butt the straps were framing. Even so, I mean, this was supposed to be anonymous, not sex with someone whilst there was another guy in the house that my mother knows! I head downstairs as instructed, and at the bottom of the stairs, I find a closed door. I listen for a minute, unsure of the protocol of this, so I figure you can’t go wrong with a knock and enter. I knock. No answer, so I head in. I enter the basement room to find something I had not quite expected. The room was very dimly lit, with a strange red glow to the lighting that was present. To my left, there was a large TV, probably 70” or so taking up most of the wall, with a couch in front of it. Next to the couch was a large throne-like chair facing the TV, with multiple steel rings affixed to the wooden frame. To my right, I think I saw a sling – I’m still too new to know the names of most of this stuff – something to tie a guy in a cross-shape on a wall, and rows upon rows of toys. The toys terrified me, but some of them were small, so I figured he’ll be kind and just use the smallest ones on me. The others, some of them a good four foot long, must be intended for more experienced guys. I idly wondered if Tommy had taken any of them, but reigned those thoughts back in. I did not notice the door behind me open again. “Good evening, Robin” Startled, I turned to see the man I had come to meet. He was truly beautiful. Piercing blue eyes topped a face with some stubble, close cropped ginger hair, his frame was well built and muscular, and he had chosen to wear a selection of leather – harness, bicep band, chaps and boots - which just served to accentuate his manliness. He also had on a cloth jockstrap, meaning I couldn’t see his dick – the dick I was thinking about being the bottom bitch for – but I could certainly see the bulge, even in the low light. What can I say – I tend to notice these things, wannabe cock whore that I am. “Erm… Hi” “You sound nervous. No need boy – let’s sit down and we can discuss the rest of our conversation” “Yes, that would be good” “I need a footstool, I hope you don’t mind” Why the fuck would I mind that he wanted to put his feet up? I mean, it was his house after all! “Please don’t mind me” “PIG!” The ferocious yell echoed throughout the whole neighbourhood I think, but in a second Tommy was in the room. Sorry, Slave Pig was in the room. The muscular man simply pointed at his feet, and Tommy got on all fours and moved so that he was directly under his boots. He then rested them on Tommy’s back! “Pig makes an excellent footstool, just about the right height. You wanted to talk to me more about your fantasies. I understand you’re fairly new to sex, but you want to try being a bottom. I spoke to you about this in detail and frankly, I don’t believe you” “Excuse me?” I mean, I might not know sex well, but I do know what I see when I’m wanking! “You lied to me. And worse, you lie to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You are envious of my slave Pig. It’s a life you could have had and one that you still want. It hasn’t come to you yet, and you don’t know how to reach out to touch it” I was astounded. But I was also turned on. I just kept looking at the slave under his feet and kept trying to think ‘that’s my friend’ and ‘I don’t want that’, but my brain just wouldn’t let me. The fact, I was astounded to notice, was that I was jealous of Tommy! “Look inside you. You know you want this life. Admit it now, and I will introduce you to it. You will be free to leave whenever you want, but I guarantee that you will never exercise that option” “I…” I was caught. He knew I wanted it. I did too, really. Even fucking Tommy probably knew. But if I said yes, what did that make me? “If I say yes, I’ll be another… slave? “Yes boy, one of my slaves” “Are there any rules I need to know?” A delaying tactic whilst I thought. Didn’t think there would be any… “One; Do as you are told or you can leave. Your clothes will be kept by the door. Two; you don’t fuck, suck, finger yourself or do anything sexual at all without my permission. Three; there is no right of appeal. That’s all” Sounds easy enough. “Then I would like to try it please” “Please what?” “Erm... please, er Sir?” “Good boy. I am always known as Sir or Master within these walls” He leant forwards and picked up a torch and pipe from off the table in front of him. With the torch, he melted a small amount of crystalline shaped rocks in a glass pipe, which I assumed was some form of incense. Master took a drag and exhaled a white cloud though, so maybe a weird kind of pipe tobacco? Tommy – sorry Pig – started to whimper at this. I thought that strange, but Master lifted a boot and casually kicked him hard on the head making him grunt audibly and stop whimpering. “You know the rules. New guests, first. Pig – strip the new boy” I stood up, not quite knowing what was going on, but knowing I was enjoying the feeling of being instructed, of not having to think or to care. So, I let Pig begin to strip me, which he did fairly slowly and sensuously. First my t-shirt to show off my body, where he brushed over my nipples gently by ‘accident’ causing my dick to twitch; then the sneakers and socks which he stopped to sniff; finally, my trousers, which he did from behind and whilst he was pulling them down put his face up against my butt. Not anything overtly sexual but kind of was. I felt a bit uncomfortable with my friend doing that to be honest, but it was over in a moment. At my underwear, Master told Pig to stop and reached behind a sofa cushion to pull out a yellow swimmer’s jock. I didn’t need to be told. I shucked my underwear and I put on the jock but I could feel both of them trying to see my dick. I did it too fast for them to be able to get even a glimpse and got the jock on. It matched Pigs’ red swimmer’s jock entirely. I was left wondering what was coming next.

5. Some faggots were born to serve. Some need a little nudge, sometimes a massive nudge, for them to embrace the how pathetic they have always been deep down. Especially the ones who walk through life like they own every fucking place they enter. This was one of my favorite conquests. Let’s call him “Ian.” Ian was flying first class, seat 1A, on one of my flights to London. I’ve seen the type: businessman, probably in finance or banking, fitted clothing, expensive-looking haircut, and fit. One of those who thinks and believes that “he has it all.” Fucking loser. He was demanding and annoying as hell, constantly requesting assistance. More bourbon. More water. No not still, the sparking. This glass is dirty. More bourbon. More ice. This stupid fucker was getting on my fucking nerves, but as a veteran flight attendant, I knew better than to cause a scene. I did everything he asked and with a smile too. At first, the starter pack forced smile. But increasingly more flirty and sexual as the flight went on. I noticed his gaze started to linger and transform from cocky to horny the more bourbons he had in him. I’m hot as hell. Being 6’3” gets me far already, but add to that a model face and ripped body, I know I can pull any ass I want. All I do is walk back and forth for my job. When I’m at these fancy hotels the airline puts me up in, I work out and fuck. What else is there to do? Listen, I know some of you faggots reading this may feel sorry for me. Oh no, isn’t it so lonely? Aww is it hard not being able to put down roots? Don’t you want a partner? You concerned faggots should channel that concern to my wallet and Venmo me instead. I fucking love my life. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you the story of how I knew this was my forever life. To fly all over, spreading my poz seed. No roots. No permanent home. No lover. One boy came close, but I had the best orgasm of my life when I eventually fucked him up like all the other faggots. That was when I knew I love my fucking life. Let me know if you wanna hear that story at some point. You faggots reacting to my other stories got me back. True to form: I love attention and being adored. Back to Ian. I started to flirt with him more. Brushing his hand when I handed him his drinks. Lingering eye contact. At one point I even grabbed my crotch and caught him staring. This drunk faggot was in heat, and I could smell and feel the heat from his hole wrap around my body and dance unashamedly to my nostrils. I knew I had him. I kept scratching my balls or grabbing my crotch. The cabin was dark, but I knew he could see the soft glow of my pale skin move back and forth around my crotch. I was starting to get hard and the outline was visible through my pants, at least to me. His eyes were glued to my crotch. I motioned for him to go to the restroom up front. “Keep it unlocked,” I whispered as he got up and walked by me to the restroom. I went to the back and asked one of the other flight attendants to cover for me for a bit. Stomach issue I tell them. I walk back with the one that said yes and left her to go to the restroom. I opened the door and locked it immediately. This was one of those big restrooms on long international flights. Not the super fancy ones like you can shower or anything. But big enough for at least 3 people, so we had plenty of room. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a big, sloppy kiss. His breath stunk of alcohol. His lips and tongue were frantic. He was drunk, but not sloppy. I felt his ass and gave it a tight squeeze with my right hand, while my left held tightly to his head. I wanted him to feel how much control I had over him. He was locked in place, being molested without his consent. There were no negotiations, no checking in about limits. I did whatever I wanted to his body, and every squeeze of his ass was a reminder of that. My middle finger tracing his hole through his pants indicated that he was going to be my bitch. I pushed him down and pushed his head against my crotch. I moved his head back and forth on my bulge with both my hands. I told the faggot to sniff, and he took a massive whiff. He kept sniffing and opened his mouth to lick my pants. I slapped him. Hard to show him I’m serious, but quietly enough that no one outside could hear. I’m sure it hurt since I held his head with my other hand, so I could ensure just how much force I was hitting him with. He was shock but still horny and drunk. “Don’t get my clothes wet, faggot! I’m still on the clock,” I said. “Ok, got it!” He replied, so eager to be close to me again. I started to unbutton my shirt and reveal my hairy armpits. I told him to worship it. Man did he. He licked. He sniffed. He nestled a himself. He made love to it. He was lost in it. I pulled him off and started to undo his pants. I was forceful and even ripped some seams in the process. I didn’t care. I wanted him to get naked, quickly. Once he caught on that I want him naked, he started to move in sync and got completely nude. I told him to finger himself for me. Play with his vagina. He licked his fingers and started to play with it. He circled it, slowly putting in one finger then two. Then he started to lick a third. Man he’s in heat. I remember thinking, this will be fun for me. Fucking with him will be so easy. I’m going to make him turn into a dumb faggot. Fuck up his life. Everything he’s worked so hard for. The hotshot becoming a failure. My mind was racing of ways to fuck with him and make him go crazy for me. I started to unbuckle my pants, and his eyes lit up. He paused what he was doing and focused on my fingers undoing my pants. I was taking my time. Slow and deliberate. Build his lust. I pulled my pants down finally and told him to come here. When he got close enough, I grabbed his head and pulled it to my throbbing cock, glistening from the pre-cum. He was close but not close enough to reach it, even with his tongue. I told his to smell it. Like before, I moved his head up and down my cock, so he could enjoy the complexity of my crotch. The base is smellier from all the sweat trapped in my pubes. The shaft more subtle. And the head ripe from heat, pre-cum, and natural build up over the day. I let him taste a little, but quickly yanked his head back almost as soon as his tongue made contact with the head. He looked disappointed but he perked up real quick when I told him to turn around. He gladly presented his hole to me. I fisted my cock while staring him down. I moved towards him and stopped when my cock was on his hole. I dragged it up and down his hole. Letting him feel the raw skin-to-skin contact, the grooves of our skins rubbing against each other. I could feel his anticipation through the throbbing of his hole. I spat on his hole a couple times then on my cock. And like before, I dragged my now slick cock on his hole. Now though, it glides. The spit made it slippery and more hectic. The pressure was sporadic, sometimes slipping until reaching a drier spot and then stopping. It added to the anticipation. Where will it stop? Could it glide into his hole? How deep could a glide push my cock? How much of it did he assist with? Did he want? I just know he was having these same thoughts by the hunger in his panting and the winking of his hole, getting slowly more open with every wink. So I took charged and grabbed my dick with more force and moved it directly at his hole. There was a strange silence in the room, within the panting and hums of the lights. There was so much anticipation. I pushed just enough to have started to enter his hole. And I kept it there. His hole winking open larger and larger. He was inviting me in with so much eagerness. But I kept it there. He was confused and would dart his eyes between my eyes and my cock. He was communicating silently what he wanted. Needed. He looked at him and slowly moved my eyes toward my cock. I kept my gaze on my cock. Pay attention. On my cock, a large bead of precum was forming. It was growing slowly until it finally pushed itself off the head. It rolled down, off my cock, and on to his hole. I smirked audibly. I held my cock there for a few more seconds and then stepped back and started to put my clothes on. “This is enough for now. Meet me at hotel bar at the Westin after we land. Wait for me until I show up, however long that may take. I will show up, but I need to my time to prep. So if he wants to feel my cock, he needs to be a good bitch and wait for me.” I told him. I didn’t bother looking at him. I already knew the response. I tidied up and told him to lock the bathroom immediately after I leave and stay here until the next service meal. I leave. Thoughts? Y’all want more?

I woke up from the worst dream. Sinful images danced around my head as I struggled to wake up. Matty had come over to shave me, that was real, but I had this nightmare he touched me…and I touched him back…and we… I shook my head and got out of bed, I couldn’t think of this! My thing was rock hard though, and not just cause I had to pee. My hand slowly gripped it through my briefs, remembering how good Matty’s hand felt… I pulled away as if burned, no! I was better than this! I was pure, I was righteous. This was Stan tempting in the desert and I would not falter. I grabbed my shower stuff and marched down to the communal showers our dorm had. This was another new experience, showering with 30 other guys in the morning. There were walls set up between the nozzles and a flimsy shower sheet to act as a door, but the showers were across from the mirror and sinks, so anyone shaving had a full view of the people behind them if they wanted. Some of the guys didn’t care at all, some waited until the place was less packed, some like me faced the wall the entire time and washed as quickly as possible. This morning as I walked up, I saw the place was standing room only, the price I paid for sleeping in and thinking about filth. I wrapped my towel around my waist seeing all these people, normally I went to the showers in just my undies because I was up earlier than everybody else, but again, not today. I strained, seeing how many were ahead of me when I saw Dane at the front of the line waiting. He saw me looking and smiled and waved me over. I walked over to him, “What’s up?” “This is crazy ya?” he asked, and I nodded, “I’ll do you a favor, you can share mine so you can get out of here quicker.” I froze, share a shower stall, with another man? “I mean it’s not like you want to be tardy right?” he asked, and I shook my head. “So then cool?” I hesitated and he scowled, “What? You think I’m a fag or something? Fuck you Hayseed, I was trying to be nice…” Shoot, this was on me. All my internal crap was spilling out into the real world. “I’m sorry Dane, I’d love to, thank you for the offer, that is right kind of you.” He paused and smiled and then looked back, “Captain’s discretion, I’m bringing Hayseed in. Any problems?” No one said a thing and the guy on the far stall got out, “That’s us,” he said. We walked into the small space, and he closed the curtain behind us. The water felt nice as he moved behind me, “OK big guy, share the love.” I moved and let him get wet as well, he had an incredible body, this close-up it was impossible not to notice. He was leaner than me but had the same mass, making him look like the next evolution of what I would become. I was impressed to see as the water cascaded down his toned body… “You wanna help a brother out since you’re back there?” he asked, handing me some soap. When I looked confused, he looked down at his back, “We’re on a time limit?” “Right,” I said taking the soap and lathering up my hands. I moved over his broad shoulders, taking in how dense the muscles were. Did my back look this good? It was impossible to know but I was blown away. I moved down where it tapered to a tight V and then his ass cheeks…they defied gravity, just jutting out…I wasn’t sure if he wanted that and he pushed back, “Come on man, stop fucking around.” I shrugged and moved over his buns, they were like iron, smooth, hairless, I wasn’t going to spread them, I just made sure they seemed clean… “Ok switch,” he said, pushing me forward to the water. I began to rinse my face and chest off and he reached around me to grab some soap, “I swear Hayseed, I will teach you how to wash an ass…” His hands moved down my back and shoulders, zeroing in on my ass. He kneaded my cheeks and then spread them, I gasped as he pushed me forward, my hands against the wall. “Wha?” I said as I felt his hands move all over me. “This is what needs to be cleaned,” he said, one finger moving down my crack and over my hole. “Dane…” I whimpered as he paused. “You gonna fight me Hayseed?” he said in a low voice, “You too good for the team? Cause this is a team ritual, we all help each other out when we need it…you going to argue or be a good boy?” His finger slowly pushed into me, and I let out a weak, “I’m a good boy…” He chuckled and went deeper, causing me to gasp as I tried to climb the shower wall, “Yeah see, you’re all dirty up in here,” he said, tickling something that made my body jerk, “You gotta get in there and work…” a second finger slipped in and the sparks doubled. “Wait…Dane….” I was panting, trying to catch my breath but he kept stabbing up into me, making my thoughts fuzzy… “You’re dirty Hayseed, let me get you clean…” he said speeding up. “Oh…oh….oh…” I began to sob, my cock hard as steel, what was he doing to me? “Yeah see,” he said adding a third and I felt my eyes roll back into my head, “This is what you needed, a good cleaning…” My hips were pushing back on their own as that spark turned into a fire inside my ass and I couldn’t stop myself. His other hand reached around and plucked one of my nipples and I let out a low moan as another shock of pleasure moved through me. “Come on Hayseed,” he said in my ear, “Push back…fuck yourself on my fingers…” The words burned but I was too far gone, lost down this lust-filled path with no way to get off but finishing. I bucked back harder and harder, impaling myself on his fingers with abandon. I don’t know how but one of my legs was crooked up so he could get as deep as he wanted while my cock bobbed in front of me, crying for release. “Come on Buck…harder…” I did as he said, and the sound of my grunts as I shoved his fingers in me filled the stall and my balls began to tingle. “Oh…oh…” I cried, feeling my cock get ready to shoot without touching it! “Shoot for me Buck,” he whispered, “Cum for me…” I closed my eyes as my cock exploded all over the shower wall, I shook as Dane held me up, my whole body spasming as it felt like my whole soul was moving through my dick. It just wouldn’t stop, shot after shot as he chuckled in my ear, “Good boy…such a good boy.” I collapsed into his arms for a moment, my legs not working properly. He let me go to my knees and he grabbed the back of my head, “You know the rules rookie…leave the space as you found it.” He pushed my head towards my cum dripping down the wall, “Clean.” I tried to pull away, but he gripped my hair tighter and growled, “Lick. It. Up.” There was no getting away from him…I closed my eyes and leaned forward, my tongue slowly lapping my spent load up. He moved my head to each glob and made sure the shower wall was as clean as it was when we walked in. Once it was done, he let me go so I could stand up. “Did you swallow it?” I nodded. “And you hated it?” I glared at him and nodded. He reached forward and gripped my once again hard cock, “Methinks he protests too much.” I hadn’t even noticed I was hard again. Before I could say anything, he pulled me out of the shower with my hard member and proclaimed, “HE IS CLEAN!” I was horrified to find the whole team waiting, cheering at me, He leaned in and whispered, “Welcome to the team Buck.” Oh gosh, everyone heard that? I felt my face grow red as I gave a weak smile and waved. Seeing I was still hard I hurriedly wrapped the towel around my waist to hide my erection, why was I still hard? The next few weeks were a blur. We were working our butts off in the water and I was struggling to keep up with my classes. Matty came over again for my shave, I ended up getting turned on again and before I knew it he was sucking me off while I licked his thing, both of us just giving into our lust and not caring. When it was done, I felt guilty, but Matty assured me it was a normal thing with the team and almost a tradition in itself. This team had a lot of traditions. When he was getting his stuff to leave, I asked him, “Do the guys think I’m standoffish?” He paused and looked at me confused, “Why?” I explained what Dane said to me in the shower, dangit why did I start getting hard every time I thought about it…and that I had been paying more attention to it since then. “Ah, well…honestly yeah,” he said finally, “You don’t go out with any of the guys, you don’t show up for the frat parties, you kinda stick to yourself and some of the guys think you don’t want to hang with them.” “It’s not that!” I said worried, “I am just so swamped with school!” Damn, I knew this would happen! “So, what do I do?” I asked him. He thought about it for a moment, “Hang out with them, drink with them,” I made a face, and he shook his head, “See? That’s what I mean. You guys drink wine at church and I see a lot of churchgoers drink a beer man. You need to relax and join in…” “Or?” I asked, seeing him pause. “Or they’ll just start ignoring you. Next time they ask you to go out or have a drink, join them. One time won’t kill you.” I sat there thinking about it. “Look, what we do…you’d never thought you’d do things like that but now you’re ok with it.” “I am not ok with it; I pray for forgiveness every time.” He smiled, “Then just throw in the drinking with it and you should be fine. After all, Jesus forgives all right?” I didn’t have an answer for that. We ended up five points down on an away game with barely a quarter left. The other team had gotten way too lucky, and we were going to lose because of it. I got sent in and Dane immediately moved towards me, “OK Hayseed, look, you see that gorilla over there?” I looked behind him and knew who he was talking about. The guy looked like someone put a Speedo on a full-sized bull, twice as wide and just massive. I thought I was a big boy but this guy made me look like a toddler. I nodded. “He is on me like I owe him money, if we are going to win this you need to give him something else to look at. Can you?” I nodded, “Consider him handled.” Under the water he grabbed my junk, “Use this, show this punk up.” I nodded and he squeezed. “Ok,” he said to the rest of the team, “Let’s do this!” We went out there and I moved to Brutus, what I was calling him in my head, and stood there. He looked down at me, yeah, he was that big, and smiled, “What’s up Tiny?” I smiled, “Hi I’m Buck, I’ll be the guy stopping you tonight.” He frowned as the game started back up. Brutus moved to rush past me, but I moved in front of him and held my ground, and unlike the other guys he had rolled over the whole game, I didn’t move. He grunted and we locked eyes for a moment and I heard a cheer behind me. Dane had scored. He literally growled at me, and I just smiled as we got back in formation. Three more times we clashed and three more times I held my ground, he was strong but I was faster and in the end, I was able to keep him off of Dane long enough for us to tie it up and then finally take it with 2 seconds left on the clock. Brutus let out a loud FUCK as the game ended, and we won. Someone picked me up from behind as the rest of my team went wild with celebration. They carried me back to the locker room on their shoulders, I was laughing as they moved me around the locker room, depositing me in the showers. Dane came rushing at me and hugged me, “DUDE! You’re a beast!” It was easily the nicest he had ever been to me and I patted him back as he bounced me up and down. “You know what this means right?” I shook my head. “Guys?” he asked and the team behind him started to chant, “Holy Speedo! Holy Speedo! HOLY SPEEDO!” I had no idea what they were talking about then Matty walked in, holding a pair of Speedos over his head. They were white and there was a pretty large hole in the ass. Matty handed them to Dane who smiled and looked at me. “These are to be worn by the MVP who pulls a win out of his ass…and that my friend is you.” He handed them to me, and I took them and looked at him. “Put them on.” “Now? But we’re changing before…” He shook his head, “Nope, for a game like this we drive home in our speedos, these are our war clothes, and we will not take them off. Except you, you have to wear those.” I looked down at them and looked up, about to say I didn’t want to wear them, and saw Matty looking at me, making a face. Right, be one of them. I slid my speedos off pulled the holy ones on and tucked my thing into them. The team went wild. Sure enough, everyone kept their speedos on, we showered and then got onto the bus in nothing but the swimwear. We were all so high on our win, no one cared. As we piled on the bus, we all went to our normal areas. The seniors always took the back seats and Dane had his own little area in the back corner. The back corner had been sectioned off with blankets attached to the roof and they could be pulled back, so he had a little room to himself. Then came the juniors who hovered around them then the Sophomores past them and us Freshmen were left up to the front with what’s left. I was about to sit down in the front and Dane grabbed me, “What are you doing?” he asked, “You’re Holy Speedo, you get to sit with us.” Before I could say anything, he pulled me down the aisle to the back, everyone patted my back and ass as I walked by. I had never been back here, and it was kinda cool. Dane went to the back and sat down, I looked for somewhere and he laughed and pulled me down onto his lap. “Whoa!” I said as I sat down. “Seat of honor,” he told me as I got settled, “It’s tradition for people who win the fucking game!” “I didn’t…” I began to say, and he shushed me. “Hey man, just go with it, you did good.” I closed my mouth. A few of the seniors came up and talked with us, they were on the other side of the seats, so they couldn’t see anything past my chest. So, I was talking with them, going over the game when I felt Dane’s finger slip through the hole in the Speedos and slide down my crack. I paused. They kept talking as his finger slid down my crack and then touched my hole, I jumped but he held me still and whispered in my ear, “Shhh…you want them to know what’s going on?” I shook my head. “Relax,” he said as his finger pushed into me. “Oh…” I said softly as he crooked his finger up into me. The guys kept talking and asking me questions and I just nodded and pretended to listen, but all I could focus on that finger going deeper and deeper. His knuckle moved up and nudged that same spot he had hit in the shower, and I jumped, my hands gripping the seat fiercely. The tip of Dane’s finger was brushing that spot, making my entire body melt one scratch at a time. I was nodding and smiling but I could feel my hips pushing back onto his finger…trying to get him to hit that spot harder. I tried to nudge his arm away, but he wouldn’t move, just digging harder, making my head fuzzier each time. I grabbed his arm under the seat, so no one could see and he whispered, “Let go of my arm or I will tell everyone what we are doing…” I slowly let go. “This is a gift rookie,” he kept talking as he probed, “You think the team captain fingers just anyone? Why do you think there’s a hole? Relax and push back…now.” I gulped and tried to relax as his finger went deeper, causing me to shiver as he tickled that spot more… After about five minutes of this Dane said, “Hey guys, I think we’re gonna try to catch some Z’s.” The other seniors nodded, “Yeah good idea man, awesome game man,” they said fist bumping me. Once they turned around, he said, “Close the blankets.” I reached up and closed the curtains, sealing us off from anyone else from seeing. His finger slipped out and I sighed in relief, and then I felt two fingers push into my mouth, “Lick…” I kinda sputtered as he pushed his fingers into my mouth, my tongue rolling over them automatically. He pulled them free and said in my ear, “Good boy…” “Dane, I don’t want…” both fingers slid into me and I groaned as I felt myself being violated. “Everyone is going to be sleeping,” he whispered, “You wanna wake them up?” he asked, going deeper. I shook my head as he kept going and then bent them slightly… “Oh gosh…” I gasped as both fingers pressed against that spot. “Yeah, you feel that?” he asked, and I nodded, eyes closed in shame, “Feels good don’t it?” Another nod and a small sob. “Relax and push back.” He said, “Like just open up…” “But…but…” I said and he pulled me down hard. “Shut up! Why don’t you just open the curtains?” “Sorry…” I mumbled, so unsure of what was going on. “See my bag,” he gestured to the corner, “Open the side pocket, there’s a small brown vial, pull it out.” I reached over and opened the pocket, there was a small glass vial, “What’s VHS cleaner?” I asked handing it to him. “Virgin slayer,” he said with a smile, “Open it up, bring it to a nostril, plug the other one, and inhale.” “Why?” I asked, not understanding. He moved his finger and I whimpered, “It makes this easier for you.” I hesitated and he said, “Come on Buck, it’s a team tradition, just go with it.” Matty’s words came back to me, and I put the bottle up to my nose and took a deep breath. It was vile but he quickly said, “The other one now.” I did as he said, and his free hand took the bottle. “What’s it do….” And the world just melted around me. “There we go,” he said jamming his fingers hard into me, “Push back…relax.” I wanted to protest but I found myself doing as he said, and the fingers slipped in easier, pushing harder on that spot. I felt my body spasm as he hit that spot dead on and I pushed back hard against him, causing him to chuckle. My mind was just a fog, all I knew was pleasure, and wanted more… “You’re doing so good,” he said pulling his two fingers out and shoving three into me. I bit my bottom lip as there was a sting before he found that spot again, making my head fuzzy with lust. He was opening his fingers up, stretching my hole as he tickled that spot, teasing me with pain and pleasure in equal moments. “Come on Buck,” he whispered, “Slam back onto them…” I felt like crying as I did just that, my hips pushed back onto his fingers, hitting the spot in me over and over, he just kept his hand still as I fucked myself on his fingers. God, what was I doing? Why was I letting him do this to me? Oh God, I had fallen…the lust had corrupted me…oh please… He pulled his fingers free, and I moaned a little, “How do you feel?” he whispered. I was mortified to hear myself say, “Empty…” His hands moved up to my pecs, “You are so hot…” he said moving over my chest brazenly, he plucked at my nipples and I had to bite my bottom lip, or I would moan out loud like a whore. He kept pinching and molesting me, and I writhed on his lap. Moving all over the place as he filled my brain with pleasure. He brought the bottle up to my nose again, “Inhale.” This time I didn’t even argue, I took a deep breath and he moved to the other, putting the bottle down his hands moved over my abs and then lower, grasping my cock, making me rock back into him. He moved my hips over and then I could feel something slide against my hole… And the tip of his cock slid into me. I don’t know when he took it out, but I had sat back when he started to stroke me and I felt his head push at my hole, making me freeze in place. “Dane…” I slurred, feeling him enter my virgin hole. He slowly moved up and down my shaft, pulling me down onto him, “Shh…you’ll wake them up…” I clasped my hand over my mouth as I sank lower onto his cock, I didn’t have the strength to get off of him, all I could do was flop around and impale myself more and more. “Oh god you are so tight,” he whispered, his hand making my own tool leak as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. There wasn’t much pain, just a fullness…as he stroked me the pleasure was overwhelming and I felt myself start to slide into a valley of darkness. “Dane…Dane…” I panted, sinking lower into him. I felt his mouth on the side of my neck and I moaned as I let him bite me, my ass opening in response as I took the rest of him into me. I was flush on his lap, my hole fluttering around his thickness, my own tool leaking everywhere as he made me his own. “You’re too hot not to be fucked,” he said, licking up my neck to my ear, “This body was made to be used…” His words made my thoughts spin as I let him molest me without protest, just surrendering to him completely. “You like that baby? You like how this feels?” I nodded, not wanting to admit it out loud as one hand moved over my body and the other slowly stroked my leaking cock. “Pull up some…” he said, letting go of my dick and grabbing my hips. I felt him slide out of me a few inches and I bit my bottom lip to keep from sobbing. He pulled me back down and I gasped as his cock hit that spot and I saw flashes of light explode behind my eyes. He pulled me up again and I gripped the seat and helped, he slammed me down again and a whimper escaped my mouth and he chuckled. “Come on baby,” he said, opening my legs with his own, “Lemme in that pussy…” “Noooo…” I said shaking my head, “Not a girl…” He bucked his hips up and I felt my cock lurch and spit precum on my abs in response. “You’re my good girl…” he said rocking me back and forth on that spot, slowly but surely turning me into his bitch, “My good Christian girl with her tight hole…right? That you? Huh?” He sped up his movements until he was just rubbing that spot raw, all of my protests crumbled as I lowered my head to the seat and pushed back onto him. “Come on baby…admit it…” As I sat there, rocking back and forth on his member, feeling whatever was inside of me screaming for more, I now knew why I was warned about straying from the path. I couldn’t stop myself, I was desperate for more, slamming down harder, trying my best not to admit what he wanted. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto him, impaling his entire length into my aching hole in one move. His mouth was next to my ear, “Say it…” He bucked up once and the words tumbled out of my mouth, “I’m your good girl…oh fuck I am…” “This my pussy?” he asked, rocking me up and down on him. “Oh god yes,” I whispered, “That’s your pussy…all yours…” He began really pulling and pushing me onto him, the entire time talking, “You didn’t even know you had such a hungry cunt did you? You Christian girls are all the same…saving yourself when what you need is a big…” SLAM! “Thick.” SLAM! “Cock.” SLAM! “Oh Dane, fuck me, fuck my cunt…please…please…” I sobbed, begging for him to debase me even harder. He pulled me off and his cock popped free with a wet squelch, he turned me around and threw me into the corner of the bus, my legs spread, hole aching. He lowered himself down and I felt him push into me, my head thrown back as I felt my hungry cunt grip his cock and pull him in. He held my ankles as he fucked me, I could see my muscular legs spread like I was his bimbo as he plowed me for real. All I could do was hold on as he fucked me harder and harder, his handsome face looking down on mine as he drilled me. “You my good girl?” he asked, and I nodded, not able to talk, “You gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?” Another nod as he hit that spot hard, making my toes curl as I tried to stop myself from screaming. “Tell me how much you love being fucked?” “I love it,” I gasped, “Oh god I love it…” I admitted. “You do whatever I say then?” Another nod, “Anything…anything…” He sped up, his hips punching into me, hitting that spot dead on each time. My hands were over my head, holding on to the overhead rack as Dane fucked me within an inch of my life. I wanted to jerk myself off but for some reason that was too far…my mind wouldn’t let me accept that, so I just laid there, getting closer and closer from just being fucked. “Gonna breed you,” he growled, and I moaned in horror, even as my cock twitched in response. “Tell me to shoot in you, be my good girl, and beg me…” I was so close I just blurted out, “Please Dane, please cum in me, get your girl pregnant, please…” The words burned as they came out, what was I doing? What had I become? He smiled as he let go of my ankles and grabbed my hips, pulling me up onto him as he thrust one last time into me… I felt his cock expand and then a warmth as he shot his load up into me, I closed my eyes as I realized I had let another man despoil me, I took his seed willingly, begged him for it…he gave me three quick thrusts, emptying his balls in me before standing up, his cock sliding out of my cum soaked hole. I looked up at him, “Please…I need to cum…” I begged him. He looked at my cock and smiled, “Ok…let me get someone on that.” Before I could ask, he pulled the blanket down and I felt my whole life pass before my eyes. Standing there in the aisle, was the team, naked, stroking their hard cocks, obviously hearing everything that just happened. Dane stepped back, “I think you called dibs…” he said as Matty moved in front of him, smiling at me. “Hey bud…welcome to the team,” he said as he sank his thick cock into me. I cried out as his thicker member pushed my walls out, filling me in places Dane hadn’t touched. He began to slam into me, his bigger cock hitting my spot easier… “Oh god…oh…” I cried as the smaller boy began to really fuck me. “Yeah, I’ve been dying for this hole…” He said hungrily, “You like that? You like my high school cock up in you?” “Oh god!” I cried, my hands going around his back, pulling him deeper into me, “Fuck me! Just fuck me!” The team cheered as they heard me surrender, one of the guys moving past Matty and offering me his cock, “Come on rook…” I slowly opened my mouth, and he slid his cock into it, as I began to suck him off… Matty’s fat cock making me lose all control and just going crazy on it. “This what you like Buck?” Matty asked, “You like being the team cunt?” I nodded around the cock in my mouth as I felt him make my cock leak all over my eight-pack I didn’t care anymore…I was part of the team…this was where I belonged.

Twins (Part 2) After a week of Jack visiting his brother Jeff one would think that the boys would be ready for a break. Actually Jeff couldn't wait to go to Jack's school. As soon as classes were done, they hopped in their cars and Jeff followed Jack the 6 hours back to his campus. Unlike Jeff, Jack lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 2 other guys. The 2 were boyfriends but had an open relationship. One was Eric, a graduate student who was 24, 5'10", 150 pounds, curly blond hair, blue eyes and a 7" cock and his boyfriend was Miguel, a Latino who was 21, 5'8", slim build, 130 pounds, black hair , brown eyes and a 7 1/2" uncut cock. (Side note: On any given weekend there might be a few other guys around. Some poz, most were unsuspecting neg boys, gay, bi and the occasional drunk straight boy.) Jack had moved in with these 2 lovers at the beginning of his second semester. What Jeff was soon to find out was not only were these guys gay, but poz as well. These were the 2 guys who introduced a willing Jack to drugs and pozzed him. Now it was time for phase 2 of Jack's master plan and his roommates were going to assist him. No sooner did they arrive then Jeff was offered a drink and the 4 studs sat down to get acquainted. They spiked jacked Jeff's drink with a small amount of GHB, just enough to get him more pliable to what was going to be suggested. In no time Jeff was feeling the effects of the G as a (Tina laced) joint was being lit. They made sure that Jeff got more hits on the joint then anyone. Jeff was getting very horny, more horny then when he smoked the joint he and Jack shared the previous week. They could see the lust in Jeff's eyes as the Tina hit him. Eric put a porn on the living room plasma as he and Miguel began to make out. Jeff just watched the live action in front him and the porno as he felt more and more horny. Jack leaned in to kiss him and whisper to him, "Just let go and let what happens, happen." Jeff closed his eyes as Jack began to kiss and caress him. As Jack and Jeff made out Jack slowly stripped themselves down to their boxers while Eric was laying on top of a half naked Miguel. Jack got Jeff on his back so that he could not see what Eric and Miguel were about to do. While Jack and Jeff were grinding cock to cock, Jack slid Jeff's boxers down and made sure he was well positioned between Jeff's legs. Eric Reached in with a finger covered with Tina and Jack worked a little lube Miguel supplied around his unsuspecting brother's hole. Jack slipped his finger in for a few second then pulled it out only to have his finger replaced with Eric's Tina covered finger. Jack kept a tight lip lock on Jeff's mouth as Eric massaged the Tina into his hole. Jeff broke the kiss to tell Jack that his finger was stinging his hole. As the forced booty bump took its effect on Jeff he began to wiggle and move his ass further onto Eric's probing finger. Jeff had never felt so horny in his life. He looked up at Jack and said "I need to get fucked, now!" Jack looked back into his eyes and told him, "That's exactly what we plan on doing." as he slid his hard cock into his brother's (Tina) hungry hole. Jack just held his cock still in side his brother's hole and asked, "How does that feel? You like that dick in your hungry ass?" Jeff looked up and pleaded with Jeff, "I need to get fucked, I need you to pound my hole." Jack answered back, "I know you need to be fucked, that you need to have your hole pounded. I can tell you are liking the Tina Eric slipped into your ass." Jeff was a little shocked, then he relaxed and let the booty pump take control as he asked Jack, "Why did you do that to me?" Jack asked "You liked the joints we smoked?" Jeff nodded yes. Jack informed him that they were laced with Tina and he had already experienced the sexual high from them. He wanted Jeff to experience the full effects that Tina can provide when fucking. With that done Jack began to pound away at Jeff's hungry hole as Eric and Miguel disappeared to fix slams for everyone. When Eric and Miguel returned Jack pulled his cock out of his brother's hole and just held him down. Jeff pleaded for Jack to continue fucking him crying out "I need your dick in side me bro, please???" Jack looked down at Jeff and asked, "How bad do you want to be fucked bro?" Jeff answered "Bro I need to be fucked now." The brothers looked at each other for a few minute, Jeff trying to move his ass onto his brother's cock and his brother holding him down so he couldn't really do any thing. Jeff then said, "I'll do any thing you want me to to get that cock of yours in side me." Jack answered back, "Any thing? Are you sure?" Jeff thought for a moment as he felt the hunger growing in himself and said "Yes, any thing." Jack signaled for Eric and Miguel to proceed and began to inform his brother what was about to happen. As Jack spoke he continued to hold Jeff down tightly, and now with help from Eric and Miguel, they prepared Jeff for his first slam, Jack told his brother, "I can tell that you enjoyed the Tina, am I right?" Jeff nodded a yes. Jack continued, "I knew it. Now you are going to feel the greatest high as we slam or inject Tina directly into your vein. Not to worry, Miguel is a nursing student and is very good with needles. He taught me to slam as I will teach you. Ready or not, it's going to happen." Jeff shook his head yes again and closed his eyes. Jack told his brother to open his eyes, he needs to see what is happening. Jeff opened his eyes and looked up at his brother. He saw a look of love from his brother that seemed to comfort him. That look let Jeff relax as Miguel began to move in. Jack said, "Watch as your life is going to change from this point on, after this week you will be craving cock and cum more then you will ever know." Jeff appeared relaxed, but as he looked over at his arm to watch as Miguel stuck the needle in his vein, he felt a wave a panic wash over him as he felt the poke of the needle in his arm. Although Jeff felt panicky he never jerked or moved his arm. Jeff just watched as Miguel first pulled back on the plunger getting a bit of his blood in the clear liquid to make sure he hit the vein. The he watched as Miguel pushed down on the plunger and the blood and clear liquid disappeared into his arm. The panic Jeff was feeling was quickly replaced with a rush of warmth and a strong cough. That's when Jack knew the slam had hit his brother. Jack slid his cock back into his brother as Miguel then gave him a slam. Jack leaned his head back as he felt the effects and let out his own cough. As the drugs took effect the brothers looked into each others eyes as Jack began to passionately fuck his brother. Jack's plan was almost complete. The last step was for his brother to willingly get fucked and seeded by his roommates. "Jeff, I know you haven't had as much sex as I have and that any time you did you used a condom because you were afraid of getting the bug. " Jack said as he began to prepare his brother mentally for what was happening in his body, already being seeded with his own poz loads the week before as Jack was sliding his cock in and out of his brother's hole. Jeff continued, "The bug is a wonderful thing to have, it is a gift, a gift I received from Eric and Miguel, one I have and have already shared with you. I know you will recognize the freedom and power this gift will give you." As Jeff was feeling the high from the slam he attempted to process what Jack had just said. "Did you give me HIV Jack?" Jack only nodded yes. The slam was in full effect as Jeff processed what his brother had told him and with the meth and his brothers DNA already moving through his body he threw his head back and begged for Jack to pound his hole and give him his seed. Jack wasted no time in starting his assault on his brother's hole as Eric and Miguel watched. Jack fucked his brother with all his might and strength. Jeff just moaned and begged for Jack to seed his ass again, "Cum in side me bro, give me more of your DNA." Jeff was understanding what the gift meant, freedom to fuck without using condoms and gifting others like he has been gifted. Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads?" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load."

They say God makes no mistakes, and that everything is part of His plan. If anyone doubted that statement, they would have to look no further than Lucas Maxwell as proof. Lucas, or Buck to his friends, had a body that was obviously made by God. If not God himself then someone God-adjacent for rarely does one find such perfection in the male form as they did with Buck. At 18 he stood 6’3” in bare feet, 189 with 5.3% body fat, lean, smooth, cut muscle that was covered with unblemished skin tanned by hours and hours of swimming under a Kansas sun. Though born to a farmer, Buck had taken to water as if he were part fish at a young age. His strong form and endless energy had slowly transformed the boy from a large, midwestern bull to a lean, dangerous creature in the water. He had joined the high school water polo team as a freshman and was made varsity that same year. Since then, he has broken record after record with points scored, passes made and sprints won across the state. His blond hair, blue-eyed face adorned banners in the crowd as people cheered the Bishop Carroll Catholic Eagles on to win after win his senior year, his name being yelled loudest by the female fans. He was a looker alright and everyone, but Buck seemed to know it. Buck’s parents were devoutly religious folks and had raised the boy to not care about things carnal and to devote his life to being the best person he could be. Sure, he liked girls, even had a steady one. He wore her promise ring and had made out with her night after night in the back of his pickup truck looking up at the moon. They had talked about getting married and finally being able to have sex, he was hoping for a scholarship to Pepperdine or Gannon, both great faith-based colleges and she could move closer and be his wife. God willing of course. As God would have it though, Buck was destined for much more than he expected when UCLA came calling and offered him a free ride to one the best water polo programs in the world. The offer was far beyond what he and his parents had expected, and they had little choice but to accept. They thanked God and the church had a huge sending-off party for him. His girl would have to wait for him, there was simply no way for her to afford California and he was going to be pretty busy with the team. He felt dizzy when he walked off the plane at LAX, the sheer amount of people rushing by the concourse was more than he had seen in one place ever! He found a guy with a cardboard sign that said his name standing there looking around. “Hey!” he said walking over, “I reckon that’s me.” The guy looked Buck’s age, maybe a little younger, he was skinny but in a toned way, like you could tell there were some muscles under the baggy clothes. His hair was wild, darkish blond with streaks of gold in it…he looked like a surfer guy dressing up in normal clothes. He looked up and down at Lucas, taking the whole sight in, “You’re Lucas Maxwell?” he asked awe in his voice. “One and only, my friends call me Buck.” He held out a paw of a hand the surfer took it, “Matty, I’m one of the equipment managers for the team. They had me come and make sure you didn’t get lost…you play Wopo?” Buck nodded and smiled, “I hope so or they’re gonna ship me back.” Matty chuckled, “Ok then,” he looked him up and down again, “Wow…alright, let’s go find your stuff.” Buck followed behind him, eager to start his new life. BUCK Los Angels is a big ass place! I mean I know that makes me sound like some kind of yokel but shucks, there are too many darned people here. If this Matty guy wasn’t here I would have most likely wandered off and fell into a well or something. I mean everyone walked so fast, they talked like they were in an auction, and once we got into his car things went nuts! The freeway was just a bunch of loops and he drove like he was on fire! Everyone was just zooming by, and I held on to my John Deere cap for all I had, pretty sure I was about to meet my maker sooner than later. Matty thought it was funny the way I held on to the handle as we screamed through yellow lights, I really thought I was gonna piss my undies there for a moment. We screeched to a halt in front of the swim center, my stomach doing backflips as we came to a stop. “And here,” he said with a huge smile. I glanced over at him, eyes wide, “Were we being chased?” He laughed and got out, “Come on, let’s meet the team.” The place was huge, the pool itself was amazing, there were a dozen guys, all in perfect shape walking around the place, diving, swimming, just being. They were all in Speedos, something we didn’t wear back home. “Um, are those mandatory?” I asked Matty as we walked by. “What?” he looked, trying to see what I was talking about. I glanced at one of the Speedos and he laughed, “You mean the banana hammock? Yeah, don’t stress the team provides them.” That’s not what I was worried about. I was introduced to the coach; he wasn’t as old as my dad and looked like he was a world-class swimmer as well. He explained the program to me, but I wasn’t paying all that much attention, all I could see was the fact that he was wearing a Speedo as he talked, I felt myself get more and more concerned. “Anyways, I’m sure you’re beat. Matty, we put him in the freshman dorm, you wanna get him settled?” Matty nodded, “We have a whole dorm to ourselves, we have a room for freshmen, you’re the only one so you got it solo for the semester!” “On nice,” I said, dreading the eventual conversation that was coming. It was a nice room, for one person it was roomy, with plenty of space. I put my stuff down and looked around, this would do just fine I reckoned. “So, what do you do for fun?” Matty asked as I started to put my clothes away, “Tip cows? Chew tobacco? Chase sheep?” “You forgot marrying my sister and moonshine,” I joked. He nodded, “My bad, I was going for the classics.” “Me and my friends we hung out at the DQ, go shooting, the county fair was always fun…you know normal stuff.” He laughed, “Nothing you just said sounds normal…but it’s all good. We’ll teach you how to party West Coast style.” I raised an eyebrow, “And what does that include?” He started counting off on his fingers, “Drinking, sex, surfing, you know the holy trinity.” I must have made a face cause he backtracked, “Oh sorry, you’re a religious guy?” I nodded and showed him my crucifix, “Born again.” He nodded, “Cool, cool. I worship at the feet of Huey, God of surfing and no other. So, respect.” I wanted to point out there was only one God, but I think he was joking, and I just met the guy, so I shut up and kept unpacking. This was gonna take some getting used to. The next two days were nuts, getting my classes then learning my schedule, it was three days before I showed up for my first practice. And was instantly overwhelmed. One, there were triple the guys that were on my old team, so the locker room was packed. Second, they were all in such good shape! I mean I was fit but man, these guys looked like supermodels. And third, there was a pecking order, and I was on the bottom. A guy with reddish brown hair and a body that looked like it was designed by engineers to live underwater, came walking at me wearing only a Bruins blue Speedo on. He had a cocky grin that would have looked like a douchebag on anyone else, but I had to admit, he was a handsome guy, he must have a pretty steady girlfriend. “Heyseed,” he said raising a hand, “Get over here.” I was still in jeans and a T-shirt; I hadn’t been given a locker yet. “My name is Lucas,” I said putting my hand out. He just smiled, “Nope, Hayseed. I’m Dane and this is my team. You any good?” “Um…yeah?” He laughed, “Um yeah…ok. Not the confidence I was looking for, but we’ll see. Matty, what’s his locker?” Matty came jogging over, “72, that one boss.” “Go change out and let’s see what we’re working with,” he said looking me up and down, “Hopefully more than those jeans are showing.” He walked out before I could respond. “Don’t mind him, he’s paid to be a professional asshole. He’ll come around.” He showed me to my locker and there was everything laid out…and my Speedo. “So,” I said picking them up, “I have to wear these?” Matty nodded, “It’s uniform, why?” he looked down at my crotch, “You ashamed of something?” I felt my face redden as my hands covered my front automatically, “No, it’s just…we didn’t use these back home.” “Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore Toto, let me know if you need anything,” he said walking away, leaving me with a strip of cloth that was just going to be my own personal hell. I walked out into the pool area and was met with stunned looks and then an explosion of howls. “HOLY SHIT!” one of the guys screamed, “That kid is smuggling a snake!” “Whoa watch out!” one of them called out as they ducked, “You’re gonna take an eye out!” I really had thought I was over this stuff. You see, my folks liked to say I was born half fish by the way I swim, but my pals back home insisted I was half horse because of…my…well you know, my thing. It was big, I can’t deny it. It’s always been a thing but over the last year, it got bigger, a lot bigger, so much so that I took to wearing trunks when I swam to not…well to not be obscene. But here I was in a Speedo that was barely holding together and a dozen guys staring and pointing. “Well now,” Dane said walking over to me, his eyes locked on my junk, “That’s something huh?” I nodded, not sure what to say. “Ok then,” he said reaching out and grabbing it, “Pleasure to meet you, Hayseed.” I gasped as I jumped back, no one had ever touched me there before…I felt it twitch slightly as I covered myself. He laughed, “So you look fit, how do you swim?” “I can swim,” I said, sounding like a little kid. “Ok then, prove it.” And I did. I spent the next two hours showing them what I had, we did laps, scrimmaged, and finally ended up in a sprint between Dane and me. He won but not by much, I could tell by the end he was impressed enough. “Not bad Hayseed, I didn’t know they had real pools in Hicksville. You’re gonna need some work on your left side and your passing needs help but you got it. Get with Matty to take care of that ok?” He looked down and I wondered what he was talking about. “Just go show Matty, he’ll know what to do.” He walked away, ending the conversation, leaving me to wonder what the hell I had to do now, I walked in and found Matty by the coach’s office talking to one of the guys, he saw me and his eyes got wide. “Holy shit!” he said looking at my bulge, “What the fuck do they feed you in Kansas?” As always, I felt my face grow red as my hands moved in front of it, “Dane said you’d know what I need.” He was still just staring and nodding, “Yeah, I know what you need.” He didn’t elaborate so I asked, “What’s that?” His eyes met mine, “Yeah you need to shave, all of that has to go.” He was talking about the hair that used to be covered by my trunks that were exposed by the Speedo now. I shaved my legs to help with flow, but I had never gone to my pubes before. “Ok, I got 'em.” He shook his head, “Nope, we have a way here,” he said, moving towards me, “And first shave is a tradition.” “I can shave my…” I stopped as he grabbed my bugle and declared, “New meat coming though! New meat coming through!” He began to pull me through the locker room by my bulge, I was so shocked I walked a few steps before pulling back. “Don’t!” I snapped. He looked back confused but it was Dane who was in my face. “Problem rook?” “I don’t like guys touching my junk,” I said, not sure why he was involved. “Oh?” He asked, grabbing it himself, “Is that so?” “Stop,” I said and began to pull back, but he squeezed. “This is a team thing,” he said softly, “You too good for the team? Everyone else had it done…why not you?” My thing was getting hard…I never touched it unless I had to pee. Ma had said masturbating was self-harm so I left it alone…his hand was making it wake up something fast. I shook my head. “So then let Matty do what he is going to do and stop being such a bitch, got it?” I nodded. “Great,” he gave it one last squeeze and stepped back, “All yours Matty.” Matty walked up and grabbed my now hard penis through my speedos, “New meat coming through! New meat coming through!” I followed him miserably, my face feeling like it was going to burst into flames I was so embarrassed. We got to the shower area and there was a bench and some shaving equipment set up. “I’ll make this as painless as possible ok?” he said kindly and I nodded. “Ok. So, drop em and stand under a shower for a minute or so and then come back and sit down.” Taking a deep breath, I slid them off, the sound of my thing slapping against my abs sounded way too loud in my ears. I heard him gasp as I walked over to a shower, my pride and joy bobbing the whole way. “You remind me of my friend Archie,” he said as I rinsed off, “He had the same problem as you. Just too big.” “Really?’ I asked, rinsing my hair, “What did he do about it?” “Had a lot of sex.” That made me smile, “I wish,” I held up my promise ring, “I already got a gal.” “Engaged?” he asked. “Promise ring, it’s more important.” “Promise? Promise to what?” I turned the water off, “Promise to wait for each other, not to…you know…until we’re married.” His mouth dropped, “Hold up, you look like that, and have that…and you’re a virgin?” I nodded as I sat down on the bench, “Yeah, nothing wrong with that.” He looked me up and down, “Dude there is so much wrong with that. Ok, lay back on the bench, keep your legs spread, and don’t fight me.” I laid back, my heart pounding like a bass drum. I felt his hands touch between my thighs and I jumped. “Whoa there boy…” he said softly, “Relax…it’s ok…” I took a deep breath as he spread lather on my upper thighs, the feel of someone touching me there was all new and I felt my thing throb in response. “Oh…” I moaned, “This is wrong…” “Shh…” he said as he kept rubbing the lather on, “Just close your eyes…it’s ok…” I did as he said and the world went black as he stopped and I felt something hard touch my skin, “Don’t move,” he warned, and I felt him begin to shave me. The razor was cold as it slid up the inside of my thigh, but it felt good…not ticklish but…exciting. I felt gooseflesh form on my legs as he moved up beneath my balls and then stopped and went back down. “Ah…” I whimpered, feeling him nudge my nutsack. “See? Simple enough…” he said sliding up again, making my whole body shake. Oh my god…this had to be a sin! It felt so good… “Yeah, see? Doesn’t feel bad, does it?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Yeah, just lay there…it’ll be ok.” He moved to the other leg and I felt myself spread it out wider, getting into the feeling. “There you go, good boy…you got this.” The razor moved up and down and my abs were covered with…with stuff as my penis leaked like it never had before. He touched my ballsac and I gasped as he moved it aside, “Stay still…” he warned. He had a ball in his hand, oh my god…he was moving it aside so he could shave next to it but jeez… “Ok other side,” he said, grabbing the other one and a small moan slipped out of my mouth all by itself. “Yeah it’s ok bud…you got it…” He moved my balls around, making sure he got every inch of skin he could, and then patted my thighs, “Ok, turn over all fours.” I looked up at him, my thing just sticking straight up, “What?” “Need to get your ass, trust me, you’ll love it when I’m done.” I slowly got up, “I don’t need my ass done…” He nodded, “Come on man, it’s tradition.” Sighing I turned over, and got on all fours, straddling the bench. “Yeah, you’re a swimmer alright,” he said, his hands moving over my cheeks, “You got those perfect mounds of muscle that only swimming can make.” I shivered as he moved over my ass, “T-thanks…” I felt the razor move over my buns and I tried to will my thing to go down, but it was no use. In this position the head was rubbing against my eight-pack and…oh gosh it felt good…so good… I jumped when he spread my cheeks and began to shave down the middle, he was quick, and his movements were sure, but no one had ever touched me like this…my whole body was reacting, and oh…oh…it felt too good! This was a sin, I just knew it! He rinsed my crack and moved a hand between it, “Ok…hmmm…” “W-what?” I asked, afraid to look back. “Shit…hold on…I think some fell in.” “What?” “Shhh…” he snapped, and I closed my mouth, “Some of the hair fell in, if we don’t get it out now it will drive you nuts.” “Get it out?” “Face forward, mouth shut.” I did as he said, trying not to panic. “Ok…relax…don’t freak…” His finger poked at my hole, and I freaked. “NOOO!” I cried, trying to stand up but his hand pushed in my lower back and stopped me. “Chill, BUCK! Chill. Now.” I stopped struggling but my breathing was coming like I had been running a marathon. “Look bud, trust me, if it dries in there you are going to be miserable. Just chill the fuck out and let me get it now…or you will be crying all night. You trust me?” I nodded. “Then get back down and relax.” I slowly laid back down on all fours, closing my eyes. “Ok, deep breath,” he said, his finger touching my hole. I forced myself not to jump as I felt his fingertip push into me. He began to wiggle it around and my thing began to harden again, the tip smearing more stuff against my abs. “Fuck you’re tight…” he said as he forced more into me, “Little more…just a little…” Oh god! Oh god, he was in me…I could feel him start to fill me up…why was my thing so hard…oh no…. “Yeah almost,” he said, standing up behind me, “You need to relax man or I’m never gonna get it…” “I’m trying,” I whimpered, feeling my body tingle from the new sensations. “Ok, let’s try this…” His hand moved around my dick and my eyes flew open, “What?” “Shh…it’s ok…it’s ok…” he said as he slowly stroked me, “You need to relax…” Shit! His hand…I tried to pull away but all I did was force more of his finger into me, I pushed off and now I was just moving my dick in his hand! “Yeah see…you got it…” he said as I tried to find a way out of this but just continued to use his hand to jerk me off, this was wrong! “We-we can’t do this…” I panted. “Shhh, it's ok big guy, we’re just looking for a hair…nothing wrong…” “Ohhh…” I groaned as his first knuckle entered me, “Matty…” “I gotcha…I gotcha…” he said, sliding his finger slightly then pushing it back in. “OH!” I gasped as he began to slowly side it in and out of me…my leaking dick in his hand loving every second, “No…no…no…” I chanted as I felt him start to slowly side his hand over my length. “Yeah, come on big guy…we’re almost there…” he said, sliding his finger out and then replacing it with two! “OH GOD!” I cried out as my head went down to the bench, his hand speeding up on my cock. I was pushing back onto him now as I felt my weeping dick leak everywhere. I was rutting back like a pig in heat and there was nothing I could do to stop it! “Yeah, come on Buck…come on…you can do it…” I don’t know what he was talking about, but I was sliding back and forth now, shoving his two fingers into my virgin ass as his hand stroked my massive cock the whole time. Squeaks and whimpers were all I could make as I felt my swollen balls begin to tingle. “Oh lord…close…oh fuck…” I intoned. “Yeah, we almost there? We almost got it?” “So close…so close…” I panted… “Come on Buck…one…last…” He shoved his fingers all the way in, and my cock exploded. My mouth was open in a silent scream as I unloaded all over my abs. Cum dripped down on the bench as my ass spasmed around his fingers, fireworks went off in my head as I rammed his fingers deeper and deeper into me as I came. My whole brain was on fire as my cock wouldn’t stop cumming. After a minute of this, I felt my dick start to slow and he slipped his fingers out, making me gasp as they left. “And got it…” he said, slapping my ass, “See? Not so bad.” I still had my eyes closed, hunched over the bench as cum dripped from my eight-pack onto the wood below. All I could do was nod. “Ok, rinse up and you’re good,” he said collecting all the stuff, “Oh and don’t worry,” he said getting close to my ear, “Next time we can do it back in your room, so it isn’t out in the open.” I nodded and he walked away, whistling a happy tune. I slowly got up and looked at the mess on my abs and chest and walked over to the shower…feeling as guilty as all heck. As I turned on the water I began to rinse off and began to pray for forgiveness… Wait? Did he say next time? Fuck.

I’ve been to a few gangbangs, only as a top. It is my dream to be the bottom, locked in a sling and forced to take every raw cock that’s offered. I want to leave with my stomach filled with a gallon of semen, a few STDs, and a dislocated hip!! Woof!!

Yes, it happened to me a few years ago in Reno, on a Saturday morning. I was walking along the river and a tall, good-looking guy approached me and we started talking. I was 17 at the time and I thought it unusual that out of the clear blue a stranger would approach me and wanted to talk to me. He was very friendly and invited me to go with him in a university building on campus. I was intrigued, kinda felt what he wanted, and agreed to go with him. He told me that he was a professor and said that he was happy that I had agreed to accompany him. Then I knew what he wanted. He told me that he liked me, that I was handsome, and that he wanted to have sex with me. I agreed. He undressed me, had me stretch out on the couch in what was his office, undressed himself, spread my legs, and gently inserted his cock into my ass. It felt so good. We spent at least an hour together. He shot a couple loads inside me while commenting that I knew how to please a guy and that he had been turned on by my personality and beautiful ass. We never saw each other again. I enjoyed the experience and realised what direction my life would take.

I prefer to briefly suck any pole that is about to go up my ass, especially if it has just been pulled out of someone else's hole.

Met a guy the other day, a hot married bisexual daddy type. Started with him fucking me then I fucked him for a while in a few positions. Whilst I was spooning him he suddenly told me he was going to cum very soon, to which I replied 'are you not going to cum in me?' With that he got up and pushed me onto my front, and with a quick few wanks of his cock shot some ohf his load on my hole and then shoved his cock in to unleash the rest. Very satisfying indeed!

Plenty of times when I was 13-17. Always took 'em up on the offer. Got paid in cash, drugs, beer, food, even another boy a couple times.

The color red typically means fisting. Your armbands and chaps in your profile pic are lined with red. Your lube of choice being Jlube is typically associated with fisting as well.

Twins (Part 1) BACKGROUND INFORMATION This is a fictional story about 2 twins, Jack and Jeff. At the time of these events they were 6 feet tall with lean, swimmers builds weighing 170 pounds each and had matching 8 inch cut cocks. They discovered early on that they like sex with boys. They were both versatile and spent a lot of time naked with each other sucking, rimming and flip-fucking. Since they only played between themselves they never used condoms. On the night of their senior prom they double dated, but after they took their dates home they got a hotel room so that they could fuck each others brains out. They did this because they knew that once college started they wouldn't have the chance with each other since they chose different school based on different professional ambitions. At college Jeff was closeted. He dated around a little bit with different guys, and on the rare occasion when he had sex, he played safe and used a condom. On the other hand, Jack was out and became a total slut. Although he tried condoms, he preferred it raw. Jack also met some guys at school who introduced him to drugs. Before this Jeff and Jack had only drank and smoked an occasional joint. Jack tried a variety of drugs, coke, GHB, Ecstasy, and his favorite Tina. He started off snorting and smoking her, but soon learned to slam. With his use of drugs it didn't take long before he was pozzed. Jack accepted his fate and the more he thought about being poz, the more it turned him on. It turned him on so much that it gave him the idea to poz his twin. The boys talked on the phone often and shared their sexual experiences as they would jack off together over the phone. Jeff was honest with Jack about his sexual encounters and his use of condoms. Jack never really lied to Jeff, he just 'implied' that he played safe like his brother did. THE STORY Jack and Jeff were twin brothers. They were 19 year old freshmen at two different colleges. Spring break was quickly approaching and Jack had a plan. Since their spring breaks did not coincide with each other he was going to suggest to Jeff that he could go to Jeff's school for his spring break, then Jeff could come to his for the following week. Jeff loved the idea (actually he loved the thought of he and Jack fucking like rabbits). If he only knew what Jack had in store for him. Spring break came and Jack hoped in his car ready to make the 6 hour drive to his brother's campus. He quickly went down his mental check list to make sure he had every thing he would need, clothes, shoes, money, weed laced with Tina, CHECK! Off he drove. Jack pulled up to his brother's dorm. Jeff was lucky, his roommate quit a few weeks into the term. That left him with the room to himself. Jack climbed out of his car, grabbed his bag and headed into the building, up the stairs and down the hall. There he stood at his brother's door pondering if he could go through with his plan.....he knocked on the door. Jeff opened the door and the two brothers hugged and stepped in the room so that they could do what they really wanted to do, kiss. They sat down, had a beer and Jack pulled out a (Tina laced) joint for them to share. They no more then roached it when they began to kiss again. Jeff mad the comment how strange this weed made him feel and how horny he was getting. In no time they were naked and 69'ing. Jack took his time to let his plan unfold. Jack began to lick Jeff's tight hole. Jeff was moaning like a bitch in heat that hadn't been fucked in months (in reality it was longer then that). Jeff commented on how horny the weed made him feel and looked at Jack and said "I need to be fucked bro, now!" Jack help maneuver Jeff on his back, lifted his legs to his shoulders and lined his 7" (poz) cock up with his brother's (neg) hole. Since Jack had become a slut he could last a long time. Jack planed on making sure his brother's hole was abused and bruised. Jack looked into his brother's eyes and he felt that tingle in his balls. He kissed Jeff and whispered to him "I've been saving this load for you for a few weeks". Then he grunted out "HERE IT CUMS!" as he shot (what seemed like a gallon of) his poz cum deep in side he brother. Jack held himself inside his brother for a while to make sure nothing leaked out of his (neg) hole. Jack wasn't finished with Jeff yet. He wanted to show his bro what he had learned and soon was working his dick into another erection to go for round two. Jack asked his brother if he was able to take a second pounding. As sex starved as Jeff was he quickly said "Hell ya!" Jeff kissed his brother as he felt his brother growing hard again in side him. Jeff smiled and threw his had back as Jack pounded and filled his hole for the second time. Through the week of Jack's spring break visit he seeded his brother at least twice a day. If this didn't poz Jeff, the following week when he goes to Jack's school should!

Yesterday at the local Adult Store Arcade. Went around noon, covered the screen with my hoodie, pulled my shorts down to expose my big smooth ass in my black jockstrap. Bent over the chair and spread my legs. Didn't even take 5 minutes before the first guy just slide in me. He came in me and left. As he was walking out I heard another guy say " did you cum in him, hot it's my turn" I barely had enough time to get myself repositioned on the chair and he was already sliding in me. That went on for about an hour, I didn't really count, but it was safe to say 11.. lol. Slowed down a little after that, about 10 mins nutes went by and nothing, until I felt a finger slide in me. This guy ate my ass for almost 15 minutes pausing only to finger me a little. Her finished himself off on my ass then left. 4 more guys came in my booth and helped themselves dumping their hot loads in my ass. Needless to say it was a good day, one ass eating, a long with 15 decent sized dicks cumming in me. I felt like a proper cumdump..

I was going to say this was me sitting on raw cock, but I was actually getting off, so I could suck it for a bit.

I fuckin LOVE Tex Davidson. Here's another BBBastards vid with him fucking Liam Angelli. I could take or leave the big daddy Will, but Liam drives me NUTS!!!!!!! So him and Tex... fuck yes!!!! [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/42294/bear-threesome-with-tex-davidson/

It’s just a pity that they are so hard to find…

The BIG DIFFERENCE between Gates & Kennedy Jnr. is that Gates is only PROVIDING money & a public voice to the IMPORTANCE & BENEFITS of vaccines. Kennedy meanwhile is being very vocal about HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS & DAMAGING RESEARCH that are NOT APPROPRIATE for a ley (no medical qualification) member of the public. One only needs to read the reports regarding HIS OPINIONS & the results of the Measles outbreak in Western Samoa. This outbreak can, without doubt, be attributed to his remarks regarding vaccination & the community BELIEVING HIM.

Could it possibly be that it was due to the personal prejudices of that CBP officer? We all know now that the rate of rejected entry has increased exponentially - and that they can now say and do pretty much whatever they want. At least the US still officially (for now) allows entry for HIV+ people - unlike Australia (if you are looking to get any non-visitor visa).

Hooked up on BBRTS with a pal who’d fucked me previously a few times at group sessions but not for a couple of years. He asked if I was into toilet sex which I clarified with him was fucking at the restrooms at a shopping centre near him. I hadn’t done that for some years but was up for it and drove across town to the shops. I had to get there by a certain time as he was bisexual and needed to sneak away from his wife. I messaged him when I arrived at the carpark and he said he’d be there in 5 minutes. I was unsure which restrooms to go to but recognised him and followed him into the restroom and the cubicle. I pulled down my pants and applied some lube. I noticed he wasn’t fully hard so sucked his cock. I bent over but first handed him my phone set up to video. He started pushing in the head of his cock then all the way in and started pumping. The rest room, which wasn’t all that large, had a squeaky door and what had been quiet when we arrived seemed to have a constant stream of people coming and going. I was sure they must have heard the slapping of his balls and body against my ass although otherwise we kept quiet, no moaning. He didn’t stop or slow down. I also was sure our shadows or extra feet under the doors were a giveaway but he seemed unconcerned, this was his local hookup spot. He came in my ass and then we carefully left made more tricky by the fact that the cleaner had arrived. Afterwards he messaged me to say he’d “forgotten how hot your tight hole is and fuck I was horny”. He explained he’d not cum for several weeks and so I’d got “one big mother load”.

So good to hear that there are still top guys out there who are poz and do go off meds to poz other guys.

So, it turns out I was a vital part of the team! Dane explained it to me one night in his room after he had fucked me raw and then bred me like I was his girl. “We work hard, with practice and class and everything, there’s no time for girls and dating. But look at us Hayseed, we’re studs, we were meant to fuck, and how can we do that without girls? “Me?” I asked, his cum draining out my hole, what they call my cunt or pussy. That was what I was to them, a team pussy. He nodded, “Team slut is vital to our success, without him we would be all wired up, needing to fuck something, and unfocused.” He shoved two fingers into my leaking hole, and I gasped, “But this, this jock cunt…it gives us a release…it brings up closer together. Don’t you want that?” I nodded, biting my bottom lip as he tickled my pussy with his fingers. “You are so hot,” he said, nibbling on my neck as he fingered me. I moved my head, surrendering to his molestation. In the past week, I learned how much I loved to have my body touched. I had denied myself these sensations for so long that I was desperate to make up for lost time. There was a knock on the door, “Hey Dane, you got the slut?” He laughed, “Yeah come in.” Trevor walked in; he was a dark-haired stud with a body that looked like it was built for water polo. Big, solid, lean, just hot as fuck. “You guys busy?” Dane moved me until my ass was pointing at him, “I just dumped a load into him, don’t even need lube.” Trevor pulled his clothes off and mounted me from behind. I shivered as I felt his cock push into my abused hole…within seconds he had me moaning like the whore I had become. The rest of the weekend was pretty much a lot of that. I got drunk for the first time, they had me stripped to just my briefs and I stumbled from dorm room to dorm room, where the guys stood at their doors, cocks waiting to be sucked. It ended with Dane fucking me in the middle of the hall, my legs spread as the team jerked off over me. I must have passed out because the next thing I know I am in my bed and my cell is going off. Groaning I reached over and picked it up, “Yeah?” “Lucas?” My eyes flew open as I heard my dad’s voice, “Dad!” I said sitting up way too fast. “Why are you home?” I sat there confused for a moment, I understood all the words in the sentence but it made no sense… “Um, sleeping?” “Aren’t you supposed to be in church?” FUCK! I completely forgot it was Sunday… “Oh, yes sir, I wasn’t feeling well…” I gave a cough, “So I stayed home rather than infecting innocent people.” There was silence for what felt like an hour, “You haven’t called your mom in over a week, you’re missing church and I bet you haven’t read your bible since you got there. I didn’t send you to college to forget The Lord.” Fuck fuck fuck… “I’m sorry sir, with practice and everything it has been overwhelming. I will make an effort…” “No, we’re past that point,” he snapped, “I am flying out this weekend, I am going to see this new life of yours with my own eyes. And if I see you have strayed off the path, you’re coming home with me. No discussion, no argument. So, either be sure your ducks are in a row or pack your stuff now.” I opened my mouth to argue but he hung up. “Fuck,” was all I could say. Monday morning at practice I told Dane as he made me suck his cock on my hands and knees in the locker room. “So, your dad is coming to what? Do a room check?” I shook my head and came off his cock, “He is going to want to see everything. The team, practice, he wants to know what I’ve been doing.” He grabbed the back of my head and shoved it back down on his cock, “Well you’ve been doing your duties…but I guess we can’t just say that.” I shook my head as I licked his shaft. Matty walked in and laughed, “Looks like slut is starting earlier,” he said, his hand moving over my smooth ass, “I got time to fuck him?” Dane said nothing and then looked over at Matty as if he hadn’t even noticed him walk in, “What? No, we have a problem. Hayseed’s dad is coming to check on him and if he doesn’t like what he sees he’s pulling him from the team.” “What!” Matty cried, “But we are tearing it up!” “I know, and…we can’t lose one of our best players,” he ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt a thrill move through me as he complimented me, “I mean I guess we just pretend while he is here but that doesn’t stop him from pulling this shit again.” Matty nodded, “We need a solution to the problem, not the symptom.” “Well, brainiac, you have an idea?” Dane asked the surfer. “No, but I know someone who might.” A couple of minutes and a load swallowed later Matty was Facetiming with a super cute high school kid in a dark blue blazer and tie. He was at some fancy private school with people walking around behind him, “Matty! What’s up?” “Hey Gray,” he said, “This is Dane and Buck, they’re on my water polo team and we have a problem.” Gray looked up both up and down and a small smile crossed his face, “Nice problem to have, what’s the problem?” Matty explained it to the kid and when he was done, he sat there, musing it over. “So, what do we do?” Matty asked him. “Your instincts are right, if you just pretend every time Buck doesn’t call or do whatever he can show up and you’ll have to do it all over again. You need to neutralize him in one shot.” “Neutralize? This is my dad we’re talking about!” I spat. Gray smiled, “Relax Wilbur, it’s a term of engagement, I’m not talking about killing your dad. I’m talking about changing his point of view once and for all.” “How?” Dane asked, realizing Gray seemed to be much smarter than a normal high school kid. “Ok, well Buck here was a virgin, Christian closet case, right? Never been touched, sex-starved, the basics.” Both Matty and Dane nodded. “So let me ask the obvious question, Buck, why are you an only child?” They all looked at me and I felt my face grow red, “Um, it’s personal…” Gray sighed, “Do you want help or not?” I nodded. “Answer the question.” “I…I heard my mom explain to one of my aunts that…that he hurt her.” Dane looked shocked, “He hit her?” “Nonono!” I said waving my hands, “I mean…” “He means his cock is too big,” Gray finished for me, and I nodded. Matty looked at the phone, “How could you guess that?” “Look at his speedo, it’s barely hanging on. I know I got mine from my dad, I assumed he did the same. So, we’ve seen this before at the school, you have a perfectly fine student, but the dad is weird with the whole serve-and-obey vibe we have. So, we look into what makes the dad tick and hit them on their weak side.” Dane sounded upset, “How does that help us?” “Cause you already have the weak side.” We all just stared at him confused. Sighing he shook his head, “Look, the kid was a big dicked, undersexed monster being held back by his aggressive religion, right?” We all nodded. “What is there to make us believe the dad isn’t exactly the same? Would he jerk off?” he asked me. “Oh, hell no, that’s a sin against everything he taught me. Every time you masturbate you burn a piece of your soul.” Gray laughed, “Well then I’m a god damned demon,” he looked at Matty, “Throw a team party, a nice one. No girls, just a get-together…I’m gonna send you a packet, stir it into some punch, and wait.” “What is it?” I asked him. “Here we call it icebreaker, we use them at new parent meetings to loosen up the uptight ones. They come in all upstanding citizens; they all leave foaming-at-the-mouth perverts. Make sure he drinks a cup and then watch, when you can see him wavering…make a move. He will be more than receptive.” “You want them to mess with my dad?” I asked, stricken. “You want him off your back? You want him to understand that sex is ok, and he needs to unclench?” I nodded. “Then let these guys plow your dad for a couple of hours until he is screaming for more. I assure you, he will never bug you about it again.” “Thanks, Gray, how’s Archie?” He smiled, “Good, he graduated from Obey and is out in Florida right now doing missionary work on some TikTok boys. And by recruiting, I mean riding them like naughty ponies until they apply to Eden.” Matty laughed, “Send me videos! Tell him I miss him.” “Will do, good luck!” and he hung up. Dane looked at us both, “So a party huh?” I nodded weakly, were they really going to fuck my dad? He flew in on Thursday, so he could watch our match on Saturday. Matty and I picked him up in his car. I made the surfer drive nicer than when he had brought me in. My dad looked at Matty’s car and made a face but said nothing. He sat in the backseat as we drove him to his hotel. “How was the flight?” I asked him, turning around in my seat. “Turn around and sit down!” he snapped, “I don’t trust these godless heathens to drive properly.” I turned around and sat down, Matty covering his laughing with a hand. We got him to the hotel in silence and he told me I was staying with him tonight. “You aren’t leaving my sight until this weekend is over.” I said bye to Matty and carried his luggage up to the room. We checked in, and when we got to the room he began to unpack while I sat on the other bed, not sure what to do. “I don’t have any pajamas,” I said, hoping I could slip away to my dorm for a while. “Sleep in your underwear,” he said gruffly, “You’re not nine.” Man, he was in a mood. “So, you want me to order us some food?” “From room service? I’m not paying through the ass for a cold hamburger!” “No from Ubereats! I can have it delivered,” I said holding my phone up. He looked at it like it was an alien creature, “You know what I like,” he said grabbing some clothes and walking into the bathroom and slamming the door. I ordered us some pizza and drinks and then called Dane. “Hayseed, how’s daddy?” “In a mood, is everything set up?” “Yeah, Matty got the Eden shit, we’ll mix up a bowl for the party and have some brownies on hand just in case.” “He is really pissed,” I said looking at the bathroom, “I think his mind is already made up.” “Then it’s up to us to change it, don’t worry bud, Matty swears this Gray kid knows his shit.” “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” A few minutes later my dad walked out in just a pair of briefs as he dried his hair. He was in great shape for his age, in fact, he was in great shape for any age. He had played football in college and working on the farm had kept him in shape all this time, but what stood out the most was his bulge. The kid was right, I did get my big dick from him. He was completely soft, and it strained at the thin, white cotton material as if it wanted to break free. I forced myself to look away as I realized it was turning me on, this was not the time or place. I saw we still had almost an hour for the pizza, so I grabbed fresh towels and went to rinse the sweat off of me. LA was burning up today and a shower sounded nice. I stripped and rinsed, wishing I was back at the dorm. As a team slut if I was in the shower and anyone wanted to get served then they’d just come into my stall and start fucking me. It was a nice tradition; one I wish someone would take advantage of right now. I could do this, one night without sex, just get through it and hope the party fixes things. We ate and went to sleep, both of us reading our bible and praying before turning off the lights. I tossed and turned, I loved college and I loved playing water polo, if my dad just yanked me out of school, I had no idea what I would do. I couldn’t just go back to nowhere and pretend to be the guy I used to be. I was about to drift off when my dad snored and mumbled something in his sleep. I looked over and saw he had kicked his covers off…so he was lying in his briefs on the mattress, legs spread as he dreamed. There was a little light coming through the window so I could see the massive bulge from his hard cock, and I was shocked. I knew I had a big dick but fuck me. My parents were in their senior year in high school when they had me, so my dad wasn’t even 40 yet and looked good. He had darker hair and a bigger build, nice abs but not very defined. He had a man’s body, not a gym body and it was super attractive. But that bulge made it all just too much. I sat there and just stared, wanting to see it so bad I could scream. My own dick was throbbing, and I got up and ran to the bathroom so I could jerk off before he woke up and caught me staring. One hand was a blur on my cock as I jerked off, the other over my mouth to prevent my moans from being heard. My load was massive, images of my dad’s cock flashing before my eyes. It felt so dirty, but as with everything I had done the past few weeks, felt so fucking good. I ate the load off my hand and cleaned up, making sure everything was in place before going back to bed. The next morning I was shaken awake, so we could pray. Thankfully he had dressed as we went to our knees and gave thanks to Jesus for another glorious day. I closed my eyes and went through the motion, I still believed in God, but this bible bullshit was lost on me now. God made me this way, he made sex pleasurable…my dad just needed to be shown that. We had breakfast and then went to practice. The team had been told my dad was shadowing me, so everyone was on their best behavior. It was funny seeing these guys who had fucked me raw the last month saying yes Mr. Maxwell, no Mr. Maxwell, can I get you a water Mr. Maxwell? If he only knew. The gig was almost up when Robert, one of the defensive men, walked by and tapped my speedo for luck, as everyone had since I joined the team. I froze and looked to see if my dad saw it. He had and shook his head but didn’t seem upset, “Nice to know there is still grabassing in the locker room.” Whew, that was close. We made a show of it, being super focused all through practice. No goofing around, no trash talk, just us being the finest athletes we could be in hopes of impressing him. Afterward in the locker room, Dane explained to my dad, that we usually met at one of the frat houses for a social and to go over this weekend’s match and he was welcome to join us. “How many girls are going to help you go over the match?” he asked sarcastically. “Oh, no sir, no girls, just the team.” My dad seemed suspicious but said he would tag along, nonetheless. Dane was a legacy for one of the bigger jock frats on campus, he had pulled a few strings to make sure the house was empty on a Thursday night. We pulled up to the house and my dad frowned, “This looks like a party place.” I kinda lost it, “Well we are in college dad, after we have done our homework and played our meet, we’re allowed to have a party.” He looked at me like I had grown a second head, “You drink at these parties?” I thought back to the other night when I got fucked up on edibles and poppers and ended up being double-teamed in the hot tub…but I don’t think that was what he was asking. “No sir, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like the gathering.” He frowned as we got out of the car, there was no winning with this man. When we walked in I almost burst out laughing as I heard classical music being played over the speakers. They were overdoing it and then there was what they were doing now. The guys were all in buttoned-up shirts, standing around talking, it was hands down the best role-play I had ever seen. If I had been fucked by every single one of these guys mercilessly, I would have thought they were normal, upstanding boys. “Lucas!” Dane said seeing us walk in. I think it was the first time he ever used my real name, “You guys made it!” he said walking over to us. “Here, I made this for you.” He handed me a red solo cup filled with a red punch, which my dad took from me instantly, “What’s this? Booze?” Dane’s eyes got wide, “No sir, just some supplements for post-workout.” My dad raised an eyebrow at him, “Likely story, so what if I drink it?” Dane just shrugged his shoulders. “Supplements…” my dad murmured as he downed the cup in one gulp. We all stared as he rolled the liquid around in his tongue before swallowing. “Well, didn’t taste like alcohol.” “It wasn’t sir, I promise,” Dane assured him. My dad held the cup up, “Well then, fill it up again.” Dane smiled and took the cup from him, “Yes sir!” Matty came over as my dad followed Dane and his drink, “I told him that would work,” he said once my dad was out of hearing. “What’s in the punch?” Matty shrugged, “No idea but Gray assured is it would work.” I watched as Dane handed my dad another cup and he drank it down quickly. “Here”, he said handing me another cup, “This punch is safe, that way it doesn’t look like you’re avoiding it.” I took a sip and it was punch but it had an aftertaste, I watched my dad as Dane and him talked as he poured a third cup. “How long does it take?” “Like I know? Gray said just give it time,” he said sipping his from his own cup. We all watched my dad as we drank. Slowly he began to change, becoming more relaxed, more at ease until he finally burst out laughing, shocking all of us. “You guys cannot tell me you actually enjoy this music?” he asked, his face flushed. “What’s your poison?” Dane asked. “Got any George Strait?” Dane changed the playlist and country music came blasting from the speakers. “There you go!” my dad said, his forehead damp with sweat. “Why is it so hot in here?” “Well shoot Mr. Maxwell,” Dane said reaching over and undoing the first button of my dad’s shirt, “It’s just us guys, get comfortable.” My dad let him undo his shirt and then took it off, leaving him in just a wifebeater. “Come sit down,” Dane said, guiding him to a couch, “Don’t forget your drink.” My dad grabbed his cup and finished it as Dane sat him down, “Guys, come on, let’s not leave Mr. Maxwell out there on his own.” He took his shirt off and the rest of the team followed. I took mine off, damn it was hot in here, did we have the heater on? “Come on bud,” Matty said, guiding me to the couch, “Can I get another cup for you Buck?” He dumped me on the other end of the couch, and someone handed me a cup, “Drink up,” they said. I nodded and downed it, the fruity taste was sweet and seemed to just make me more thirsty. “How you liking LA so far sir?” Dane asked my dad, who seemed to be staring at the bottom of his cup. “What? Oh, I hate it, den of sinners…” he mumbled as someone took his cup and handed him another. “Do you not have air conditioning?” he asked. Dane nodded, “Yeah we just turned it on. Here take your boots off, relax.” He pulled my dad’s boots off, taking his socks as well. I kicked my shoes off as well, I pulled my undershirt off, and wiped my chest off as Matty handed me another cup. “Thanks,” I said, sucking it down greedily. “Look, your son seems to have the right idea,” Dane said, pointing to me. My dad looked over at me with unfocused eyes, looking right through me for a moment. “Here,” he said pulling at my dad’s wife beater, “It’ll make you feel better.” “Not proper to be half naked…” he mumbled as he let Dane strip him. He fell back onto the couch, eyes closed as he panted. “Damn,” Dane said, his hands moving over my dad’s chest, “Hell of a chest Mr. Maxwell.” I just stared as his hands roamed over the meaty pecs. My dad grumbled at first but when Dane plucked a nipple he gasped and gave a small, little whine that made my cock jump. “Your son has a nice set of tits too,” he said, twisting both now, making my dad’s head thrashed from side to side as he moaned. “So sexy,” Matty said, grabbing my nipples. The shock made me moan loudly as I felt him straddle my waist and start to play with my body. I wanted to tell him no, that my dad was right there but his fingers were making me feel so good that when he leaned down and kissed me I kissed him back, not caring who saw what. Dane leaned in and whispered in my dad’s ear, “Looks like it’s a party now…” and turned my dad’s face to the side, his gaze falling on me and Matty. “Lucas?” he said distantly as he watched me make out with the surf stud. “Your boy is hot,” Dane whispered, licking the outside of my dad’s ear, making him shudder, “Just like his daddy…” Dane’s tongue slipped into his ear and my dad’s eyes closed as he let out a groan. Dane moved his head to the side and began to nibble on his neck, making my dad whimper with each bite. Matty and I stopped kissing as I watched Dane grab my dad’s face and turn it back, leaning down and kissing him. At first, my dad was motionless, no doubt his mind in shock as he felt another man’s mouth on his…Dane began to twist his nipples and my dad slowly began to kiss him back, his hands moving up and pulling Dane down into an embrace. I just stared open-mouthed, watching my born-again Christian dad make out with Dane inches from me. I felt something press against my face, I turned and saw Matty’s cock inches from my mouth. He smiled and pushed it in. The fear of my dad sitting right next to me was overridden by the conditioning of the last month of accepting any cock given to me. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him down on top of me, his thick cock filling my mouth completely as I lavished all my attention on it. I could feel his hands moving through my hair, the shudders his body made when I swirled my tongue around his head…I loved making these guys crazy with lust. I heard Dane’s voice, “Look at your boy suck on that cock…” My dad’s voice cracked, “Buck…no…” but there was no emotion behind it. I glanced over and saw he was just watching me, eyes locked on me servicing the cock in my mouth. “Look how talented he is,” Dane said but my dad shook his head. “Not right…sinful…” “If it’s so sinful,” Dane asked, “Why are you so hard watching it?” He grabbed the bulge in my dad’s pants, and I saw his eyes flutter as he let out a hearty groan and his head fell back. Dane’s hands undid my dad’s belt in a flash, “Lift your hips, sir,” he said, and fuck all if my dad didn’t do just that, obediently lifting up as Dane pulled the slacks off, leaving my dad in only his white briefs. His bugle was obscene as it clearly showed his cock snaking to the left as he watched me suck Matty off. He was clearly dazed as his hand moved over his cock and he began to rub it through the thin cotton. He was touching himself watching me suck someone off! Dane moved his hand over my dad’s bulge, and I saw my dad shudder as he allowed the other hand to take over, “So hot right? Look at him take that…” My dad was just staring, he nodded slowly as Dane gripped his cock through the briefs, “You see everything we taught your boy…he has such skills…you wanna see?” Another slow nod as Dane kept stroking him. “Matty, you’re done,” Dane said, and the surfer climbed off my chest, his cock slipping out of my mouth. Dane locked eyes with me and made kissy sounds like you would to a dog, “Come here boy…crawl…” My dad locked eyes with mine as I crawled across the couch on all fours. As I got closer, I saw him hold his breath, as if he was not believing what was happening. Once I got close Dane grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down, “Get the bone! Good boy…get that bone!” He pressed my face against my dad’s cock, and I moaned as I began to mouth the cock that brought me into the world like the whore I was. He was so big! I heard him gasp as he whimpered, “Buck?” “Get in there!” Dane ordered and I began to slather the briefs with my spit, exposing the thick veins of his cock through the thin material. I moaned as I began to work the meat over, my dad just looking down, his hands by his chest as if afraid to touch me. “You feel your boy’s mouth? Feel that on your cock?” Dane asked. My dad nodded, open-mouthed, “Pull your underwear off…feed him the real thing.” My dad shook his head, just watching me, Dane grabbed a hunk of my hair and pulled my face up. I knew what he wanted. “Please Daddy…let me suck your dick.” Slowly my dad’s hands went to his waistband, never looking away from me. He slowly pulled them off, his cock springing free, slapping up against his stomach as he slipped them off. I reached out and grabbed it by the base and he whimpered again. “Tell him what you want sir…tell your boy what you want him to do…” His hands hovered over my head as he just stared through me…and finally, I felt him grip my head, “Suck your daddy’s cock,” My dad said, pushing me down on it. My tongue rolled around his head, and he moaned as he shoved me down harder, choking me with his massive cock. His hips came off the couch as he thrust up, face fucking me like I was just some slut he picked up. I heard cheering from the guys along with different lights coming on as they filmed us with their phones. I didn’t care and my dad didn’t either, we were too caught up in whatever this was, he was panting my name as he stabbed his cock into my mouth, “Take it Buck…fucking take it…” Hearing my dad’s voice just made me insane. I was making my daddy feel good and I wanted more. Tears welled in my eyes as he forced more and more of his cock down my throat, I was gagging from the monster, but I didn’t back off. I wanted to make my daddy feel good, I needed to… My head was pulled off and I was thrown to the other side of the couch onto my back. Matty spread my legs and started to eat me out aggressively. “Fuck!” I moaned as I felt his tongue force its way into my ass. Dane grabbed my dad’s head and forced him to stare, “Look, watch as my boy eats Buck’s pussy.” “Buck…has a pussy?” he asked, confused, watching me writhe like a whore under Matty’s tongue. “Oh yeah, your son has the tastiest pussy on campus…” Dane kept saying, “He spreads his legs for all of us…we’re all addicted to it. Your son is the best slut…” “Buck is a slut?” my dad asked, not looking away. “The best slut…” Dane whispered. Matty kept my legs spread as he violated my hole, I looked over and saw my daddy practically drooling watching me get eaten out, he was slowly stroking his own cock, I don’t even think he was aware of it. Watching me on my back was turning him on something bad. “You wanna see him get fucked?” Dane asked him. My dad slowly nodded. “Light him up, Matty.” Matty sat up and wiped his mouth and smiled, “You ready cunt?” I looked up and nodded and he wasted no time. His thick cock thrust into me, and I moaned as I felt him split me open. He held my legs wide as he slammed into me like a man possessed. My mind was fuzzy as I lay there and enjoyed the feeling of my cunt being tickled… “See? Look how well he takes that cock…” Dane said, reminding me my dad was watching this. I looked over and Dane had taken hold of my dad’s cock and was stroking it for him, I could see my dad’s eyes roll back as he let the jock service him as he watched his son get plowed. I watched as Dane pushed my dad back onto the couch, slowly moving his hand up and down that thick shaft, until my dad was leaning all the way back, legs open. Dane held the cock by its base and began to lick at the head, causing my dad to moan out loud. I watched in fascination as Dane slathered his tongue all over my dad’s cock, making the normally stoic man curse under his breath as he felt the college jock lap at his balls, making him shake. My dad was so out if he didn’t notice that Dane was going lower and lower…beneath his balls, to his taint…until my dad’s legs were up in the air and his ass cheeks were being spread. “Wait,” my dad said, suddenly waking up, “No…what are you…” Dane looked up, “Hit him.” One of the guys came up behind my dad plugged one nostril and placed a bottle of poppers under the other. “Deep breath…” My dad inhaled, confused as to what was going on, the bottle was switched. “One more…” He did as ordered, and he made a face from the smell… “Oh god…” he said, his head falling back, and I could tell the fumes had hit him. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Dane smiled, “Better…” and began to eat him out. My dad mumbled as his head rolled to one side, drool rolling down his chin as another hit of poppers was forced into him. Dane kept ravishing my dad’s virgin hole, sending all new sensations through his body…wearing down his resistance one lick at a time. By the time the poppers had worn off my dad was whimpering as Dane speared into him over and over. Dane pulled back, “Hold your legs open slut.” I lost it as I saw my dad grab his own knees and spread his legs wide as the guys cheered, their phones held high. Dane went back to work, and I watched my dad push his ass back into the jock’s face. “You like watching your daddy get eaten out?” Matty asked as he slammed into my cunt. I moaned and nodded. “Hey, Dane…where do you think Buck here got his hungry pussy from?” Dane pulled off my dad’s ass, “That’s a great question…I wonder if it’s genetic. We should do some science…” Dane put two fingers to my dad’s mouth, “Get 'em wet whore…” My dad opened his mouth and licked the fingers, sucking on them as the guys cheered again. Dane slipped them out and moved them between his legs, “Experiment one, does Mr. Maxwell have a cunt button?” My dad gasped as Dane slid two fingers into his ass, tickling him in places he never dreamed a guy would touch. “Oh…no…” my dad moaned as Dane went further in, “Unclean…a sin…” And then his eyes shot open as his hips came off the couch, “FUCK!” “Found it,” Dane chuckled, and the guys cheered again as they filmed him. “Oh…oh!” my dad cried as Dane stabbed his bitch button over and over, making my dad’s cock leak as he held on for dear life. “Yeah, you like that slut? You like me fingering your cunt?” Dane asked. My dad’s head thrashed side to side as he kept sobbing from the violation, but it was obvious from his cock that he was loving every second. “Come on old man…tell me…you like me tickling your pussy?” my dad bit his bottom lip and Dane shoved three fingers in, “ANSWER!” “OH FUCK! Oh god…finger my cunt…harder…more…” my dad babbled, hearing the hunger in his voice made my cock twitch. “You want more?” Dane asked, still jabbing that spot, my dad nodded, sweat falling down his face, “Well how can I turn that down?” Dane slipped his fingers out and grabbed my dad’s ankles, spreading his legs like a wishbone. He looked over at one of the guys, “You getting this?” the guy nodded as Dane plunged his cock into my dad’s virgin hole. “SHIT!” my dad screams as he feels Dane’s huge cock take his cherry. “Oh yeah, it’s genetic, this is a tight ass pussy…come on slut…take that cock,” he said pulling his dick out halfway before slamming it home again. My dad let out a plaintive moan as he felt his ass cherry harvested for the first time. Straight, father, husband, born again, all of these things began to melt away as Dane’s cock slammed into his cunt button over and over…his grip on reality slowly melting. One of the guys put the poppers back under his nose and my dad inhaled willingly, his eyes rolling back as the effect hit him. Dane was ruthless, slamming into the man hard and swift, berating him the whole time. “Come on you fucking whore, think you’re better than us? Think you can come here and judge…how’s your pussy feeling daddy? You like that? You want more? Harder?” “M-more…” my dad stammered, his toes curling as Dane fucked him within an inch of his life. “You gonna fuck with us again? You gonna judge Buck?” He shook his head, tongue hanging out as he sobbed from being fucked. “Look at you two,” Dane said, moving my dad’s head in my direction so we could watch each other get fucked, “Two sluts in a pod…” I held my hand out and my dad took it, our faces wincing as we were fucked again and again and again… “What, you thought your dad would be a tough nut to crack? The tougher they seem, the bigger pussy they are, ain’t that right, Mr. Maxwell?” My dad nodded as Dane tore his hole up. We kept moaning as our cunts were assaulted…I felt my balls begin to tingle and I cried out, “I’m close…oh fuck…” My dad squeezed my hand, “Cum for me boy…let me see your load.” I felt Matty’s cock hit me right there…my whole body shook… “DADDY!” I screamed as my cock unloaded all over my chest and abs, spraying cum everywhere. My legs shook as my ass clamped down on Matty’s thick, surfer cock, pushing him over the edge. “Fucking take my load you fucking whore…” he raged as I felt my cunt flood with his load. Dane pulled his cock out of my dad’s ass and grabbed my dad’s head, pushing it down onto my body, “Clean your boy…” he raged, getting my dad on all fours as he thrust into him again. My dad’s face was over my stomach now as he panted from being plowed, Dane looked at me and nodded and I slowly pushed his head down…and I felt him licking my load off of me greedily. “Fucking, slutty, whore…” Dane raged, hands on my dad’s hips as he hit him harder and harder, making my dad cry out in ecstasy, “Fucking take my load…” My dad’s eyes bulged as he felt Dane shoot his load into his ass, you could see the deep shock in his face before the pleasure took hold. I saw his body begin to shake as he came hands-free, dropping his load under him on the couch. My dad collapsed in my lap as Dane pulled out of him. He looked down at the stunned man and smiled, “Next!” One of the guys pushed Dane out of the way and spread my dad’s legs, shoving his cock into his used cunt, making my dad moan. It was going to be a long night. That Monday my dad went home alone. He had spent the weekend being fucked constantly by the entire team…save me. I didn’t fuck him, though I could have, instead, I got plowed alongside him each night, the most we did was kiss as we were fucked. Monday, with his things packed, he turned to look at me. “So…you’re staying?” I nodded. He smiled, “I can’t blame you,” he held his arms open and I walked over and he hugged me, “I love you Buck, and if you’re happy…then be happy.” He leaned in and kissed me, our tongues meeting as his hands roamed all over my body. “When you come home for Christmas…we might have to go on a fishing trip. Just you and me.” I smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded and cupped my cock, “I think we both know what we want…” I nodded and felt my face grow red, “Will you fuck me, daddy?” He nodded and kissed me again…forever changing our relationship.

Bout 10 minutes ago. my regular FB, sweet guy. He's normally pretty hairy, and He'd shaved His ass, which made it better to eat and i love the way a smooth ass looks. Love the way He looks either way though, just the way He is, sweet, easy going, just really good sex chemistry. i fucked him, and have been doing that routinely. Had been taking a half viagra, but don't really need it. i ran out but was able to fuck him for quite awhile anyway... and gaped him. He does have a sweet ass, even if i'm not into fucking, he loves it so much and makes so many sounds... it's not a problem, i love his pleasure. And He always ends with nutting in me. i find i'm much more sensitive after fucking him 20 minutes before he fucks me, like i'm constantly at the edge of orgasm. Hadn't fucked since last Sunday, had to work Monday and Tuesday, he called yesterday, but i was in the middle of moving 6 yards of sand from my driveway to my back yard. He called and teased me saying he was going to use toilet paper, i begged him to save it till today and not waste it, and he told me it was too late that he was jacking while talking to me on the phone. lol ❤️

238 so far this year, hoping I can beat last year’s record of 691!

I spent the whole next week praying. What had happened was sinful, but I don’t think it was on purpose. Matty had been just looking out for me, it was my own weakness that made it sexual. I owed him an apology, but I was horrified by what I had done, and he didn’t bring it up. So, I spent the next week just training my ass off, reading my bible, and trying to learn my new routine. Practice was grueling, we had a morning session which was laps and gym, and then an afternoon session where we handled drills and scrimmages. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and limped back to my room and get some homework done if I was lucky. I was rarely lucky. Our first match was that Friday, I wasn’t starting but I felt like I was. We were up against Biola, a private Christian university from the area and we were expecting to win. The day of the match everyone was quiet, there was no cross-talk or joking around, they were deadly serious. The first half was a disaster, they came out of nowhere with an intensity the training films hadn’t shown. They quickly took the lead, and we spent the whole time on our back foot. Dane was pissed but he was holding it in pretty well. The coach looked around and one of the guys had hurt his ankle during the last pass, he looked over at me, “Maxwell, you’re in for Parker.” I nodded as my stomach soured, shit this was for real now. Matty sat down next to me, “You got this big guy, just focus and remember the drills.” I nodded as I closed my eyes and prayed. We went out and it was like night and day, Dane and I slipped into a rhythm, and by the third quarter, we had caught up! An energy took the team over, and we ended up rolling over them like they weren’t even there. After the game the locker room was wild, the guys crowded around me, slapping my ass, a few hugs, it was amazing. “People!” Dane said walking up and putting his arm around my shoulder, “We have only one thing to thank for our victory, a talisman, a true source of power…” I was about to thank him when he grabbed the front of my speedo and squeezed. “All hail our donkey totem!” My mouth opened in shock as everyone cheered and then walked up to do the same. I stood there in shock as a dozen jocks grabbed my junk and shook it, all giving thanks to my rapidly inflating dick. “Welcome to the team stud,” Dane said ruffling my hair, “You did great!” And just like that a new tradition had been born. Every game after that it became normal for the guys to pat my thing before we went out to play, some it was a quick tap, some really squeezed it…no matter what, it was what we did now, and I had little choice but to play along. I was the new guy, and they were welcoming me as one of them, what else could I do? The problem as…my hair was growing. It was a month, and I could see it starting to grow back…and I started to panic. I couldn’t risk losing my faith again so I went out and bought some shaving cream and a razor and did the best I could in my room. I could already tell it was a bad job, I couldn’t get places and I couldn’t see, but I did my best and hoped no one would notice. They noticed. “What the what?” Dane said that Tuesday, looking at me as I changed out, “Matty did that to you?” I looked down and shook my head, “Um, no I did.” He rolled his eyes, “Get Matty to clean that up tonight.” “I can…” He gave me a stare, “Donkey, get Matty.” And that was that. I walked over to the coach’s area and found him, “Hey Matty.” He glanced down and then back to my face and chuckled, “Your room tonight?” I felt my face grow red as I nodded. “Sweet, I’ll bring the supplies.” I walked away horrified, God what if I lost control again? That night there was a knock on my dorm room and there was Matty with a grocery bag full of stuff, “I come bearing gifts.” “Thanks, man,” I said, ushering him in before anyone could see him. “So…you don’t drink right?” he asked. I shook my head, “Only wine at communion.” He rolled his eyes, “More for me then, hey one of the boosters made us brownies…try one.” I took a plastic container of chocolate brownies, they looked delicious. I took one and ate it in two bites, it was so good! It had an earthy taste I couldn’t place but it was damn good, and I hadn’t eaten sweets since the season started. I handed them back and Matty shook his head, “Have another, I’ll have one later.” I took another and savored the taste as he set up his stuff. “Ok, strip down, and let’s put a towel down on your bed,” he said. I nodded as I stripped and still ate, “Thanks for this…” I said as he laid a towel down on my bed for me to lay on. “Hey man, it’s my job, next time just come to me, don’t fuck it up like this ok?” I nodded, feeling like an idiot as I lay down on my stomach. He moved my legs apart and I felt him cover my thighs with shaving cream and I shivered. God, why did it have to feel so good? I just know this is a sin in some way, it has to be. He made sure he had it all covered before he slowly started to shave. As he worked I felt myself relax, all of my worries seemed to be just slipping away…it felt amazing! “Nice and easy,” he said, moving the razor over my cheeks…oh no I was getting hard again! “Ok, turn over,” he said, and I paused. “Come on big guy…not like I haven’t seen it already.” Slowly I rolled over, my thing was rock hard…I was so embarrassed. “Whoa there!” he laughed, “Gonna take someone’s eye out with that!” “I’m so sorry…” I said and he shook his head. “Dude, it’s all good,” he grabbed it by my base, and I gasped, “Never be ashamed of this.” I looked down and was about to ask him what he was doing when I saw him lathering up my pubes, “W-what are you doing?” “Giving you a real shave,” he said, as he started to shave, “It’s easier here away from everyone.” I nodded, feeling my thing pulse in his hand…oh gosh what was going on? “How you feeling buddy?” I closed my eyes, “Gooooddd…” I said, feeling my head spin. He chuckled, “Yeah, brownies are good.” I nodded, not sure what he meant. He kept moving my thing left and right, making sure everything was smooth, and then let it go. I was horrified to hear it slap against my abs. He pushed my thighs apart and began on the other side, I bit my lip from moaning. He worked on my inner thighs and then grabbed another razor, “Ok…you relaxed?” I nodded, a giggle escaping my mouth. “Ok, don’t move,” and I felt him grab my balls. “Wha?” “Shh…stop moving,” he said, covering my ballsac with lather. “But…I…” “Buck, stop talking, stay still.” I closed my mouth as I felt him play with my balls…and a low moan slipped out. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “It’s ok, I got you.” I nodded, my head falling back onto the bed. I felt dizzy but in a good way, oh my gosh… “Yeah, these bad boys needed them, man, looks like a spider web down here.” “S-sorry…” I stammered. “I gotcha bud, you trust me right?” I nodded. “Good…” he lifted under and shaved the very bottom of my balls. “Oh my gosh…” I moaned, my hips bucking up. “Haha, someone likes it, hold steady bud…” he got the last of the sac and moved back, “Ok, all fours, you know the drill.” I moved over, my head felt like it was underwater. I just kept giggling, why was this so funny? I got on all fours and wiggled my ass and then laughed more. “Ok,” he said slapping my ass, “Stay still!” I stopped moving as he began to slide the razor between my crack. Another gasp as I tried to stay still, why did this feel so good? He worked for a few minutes, my mind completely spacing out, just enjoying the touch. Gosh, this was a sin for sure. I felt him wipe the skin off, “Ok, lemme inspect my work.” Nothing happened and then I felt a small breeze move against my hole. “Ooohhh…” I said, feeling it flutter open and close. “Yeah, looks good…need to really check ok?” I nodded, feeling like I was falling even though I wasn’t. “Let’s try the taste test…” I was about to ask what he meant when I felt something warm push into my hole. “OH FUCK!” I screamed as I felt his tongue slip into my little jock, hole, “What…wait…” Oh my gosh…his tongue was in me…oh…fuck…why did it…shit… My arms collapsed and I laid my head on the bed, my ass straight up. I felt his hands push my cheeks apart as he went deeper and deeper…I was panting as I felt my body react to his touch… “Sin…” I slurred but he pushed further causing me to moan louder. Oh my god, what was he doing? His tongue was moving around, making me feel things…bad things…oh my gosh…why was I pushing back…why did I want more? He kept moving in and out of me and I was slowly losing my mind. It took me a second to realize I was rocking back into his thrusts, oh god I was doing this myself…no…I’m not a sinner… Finally, his tongue slid out and I collapsed on the bed, panting like a dog in heat. He rolled me over and my hard cock bobbed about as he laid me down on my back. He looked down at me and I saw he had taken his shirt off, he was in good shape! He was tanned too, he looked really fit… “How you feeling?” I asked. “Good…” I answered truthfully, “But…” “Shhh,” he said leaning down and putting his mouth over my cock. My eyes rolled back as I got my first blow job…from a guy no less! My hands went over my head as I tried to resist but just felt myself giving into the pleasure. My hips bucked up, pushing my dick farther into his mouth, oh god what was I doing? His hands moved to my nipples as he sucked on my log and I felt my body just melt under him, my mind was so foggy…I moaned like some kind of Jezebel as I felt him grab the base of my cock and worked the top. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, why oh why hadn’t I done this before? He licked up and down my shaft, causing me to whimper with each inch. Oh my god, this was the best…he was making me babble as I felt my reservations just burn away under this lust… He pushed my thighs apart and began to suck on my balls, “OHMYGOSH!” I screamed as he rolled one around in his mouth. My legs spread wider as I let him do whatever he wanted, I knew it was wrong, I was sinning…but oh my god why did it feel so good? He worked them both over for minutes, making me cry with pleasure as I fell deeper and deeper under his spell. He finally spit them out, leaving me panting, looking at him with confusion as to why he stopped. “So good right?” I nodded. He undid his pants and dropped his jeans and climbed back onto the bed, “Come on then,” he said, holding his hard dick, “Your turn.” He moved towards my head, and I freaked, he saw my panic and smiled, “Come on big guy,” he said grabbing my shaft and stroking, “Fair is fair…isn’t that the Christian way?” I moaned as he jerked me off and he took the moment to push the head of his dick into my mouth. I froze as he slowly pushed into me, his hands moving faster causing me to groan around his hard cock. “That’s it, cover your teeth…more tongue…come on Buck…faster.” His words melted into my brain and as he jerked me off I did as he said, slowly I was being taught how to suck a man’s cock…what was wrong with me? I don’t know how long I did this before I felt his mouth on my dick and I just lost it. It was like I was sucking my own cock, the two of our mouths moving in unison, my hands moved to his ass as I guided his cock into my mouth. He thrust into me as he serviced my cock like a champ. God, why was I into this? This was bad, this was sin… GOD THIS WAS INCREDIBLE. I began to lick his shaft, doing my best to do the things to him he was doing to me. Oh god, I was getting close…I could feel it. His hand moved between my legs, and I felt his finger tickle at my hole. I tried to clench it shut but couldn’t his mouth was making my cock throb and each time it did his finger slipped in further and further… Oh god…he was in me! I could feel him touching me up in there, my ass itched…my cock was so hard…why…oh Jesus why… He stabbed up and I felt him push against something that made me explode. I began to shoot into his mouth, what felt like gallons as he kept stabbing at the spot, making flashes of light explode in my eyesight. He choked a little as I flooded his mouth, my dick not stopping for a second. It was insane, I felt like I would never stop cumming! My whole body shook as I came over and over… Finally, he came off my cock, pulling his dick out of my mouth. I collapsed into the bed, and he moved over me, straddling my chest. “Open,” he said. I opened my mouth and he pushed into my mouth and began to face fuck me savagely. I held on this his tight ass for dear life as he pushed into me over and over. I felt his cock head hit the back of my throat and gagged a little, but he didn’t stop. “Yeah, take that cock…come on altar boy…take my cock!” His words burned but I was so turned on…what was wrong with me? "Yeah, take it…take it all…” My eyes watered as he used my mouth as a hole…his dick sliding up and down my tongue…his precum staining my taste buds. “Yeah…gonna cum…take my load…fucking drink my load…” His cock throbbed and then cum flooded my mouth. I tasted sperm for the first time in my life and was horrified to find it didn’t taste that bad. I had to swallow all of it, his cock was shoved all the way in, twitching as he unloaded every drop of his cum down my throat. When he was done, he pulled his cock out, my own spit and his cum dripping onto my face. “Tongue,” he said, and I stuck my tongue out as he cleaned his cock off, “Good boy.” I smiled. “You tired?” I nodded, feeling exhausted. He leaned down, “Go to sleep,” and he kissed me. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, and I felt myself kiss him back, my arms moving around him as we made out. He laid on top of me as I just went with it, the heat of his body against mine turning me on all over again. But as we kissed, I felt myself slip away as sleep overtook me. Dreams of sucking cock dancing through my head.

I don’t know tbh. I lost count after starting to frequent cruise clubs and bb parties. In these situations you get fucked much more than loaded. I dutifully kept track until I hit about 200 then I sort of lost all count. I reckon now it’s in the thousands lol and loads are probably somewhere between 2 and 3 thousand though I am not sure.

Chapter 3 I wake up alone in bed. Looking at the clock it says 7 PM. My ass is sore and I’m lying on wet sheets. My brain is foggy, when, I realize it’s still Monday and thankfully my assistant cleared the calendar for tomorrow as well. Yesterday afternoon/evening I was tied down and fucked by the Cuban guys and Tom. I start to get hard, remembering the events, when my cock starts hurting and reminds me it’s been locked up in a cage. Trying to calm down so my cock deflates isn’t happening. I get up and head to pee, hoping that will do the trick. I stand at the toilet and start to pee, but it sprays all over. Fuck, I stifle the deluge and decide to get in the shower and let it flow. My cock deflates as the stream gushes from the confines of the cage. I don’t have much ability to aim and just let it go. As I’m peeing a fart escapes my ass and I quickly feel cum running down my taint and balls. Squatting, I let loose a massive amount of cum. It’s easily 1 ½ cups and as it hit the floor, I see red globs of what I expect is blood clots getting loosened up. The guys bred me hard and made sure to do some damage. I rinse off the best I can and after drying, go to the mirror to inspect the damage. My ass hole is partially prolapsed with an inch of my hole protruding out, bright red, inflamed but hot as fuck. Licking my fingers I work to push the lips back in. As I massage my hole, I find myself pushing 3 then 4 fingers inside. I’m turned on as I massage the inner lining. Digging deep, I feel wetness, pull my fingers out and am rewarded by cum covering my digits. I suck it in, loving the taste of ass and cum. I start remembering Tom’s deep fucking later in the evening and start to get hard again when the cage reminds me with pain. Quickly calming down trying to make the discomfort stop, I turned to the sink to wash my hands, and I see a note stuck to the mirror. The note says, meeting a couple of clients for dinner with Ivan. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’d prefer to keep your cock locked but if an emergency or something comes up, I gave Craig your number and here’s his. He knows where the key is. I’m examining it in the mirror, thinking this cock cage is interesting. It’s a simple black plastic cock ring around my cock and my balls. My penis is then caged in a similar plastic device that mirrors the droop of my penis that my cock slid into. There are plenty of openings for air and an open tip for my piss. Ok, so I didn’t see that the first time I needed to pee, but can probably do better with a minor adjustment next time. My balls are wedged between the cage and ring and are held protruding out, swollen from the vise like pressure. It’s actually pretty comfortable and I feel a warmth in my groin that is reassuring. I really like this feeling. It wouldn’t be all that hard to get off, even without the key, but I figure part of it is willingly giving control of my cock to another guy. The downside is that I can’t touch my cock or stroke it and every time I start to get hard the pressure on the cage prevents it. As a result, I’ve not been able to cum since Tom slammed it on me. Tom’s has not steered me wrong yet. I decide, I am turned on by this and with Tom as my keyholder I’m sure to learn something and be taken on a wild journey. I decided to throw on a jock for support, light shorts and a T-shirt and chill in the quiet. I head to the kitchen and realize I’m famished. Opening the door to the refrigerator, I realize, I’ve not been to the store in over a week and there isn’t anything to eat. Picking up a pad, I start making a list when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the name, but the number looks familiar. I answer and it’s Craig. He’s calling just to check in as he explains Tom, locked his cock for a month as well and the first couple days were tough. He just wanted to make sure I’m doing ok and if I have any questions or need anything. I told him I made a mess when I peed but think I can align my slit better next time. Yeah, aligning helps, but for the most part it won’t matter he tells me. Craig laughs and says, nope, just squat like a chick and have a water bottle handy to rinse. I tell him that unfortunately, I’ve got to head to the store since there isn’t anything to eat in the house. Craig’s tells me he’s just getting off work and has a extra large Pizza fresh out of the oven and he’d be happy to share. Not really wanting to go shopping this late, I agree if he’s cool with it. Craig says no problem, and he didn’t have anything planned this evening and would enjoy seeing me. He’s just getting in his car and will be here in about 10 minutes. Problem solved, so I grab a stiff drink and start thinking of questions to ask about cock cage management. Fuck I could be in this for a month, am I really up to this? As I’m savoring my scotch, the bell rings and Craig’s at the door with a large pizza and two bottles of wine. I look at him and smile, telling him he’s my savior from letting me avoid a late evening shopping trip. He drops the food on the counter and gives me a big hug telling me it’s his pleasure. I swallow the rest of the scotch and grab a couple of wine glasses, a corkscrew and suggest we eat outside by the pool. I’ve not had anything to eat in 36 hours and find the wine on top of the scotch has me buzzed. We devour the pizza and have almost finished the second bottle in short order. I shared with him the weekend activities and Craig’s impressed, as even he struggled getting bred by the Cuban guys. Craig says, well let me see it dude. Dropping my pants and sliding the jock down, I show him the new addition to my cock. Craig reaches out grabbing hold of my of my balls, rubbing his fingers over the device and says, damn that is so cool. It’s design pops your balls out and damn, your cock is like deep down. I tell him, yeah, I have to be careful, or self-inflicted CBT is a real thing. I can’t get hard, though I leak like a faucet I tell him. Craig gets an evil grin and slaps my nuts causing me to yell, FUCK, but I’m instantly chubbing, only causing more discomfort. He grabs my dick at the base behind the cock ring and slides his index finger in the gap along my shaft. Yep, that boy won’t be getting hard for a good long time. Craig tells me to get used to it because Tom is only unlocking that a couple times a week for cleaning and a quick inspection to make sure you I have no bruising or other damage. He tells me within a week, I’ll be nothing but a hole demanding to get bred. Craig starts rubbing my balls, amazed how tight they are gripped by the cage. He comments the tip is moist and sticky as he works a finger into the open tip. He licks his finger and says, damn that juice is sweet. His caresses are causing the cage to rise and fall slightly. Actually, his fingers on my balls feel amazing as it’s the most attention they’ve had other than my own since yesterday morning. I start to get an erection, but the cage prevents a full mast. He grabs my balls and the cage, squeezing down until the vice like grip distracts my cock with enough pain that it quickly deflates. Craig tells me Tom told him if he comes over, feel free to do what you want with me, but do everything you can not to unlock me. Craig reminds me that last time he was here he didn’t get to fuck me as Tom wanted him to be the dump of the day. Tom told him I’m needing poz loads for some reason though. I share that evidently the home test I had was a false positive. Craig, laughs and says given the past 2 weeks of all the cocks and amount of cum I’ve taken that’s highly unlikely to still be the case. But just to be sure, he really wants to breed my ass and he took some Viagra before coming over and plans on fucking me for hours. Plus, fucking a locked cock is such a turn on he tells me that he’s pretty sure he should be able to deliver at least 3 toxic loads to my ripe ass. Looking at this total stud, I say, well you better get busy buddy. Craig grins, stands up, gets naked. Craig’s got a lean build, a moderately hairy chest and a decent cock. While his dick isn’t huge, he’s got a hefty girth and a nice bulbous cock head that is made for sucking and stretching an ass open. He’s got killer looks as well, and he already knows from last time I find him intensely attractive. He turns me around and tells me to kneel on the couch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he dives in and starts eating my ass. Second to none, Craig is working my hole like a virtuoso. He starts with a gentle breath, giving way to tender kisses. His tongue’s wetness is soothing to my puffy ass lips. He devotedly laps as he opens me wider, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper. Craig spreads my cheeks farther apart and my still gaped hole and rosebud slit opens wide for him. He gently nibbles and alternates his full wide tongue across the lips. He then curls his tongue, probing the open slit. So far he’s just used his spit to lube me, but as he probes my hole with a couple fingers, he pulls them out and says, dude, your ass is still full of cum. He licks his fingers and says, he can taste Tom for sure, then proceeds to use the cum to lube me up. Knowing I’m ready, Craig aims his hard cock at my hole and slowly slides his cock head in. The bulbous head catches my ass lips and with a purposeful plunge I feel his cock pop open my ring. His girth is amazing, and I feel my hole stretching as he slowly drives his cock inward. The head of his cock slides across my prostate causing me to moan with pleasure. He’s balls deep with his fat head resting on my prostate. As he starts a short back and forth stroke my moans grow louder and tells me his going to teach me what a locked cock is all about. Craig says he loves fucking a loaded ass and he increases his tempo and begins pounding out my hole. My cock is trying to get hard, but with the rigid sides of the cage, full mast isn’t possible and every time my cock twitches, my nuts are crushed between the cage and the ring of the device. Every stroke across my prostate is causing me to dribble sticky precum and the opening of the cock cage at the tip of my penis is wet and slick from my dick leaking so much. Craig keeps this up, slowing down and speeding up and edging himself with my wet hole. He’s churned up a froth that clings to his cock as his pace renews its stride. I’m getting hornier and more frustrated as his fuck continues unable to touch myself. Soon I find myself gyrating my ass into his cock trying to get more of his cock into me provide relief. Craig pulls out and then looks at me and says, its’ time for me to ride his cock. He pulls out and lies back on the adjacent recliner. I straddle him, line up my hole and slide down on his cock. Something clicks in my head and I start riding his cock for all I’m worth. I’m an animal in heat as I use his cock as a dildo to fuck my hole. I can’t get enough of his cock and my ass starts trying to rape his cock, demanding he make me cum. I scream for him to make me get off as I bear down, slamming his rod into my prostate. I’m leaking profusely but for the life of me I can’t get relief. I’m bucking back and forth trying to get his cock deeper into me, finding the spot to provide release. Nothing is working as my ass is working to devour Craig’s prick. Craig screams out and he stiffens up as his cock erupts in my ass delivering a torrent of his toxic seed. I so want to cum, but can’t and just keep my ass assaulting his hard cock, desperate to release myself from this torture. Losing stamina, I collapse on top of Craig wilted from my attempt to pull my orgasm out using his cock as a tool. Craig is still hard and he flips me over on my back, spreads my legs and slams his cock back into my hole. He looks me deep in the eyes telling me, I need to accept, that I’m just a hole to be used. My desire for release is unimportant. The sooner I accept that, the easier my life will be. Tom will unlock me once I have learned to be a good faggot. All the while, Craig is slowly fucking me. Leaning in, Craig starts kissing me. His fuck turns into something tender and caring. My legs wrap around his waist as I find myself relaxing into his slow and gentle fuck. He whispers into my ear, to breathe deep and relax. His lips now find my neck, sucking and nibbling as I relax into his love making. I feel the gentle massage of my prostate as he slides slowly back and forth. His mouth finds my left nipple and he bites down, finding what pressure I like when I moan as his bite strengthens. Sucking my now hard nipple he very gently increases the pace of his fuck. He repeats the process on my right nipple as I groan with pleasure. Straightening up, Craig looks deeply in my eyes, whispering how I need to just concentrate on the gentle pressure in my ass. He keeps this up, gently sliding in and out of my ass with no hurry and keeps reminding me to focus on the feeling, drowning out all other thoughts. I feel warmth in my balls and comment to him how amazing he feels in me. He slowly increases the pace and tells me to bear down concentrating on the feeling at the base of my cock. I tell him I feel like a need to pee, but he says, no, just concentrate on the pleasure as he begins stimulation to my prostate. His pace quickens and suddenly I flush and feel a wetness around my cock. His tempo is now a steady fuck as he tells me to keep bearing down. Suddenly I feel my body contract as waves of euphoria flood my system. Craig calls out, yes, ride that wave. He is now slamming hard into me. He groans and I feel his cock drill deep into me just as I let go and feel my cock slightly jump. I feel the wetness on my cock as it expands in the cage. I rock from the waves flooding my senses. The intensity quickly passes and when I look at my caged dick, there is a thin layer of clear liquid shimmering on my extruded balls. I was expecting a pool of cum. At the same time rather than feeling the complete release and exhaustion from cumming, I feel a calmness and almost a renewed energy. Craig looks at me and says, you just had an anal orgasm and with practice you’ll be able to get there on your own. He explains that it may not be as intense as a traditional orgasm but I’ll learn to savor it. Plus, Craig shares, it is the sweetest nectar you’ll ever produce as he wipes my balls with his fingers and feeds it to me. He’s still hard and his cock is buried in my ass. Craig, says it his turn now. He slides four fingers into open cunt and makes no pretense about scraping the sides of my tunnel with his nails. Pulling his fingers out he inspects them and tells me, see the blood man, my turn to make sure I infect you. Craig buries his cock back in my ass and starts pummeling my hole. He’s slamming in, jack hammering my hole. He pulls completely out and repeatedly stabs his cock back in. The aggression in his assault is almost terrifying. All I can do is lay there, accepting his complete domination. Craig’s eyes make it clear that he’s determined to fuck me until he’s succeeded in his task. His rapid fuck continues for at least ten minutes, sweat dripping from the exertion. With a final powerful thrust he tenses up and screams as he tells me he’s depositing another poison load in my useless hole. He’s shaking from the release, and I feel his balls contracting as he unloads pump after pump of his poz load in my ass. As his hardon dies, his cock slips out, but Craig immediately shoves his hand back in my wrecked hole. He’s collecting and massaging the cum into the lining of my ass. He tells me he’s making sure the scratched tissue has every chance to absorb his toxic DNA. His fingers begin massaging my prostate and I feel my cock getting wet again. He’s milking more pre-cum from me. I spread my legs further apart and plead for him to allow me to cum. Craig pulls his fingers out slightly and then I feel my ass ripping open as his thumb and wrist breach my ass ring. His fingers stretch and prod my rectal lining. He pulls out then starts fist fucking my hole, using his clenched fingers as a spear. I scream out “Fuck Yes” from the assault on my ass. I bear down as he slams his hand in and out. After six or seven punches, Craig begins to slide his hand further into my hole past his wrist. I feel so fucking full when, I feel my balls retract and my cock starts squirting piss out the end of the cage. Craig leans in and takes the tip of the cage into his mouth. As my bladder empties Craig guzzles what he can contain in his mouth. As my stream subsides, Craig withdraws his hand and then shoves his cock in my hole. Craig begins pounding away again. Fuck that was hot he screams, as he fucks me with everything he’s got. It’s not long before he cums again in my open hole. Craig collapses on top of me with his cock still hard in my ass. As his cock eventually deflates, he pulls me into a kiss. I can taste the piss still lingering in his mouth. Craig sees the double recliner and pulls me with him as we stumble into the deep cushions. Repositioning Craig pulls me into his arms. Fuck, that was such an amazing experience I tell him, and we both quickly doze off, completely satiated and exhausted.

My ass has been fucked and used in all of the cruise bars in Torremolinas. Each day there were about 8 to 10 guys using my hole for their pleasure. Some notables over the past couple of days. Most surprising: Old guy at Cuero underwear party (I mean REALLY old…late 70’s or more). But boy, could he fuck good! Felt great in my hole probing deep. He had a tapered cock; thick at the base but narrowing down and uncut. He was a good 7-8” so he got in deep and dug. I was so ready to be a cock whore that night so when he arrived, I had no problem getting down on my knees and sucking his dick pulling his foreskin back to give pleasure with my tongue. I didn’t expect his level of expertise but I wanted to show that I would take ANY cock. He remained hard the whole time. He alternated between fucking me and a young, sexy, slender but with defined muscles, verse stud with smooth caramel skin who had started watching the action. The stud fucked me later. He spent a considerable amount of time in my hole always returning back to me. The young stud fucked me like a porn star; lots of thrusting and jerking on on my shoulders while slamming into me with big slaps. I think the elderly man ended up fucking every bottom in the place and all of them loved it. Best in class: Definitely Anthony from Southern England. He looked very studious with his glasses, but he had a nice meaty cock with a Prince Albert. I haven’t gotten fucked by a Prince Albert for years, but I did remember really loving it. I had to use a little lube to get it in, but once his cock with the Prince Albert was in, he just worked my hole. That PA went every way and I moaned like a bitch in heat. Drove me crazy feeling the smooth curved metal sliding against the inside of my hole. There were a couple of men watching and jacking. One guy in particular kept on egging us on in Spanish , calling me a Puta and other names in Spanish while making out with me and feeling Anthony’s cock going in and out of my hole. When Anthony got closer he started to groan and grunt loudly. The verbal top got even more excited and started to spread my cheeks. Anthony started pulling out to the edge of my hole and sliding back in hard. He came deep and fast, moaning so loudly that everyone in the dark room knew that I was getting loaded. Verbal then shot his load over my ass with Anthony’s cock still deep inside of me. Once he was done, I cleaned both their cocks like a good whore and thanked Anthony well while Mr. Verbal fingered my hole and felt the cum that was inside. I savored the distinctive taste of my ass mixed with Anthony ‘s cum when I cleaned him. Most awkward: While trolling the dark room, I felt a hand on my ass. So of course I turned around immediately and got on my knees to suck the dick on the same body. It was a nice cock, a good 8 1/2 inches with some girth. It was almost too big to go down my throat, but I tried my best. The top was pretty tall about 4 inches taller than me so roughly 6‘4“. While I was on my knees, sucking him this short round guy with a very stocky build started to stroke the back of my head. His cock was dangling near my mouth. Tall Top pulls his dick out of my mouth and turned my head to start sucking the short guy. His cock matched his body. It was on the shorter side, but pretty thick. Short Top was probably about 5‘6“ tall. Eventually, Tall Top suggested that we move to the cubbies. Once inside they took turns spit roasting me. The challenge was I either had to get really low to get fucked by Short top and then twist upwards at an awkward angle to suck Tall Top or vice versa. Eventually, I asked Short Top to wait until tall top finished, and then I presented my creamy ass to him for his load.

4. On the way back to the hotel, I messaged a couple friends about the situation and for them to come over in an hour. They’re both virile, muscular, tatted poz breeders. Big lats, shoulders, biceps, hard abs, and big, bouncy pecs. Their OF specializes in gang bangs and conversion parties. When we got to hotel room, I told Alvin to sit on the chair so I can teach Vik a lesson. I told Vik to sniff my armpits. To lick the sweat and the musky odor. I then slapped his face hard and called him a cheating faggot. I told him a faggot like him needs to suffocate on musk, so I took off my shirt and pants and shoved his face in my crotch. I looked over at Alvin and gave him a thumbs up. “I’m going to fuck him up for you. Teach him real good,” I said to Alvin. He looked a little confused and relieved at the same time. “Strip and show us what a cheap slut you look like,” I said to Vik. He stripped and was kneeling in the carpet, showing his beautiful muscular body. He looked so good I could have fucked him right there. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just kneeling there naked like a pathetic faggot.” “Yessir. I’m a pathetic faggot.” “You deserve to be punished for cheating on your beautiful, sweet boyfriend, don’t you?” “Yessir, please punish me.” Damn, if I didn’t know better, my guess is that Vick’s been cheating way before tonight. But tonight, Alvin will know what a slut his bf is. I got naked and sat on the bed. I poured a shit ton of lube on my hard cock, so it was glistening before these two faggots. “A dirty faggot like you needs a dirty load. Punish yourself by riding my cock.” “Wait what?!” Alvin said. “Trust me, baby. Sit back,” I said that last part very sternly. It wasn’t to comfort. It was a command. “Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?” I said to Vik. He climbed on my cock and lowered himself slowly. I didn’t have the patience so I grabbed his hips and rammed into him. As he adjusted, I told him to turn around so he was facing his cuck bf. I fucked him hard, calling him dirty names and egging him on to admit how much he loves getting fucked. Alvin started stroking himself over his jeans, and I told him to take his hands off immediately. He needs to watch and focus on how much of a slut Vik is being. He obeyed reluctantly. I felt my balls swell. I was gonna cum soon. I told the bitch that I’m going to dump some grade A high VL spunk in his hole if he doesn’t stop. But if he wants it, he needs to beg for my poz load and look his bf in the eyes as he says it. The bitch didn’t stop riding my cock, and after a moment of thinking it over, he looked at his cuck and said that he was sorry. He then rode me harder and begged for my poz seed inside his hole. Begged to be bred by my hot cock. How much he loved my big, thick poz pecker. I fucking loved hearing this cheater reveal to his bf his true nature. I dumped a good load inside him to add to my load earlier. I told Alvin he needed to get the fuck out and that I have no interest in touching him. He’s pathetic. I told Vik that I have. A couple really hot guys coming over to tag his hole with me. He can stay, but Alvin has to leave. “Babe, this has gone on far enough. Please let’s go home. I don’t feel ok about any of this,” Alvin was almost sobbing. It was almost a sad sight, but that must have gotten through to Vik because he said in the softest voice, with practically no conviction, “Ok babe. Let’s go.” They got their stuff, got dressed, and left. Not how I thought things would end. Not even a full 5 minutes after they left, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door with a massive smirk, thinking the faggot came back, but it was my friends. “Oh sup guys. Sorry, but you just see missed the hole. He left with his bf.” “Oh damn, was it the super muscular guy?” “Yeah how do you know?” “Well we saw this guy eyeing us hardcore as we passed in the lobby. He was hugging this taller guy, who looked sad sad.” “Yeah that was him. He begged for my poz load in front of his bf. Can you believe that? We would have had fun with his hole.” “Damn he looked like a hot piece of ass.” About 5-10 minutes passed, and I heard another knock at the door. It was Vik. Fuck yeah. “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound pissed and uninterested. “Um I saw these really hot guys in the lobby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I wanted to see if they are the friends you invited.” “What about Alvin?” “He’s devastated, but I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by those guys and you. Are they here?!” I opened the door a bit wider to reveal my two friends who overheard everything. He came in and we all took turns on his hole until the sun came up. I had to prep for my flight, but heard my friends tell Vik to go home with them and shoot a vid. They can invite more guys over. Haven’t heard from Vik or Alvin after that. They did shoot a video, and my friends recorded Vik screaming, “I don’t care if staying here means I can’t go on Pep! I just want more cock please!!” Dumb faggot.

Twins (Part 4) After a shower and little rest they got ready to go out for the night. Eric began smoking some more Tina to keep him going for the nights activities. They passed the pipe around along with a round of Viagra to keep them all hard for the night. Jeff had no idea what where they were going or what was planned, but he was game for anything. They hopped in Jeff's jeep and drove off. Jack noticed that Eric had a gym bag with him, but never gave it much thought as they sped away. It didn't take long before they were in front of a nice looking building when Eric announced they had arrived. Jeff asked what the place was and was told that they were at the local bath house. They went in side and asked for the room that was reserved for them. Eric and Jack had arranged for a sling room for the night and well into the next day. As they got settled in the room, Jeff looked around and noticed the sling. He wondered why they all came here when they could have played back a the apartment. Jack told Jeff this is where we came the night after they told me that I had been pozzed by them to celebrate. I spent the entire night in that sling over there, right were you will be tonight. They all led Jeff over to and then lifted him up into the sling. Jeff then had his wrists and ankles restrained so he was not going any where until he would be released. It was apparent that Jeff was excited at the idea of being in the sling by the hard 8 inch erection he had, then again it could be the Viagra kicking in. They made sure that Jeff's ass was higher then his head so that nothing would leak out. Jack put an open bottle of Gatorade to Jeff's lips and told him to drink. Jeff liked Gatorade, but this tasted different. Jack let Jeff know that it had a good amount of G in it and with the Tina he was about to slam, the poppers later on he would be begging for anything to be put in his ass. Eric prepared the 3 slams. Jeff watched as Eric and Miguel gave themselves their slams. He was fascinated how some one could just inject themselves like that. Then Jack stepped up and showed Jeff how to give a slam. He tied a rubber tube around his arm, found a good vein then stuck the needle in his own arm. Jeff watched as Jack pulled back a little bit of blood back. As he started to push the plunger down, Jeff asked about his slam. Jack looked down at him and said, "I have your slam right here."; Jeff gave himself about 1/3 of the slam before he stopped and pulled back filling it with some of his own blood. Jack let Jeff know that just as had been done with him when Eric and Miguel brought him here a few months ago, the three of them had shared a slam, Jack was sharing his with Jeff. Miguel tied rubber tubing around Jeff's arm as Jack pulled the the Tina and blood mix syringe from his arm and approached his brother. Jeff was in a haze from the G that he barely comprehended all the implications of his brother's actions. Jack let him know that if all the seeding didn't take, this would not fail to poz his brother. Jack found the vein as Jeff watched the bloody clear liquid disappear into his arm. The tube was removed from his arm and he felt the rush and had the strongest cough of all of them. As Jack was administering the slam, Eric gave Jeff a large booty bump Jack commented that "This is going to be good." Jeff felt the warmth through his body and the burn in his ass as his senses were thrown intro over load. He started to wiggle his ass and begged for some one to fuck him. Jack stepped up rammed right in and pounded away. Jack looked down at his brother, enjoying the look of lust on his brother's face as he rammed the entire length of his cock in side his brother.. Jack to a big hit of poppers and paused he pounding long enough to give his brother a long hit in each nostril. Jack went into over drive and grunted out as he gave his brother his first (of many) load(s) of the night. He was quickly replaced by Eric and Jack walked over to kiss his brother deeply. Miguel lit up some Tina in a pipe and passed it around. First Miguel took a long hit of the pipe then passed it to Eric who also took a long hit. He then handed it to Jack. Jeff looked up waiting to get his hit off the pipe when Jack took a long, big breath off the pipe and leaned in to kiss his brother. As Jack and Jeff kissed Jack breather the smoke into Jeff, then sucked it back out of his brother, only to breath it back in to Jeff again. Jeff caught on quickly and they enjoyed the Tina between themselves as they shared a passionate kiss. This lasted so long that they never noticed when Eric shot his load and was replaced by Miguel. As Miguel fucked Jeff, Eric grabbed the bag he brought with them to the baths. Jeff never saw what Eric was getting out of the bag, but he would soon know how mush his ass could be opened up. Between the generous slam, booty bump, the G, and poppers Jeff had been given he was feeling really good. All he knew was he wanted to get fucked. What he didn't know was he was in for the fucking of his life. Miguel began speaking in Spanish which signaled that he was getting close to seeding Jeff's hole. He pounded away at Jeff and then screamed out something in Spanish no one understood except for himself as he let loose his load. Eric placed something on the floor near the area between Jeff's spread legs as Jack stepped up for what Jeff thought would be another fucking. What Jeff felt was a bit of a surprise. Jack reached down to the item on the floor, a tub of Crisco, and began to work 3 then four fingers into Jeff's hole. Eric fed Jeff more poppers by breathing them in through his own mouth then kissing Jeff as they exchanged the poppers the same way Jack and Jeff had exchanged the Tina earlier. This distracted Jeff for a bit as Jack then slipped his thumb into Jeff's hole and began to work his fist into his brother's ass. As Eric Finished feeding Jeff poppers, Jack slipped his fist past his brother's ass ring. Jeff let out a moan of pleasure as he felt his hole stretched open. He looked down between his legs to see his brother with his hand in side his own hole. Jeff had heard about fisting before, but he was amazed that this could be done to another person let alone himself. Jack looked down at his brother and asked how he felt with a fist inside his ass. Jeff replied that it felt incredible. Jeff then saw something else that Eric had brought with them to the baths that night, a very large dildo. Eric told him that it was a horse cock dildo and that measured 13 inches long and 8 inches around. By now jack had worked his fist into Jeff past his wrist. Jack flexed his fingers to stretch Jeff open and prepare him for the horse cock dildo. Eric began to generously lube the dildo with Crisco as Jack slowly pulled his full fist out of his brother. Jack punch fucked his brother's hole a few times before tacking the dildo from Eric as Miguel gave Jeff a hit off the pipe. Jack slid the dildo in side his brother's gaping hole, Eric and Miguel left to cruise the baths for more tops to have seed Jeff. The dildo slid in about half way with ease before meeting some resistance. Jack began to rotate and wiggle the piece of rubber lodged inside his brother. Jeff could only moan as he felt the dildo working its way farther in side him. After some time Eric and Miguel returned to the room and as they walked through the door they gave Jack and nod. Jack knew that the word would soon spread about the fresh meat in their room. Eric noticed that the dildo was not moving as easily now and reached in is bag for something to help with the insertion. Eric prepared a small slam for Jeff and gave it to him. As the slam hit Jeff and he threw his head back only able to say "FUCK!" the dildo slid past the internal ring and completely disappeared in side Jeff. Jack commented "Damn bro, way to go!" as Jack began to fuck his brother with the huge piece of rubber. Soon there was a crowd gathering just outside the door as Jeff was getting a fucking from the dildo. Guys began to line up waiting for their turn to fuck and seed Jeff. Jack noticed this and slowly pulled the dildo from his bother's ass. Jeff felt very empty and his hole gaped open for all to see. Jack announced that the pig in the sling is my twin brother and we are celebrating his becoming a poz pig tonight. He further said that no cock or load will be turned down. The rest of the night Jeff was fucked by every top in the place, some more then once. They lost track of how many loads Jeff took. They made sure that one of the 3 (either Jack, Eric or Miguel) was around so that no harm would come to Jeff. The two not on duty near Jeff to feed him poppers and watch those fucking him would fuck on the bed on the other side of the room. The next morning when the traffic into the room had slowed and then stopped, Jeff was seeded one last time by Miguel, then Eric and finally his brother Jack. The release Jeff from the sling and helped him into the shower where they washed him inside and out. They then dressed and headed home to crash. Jeff sat in the back of the jeep as they drove home reliving the nights events. He was hard as hell for some reason and when they got back to the apartment and alone in Jack's room Jeff wasted no time in jumping his brother. Jeff was now the slutty pig that Jack was as Jack got the fucking of his life from his now poz brother.

Twins (Part 3) Jack grunted out, "Oh Jeff I'm going to cum. Are you ready for another one of my charged loads" Jeff cried out, "Give it to me bro, give me your poz load." Jack picked up his pace and grunted, "FUCK YEAH BRO, TAKE MY DIRTY SEED!" as he shot his charged load inside Jeff's ass and collapsed on top of his brother. Before Jeff could recover from the fucking his brother gave him, Jack pulled out and was quickly replaced by Eric. Eric leaned in and kissed Jeff as he slid his 7" cock into Jeff balls deep in one stroke. Although Eric is not as long as Jack, he is thicker and Jeff noticed this immediately letting out a small yell of pain mixed with a lustful moan into the shared kiss. Eric fucked slowly at first, making sure that the loads already deposited in side would be worked deep in side and into Jeff's hole. As Jeff began his fucking, Jack moved to Jeff's head and once Eric broke off the kiss Jeff had his brother clean his cock off. Jeff could taste his ass juices mixed with Jack's cum. He sucked the cock in his mouth clean and greedily continued to suck getting his brother hard again. Jeff was hoping to swallow his brother's load (something he loves to do and had not done the wee before), but Jack wouldn't waste it own his brother's throat. Eric began to pound away at Jeff's hole as Jeff moaned and groaned. Jeff had never been fucked like this before, but he was taking it like a champ. Eric looked down at Jeff and asked, "Are you ready for my seed, are you ready to become a slut like your brother?" Jeff's reply was simple, "FUCK YA! GIVE IT TO ME, I NEED IT!." Jeff grunted as Eric buried his cock as far as it would go and shot another toxic load in the brother's ass. Jack could tell that Jeff was tired of holding his legs up, but before they would let him up his ass had to be prepared for more action. Jack approached his brother with a large needless syringe. It was filled with meth and water. Jack told his brother "It's time for you to get a proper booty bump." as he slid the syringe deep in his brother's ass. Jack pushed his brother's legs back far so that his ass was up in the air just before he pushed down on the plunger emptying the syringe deep in side his brother. Jeff commented that it burned to which Jack replied "It's supposed to burn, that's how ya know its getting in." Jeff felt very warm as his ass felt very hungry. As Jack was giving his brother a booty bump, Miguel laid down on his back next to Jeff. Once they were sure the booty bump was well absorbed they let Jeff lower his ass and legs. When Jeff saw Miguel laying down he thought for a moment that he was going to get to fuck Miguel. He was dead wrong as Miguel held his 7 1/2" uncut cock in the air and Jeff was positioned over Miguel and lower onto his throbbing cock. Jeff has been in this position before, but riding his brother. He had never been fucked like this by another man, let alone a bare cock other then his brother's. Soon Jeff was getting into having his ass filled this way. Miguel was good from this position and knew how to drill an ass to achieve maximum effect, that is making the one taking his cock want it more. And with the booty bump working on Jeff, his ass was very hungry. Miguel pounded into Jeff with no mercy. Jeff never knew that a guy could be fucked so viciously from this position. As Miguel neared orgasm he began to say things in Spanish only Eric understood. Calling Jeff a worthless piece of white trash only there for him to be seeded with all their dirty seed. Then with a grunt Miguel was filling Jeff with his third load of the night. Jeff collapsed on Miguel's chest and the two kissed as Miguel's still hard cock lay still in side Jeff's hungry hole. As Jeff laid there he suddenly felt a hand on his back and something at his hole. He turned to see his brother Jack behind him as he felt his brother's cock enter his filled hole. Jeff let out a moan of pain as Jack slid in beside Miguel's cock. Jeff never thought his hole could be stretched so much. He would find out later how much his hole could stretch. Now with both cocks in side his hole he was getting a fucking he had never felt before. As one would pull out the other would push in so that Jeff was feeling his prostate hit multiple times. This also made sure that the poz cum already in his hole would be worked into him, making sure the seeding would take. As Jack and Miguel worked their dicks into Jeff, Eric stood in front of Jeff with his hard cock ready for Jeff to suck. Jeff was concentrating so much on the fucking he was getting he didn't notice Eric until Eric pushed his cock between Jeff's open lips and into his mouth. Jeff wasted no time going to work on sucking on the cock in his throat. Jeff was getting to the point of really enjoying his double dicking. He was enjoying it so much that he never noticed his orgasm, but Jack and Miguel noticed it when they felt the spasm of Jeff's ass on their cocks. This sent them into over drive and in not time they each deposited a load inside Jeff. First Jack shot and when Miguel felt Jack's cock spasm and felt his load squish around his cock did he start to thrust up harder and then shoot his load. While Eric was watching this hot action he worked up a load for Jeff to swallow down. The four studs collapsed in on e big heap of flesh as they recovered. They continued to seed Jeff the rest of the night through to the next morning. Then they all showered and rested for the party that night.

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