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It was a hot summer day, far to hot to stay in my baking hot flat. The only problem was I had no money to go anywhere. I opened my front door to the stairs to sit on a folding chair where it was slightly cooler than my flat. I was stripped down to just some long shorts and a vest top, but my body was still slick with sweat. I'd been hitting the gym more lately, since leaving university last year I'd been trying to trim some fat and add a little muscle and was looking pretty good if I say so myself. The door opposite opened. I'd not long moved in, so I hadn't met the neighbour before. He was an older guy in his 60's, maybe 5' 9" with a shaved head and grey moustache. He was wearing some flimsy short shorts and nothing else. He had some slightly faded tattoos across his chest under some fairly thick chest hair, and he seemed pretty wiry strong although with a bit of a beer belly. He smiled at me as he leant against his doorframe. "Too bloody hot, isn't it?" he said. "Yeah..." I said. I was trying not to stare, but as he moved, I was pretty sure I saw his dick shift under those shorts. "I'm John." He stood up straight and put his hand out to shake. That time I definitely saw a massive cock swing free in those flimsy shorts. I dragged my eyes away and saw him leering at me a bit too knowingly. Shit, had this old guy just clocked me staring at his crotch? "Uh, Colin" I stumbled as I shook his hand. "Why don't you come and cool down in mine? Your side of the building catches all the sun." He offered. I stood up and had already agreed before I realised, what the hell was I doing? Had I really just wandered into this guy's flat? I didn't know who the hell he was. But apparently my brain wasn't consulted. I'd recently admitted to myself I was bi, but had never been with a guy before, but I knew i liked older guys and the idea of being submissive. He led the way into the living room. I sat on the couch he gestured towards, but he stayed standing above me. His bulge was about 12" from my face, I struggled to keep eye contact. "So, you single?" he asked. He still had that knowing grin on his face. "Because if your not you should probably try harder not to stare." I stammered for a bit, but he just laughed. "Don't worry, I'm flattered, a young guy like you checking me out. You'd think you'd never seen a cock before." He swayed his hips a little and I could see a slowly hardening outline of a cock shift hypnotically. "Well, actually....apart from my own...and porn.." I said without thinking as my eyes followed the motion. I can't believe I just said that to a guy I met two minutes ago. His grin widened a notch."Wow, a virgin! Never even seen a real cock?" My cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but my cock hardened. "Well, do you want to see mine?" "Uh, I mean that seems a little, eh...." I stammered. "A little look won't hurt. No harm in a quick peek." I nodded my head, that was true, wasn't it? I was curious, was it as big as it seemed under those shorts? He hooked a thumb at the elasticated waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. A thick 9" cock sprang out of the shorts. It was almost hard, still a little droopy but already it seemed massive, compared to what I had. It had some thick veins up the shaft, and a a tattoo of a plus sign on the just above the base in his well trimmed pubes. He swayed his hips and my gaze followed it intently. "Wanna touch it?" he asked. I reached up towards it slowly, I gently wrapped my hand around the shaft. My hand barely fit around it! "What does the tattoo mean?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the voice in my head telling me to stop. "Oh, it means I'm HIV positive." he stated very matter of fact, still with a grin on his face. I froze as I heard it, my eyes broke from the hardening cock and I looked up at him as I released my grip in shock. He laughed. "Don't worry, you'd have to do a lot more than that to worry about catching anything." "I mean yeah I know that, sure, but, uh...still..." "Tell you what, I'll flip a coin. You win, I just stroke myself to show you how big it can get. You lose, you stroke it for me. Still no risk there, is there?" Somehow that made it easier. I nodded dumbly. As he reached over to a table to grab a coin his cock came almost brushing my face. He flipped it and caught it, covering it with his other hand. He smiled and nodded at me. "Uh, heads..." I managed eventually. Either way should be fine, right? He lifted his hand to reveal the coin. Tails. I wasn't sure if I was more relieved or apprehensive as I shrugged and took hold of his cock again. After a few seconds of stroking his cock was rock hard. I stared as a drop of precum started to glisten at the tip. "You want to see something else?" he asked. To be continued

not my story I enhanced it, cleaned it up and made it better this is one off story. I doubt there will be a series. I was 21 and didn’t feel like wearing underwear. Half my clothes were in the wash anyway, and sometimes I just didn’t bother. They were just sweatpants, no lining, no support. You could pretty much see the shape of my dick when I moved. I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t out to impress anyone anyway. The laundromat was dead quiet. The machines were humming, the air was warm, smelling of heat and cheap detergent. I was folding a pile of towels when he walked in. No bag. No soap. Just a hoodie, black sweats, and this way of looking at me like he already knew what kind of night it was gonna be. He sat for a bit. His tall lanky frame unfolded in the chair. He was well over 6 foot tall and dark complected with just a hint of dark curl of a bro fro. He didn’t say anything, but I felt it. The stare. I kept folding, pretending not to notice. Then I saw the movement. His hand slowly slid under his waistband. He wasn’t hiding it. I froze. Towel halfway folded. He stood up and came over and slid right up behind me. “Keep folding,” he said, quiet but solid. I turned back to the table, heart pounding, dick getting hard in my pants. I bent forward a little to grab another shirt. That’s when he grabbed the waistband from behind. But only in the back. He pulled the fabric down just enough to expose my ass. The front stayed up. I was hard and leaking, pressed against the inside of my pants, but he didn’t touch that. He let his hand settle for a second on the back of my neck. Just rested it there. Didn’t push. Didn’t grip. But it said enough. I didn’t move. Then I heard him spit in his hand. The sound of wet skin followed fast. A second later, I felt the fat, hot head of his black cock nudge against my hole. No small talk. He pushed in. I grabbed the edge of the table and held my breath. He was thick, warm,and relentless. He filled me with one slow, steady thrust until his hips were pressed tight against my ass. He took what he wanted and gave me what I needed. Then he started to fuck me. Rhythmic. Deep. His hips slapped against me, balls heavy, breath heating the back of my neck. He never touched my cock. He just used me. Every thrust rocked me forward, rubbed me harder against the inside of my pants. My dick was trapped, sensitive, throbbing. Precum had already made the fabric damp. He panted. Fucked me harder. Still had that hand resting on my neck like I was his to use. “You gonna cum in your pants like this?” he asked. “I am going to knock you up!” he breathed! “Fill you with my poz babies.” I couldn’t answer. My body was way ahead of me, making it's own decisions. I pushed back to meet his thrust. It hit fast. I tensed, moaned through my teeth, and came hard into my sweatpants. Hot, sticky pulses soaked the front. As I shot my last negative load. I felt it spread over my skin, wet and warm, pressed tight between cock and cotton. He kept going. Grunting, thrusting deeper, fucking me harder. Then I felt him throb. And he came inside me. Thick spurts of his tainted seed. I felt every last pulse of his dark cock The way he stayed buried, the pressure, the warmth leaking out the second he pulled back. He let go of my neck. Tugged my sweatpants back up like nothing happened. My ass was slick, my hole sore, my front soaked with cum. It clung to me, heavy and warm. He looked at me once, calm as ever. “Laundry’s not so clean anymore.” Then he walked out. I stood there. Legs shaky. Cum dripping between my cheeks, balls sticky, pants a mess. My life changed forever Then I folded the next towel.

PART 2 (With apologies to @Pnp-pig that I’m still at the teasing stage 😬😘) Imagining Louis stripping off and dripping sweat just the other side of the door, I tried to control myself. I got two beers out of the fridge and picked out some clothes for him - tshirt, shorts and boxer briefs. The thought of Louis literally in my pants didn’t really help with my stated aim of controlling myself. Quite the opposite. I opened my drawer of weekend supplies, picked up a bag of Tina and took out a chunky shard. Holding the shard in my right hand, I put my left hand down the back of my shorts and confirmed that Louis ‘ very presence had indeed made my ass very wet. Then I pulled my shorts down, bent over, held my juicy pucker open with my left hand and fingered the shard in with my right. My hungry hole swallowed up the shard greedily and I instantly felt the lovely stinging that promised so much. I kept fingering myself, picturing Louis’ fingers working me. I did my best to hold in a groan of slutty pleasure. “Sorry Andy, can I have a towel?” “Oh yeah sure”, I called over my shoulder, my hole contracting around my finger at the sound of Louis’ voice calling out from the bathroom. I stood up, took my finger out my ass, licked it (all the while thinking about it being Louis’ finger, cock or anything) and quickly pulled up my shorts. Stepping over to the bathroom, I picked up a towel from the clean laundry pile and pushed the door ajar just enough to hold the towel on the other side for Louis to grab. But he didn’t grab. “No, Andy, I don’t want to mess up your bathroom by stepping out the shower soaking wet and getting water everywhere.” What a well-brought-up young man. And/or what a great chance to see him naked. Either way, the shard up my ass did my thinking for me and wouldn’t let me pass up the opportunity to see Louis naked. And, in fairness to the shard and my ass, that was the right decision. I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped in, holding out Louis’ towel for him, while finally coming face-to-face with a full frontal view of the beautiful teen about whom I had lusted, jerked off and fingered myself over so many times.

Some of Them Want to Abuse You My name is Joey Powell, and let me tell you about my life. I was a graduate student at UCLA five years ago. I had just married my high school sweetheart, she had just given birth to our first son and I was working as an assistant pharmacist at our local CVS. Life was good, I was on track for my masters, better job, better money, more stability… everything anyone could ask for. And then one night I saw two cops kill a guy in the parking lot. I was just getting out of work and they had been questioning a couple of guys who had been parked there all night. As I got into my car I saw one of them fire three rounds into the car, if the passengers weren’t dead they soon would be. I freaked out, rushed home as fast as I could, hoping they didn’t catch my license plate. I had hoped in vain. Two days later the police showed up at my house on a report of child porn. They searched my computer and found files and files… The two cops I saw in the parking lot watched as I was handcuffed and put in the squad car. The younger one testified against me, saying he had communicated with me on a message board where I asked for pictures of his young son. No one listened to my story about the shooting, I was convicted and sent up for five years. I flunked out of college, my wife, who believed the cops, left me, took my son, within a month I went from having the dream life to being Jose’s bitch. Jose being my new cellmate. I spent five years being used and abused by most of the guys in my cell block. I looked up the cops, the older one was killed in a shootout a year into my sentence, but the young one…the young one lived a charmed life. His name was Kevin White and he was had been the youngest guy to be made detective in the LAPD. He had been a high school jock, married and had a son with his high school sweetheart at 17, joined the Marines, got out, became a cop…and then ruined my life. As I sat in prison I saw his son become a local sports hero, making the varsity baseball team by 16. I had planned on teaching my son to throw a ball, now I would be lucky if I ever got a photograph of him again. There was a small local news piece on the two of them winning a father-and-son bodybuilder contest, the two of them looking more like siblings than anything else. They looked happy, arm around his son’s shoulders…time in here had made me more than appreciative of a man’s body and I could see they were both studs. It was at this moment, this image, that I began to plan. Finding out where he lived wasn’t hard in this day and age and his kid was a popular jock with social media out of the wazoo. He was a little stud, the kind of kid I would have loved my son to be like, from there I found his mom’s Facebook and from there I began to cyberstalk them. The wife worked for a marketing firm, traveled a lot, nice looking woman, but then Kevin was hot as fuck, so I wasn’t surprised he had scored a babe. The more I watched them, the more I wanted to do something. I began to count the days of my release, making my plans the whole time. Being a college graduate in prison is a rare thing and I had made some connections doing things like taxes for their spouses and explaining legalese to the dimmer guys. So I had a lot of connections on the outside that started doing some groundwork for me. Some gang guys got me a lot of pics of their place, looks like son and dad had a little gym in their garage and liked to work out together. It looked nice, I would have liked something like that with my son. The wife did a lot of traveling, cabs and Uber came and went at least once a month. Slowly a routine presented itself, and where there is a routine, there can be a plan. I spent all my free time working out, in prison there wasn’t much else to do and I had a lot of anger to work out. I went from a normal, college guy to jacked in the years I was there. I went from being fucked every night to fucking guys myself, my attitude changed, my personality, everything. I evolved into something else. I still looked like the same, clueless guy that had been thrown in here though, so my parole meeting went well and four years, 10 months to the day, I walked out a free man. The gang whose leader I had helped inside had some people waiting for me when I walked out. They had a place where I could crash and had collected the rest of the things for my plan. See what I had learned inside was this. There was a pretty large number of corrupt cops in the force, Kevin’s partner had been one and brought him into the fold pretty quickly. More than a few guys inside had been busted by these guys, and they were just looking for a way to get back at them for what they had set them up for as well. Basically, this had gone from me wanting revenge to a group project with investors. I cased the place, walking past their house a few times a week so I could see things for myself. His son was magnificent, my god what a stud! Nearly six feet tall, toned, smooth, huge arms and ass from baseball…as I watched him lift in the garage I felt my cock stir. I wanted that kid badly. A couple of days later I saw Kevin and was struck by twin impulses of lust and fury. He had gotten much better looking, filled out a lot, big motherfucker, huge tree trunk legs, massive guns, and damn…he no longer looked like a fresh-faced rookie. This was a fucking DILF…all the way. They were lifting and I watched as he did squats…and knew after all this was done…I was going to have that ass. I watched them for two weeks before I was ready to strike. According to the wife’s Facebook, she was heading out of town this Thursday, which would give me a whole weekend with them without anyone knowing what was going on. Kevin usually took the weekends off, which meant after Friday night, no one would be expecting them anywhere until Monday. Plenty of time. The kid got home from practice around 4 in the afternoon on Fridays, Kevin got off at 6, I had a two-hour window to get things set up. The gang members wanted to help but they lived in a real high-class neighborhood and a bunch of strangers showing up would just draw attention. Since I had not gotten any ink on the inside, I still looked like a nice, young man so when I jogged the neighborhood no one looked at me twice. The gang members couldn’t say the same. That Friday I had a lifting tank, short shorts with no underwear, and a pair of white kicks on when I jogged by the house. The kid was already out there lifting, looking like a fucking snack. I had worked up a decent sweat by the time I got there and paused on the sidewalk and looked in. He paused his pump and looked at me questioningly. “You’re Baxter White right?” He smiled and nodded. “Man, I saw you on the news! Dude…” I walked up and held out my fist for him to bump, “You look swoll.” I could see the compliments were hitting home and he said, “You too man, looking good, what’s your name?” “Adam,” I lied, “This is a nice setup,” I said looking at the equipment." “Yeah my dad is serious, you wanna lift?” “Really?” He nodded. “Fuck yeah man, let’s do it.” We began to work out, the whole time I was checking this little stud out. It was an hour before his dad got home and I asked if there was a bathroom I could use. He nodded and we walked into the house as he showed me where it was. I took a rag out of my pocket and shoved it over his face from behind. He struggled twice and then slumped into my arms… Part one, check. Kevin came home after six, he called out for Baxter but got no response. He went upstairs to check the kid’s room, opened the door, and froze… His son’s arms and legs were tied to the corners of his bed, rag in mouth, completely naked. “Bax!” he cried, rushing into the room to untie him. He got two steps before I put the rag over his mouth and watched him slowly fall to the floor, his son screaming into the gag the whole time. As the cop who ruined my life fell unconscious to the ground I knew, I had done it. It was time. Kevin White I slowly woke up and had no idea where I was. My head was thick and my vision was blurry. As I came to I realized, I was in trouble. This was my garage, but a lot of the gym equipment was moved around…and someone was on the weight bench. I blinked a few times and I saw it was Baxter! He tied down on the weight bench naked…a gag in his mouth. I tried to move and realized I was tied to a chair as well! What the fuck? Someone else was in here with us! I looked and this jacked guy was leaning against the far wall, just watching me. “Who the fuck are you?” I growl, trying my best to intimate him. He chuckles and shakes his head, “See that’s cold. I’ve spent the last five years thinking of nothing but you and you…you don’t even recognize me.” Who was this fuck? Why was it so hot in here? I was sweating like a fucking pig… “I’m a police officer, you picked the wrong house to break into.” He laughed, “Kevin, what kind of detective are you? I know who the fuck you are, I know exactly who you are. This isn’t some random robbery, I’m not just some thug…you took my life away from me and I’m here to replay the favor.” He walked towards me and Jesus he was ripped…who was this guy? “Nothing?” he asked, “Man, how many people have you sent to jail on bullshit charges?” My head was so fucked up…but as he came into the light he looked familiar. Sent to jail? Oh shit. “Joey?” His smile became predatory, “Welcome to the conversation.” Fuck, this was the guy we planted child porn on to discredit him from telling people what he saw us do. Shit it’s been five years, he just got out…fuckfuckfuck. “Look Joey…” I began to ask and he held up a hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there. It’s like this, if you don’t know a magic word that can give me back the life you took from me then there is literally nothing I want to hear from you. So save the explanations, sorry, the threats, everything. Don’t say another word or I will start cutting things off.” He held up a set of wicked-looking wire cutters. “You got it? Shut the fuck up.” I nodded quickly, both Baxter and I were fucking naked, I couldn’t have this guy getting worked up. “So this is the game, I am going to tell you to do something, and you’re going to do it. No argument, no denial, nothing. You push back and I start cutting. A finger, a toe, maybe a tongue, I really can’t tell you, but it’s simple. I say, you do, everyone keeps their shit. Got it?” I nodded, feeling a little dizzy when I did, what the hell was wrong with me? “Great, so let’s get your untied,” he cut the bond and I jumped up and swung at him. And fell forward to the floor, my head spinning. His foot pressed against my back, “That’s your one freebie, I can’t blame you for trying, try again and I start cutting. Do you need an example to see I’m not fucking around?” I shook my head, feeling like I was half drunk. “Great crawl over to your boy…all fours…come on.” I had to do as he said, I slowly crawled over to the weight bench, Baxter had his arms stretched over his head, he was sweaty and his cock was rock hard! I had never seen my boy naked and hard before,…I was so proud he had inherited my cock. What the hell? I shook my head as I got closer…why was I so unfocused? He grabbed the back of my hair and dragged me up to the weight bench, eye to eye with Baxter’s dick. “You have a fine-looking kid here, I mean look at that cock…that’s a handful.” He was right, I had a huge cock, a source of pride for me all my life and my boy got the same dick. He was easily over right inches, he be more than nine like mine in a year or two. I’m sure he pulled down major pussy as I had at his age. “Come on Kevin, take hold of it…grab your boy’s cock.” I looked up at him and say he was serious, sighing I reached out and took hold of my son’s cock…it was so warm! He was thick, it was like holding my own cock… “Give it a stroke…come on dad…show him some love.” I slowly started to stroke his cock, my brain was so fogged…I couldn’t think…but it was a big dick…like my own… Baxter whimpered through the gag, looking down at me as I held his cock. Joey reached over and took the gag out of his mouth and Baxter gasped, “D-dad…what are you doing?” “Daddy is gonna make you feel good kid…” Joey answered for me, “Just sit back and enjoy it.” “Fuck off freak!” he raged and I felt a pang of fear for my son. “Your boy is worked up…let’s calm him down,” he told me, “Why don’t you take a lick?” I looked up with desperate eyes and saw he was waiting for me to argue, he wanted to cut something off! I slowly moved towards Baxter’s cock. “D-dad! Dad! Don’t…don’t…!” I liked the head of his dick and he gasped and let out a loud moan. I swirled my tongue around his head, I’d never touched another man’s dick before so this was all new to me. It was warm and I could taste his sweat as I slowly licked… “Oh god…” Baxter panted as he threw his head back, “Please dad…please stop…” Joey’s mouth was on my ear, “Keep going dad, or you’ll have a daughter in one snip…” I took hold of my son’s cock and began to lick down his thick shaft, I could feel him shake as he felt his father’s tongue move down his length. He moaned again as I moved back up, he really did have a great cock. I imagined all the pussy he had tagged with this and felt myself get a little turned on. What the hell… “Come on daddy…suck your boy’s cock…” I moved over to his head and slowly slipped my mouth over it, hearing Baxter's whimper turned me on again and I was losing control… “Cover your teeth,” Joey instructed, “Make sure you’re using your tongue…” I did as he said and Baxter began to moan louder as he protested, “Dad…don’t please…oh god dad…fuck…” he said as his head slammed back against the weight bench, trying to deny the pleasure I was bringing him. “Yeah feel him squirm under you? Listen to how much you’re turning him on…” His words were like a fucking parasite, burrowing into my brain, taking root…it was hot to hear my boy moan. I was getting off on it…my cock was hard as a rock and as I worked his cock with my tongue I felt myself start to get into it. “Come on daddy,” Joey said pushing my head down onto his cock, “Don’t hold back.” “DAD!” Baxter yelled as he felt me start to gag on his cock, I had his whole length in my mouth and I could feel his hips start to push up automatically. I could taste his precum leak from his tip as I let my son facefuck me with his fucking thick-ass jock dick. “Dad…oh god dad I’m sorry…” he said as he thrust up, gagging me each time as he started to really shove his cock into my mouth. “Yeah fuck your dad’s face…come on punk…get it!” Joey raged. His words seemed to spur Baxter on and he stopped pleading and really thrust his cock up, “Yeah…fuck yeah…” he moaned as I gagged. I held his hips as I let him fuck my mouth, his body was so smooth, so strong…with a fine sheen of sweat he glistened like a young god…how had I never seen how hot he was? Or had I…and just denied it? Joey grabbed my hair and literally pulled me off Baxter’s cock, my tongue fell from my mouth as I looked confused as to what happened. Baxter looked up, cock dripping with my spit, confused, so close to cumming… “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Joey said, “You can’t just suck his dick, what about his balls?” He shoved my face down and I was face to face with Baxter’s bull-sized balls. They were shaved, smooth as a baby’s ass…I felt my head pushed once and I slowly began to lap at them with the tip of my tongue. “Oh fuck dad…” he sighed as he felt me slowly begin to worship his oversized balls. He squirmed as I moved from one to the other, finally taking one into my mouth and rolling it around, “Oh shit…yeah fuck…dad…” he cried out as I began to go to town. “Yeah work those baby makers,” Joey whispered, “Don’t be afraid to go lower…” I played with my son’s balls for a bit, making him babble and beg for more…and then licked under his sac, causing him to pause for a moment as his dad’s tongue touched him where no one had before. I had a whore in Singapore do this to me on leave, I began to lick at his scrotum, the sensitive area caused him to squeal in joy. I spread my boy’s legs wide as I began to gnaw on the area lightly, I remember when this was done on me it felt like fucking nirvana. Sure enough, I see his toes curl as he spreads his legs even wider and he lets out a gasping, “Daddy…” The word sends me into a frenzy as I gnaw and tease his taint, his whole body shakes as I hear him cry out in ecstasy. I move to start jacking myself off under the weight bench but Joey stops me, “Nope, not yet.” Instead, I grab my son’s hard, muscular buns and pry them open as I go lower…I am desperate now to bring him pleasure…the more he moans the more I am turned on. My brain is on fire…I didn’t care about anything anymore except getting my boy off. Spreading his muscle apart I see his tiny little jock hole and I am stricken for a moment, what was I doing? “Snip, snip daddy…” Joey said behind me and I knew, I didn’t have a choice. I leaned in and licked around his hole and the reaction was instant. “DAD! OH GOD PLEASE…NOT THERE! PLEASE DADDY…NO…NO!!” He screamed as I pushed into him, his hole giving way to his dad’s tongue…he was too tight…so warm…I could hear him sob as I slowly began to lick his hole…violating him in his most private spot…the one place no man wants to be violated. “Oh god…oh god…” he chanted as I felt me push into him, I had been eaten out a few times in my life and I knew how disturbing it felt at first, and how quickly it became addicting. No straight guy wants to admit he likes his ass being played with but once a tongue got up in there…all bets were off. After about a minute he let out a low, “Shittt…” and I felt his hole open completely as I pushed all; the way into him, “Dad…fuck…oh dad…” he whimpered as he Once inside I knew he had surrendered, I ass relaxed, his legs were split wide, I wasn’t pushing them open anymore, he had them spread by himself…for a moment I was reminded his mom was the same way when I ate her out and I felt another surge of lust move through me as I began to tongue fuck him mercilessly. “Dad…dad…dad…” he was panting as I pushed in and out of his quivering hole, I was losing it again, his moans were turning me on more and more… “Yeah lick your boy’s pussy,” Joey whispered, "Work that jock cunt…listen to him whine…he loves it daddy…he loves your tongue. Again his words were killing me, the second he called it a cunt I felt my cock throb as I began to eat him out earnestly. Hearing my son squeal and cry as his virgin ass was slowly pried open by his old man’s tongue…oh god I wanted this…I wanted this bad… “Oh dad…oh god dad…” I heard him beg, he was pushing back onto my mouth now, he had given up, surrendering his jock hole to me. The thought of my super straight jock son giving up his fucking pussy to me was like catnip, I was so turned on now…we were both sweating and my cock was dripping precum on the floor as I kept making my son cry out my name. “Don’t you want to fuck him?” Joey whispered and I felt my mind scream. I pulled off his ass and looked down at him, his muscled body was heaving, he looked up at me with an open mouth, drool sliding down his chin and his cock slapped up against his six-pack. I was trying to see my little boy, my baby…but all I could see was the fucking stud he had become…and how bad I wanted to own him. “Come on Kevin, show your boy how he was made, don’t you want him to see how you fuck?” My mind was scrambled, I needed to fuck something now. My entire body needed to cum and I found my resistance melting under the heat. I knew this was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t want this…but as I got to my feet and slowly stroked my cock looking at my son’s body…I knew I was going to anyway. “You don’t want to hurt him,” Joey whispered to me, “Let’s get you prepped.” He led me up to Baxter’s head, “You sucked him off…only fair right?” I nodded as if in a dream and I moved one leg over the bench, straddling his chest. “Dad?” Baxter asked panicked, “What are you doing?” “Open up for daddy,” Joey said as he grabbed my cock and put it up to my son’s mouth. “Dad?” Baxter pleaded as my cock got closer, “Please don’t…” Joey pushed my cock against his closed mouth and the contact made me shiver…god, I was horny. Joey grabbed his throat and made him gag, when his mouth opened my cock slipped in and I felt my son’s inexperienced mouth surround my cock. “Cover your teeth,” Joey told my son as he pushed my ass forward, my eyes fluttered as I felt my son’s tongue move around my cock, “You feel that?” he asked, “That’s the cock that made you…don’t you think your daddy is big? Big fucking cock huh?” It felt like his words affected him because Baxter;'s tongue became a little more engaged and he began to lick around my head as I face fucked him. My hands gripped the back of his head as I began to pump into his mouth on my own, I didn’t need Joey to spur me on…this felt so fucking good… I heard my son whimpering around my cock as I made him suck my cock, his mouth was extended around my shaft, I was showing my boy what a real cock looked like…and he looked so pretty sucking it…so much like his mom… I heard him gag as I hit the back of his throat and he looked up at me with wide eyes as I slammed my cock into him, I watched his eyes water as he struggled to take my whole length. I loved him so much but the desire to own him, to fucking make him take my load…it was too much. I was losing my mind. I heard him choke as the tip of my cock slid down his throat, god I loved seeing whores choking on my cock. I fucking lived seeing sluts struggle to take my fucking cock…the way they pleaded, begged for air as I slammed harder and harder…I fucking… “Hold up Kev,” Joey’s voice came from nowhere, “Don’t forget his ass…” He was right! I did want to fuck him, feeling that tight, jock hole grip my cock… I slid my dick from his mouth and he began coughing as I moved down the the other side of the bench. “Dad…please…” he said miserably but who this little stud was kept slipping from my mind. He had a tight fucking body and I wanted to show this punk who was boss…make that muscled body shiver around my cock… I pushed his legs open and he began to panic. “Dad! Please…please don’t fuck me…please daddy…” I loved it when they called me daddy. I felt my head push against his hole and he closed his eyes and whimpered, “Dad…” He tried to tighten it up but with all the spit and the exhaustion, I forced my way in with a loud groan from him. “DADDD…” he said and then gasped when my head popped in him, “Oh god…dad…please…you’re in me!” And he was my little boy…and was scared…as I slowly pushed in I said, “Shh…just relax…it’s ok…daddy’s got you…” FUCK he was so tight! It was like an oven up in his ass, my cock was gripped with a velvet vice and I growled as I kept going… “Please daddy…no…oh god…please don’t fuck me…you’re too big! FUCK!” Jesus this kid had to be a virgin! Fucking jock virgin hole all mine…and fuck yeah keep calling me daddy…fucking slut…fucking begging faggot slut… I had nine inches of fucking marine cock to feed this jock, he had six and I could hear him moaning like a fucking stuck pig… virgin's asses always took time to adjust and with a slab of meat like mine, it hurt in the meantime. As I kept pushing I looked over at…the guy…whoever he was, “Can you shut him up?” He was holding up my phone, filming me rail this slut. He nodded and reached into his pocket and tossed me a small bottle. He indicated I should put it under the kid’s nose and went back to filming. I opened it and fuck it stank, it was poppers! Oh, this was perfect, I closed one of the kid’s nostrils and put the bottle under the other, “Inhale.” “D-dad…please…” “INHALE!” I barked and I could feel him jump around my cock, he locked eyes with me and slowly inhaled. I moved it to the other nostril and he did it again. “Good boy,” I said putting the bottle down, “Let’s do this…” I pushed in and the kid's eyes rolled back as he moaned, the poppers hit him and he had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore. I slammed the rest of my cock into him and he grunted as I bottomed out in his jock cunt. Oh god, he felt so good, that muscled ass spasming around my fucking shaft as it adjusted to having a real cock in it. I pulled my cock out slowly and he moaned, thrashing his head back and forth as his drugged-out mind reacted to the feeling…I pushed back in, using his stupor to break his tiny hole quickly. As I fucked him he began to mumble, calling my daddy and some nos… I kept fucking him until his ass gave up the ghost. I plowed him for minutes, watching that muscled body slowly gyrate under me, his abs flexing, his cock slowly hardening again…he was pushing back into my thrusts, still out of it from the poppers. But his body liked it, wanted it…as he slowly came back to reality I was taking all nine inches easily, moaning with each impact. “Dad?” he slurred as I fucked him, “Oh! Dad…dad…ohhhh…” he whined as I slid my cock across his prostate, making his cock fully harden. “Yeah, you like that? You want more?” I asked, holding his thick legs apart, slamming that pussy over and over… “Oh god…dad…dad…!” he cried arching his back, “Ooohhhh…” His cock was smearing precum over his perfect abs, I was struck by my boy’s cock again as I began to really give it to him. My son was whimpering like a whore under me and I watched him push back onto my cock like his mom did when I fucked her. I leaned in, shoving every inch into him and his eyes got wide as I smiled at him, “You like daddy’s cock? You want that?” “Oh dad…fuck…oh please dad…harder…oh fuck me…” “Untie him,” a voice called out and I realized he was still tied up. I undid his arms and he threw them around my shoulders, I pulled him up and he slid down my cock with a loud groan, “Oh daddy…fuck me…fuck me…” I held his waist as he began to ride me, his cock trapped between our abs, his moans spurring us both on. “Take it cunt…take daddy’s cock…beg for it…come on beg…” “FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!” I was slamming him down onto my cock now, each impact causing a burp of precum to issue from his cock. The little whore’s head was thrown back so I leaned in and started to gnaw on his neck, he squealed as marked him as my whore, he looked down and I loved him so much…my hot, fucking boy… We kissed as I fucked the life out of him. I felt my balls tingle and I broke the kiss, “I’m gonna breed you boy…you want daddy to get you pregnant?” “Oh, daddy…do it…breed me…shoot in me…oh…oh!” I felt my cock pulse as I began to shoot into my boy’s cunt, he felt his daddy’s cum and his own cock went, spraying us both with his hot load. We cried out as we came… our mouths meeting again as our cum smeared itself over our bodies. “Love you daddy…love you…” he said, kissing my face, licking his own load off my cheek. “Love you too…” I said, kissing him back, my cock painting his guts with my seed. We stopped fucking, sitting there, holding each other, covered in sweat and cum, I had never felt so close to my boy before. We began kissing again and after a while I laid him back on the weight bench and made love to him properly. His legs straight up, begging his daddy to fuck him harder. By the time we passed out and came to, Joey was long gone. Baxter wouldn’t look at me as he rushed upstairs, I found my phone and saw the video, of me, fucking my son like there was no tomorrow. Even now I felt my cock pulse watching it, but I had to destroy it. I had to get rid of it before… There were two texts on my phone. One was from an unknown number saying, payback is a bitch The other was from my wife demanding to know what his video was. There was a pounding on the door and I heard the police tell me to open up and I knew… This was the price I paid for screwing him over.

I love being fucked bareback while I’m sucking cock. It’s the fukkin best when they both cum at the same time. I love feeling a hot load being pumped up my arse while a thick load of sperm is filling my mouth.

This is a good example of why I think chasing is so hot. A bottom is willing to risk his health (or risk his life, or give his life... I guess it could change depending on the context) all for the cause of giving one top a few minutes of pleasure. All for one man who doesn't know the bottom's name and doesn't care, who he will likely never see again. In some cases, it might even be less than a few minutes. But what matters to the bottom is that he gets this man off, and he's proud that he's the one chosen to do it, no matter the consequences. I can't think of anything more submissive than that.

Kevin was a little nervous as he took the elevator up to Mike's apartment. His buddy had messaged him the day before about a last-minute surprise party he was throwing for a friend, and really thought Kevin would have fun. He said there would be about 15 guests, mostly guys in their 50s and 60s, so Kevin would definitely be the youngest guy there. He had just turned 28 the month before. That appealed to Kevin, who was really into older men. He hadn't been to a play party in awhile. But since he wouldn't know anyone except Mike, he was uneasy about what to expect. Mike opened the door and greeted him with a big smile. "Kevin, you made it!" he said, throwing his arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. The party was already underway, with loud music playing and about a dozen men standing around drinking and talking. It was definitely an older crowd, with most of the men having grey beards and wearing leather vests and pants. Most of them were bears, which was Kevin's favorite type of man. Mike handed Kevin a drink and walked him around, introducing him to the other guests. Kevin attracted a lot of flirting, with guys saying how cute he was and hoping he was a bottom, which made Kevin laugh. He certainly was a bottom, he told them, which made each of them even more flirty. "Oh, I want your ass first!" said a man named John, slapping Kevin's butt for emphasis. About a half hour passed and the party was really getting started. Most of the guests had taken off their shirts, and some were down to their jocks. The liquor was flowing and some of the men were doing cocaine and ecstasy. Some of the men had drifted into Mike's bedroom, where he had a sling set up next to his bed. "Come on, Kev," said Mike, waving toward the bedroom. Kevin followed and saw that the sling was already in use, with two bears fucking loudly. Other guys had paired off and were kissing and groping each other. There was a pile of leather clothing in the corner. By this time, Kevin was getting pretty drunk. As soon as he entered the bedroom, guys began coming over and fondling him. He took off his shirt and immediately felt a pair of hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. All the attention gave Kevin a big boner, which several men commented on. Now there was about five men surrounding Kevin, groping his ass and crotch through his jeans, kissing him. He was the center of attention, and liked it. He didn't stop one of the men from undoing his jeans, and in a few minutes Kevin was totally bare assed. One of the bears was on his knees, sucking Kevin's cock. By now, everyone had entered the bedroom and was either watching Kevin or grabbing his ass, cock or balls. The two bears had finished fucking each other, so the sling was available. Almost before he knew it, Kevin was in the sling, his feet up in the straps, men surrounding him and tugging at his big erection. It all seemed like a hazy dream to Kevin. He had been drinking a lot and had lost his inhibitions. He hadn't expected to be getting all this attention, but was loving every bit of it. One off the men was kissing him roughly, probing his mouth with his tongue. Kevin closed his eyes when another man began licking his hole and fingering him. John, the guy he had first talked to, thrust a container of poppers under Kevin's nose. Kevin opened his eyes and saw a 60ish bear rubbing a cock against his hole. The man wasn't wearing a condom and Kevin thought about saying something, but by now the guy had already penetrated him and Kevin thought, "Fuck it." Everyone was watching him getting fucked now. Kevin was in complete sensory overload, his stiff cock leaking precum, which one of the men was licking up. Hands were pinching his nipples, mouths were sucking his toes. The smell of poppers was overpowering. Sweating, naked men were shouting and cheering over the throbbing music. The bear fucking him yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" He pulled out and shot his load over Kevin's ass. As the semen dripped down over Kevin's hole, another bear took his place and slurped up the cum, then came over and let it slide off his tongue into Kevin's waiting mouth. In the back of his drunken mind, Kevin regretted that he hadn't told the bear to wear a condom. But at the same time the idea of getting fucked bareback was exciting. Kevin even felt a little sorry that the guy hadn't shot his load into his hole instead of pulling out. Seconds later, another cock was inside Kevin's ass. It didn't take long before the guy was shouting that he was going to cum. This time, he stayed inside and spurted his semen deep inside Kevin's ass. The other men cheered and a little smile crossed Kevin's face. The next hour was a blur as one man after another took turns fucking Kevin. A guy named Jack pumped his load into Kevin's rectum, then walked around the sling and offered his sloppy cock for Kevin to suck. He opened wide and cleaned off the still-hard cock. Every guy who fucked Kevin after Jack did the same, with Kevin eagerly licking the cum still clinging to their dicks. He noticed that the jizz was now taking on a pink tinge, but he was too far gone to care. About a dozen guys had dumped their cum into Kevin's ass when John took his place in front of the sling. As John aimed his cock at Kevin's hole, he noticed a tattoo just above John's crotch. It was a biohazard symbol. Up until now, Kevin had just assumed that the men fucking him were HIV negative, but now there was no denying that he was about to be fucked by a poz man. Before he could think about protesting, John's massive erection was inside his sloppy hole. Kevin swayed back and forth in the sling as John rammed into him over and over again. Kevin noticed that his own cock was rock-hard and dripping as the thought of being pozzed drove him wild. Kevin waited anxiously for John's poz load to enter him. "Oh FUCK!" shouted John as he released his load deep inside Kevin. A second later, a thick rope of cum spurted from Kevin's own cock. He had never cum hands-free before, but the idea that John's HIV was entering his body was a huge turn-on for him. John brought his wet cock over to Kevin, who eagerly engulfed it in his mouth. Kevin recognized the metallic taste of blood mixed in with the semen as he cleaned John's cock. It was one of the most exciting moments of his life. Mike was the last man to fuck Kevin, who noticed that his friend also had the biohazard tattoo over his crotch. Mike's cum quickly joined the dozen other loads already inside Kevin's rectum. "You love having my poz babies inside you, don't you?" he grinned at Kevin. Exhausted but happy, the men lounged around Mike's apartment. Kevin was laying on the bed cuddling with John, cum oozing from his hole tinged with Kevin's blood. He had never felt better in his life, imagining the poz seed invading his body. The thought of being pozzed gave him another hard-on. "Mike, you told me this was a surprise party for a friend," Kevin asked. "Did he ever show up?" "Of course, silly! You were the friend. It's not just a surprise party, it's a conversion party and you're the guest of honor! Every guy who fucked you tonight has HIV, and most of us have detectable viral loads. Welcome to the club, Kev!" For a second, Kevin didn't know what to say. But he recalled a conversation he'd had with Mike a week ago, talking about pozzing and how it kind of turned him on to think about getting bred. Mike must have thought that Kevin was into the idea of becoming positive, and Kevin had to admit to himself that he was. "Of course, you can still do something about it, " Mike added. "Start on PEP tomorrow and it'll head off any infection. You have a couple days to decide." Kevin thought about it that night, but decided against taking PEP. He admitted to himself that he had fantasized about getting pozzed for a long time. He wanted to join the poz fraternity and never again have to worry about condoms or getting infected. It was a relief and exciting to finally be part of the tribe. A couple weeks later, Kevin tested positive for HIV. A month later, Mike invited him to another surprise party, and this time it was Kevin standing in front of the sling, injecting his poz seed into an eager young negative hole. Kevin was happy in his new life as an HIV-positive gift giver. He finally felt at home.

Hey guys. Part one of first story on here. Feedback welcome. 😈 PART 1 “Mmm I want that boy inside me so bad”, I said to myself as I pulled up in front of my house and looked across the street to see Louis heading out for a run. 18, tall and tanned, with dirty blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Wearing a white running vest and short green shorts, showing off his smooth arms and hairy legs. The sexy-as-fuck son of my neighbour Alice. Louis noticed my car pull up and gave me a wave with one of his large hands while he ran the other through his fringe, showing a dark tuft of hair in each armpit. Was that a bulge in those skimpy shorts, or just my wishful thinking? Either way, I’d already been super horny all the way hone, having picked up a weekend’s worth of supplies from my dealer; now, as always, seeing my beautiful boy crush took me to the next level. I pulled my eyes away from Louis’ body as he jogged down the road and got myself in the house. About half an hour later, I was showered and wearing my favourite CUM PIG jock, ready to start hitting the pipe and cruising hook up sites. I was just checking I had enough of the drinks and snacks that I like to have while parTying, when my doorbell rang. “Hmm, I’m not expecting anyone.” I slipped into some shorts, but didn’t bother with a top. My front door opens straight onto my studio apartment’s combined living/sleeping space (aka my parTy palace), so I did a quick check that nothing naughty was on display anywhere, then I opened the door. Standing before me was a very sweaty Louis. He was a little out of breath too. Both of these facts made me hard and I was pleased that my jock was holding me in place under my shorts. I think my ass got a little wet at the sight of him too. It normally does. “Hey Louis, you ok?” “Sorry Andy, mum’s away this weekend and I forgot my key. Can I use the spare you keep for us?” His voice was - always is - so sexy. A little husky and resonant, but still not quite a man’s voice. “Oh I don’t have it at the moment bud. Alice asked for it back when you guys were having that work done on your bathroom.” “Shit.” “Does anyone else have a spare?” “Nope.” “OK, I see … Er, well you’re really sweaty and hot from your run, so why don’t you come in, use my shower, put on some of my clothes and then we can work out a plan.” “That would be awesome Andy, thanks.” I move aside. Louis steps past me into the apartment. I can smell his sweaty body and for a second I almost lean forward and lick his glistening salty skin. Then I take control of myself, shut the door and show him towards the bathroom. “Help yourself to soap and stuff. What’ll drink when you’re out? I’ve got beer, Pepsi …” “A beer would be great. Thanks again Andy, I won’t take long.”

I have several boys that call me daddy and I LOVE it. Like several have said before it is the time of the daddy and I have all the sex I want with lots of sexy boys under the age of 30!

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-

Fucking assholes!

Before and after my first time at a bathhouse

Oh Fuck, I love a sloppy hole, especially when it's my hole. Two good loads and bring it on!! I love the second cock entering my slick hole. The third load is complete heaven!

it would just take one load for me, my hole tends to self lubricate after some deep stimulation, most of the time, a bit of spit is all I need to start, once the cock is in, then it's all systems go.

Chapter 3 – More New Guys Chapters 1 and 2 tell about an evening at my friend’s house, where he promised to give me the night of my life. Alex and I played together a lot, and sometimes, other guys joined us. Tonight, I was the bottom for whoever he had come over. So far, he’s played in my ass, as has another new guy. Two more guys just arrived while the other guy is almost elbow deep in my ass. “How’s his ass?” asked one of the new guys. “Fucking awesome. You’ll find out soon enough.” “Yeah, but we gotta catch up with you guys. You’re all pretty spun.” I heard the torch click, followed by the sound of deep hits being taken from the pipe. They blew clouds for a while, then someone brought the pipe over to the guy fisting me. He still had his arm in me and was leisurely playing in my ass. He took a hit and then I felt him blow out the cloud on my cock and hole. He pulled all the way out, leaving my hole to gape. The next cloud was blown at my hole so some of the smoke could penetrate my ass. Then, they brought the pipe up to me. “Smoke up, hole. You’re gonna get a good workout.” I took a few hits and amplified my intensity. It was already pretty high, but I had no idea what might be coming my way next. My hands wandered down to my ass and I was probing around the fleshy lips of my hole. “Look at that. He can’t keep away from his hole.” “Then we oughta fill it.” I heard the lube cap snap open and could tell someone was getting ready to work my ass. Next, I felt air moving across my sensitive, swollen ass as someone blew lightly on it. I twitched in response, prompting a snicker from the guy. And now, someone was stroking my hole. He’d stroke over it, dipping fingers in as he played. Soon, I felt a hand at my entrance and prepared to be entered again. He pushed in and I opened my ass to let him enter. Fuck, he must have entered with a fist! I guess my gape, and what he saw the other guy doing to me, let him know I could take it. His hand felt great as he dropped into my ass. He hadn’t gone very deep, but I could tell this guy had huge hands. He used his fist to really open my hole. He was playing around at that point where he was providing the ultimate stretch to my ass. While there, he’d twist his hand around, letting his knuckles glide over my ass muscles. He knew what he was doing, and my ass responded in kind, opening more and more for his invasion. It opened so much that he started to add some fingers from his other hand into the mix. Now, it was his fist and a few other fingers that were trawling around at the entrance to my ass. The feeling was intense, bordering on uncomfortable, but he rode that fine line well. He pulled all the way out and added lube to his hands. At this point, my ass was so open and prelubricated that I’m not sure he needed any, but you can never have too much lube. When he entered this time, he went in with a horizontal fist. The first time, he went in vertically, which aligns with my slit, but I was opened enough that he could let the width of his fist enter through my opening. Again, it was intense, but it felt amazing, and I let out a moan of pleasure. He kept driving his fist deeper and deeper into me. He was moving at a slow but steady pace, and my ass was happily accommodating him. He stopped when he reached the bend into my colon, since his fist wouldn’t slide into that narrower channel. Then he started to fuck me with his fist. Back and forth he moved, twisting his fist as he went. He was giving me a true fist fucking and I was loving it. After a bit of this, he stopped with his hand deep inside me and told me to do some poppers. I grabbed the bottle and did two quick snorts, anticipating what was to come. As the fumes hit my brain, I could feel my ass open even more. With a deep guttural growl of appreciation, he started his movements again. This time, it was magic! He was moving his fist back and forth inside me and I reached down to spread my ass open for his violation. I pulled my cheeks apart to give him the best access to power fuck my ass with his fist. We were both making animal noises as he worked my hole over with his hand. Intensity at this level can only last so long, and we both realized that we needed to slow down and take it easy. He buried his paw in my ass and then told me that he was going to pull out. He took it nice and slow, letting my ass feel the hand that had just violated me so deeply and profoundly. I don’t think I’d ever experienced the kind of sensations that he had generated in me, and I was grateful for his effort. Once he was out, he stood up, walked to the head of the sling, and put his lips on mine. After we kissed, he told me how much he appreciated me and my skills. It was a thrill to know this was as unique an experience for him as it was for me. I was laying in the sling with my gaping ass open for everyone to see. I put my arms behind my head, enjoying that heady aroma of my sweaty pits. As I was resting there, Alex suggested that I get out of the sling for a break. “First, we need to take off the blindfold,” he proclaimed. He removed the fabric, and I slowly opened my eyes. Since I had been in the darkness for so long, they needed some time to adjust, but when they did, I was able to see the other guys in the room for the first time. One guy was tall and medium built, with short light brown hair. His body had a dusting of hair on his chest and legs, but not much elsewhere. His cock was hanging low, with massive balls dangling behind it. I’d put him in his 40s Another guy was shorter and thicker in all ways. He had a barrel chest covered in a sweet pelt of fur. I could see that his hair went over his shoulders, too. His cock was thick and nestled in a nest of dark hair. He, too, had seriously low-hanging balls. You know I wanted to see his ass since I was certain it would be wonderfully hairy. He looked to be mid-50s or a little older. The other guy was also hairy. He had a classic dad bod and looked like he might have been a high school or college athlete. Nice pecs, a big belly, and a nice uncut cock. He was very tall and was probably the oldest one there. I pointed to the first guy and said I thought he was my deep fister. He nodded his agreement. I told the second guy he must have been the one who pounded my hole, and his smile told me that I was right. The last guy hadn’t been inside me yet, but I told him there was still time. Alex helped me out of the sling. After being in there so long, I was a little wobbly (OK, the T might have played a role too), so he walked me over to the bed. I sat down, enjoying the feel of my engorged ass. Then, I picked up the pipe and torch.

I had been on PrEP for several months but decided to stop because I wasn't planning on having sex, but one day I was horny and stopped at the local ABS. Started by only sucking cock but eventually I got fucked a few times and took 4 loads by the time I left. It was on a Friday at 4pm when I knew I poz, but instead of feeling shocked, I was very horny. I decided to drive 2 hours to the closet big city with decent gay saunas, but before leaving I stopped at the same ABS to try my luck again. I was there for an hour and a half and was bred twice. Most guys wanted oral so I swallowed a few loads. With my hole loaded with two loads and still savouring those other loads I swallowed, I drove the two hours feeling very horny knowing that I had two loads in my hole. By the time I went into the sauna it was 8pm and the place was pretty crowed. As I looked for my room I saw a lot of guys with their doors open, some nice asses. I've been a bottom all my sex life but now, with the news that I'm newly poz and very detectable, I'm feeling the urge to fuck a hole and cream it with my toxic load. I wanted to fuck several holes and then carefully choose the hole where I was going to deposit my load. I wanted a young negative hole and to get one I played the top guy who always plays safe. There were two asses that interested me as I walked by their rooms, both with nice buttocks. I had taken a Viagra so I was hard as a rock. As soon as I walked into the first guy's room he asked me to close the door and immediately wanted me to fuck him bareback. I thought he was wither already poz or on PrEP, so I walked out the room. I found another nice ass, mid 20's who invited me into his room. When he tried to suck my cock, I stopped him and told him that I was always concerned about STDs to give him the idea that I was pretty safe. He told that he only sucked without a condom by always fucked safe. He was thinking of going on PrEP but that haven't yet. We started kissing and both of us getting really horny. As we rolled in bed my hard-on touched his hole and I noticed he liked it. I started to rim his hole and that made both even hornier. I told him that I would like to feel my cock in his moist hole but that I wouldn't cum but I when I started to fuck him I went over the edge and without saying a word, completely silent, I emptied my balls deep inside, grabbed my towel and keys and left. I went to my room, and took a long break before I was rested to be a cumhole myself at around midnight.

I would love to know what this idiot has been downloading to his personal computers or smart phones. Someone should get a google search and see exactly what he's been viewing the past few years.

HOT BUDDY!!!! Would be hot to meet up and pig out...

UGH, seems that the prior standard already prohibited transmission of obscene content if there is proof of "abusing, threatening, or harassing a person" per the article. to be fair (may not be a popular view here), i'd imagine that it is pretty difficult for parents to control what underage children see. Still, don't adults clearly have the right to do what they want unless it harms others?

That would be true, if you had made an argument. You haven't. Arguments involve taking a clear position and supporting it with relevant information. Your post from May 10th contains neither of those, just a link to a page that has the hallmarks of propaganda. [in case you were confused about that: https://cognitivepsycho.com/how-to-recognize-propaganda-a-guide-to-protecting-your-mind/ ] Indeed you don't, when the government has done it for you.

Here's a non-paywalled article on the same: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/sen-mike-lee-wants-a-national-definition-of-obscenity-here-s-why/ar-AA1EtQv1

I’m glad to have been of service @Pnp-pig 😈 Crashing a work deadline atm, but Part 3 is top of my to do list after that.

Really. So uh, good thing he's a boring nonentity who you can just all ignore and let him sit in his palace 500 million miles away. He doesn't have any "charisma" like the last one so you can forget about it. Unless Biden staggering around for 4 years made you feel so ill inside, you prefer to talk about "religious politics" than sex.

Grindr hookup last night. We said Dad and lad looking for young bottom. We got chatting to a 19yo boy and he was well up for it so we got him over. When he arrived he looked much younger than his years - like a fucking choirboy. We stripped off and got down to it. He sure surprised us. He spread his legs wide, presenting his hole. Drew mounted him and pounded his arse. The boy was loving it and begged Drew to breed him. Drew pumped his seed deep inside the boy’s hole and pulled out. Then he looked at me and asked “is Daddy gunna fuck me now” Those of you who know me know that “Daddy” is a trigger word for me. I forced my raging hardon up the lad’s hole and fucked him as hard as I could. He had no problem with me thrusting my cock roughly up his arse. I was surprised that such a young-looking lad had the experience of a cum dump. We kept hold of him for hours and we plastered 6 loads up his chute.

I love to be filmed while sucking cock. Sometimes I post on hookup sites looking to suck cock on video. I usually use two cameras, one on a tripod and the feeder holding the other. I love for the feeder to use his camera to get an action shot of his cum shooting into my mouth and then swallowing. Sometimes the top will pull out his phone and start recording which I don't mind either. I just plain love sucking cock, eating cum and show off while doing it.

Oh fuck! Lucky slave pig and slave bitch!

I have...it was fun but, perfer the hands

I've a feeling that there are more games of chance to follow 😉

off to a great start!

Tommo's response seemed suggestive as he reached his free hand on to Dave's stomach, "You feeling hot right now?" Dave could feel the older man's hand slowly move, in a circular motion, across his stomach, causing tingly sensations that travelled through his body. 'Mmmmm', he moaned, lost in the feeling. Tommo moved his face closer to Dave's ear and whispered "That feel good lad?". Dave couldn't speak, he'd gone into a state of bliss but responded with a slow nod of his head. Tommo took that as an invite and began gently kissing Dave's neck, tasting the horny younger man's sweat. He licked from Dave's shoulder up to his ear before taking the lobe in between his teeth and nibbling on it. Dave couldn't deny how good this felt, he was loving this. He felt Tommo's body heat against his own and then felt the older man's callused hand move from his stomach down to his pubes before landing on his cock, causing it to finally become hard. "Hmmm", Tommo began talking again, "Looks like you're finally coming around and I'd say you've got a serious piece of weaponry here". All Dave could do was give a mumbled response as Tom thought to himself how great an idea the higher dose of G mixed with a couple of viagra was. His mate's apprentice was putty in his hands. Dave couldn't fight it. He was so turned on but couldn't fully comprehend why. He knew the smoking had an affect on him but this was something different to earlier. He could hear Tommo but it seemed more like a dream than someone next to him, speaking directly to him. "That's it Davey boy, just relax and enjoy it." "Fuck lad, you're leaking so much." Dave felt Tommo remove his hand from his cock and looked at him in his dream-like, high state, a mixture of desperation and frustration. Tommo moved his face toward Dave pressing his lips hard to Dave's. The apprentice felt the bigger man's tongue force it's way into his mouth before Tommo's hands managed to grab the younger man and manoeuvre him on to Tommo's lap, his legs straddling the bigger man's sides. Without realising Dave began to slowly hump Tommo, their chests and cocks rubbing against one another, arms locked around each other. The room was silent, the tv screen, previously playing porn was now in sleep mode, the white light emminating from it offered the only light in the darkness. The air was rife with the smell of sweat and pre cum as the two men was lost in their primal need to satisfy themselves. The G had really kicked in and Dave didn't register Tommo's hand as it slowly made it's way down his back, gathering beads of sweat as it went. Tommo knew the young apprentice was ready as he crept a finger toward Dave's hole. The hairs damp, as he pressed his middle finger against Dave's entrance. It slipped in, nicely lubed from sweat and the remnants of Niall's earlier activities. Dave was only vaguely aware of what was happening to him as he felt the sensation of his hole being filled and played with. Slowly the thick finger of his bosses mate penetrated him, moving in a circular motion. He wasn't sure how long this lasted before a second digit then eventually a third followed suit as the other man's other arm kept his mouth pressed into a deep, hard kiss.

Chapter 2 – Guy number 1 In the first chapter, I tell about an evening with my buddy Alex. He told me that he had a special night planned for me and that I should prepare for a long and hard workout on my ass. We blew some clouds, then he put me in the sling, locking my feet into the stirrups and putting a blindfold over my eyes. Before he fisted me, he gave me a nice bump. I’ve been enjoying his work, but he left the room, and I’m pluggedd and in the sling. I kept flexing my ass muscles to play with the plug in my ass. It was deep inside me and gave me a nice stretch, so I enjoyed the sensations while I was alone. I found that I was able to reach down and play with the plug with my untethered hands, so I was twisting it around and pulling it partway out to really stretch my hole. Alex returned and took a few more pics with the plug stretching my hole. “I’m sending these to some of the guys who are coming over. This’ll let them know how much of a pig you are”. He was working the apps since I could hear the telltale notifications going off. While he was on his phone, I was working the plug around in my ass. At one point, I pulled it out and shoved it back in, which prompted a groan from me. That must have gotten Alex’s attention. “Piggy’s ass is hungry tonight”, he purred. “You fucking know it is”, I responded. “Maybe something new should go in there”, he said. He picked out a new dildo for my ass. “This one is thicker and longer. I can fuck you with this for a long time.” He pulled out the plug and started to insert the toy into my waiting hole. This was a thick one, and I felt an intense stretch as he slowly pushed it into me. I reached down and spread my ass wider for him to make the entry easier. “Do some poppers. The knot is ready to go in”, he commanded. I opened the bottle and took a few good snorts. Alex was twisting the toy around inside my ass, letting it rub against my inner walls. He waited while I capped the bottle and lay back in the sling. “Push out, pig. It’ll make this easier.” I pushed out as Alex pushed in. I felt the knot at my hole, then my ass opened up to swallow the bulge. It felt fucking incredible inside me. That was when I noticed the slight burn, telling me he was using laced lube. Between the smoking and bumping, plus this new introduction, I was spinning beyond belief. Once the knot was settled in my ass, Alex started to rotate the toy inside me, adding in small in and out motions as well. I was writhing in pleasure as the toy stroked over my ass. Next, he pulled it back, so the knot was just inside me. Alex knows how much I like a good stretch at my hole, and he was giving that to me now. He twisted and turned the dildo around, letting that knot traverse all the muscles of my ring. The feeling of fullness was intense, and I was in pig heaven. He played like that for a while, then we heard his doorbell ring. He shoved the toy in all the way and told me to keep it inside me while he answered the door. I did as he commanded and held the dildo in place, turning it around inside me. I heard Alex and another guy talking in the hallway. The other voice was not one I recognized and it was exciting to know that another guy was about to walk in on me while this massive toy plugged my ass. “Damn, this hole is even better in person”, I heard. Alex chuckled and said, “Do whatever you want with it. He’s just a hole.” My ass throbbed in response to this. “First, we gotta get you spun”, said Alex. I heard the click of the torch, then smelled the pungent smoke as it was building up in the pipe. Someone took a hit, and I could tell they passed the pipe back and forth. One of them came over and put his mouth over mine. I instinctively opened up, and we shotgunned some clouds back and forth. “This one’s all yours”, the other guy said. He clicked the torch, melted the crystals, then held the glass cock to my lips. I sucked as much of the smoke as I could and held it in my lungs. When I exhaled, I’m sure there was a huge cloud. “Again”, he demanded. I happily complied. After three hits, I was flying high. The new guy took his time getting settled in, but I could hear him and Alex rustling around as they smoked some more. The new guy asked about my limits and Alex told him that I wasn’t up for blood, shit, or extreme pain, but pretty much everything else was fair game. “Niiiice”, he commented. All this time, the knot dildo was embedded in my ass. I was turning it and pulling it back and forth to keep the lube active. The new guy must have noticed because he commented on how hot it was that I couldn’t keep my hands away from my ass. I chuckled at that and suggested that he get his hand in my ass. He seemed to agree because my hand was pushed away, and another hand took over control of the toy. He was twisting it around in my ass and pulling it back and forth but never taking it too far back. We played like this for a while, with me moaning in pleasure and him increasing the speed of his movements and getting the toy further out of my ass. He pulled it back more than he ever had, and the knot popped out of my hole. “Fuck, I didn’t know you had all of that inside you”, he exclaimed. With that, he pushed it back in deep and then pulled it out, using the knot to stretch my hole. He kept it from popping out this time before plunging it back in. He asked Alex to hold the toy while he lubed up his hands. Alex used one hand to control the toy and tweaked my nipples with the other. “You’re gonna love these hands”, he told me. “He’s an amazing top.” “Pull it out”, the other guy said. Alex pulled the toy out, and I immediately felt the new guy’s hand at my hole, preparing for the entrance. He slowly slid his hand into my ass. Even though his hand must have been folded in a duck position, he kept expanding his fingers out, giving me a great stretch. When he found my prostate, he paused there and used his fingers to tickle my gland. I responded with a groan and my cock responded by pumping out some precum. The new guy chuckled, and someone took my cock into their mouth, enjoying my sweet fluid. Now, he pushed past my prostate and started to go deeper into my ass. His arm would still rub against my sensitive gland, but it was clear that he wanted to go well past that point. He was in pretty deep when he stopped his insertion. He was flexing his fingers around inside me, probing my depths. I love that feeling and was pulsing my ass in appreciation. He was feeling around inside me just before my second hole. His fingers were teasing me, letting me know that his pleasure was in giving me pleasure. “Do some poppers, pig. I’m ready to go deeper.” I opened the brown bottle and took a few deep inhales, holding the last one. Once he knew that the chemicals had taken effect, he started to probe deeper into my bowels. He used his fingers to crawl forward through my ass. With the poppers and the T, my ass was open and ready, and he was taking full advantage of it. He kept moving forward in small increments until I felt the crook of his arm at my hole. Fuck me, he had his entire forearm embedded in my ass! I’d only gotten this deep a few times, and it was usually after extended play. Here was a guy who had only been working my ass for a (relatively) short time, and he was deep inside me. “Get some pics of this to send to the other guys”, he suggested. Alex snapped a few shots, as evidenced by the click of the camera app. “Oh yeah, these will work well”, he said appreciatively. “I’ll send them out.” The new guy was moving back and forth in slow, deliberate motions. Sometimes, he’d keep his hand all the way past my second hole, and other times he’d pull back to reenter through that sweet spot. One time when he pulled back pretty far, I heard him squirt more lube on his arm. That told me that he planned to stay in my ass for a good, long time. I was ready for that. While he was plunging his forearm into my ass, the doorbell rang again. “Go ahead. I’ll just get fisting this pig”. I heard Alex leave the room to answer the door. The other guy kept his arm inside me, moving it around a little more aggressively now. I guess he wanted to give the new guy a good show when he walked in. I had absolutely no complaints as he was working my ass over like a pro. “Fuuuck”, the next new guy said when he entered the room. “Yeah, this’ll be awesome”, said another new guy. There were now five of us, with me as the designated hole. This was going to be wild!

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.

Incest is hot. Like many here I have experience, and like many there’s experience with some family members wish I would have had. I love when a younger guy calls me his daddy. I’m involved with a 20 something and I’m an age appropriate where I’d be his father, and we have an incest role playing thing, daddy-son. He calls me daddy and so forth. But other younger guys have called me daddy and I enjoy it. Lots of younger guys are into older guys.

Part 6 As I continued feeding on Kevin's hole and sucking Ryan's cum out of it and down my throat I heard Ryan say, “I see you're wearing a wedding ring. So you're married, huh?” I mumbled an “uhhuhhh” as Kevin reached back and grabbed his asscheeks spreading them wider. “Does your husband know you're in the park eating cum out of another man's hole Justin?”, he asked seductively. I instinctively pulled my face away from Kevin's ass and turned my head toward Ryan. He was standing there naked, stroking a hard thick cock and looking down at me. “No, not a husband. I have a wife. I'm married to a woman,” I answered him as I stared at the throbbing meat in his fist. “For real?”, Ryan said. “Oh fuck dude that is so damn hot and dirty! How often do you get a chance to play with other guys?” I reached out my left hand and cupped Ryan's hairy balls as I told him this was only the second time ever. I told them my first time had been just a week ago here at the park. Kevin had turned around and his own hard cock was dripping precum onto the ground. “Fuck man that's wild! You must've really liked it. Had to come back here wanting more didn't you buddy?” He stepped closer to me and rubbed his leaking cockhead against my cheek. I moaned and reached out my free hand to wrap around his thick shaft. “I tried to resist it. I told myself I shouldn't but I couldn't forget how good everything felt last week. I...I needed more,” I finished with a low whisper. Ryan stepped closer too and I took his young manhood in the hand that had been fondling his nuts. “And you got more didn't you Justin?,” he asked. “Now you got two hot men to have fun with. We can make it twice as good for you if you want.” In reply I opened my mouth and slid my lips down nearly 4 inches of his cock. “Fucking A!” I heard Kevin say. “Yeah man do it. Suck that stud's hard cock down your cocksucking married throat! You need it don't you?” I Pulled back to catch my breath, spittle running down my chin. “Yes. Oh hell yes I need it. I don't know why but I do!”. And saying that I took nearly half of Kevin's cock into my hungry mouth. “Holy shit!” Kevin cried out. “Damn hot mouth man! Are you sure this is just your second time? You're a fucking natural sucking dick!” I hummed around his pole excited to hear him say how good I was sucking his cock. It made me want to do more to make both of these hot guys feel good. “What all did you do last week Justin?”, Ryan asked as he stood next to Kevin and I began going back and forth on their cocks. Releasing the dick in my mouth I grabbed each in a hand and began jacking them as I looked up into their horny eyes. “Made out, sucked cock, ate the guy's ass, and fucked him. Shot 3 loads in his ass. So much tighter and better than fucking my wife's pussy. And he had some kind of stuff he put in a bowl and when it started smoking we took turns sucking the smoke from the pipe. It made everything so much hotter and better!” I went down on Ryan's cock again as I said this moaning as his precum began sliding down my throat. Suddenly I heard a familiar “click” and looked up to see Kevin holding a flame underneath a pipe like what Drew had last week. He looked at me with dark hunger on his face and smiled a devilish but sexy smile at me. “You mean like this?” he asked as the smoke began filling up the bowl. “Yes! Yeah it was just like that!” I felt a tremble in my body and my head just seeing these men had the smoke I was craving. I felt Ryan pulling me up until I was standing in front of them my eyes locked on the smoke-filled pipe in Kevin's hand. He turned the stem toward me as I heard Ryan say, “Take it dude. Take a big fucking hit and let's have some fun.” I didn't need to be told twice as I parted my lips, felt the stem slip between them and I started inhaling deep and eagerly. “Keep sucking, daddy”, Ryan said in a hoarse whisper. “Suck in that fuck smoke just like you were sucking our cocks a minute ago. Give into it dude.” I sucked harder and longer than I had last week and within seconds I could feel the urge and need taking over my mind like it had with Drew. I took 2 more god-sized hits before Kevin pulled the pipe from my mouth and immediately Ryan pressed his lips to mine and I shotgunned the smoke to him. It was a huge cloud and we traded it back and forth 3 or 4 times before the clouds were gone. But our lips stayed connected as we started making out passionately and I was aware of Kevin working to remove my clothes. Soon we were all 3 naked on this path out in the open and Ryan and I continued making out running our hands all over each other's body. Without warning I felt my ass being spread then a hot wetness lapping at my musky hole. I pulled back from Ryan's mouth and moaned loudly. Looking down I saw Kevin on his knees behind me and his tongue was working it's way around and into my sweat soaked hole. “Oh gawwdddd yessss! Eat my hole stud! Fuck yeah it feels so good!! Eat my hole please!!” Saying this I felt Ryan pulling on my shoulders causing me to bend at the waist allowing Kevin's tongue to enter me even deeper. I opened my eyes as the sensations washed over me and found Ryan's hard dripping cock in front of me. I grabbed his hips and pulled his cock into my mouth greedily. He grabbed the back of my head and began pumping his meat in and out of my mouth. I heard him say, “We are gonna have some dirty fun today aren't we daddy? The 3 of us together!” I moaned deep in my throat giving myself up to having my mouth filled with cock and having my ass rimmed deep! (to be continued)

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

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.

The last several years I have really got heavily into watersports play, both giving and receiving. Some of my favorite besides drinking or having someone drink from my cock are fucking while wet. I have two fuck buddies that like to be fucked while we are both wet with piss. Both of them also like to lay in either the rubber play pool or on wet mat. One time my husband pissed on me and another guy I was fucking. I still have at least 3 scenes I would like to try out. 1). Here in Michigan where we we live it is cold so when you go to someone's house it is common for people to throw their coats on your bed since no closet space for guest coats. My fantasy is that when my husband and I go to bed after all the guests left we pull back the bedding to find out that some guys have pissed in our bed so we get to sleep in a wet bed that night. Not knowing who all pissed all in our sheets or how many guys. We just get to enjoy a wet night and the smell. 2). I have a buddy who is a nudist and works from home. He will often let guys piss on him at his sex parties that he hosts quarterly and then usually doesn't shower until the next day. I think it would be arousing to spend the weekend with him, both of us pissing on each other and letting it dry. Enjoying the smell on each other as we continue to share piss all weekend. He often likes to lay back on his couch and I would love to come by and just piss all over him. 3). My husband and I used to have sex parties at our house. My fantasy is to come down to the kitchen in the morning after spending the night with some guys in one part of the house while my husband was in his section of the house having fun with his types of guys. My husband is just starting breakfast for the guys who stayed the night in the house. He asks me if I want a glass or orange juice or some of his morning piss. I reply "Definitely a glass of piss!"

Sounds like the perfect night for just "a hole"!

I just started on Chapter 2, and here's another message from Gabriel. Chapter 2 – Part 1: Planning the next trip Hi, this is Gabriel again. I had found out from Erik’s messenger that Martin wanted to go to Barcelona next summer. Good thing Erik and his ex are still friends, because Martin wanted him to come along. Perfect. That would give me some months to plan my next move. As it turns out, I have a very close friend in Barcelona, Miguel. He very much looks like an innocent twink, but innocent is far from what I would call him. Even though he can be very charming and convincing when he meets new friends on dating apps, especially when they’re neg, Miguel attends all the private poz parties in Barcelona, and he and his friends are notorious. They are not on meds, and do not hold back on robbing and pozzing innocent neg men on vacation, especially when there’s good money in it. And paying is something I’m willing to do. So I called Miguel, and asked him if he could try and make friends with Martin, and told him his user name on Grindr. I just hope he can stay sober long enough to convince Martin to come over to his place.

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PART 2 - just feeling a bit off. Cody had been feeling under the weather for a few days and decided that a visit to the sauna might help him relax and sweat out whatever was ailing him. As he sat in the familiar steam room, he noticed another man, a 35-year-old, muscular American with warm, brown eyes, sitting across from him and recalled seeing him before as a regular at the sauna, known for his charm and charisma. "You look like you could use some company," Marcus said, breaking the silence. "First time here?" "HAHAH" he nevously let out "No, just feeling a bit off," Cody replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Well, maybe a little conversation will help," Marcus suggested, moving closer. "I'm Marcus, by the way." "Cody," he managed to say before another wave of dizziness hit him. Marcus noticed Cody's discomfort and swiftly moved to support him. "Hey, you don't look so good. Let's get you out of here." Outside, Marcus guided Cody to a private room, claiming it was a place to rest and recover. As Cody lay on the bench, Marcus removed Codys towel, claiming it was to help him cool down. Cody was suddenly too weak to protest as Marcus began to caress his body, his hands exploring every inch of Cody's skin upto his head, "You're so hot," Marcus exclaimed, his breath Cody's ear. "Let me take care of you." Cody's body responded to Marcus's touch, despite his weakened state. Marcus took this as a sign of consent and began to explore Cody's body further, his hands drifting lower, cupping Cody's growing erection. "You like that, don't you?" Marcus cooed, stroking Cody's cock as he took a small bottle from his bag and held it under Cody's nose. "Breathe it in," he instructed. The amyl nitrate hit Cody like a wave, his body relaxing instantly. Marcus smiled, knowing the drug would make Cody more pliant. "Now, let's see what you can do," Marcus said, positioning himself between Cody's legs. He leaned down, licking Cody's cock from base to tip, his tongue swirling around the head. Cody moaned, his hips bucking slightly. Marcus chuckled. He took Cody's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Cody's moans grew louder, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. Marcus pulled back, his lips glistening with spit. "You taste so good," he said, running his tongue along Cody's shaft. "But I want to taste something else." Marcus flipped Cody over, his hands gripping Cody's ass cheeks. He spread them apart, his tongue diving into Cody's hole. Cody gasped, his body tensing at the intrusion as Marcus licked and probed, his tongue circling Cody's entrance. He reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers and around Cody's hole, his fingers pressing in gently. "Relax," Marcus whispered, his voice soothing. "Let me in." Cody hadnt taken a cock in his arse since he was here well over a month ago and it took a deep breath for his body to begin relaxing as Marcus's finger slid in. Marcus began to move his finger in and out, his other hand stroking Cody's cock. Cody's moans filled the room, his body pushing back against Marcus's finger. "You ready for more?" Marcus adding another finger stretching Cody's hole. Cody's moans turned to whimpers, his body tensing again. "Shh, it's okay," Marcus soothed, his fingers really rampaging his ring. "You can take it." Cody took a deep hit of amyl, his body relaxing once more. More of his fingers were inserted again as Marcus leaned down, his tongue licking his fingers fucked the boys ass. "You're doing so good," Marcus praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see what you can really do." Marcus removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. Cody gasped at the sudden intrusion, his body stretching to accommodate Marcus as he began to move, cock sliding in and out of Cody's ass. Moans filled the room, his body pushing back against Marcus's thrusts. Marcus groaned, his hips moving faster. "I love the way you feel around my cock." Cody's body was on fire, his cock and head throbbing. He could barely reach down, to stroke himself but Marcus's cock was hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Cody's body. Marcus reached around, his hand wrapping around Cody's cock. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts, his other hand gripping Cody's hip. Cody's body tensed, his cock throbbing in Marcus's hand. He came without so much as whisper, his body just barely convulsing as his orgasm washed a cold sweat over him. Marcus groaned, his own orgasm hitting him moments later. He collapsed on top of Cody, their bodies slick with sweat. As they lay there, panting, Marcus reached for the bottle of amyl nitrate once more. "One more time," he whispered, holding the bottle under Cody's nose reaching back to unlock the door swinging it open........

Or bottoms be mandatory to give their top a ring and as long as the top has it he owns you, the ring represents his hole and with the tops finger through the hole is basically him having your ass in the palm of his hand where he has ownership 👄

Hey everyone. After more than a year I'm finally back at writing these stories. I started this last part over so many times without ever being satisfied with it that I eventually stopped trying and focused on other projects and didn't think about it all that much. I had a sudden surge of inspiration a few days ago and finally wrote it to completion. I've also started working on a spiritual sequel to it with a new victim/slave, also still featuring the characters of Rick and Tom, but I will slightly retcon a few things about them to fit the new ideas I want to play with better. So stay tuned for more, I'll try my best to not take a whole year to finish it this time, lol. It's shaping up to be quite a long story and I will start posting it, in a new thread, once I'm done with the second chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this epilogue to Tom's story: --------------------------------------------------------------- Part Seven - The Slave Formerly Known as Tom’s Last Entry It’s been over a year now since I’ve become a willing chem slave for my Daddy. At this point, I have completely forgotten what my life used to be before I moved into his house and discovered the wonders of gay sex, drugs, slavery, rubber, and so many wonderful kinks and perversions shown to me by my master and lover. For the past year, every moment of my life has been under the influence of some substance given to me by my Daddy. Sometimes I know what it is, but most of the time I have no idea. This constant state of euphoria and drug-induced haze has left me struggling a lot to form coherent thoughts and remembering anything with clarity has become very difficult. That’s why I asked Daddy if I could write down my thoughts one last time before I’m unable to anymore. I can feel my mind going away, replaced by this instinct-driven sex animal that Daddy has been shaping me up to be. I don’t regret my choice of becoming his complete slave, not one moment. But the price I have to pay for this blissful and exciting existence is my own mind. I sold my soul to the devil, so to speak, but I would do it all over again If given the chance. So, one last time, let me tell you about my life for the past year, and for what will likely be the rest of it. Shortly following my conversion into a poz slave, Daddy took me to a tattoo parlour to get my first ink of many. I now am adorned by several hot tattoos all over my body, starting with a sizable biohazard symbol surrounding my ass hole, like a target warning potential tops that only poz loads are allowed in. I also have a few dozen little spermatozoids tattooed all over my thighs, all seemingly swimming to reach my hole. Each sperm has a little biohazard symbol on it as well. These were my first tattoos, which were followed by several others, some more degrading than others. For instance, I proudly have the words « TOILET », « PISS SLAVE », « WHORE », and « POZ SLUT » displayed on my chest and on my back. The only problem with these is that they’re not often visible due to the several rubber suits I constantly have to wear, unless I’m wearing clear, transparent rubber. Every morning I wake up in my rubber cell in the basement, on my rubber bed, in one of the rubber suits I have to wear continuously. Sometimes I wear the same one for several days, sometimes I wake up in a fresh one. Sometimes it’s a plain black suit without any features, sometimes It’s a clear transparent one that makes me look like some weird medical experiment. I also get to wear various, more elaborate ones with biohazard symbols on them, clearly indicating my status for anyone to see. Sometimes there are words like « piss », « fist », or « chem », chosen by Daddy to let me know what we will be focusing on that day, or just because he likes it. These rubber suits have become my second skin, I couldn’t imagine being without them on, tightly hugging my body and paradoxically enhancing and numbing every sensation all at once. Since I have worn a hood for the entirety of the past year, I have pretty much forgotten what I look like at this point. This is the true new me; a featureless, anonymous gimp whose sole purpose and identity is to be a sex servant to my demanding master. After waking up, I always have a fresh pipe full of Tina next to me that I have to smoke right away. Daddy wants me high all the time from the moment I wake up until he lets me go to bed, so I have no time to lose and light it up. I usually do a half dozen hits before putting it down. Naturally, the high makes me unbelievably horny, so I grab one of the butt plugs made available to me and shove it down my already lubed ass to calm me down. From then on I have to wait for my Daddy to come and let me out or take care of me. The first thing I have to do when greeting my master is to serve him as a urinal. By the time he enters my room I’m always ungodly high and horny so I gladly get on my knees with my mouth wide open. Daddy then sticks his massive semi-erect cock in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it to create a tight seal while he opens the floodgates and gives me my morning drink. I pride myself to never waste a single drop. Once he is done pissing I usually suck his cock to completion and swallow his first big load of the day, or he finishes in my ass, depending on his mood. A few weeks into our relationship, if I can call it that way, Daddy decided that I was to wear a chastity cage at all times. Not that I really needed it, since being on Tina 24/7 made me limp all the time and rendered my dick pretty much useless, but he likes the look of it and the added feeling of control and domination it gave him over me. I have to admit, I enjoy being his little bitch so much that wearing this is very hot and satisfying in itself. The only time I get to take it off is when I am put into the brainwashing machine, which happens at least once a week, usually twice or thrice. When I’m in there, my dick gets forcefully milked by the machine, no matter how limp the T makes me, and it’s the only time I get to cum with my cock. In any other case, all my orgasms are anal, administered to me by my precious Daddy, or one of his friends and numerous guests. The brainwashing machine is probably the greatest thing ever invented in the history of sex. I absolutely love spending time in there, at the mercy of my Daddy’s twisted imagination and sexual landscape. That thing made me discover and love so many things I could never have imagined before. It turned me into a complete sex addicted twisted pervert just like him, maybe even more. On numerous occasions, I have to go through a psychedelics-induced journey into my own mind, guided by my Daddy and his perverse scenarios. These voyages made me discover so many things about myself that I would never have been able to otherwise. At some point, I was introduced to dog play. The virtual world created by Daddy showed me an endless stream of immersive videos of men dressed as rubber dogs, acting as if they were dogs, playing like puppies with each other, fighting, running around, sniffing their asses, then sucking each others cock, then mating or being relentlessly bred by their rubber handlers and masters. The next morning, I was very excited to wake up in my bed, dressed up in a rubber dog suit, with an elaborate puppy hood. When Daddy came to see me, I was already acting like a dog without him having to tell me to do it. I simply got on all fours, acting excited just like a dog seeing his master for the first time in a while, running up to him in a playful manner. Daddy rewarded me with his bone to suck on, then fed me more T while removing the plug tail stuck in my ass to fuck and breed me like a good boy. On several occasions, Daddy forced me into the dog persona for several days and used me like I was his actual dog. I got to sleep in his room, all curled up on the floor next to his bed, or sometimes in a cage. He takes me outside, on a leash, to take walks in his private yard. I also remember being taken to a public event, I think it was called Folsom, where he got me way higher and fucked up than usual and paraded me in front of everyone, on the streets, in the middle of the day. That day, I had to suck countless cocks, swallow so much cum it got me nauseous, and I got almost as many loads in my ass from all the willing tops present. My memories of this event are quite blurry, but I cherish them fondly nonetheless. Group sex is a regular occurrence in my life with Daddy. I love being the centre of attention in these parties, used as a sex object by dozens of poz men who need their balls emptied into a tight, fucked up hole. I’ve spent countless hours tied up to a bench or a sling, in full rubber most of the time but also naked on rare occasions, plowed relentlessly by legions of big, poz cocks. I think these are my favourite moments in my slave life, as I get to be fed massive amounts of sperm in my ass and mouth, by most of all a never-ending procession of slams injected into my veins. My life with Daddy is a perfect life for me, far better than what I could possibly imagine prior to meeting him and discovering the wonders of extreme gay sex. My only wish is that I’ll get to live this way for many more years, always being used, fucked up and abused according to my Daddy’s wishes. He told me recently that he gave me so much drugs already that my brain will surely be too fried at some point and I won’t be able to experience pleasure anymore. I don’t know if that’s true, and I don’t feel like it is (at least yet), but it will have been 100% worth it if that’s the case. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone else. Returning to my old, plain, regular and boring former life is impossible now, but even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. I’m so grateful to my Daddy for having shown me the way to truly enjoy life and I look forward to spending the rest of my days being his loyal, devoted slave. One last thing before I log out for good. In the past few weeks, Daddy has been talking about finding a new slave to corrupt and convert. This lucky boy would join me and expand our little family. I’m very excited about that and look forward to meeting this new playmate. I have no idea what Daddy has in mind for him, but I’m eager to find out. I’m sure we will have lots of fun losing our minds and freedom together. I hope you enjoyed reading my story, this is probably the last time I write anything down ever again. At the moment I am in my rubber cell, typing on this laptop my Daddy brought me so I could write. Once I’m done, I’ll just close the lid, smoke the massive bowl of T left for me and wait for my master to come use me. I know I won’t have to wait very long, as he is always watching over me, like the loving Daddy that he is.

LGBTQ Institute in Germany Was Burned Down by Nazis The resources and data at Institut für Sexualwissenschaft were never replaced. BY LUCY DIAVOLO SEPTEMBER 20, 2017 GETTY IMAGES On January 30, 1933, Adolf Hitler was officially appointed chancellor of Germany. His rise to power ushered in Nazi control of the country and led to the horrors of the Holocaust. Among those targeted by the Third Reich were lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and queer people. LGBTQ people would be sent to concentration camps alongside Jews, the disabled, and many more — but one of the Nazis's first shows of force against Germany’s LGBTQ community was an attack on information. On May 6, 1933, Nazi demonstrators raided the libraries of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, a German name that roughly translates to the Institute of Sexology. The Institute was a privately operated research space for studies of human sexuality. More than 20,000 books were taken from shelves and burned days later in the streets by Nazi youth groups. It was a devastating blow to the life’s work of Magnus Hirschfeld, the institute’s founder. Hirschfeld, who was Jewish and gay, was a pioneer for rights and liberation in Berlin’s thriving LGBTQ community. He founded the institute in 1919, after beginning his career as an activist in 1896 with his pamphlet Sappho and Socrates, about a gay man who took his own life after he felt he was being coerced into a straight marriage. Hirschfeld’s early publications laid the groundwork for his profile to rise until he became one of the most prominent LGBTQ activists in the world. He even cowrote one of the first gay characters to appear in a film, for 1919’s Different From the Others. In 1904, he published a book titled Berlin’s Drittes Geschlecht, which translates to Berlin’s Third Sex. It was an early look at gender variance in early 20th-century Germany, which had a thriving drag scene and a burgeoning transgender community. His prominence as the founder of the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee (which began in 1897) and the World League for Sexual Reform (founded in 1928) added to his credibility. But it was his institute that was credited with creating one of the first medical facilities in the world that could provide gender affirmation surgeries for trans people who wanted them. Books deemed "un-German" in transport. ULLSTEIN BILD DTL. WATCH Growing Up Trans ADVERTISEMENT Hirschfeld’s well-known name gave him the chance to intervene on behalf of at least one transgender woman arrested for "female impersonation." That woman went on to become one of several who had the chance to take advantage of his institute’s pioneering gender affirmation surgeries. Lili Elbe, the real-world basis for the film The Danish Girl, also underwent surgery there. Unlike Hollywood producers, who cast Eddie Redmayne to play Lili, Hirschfeld had no problem giving prominent roles to actual transgender people. Trans activists were given the chance to represent themselves at conferences hosted by the institute, and they were among the institute’s more than 40 employees. But the Nazis's destruction of the institute’s library destroyed all of the medical records, which contained detailed notes about the nuances of the complicated procedures, alongside untold volumes of thoughts, stories, and studies on LGBTQ people. The Nazi youth harassment of Hirschfeld and the violent attacks against his institute are a frightening mirror of modern-day attacks on LGBTQ centers. As America’s far-right movement seems to grow in strength, the story of Hirschfeld’s life's work being destroyed is a stark reminder of what’s possible. Hirschfeld died two years after the Nazis raided his institute. He had been away in France on a speaking engagement when the Nazis came, and he remained there in exile until his death from a heart attack on his 67th birthday, in 1935. He never had the time to rebuild his life’s work after fascists reduced it to ash. Hirschfeld understood that LGBTQ people need research in order to better understand the ongoing struggles for liberation, and that research must come from within the community. The ability to dictate the terms of our own existence in the arenas of science and philosophy is vital to the path forward. The Nazi strategy of destroying vital research was intentional since it erased the power of the knowledge contained within. Even now, the current administration struggles to find the adequate information to support its own LGBTQ policies, underscoring the importance of reliable information. The Nazis exploited existing laws to attack the LGBTQ community, but the legacy of their enforcement practices lingered for decades. It took East Germany until 1968 and West Germany until 1994 to repeal the laws Nazis used to persecute LGBTQ people. Modern-day Germany only just officially voided those charges this June. Related: Gender Variance Around the World Over Time

I love fuckin married men. One dude had taken his ring off - obvious tan line round his ring finger. He was a husky blue collar guy and he wanted to be fucked bare. As I was fuckin his ass he was begging me to breed him and pump my seed deep - which I did. After I loaded him I asked him if his wife knew he enjoyed being ass fucked. He blushed a bit and said "no" I said "great -you wanna go again" he did and I shot a second load into him. I still think of ly lying in bed beside his with an ass full of my sperm

This is being posted in the 'Fiction' section as it is fiction. More of my fantasy, really. Well one of my many, being the greedy cumslut that I am. Here goes . . . The party had been a total bust. My friend had promised me that I'd meet someone. Had to with so many guys there. But tonight just wasn't my night. I decided to walk home, horny and a little pissed off, and only slightly drunk but not wasted. The fresh air might better my mood. There was a lot of commotion up ahead -looks like a fender bender- so I thought it might be quicker to cut through a few alleys. I always know where I'm going when I walk, but for some reason I felt a little lost and many of the lights in the alley were out. Burned out? Or broken so that shadows could conceal some kind of nefarious activity? I was just getting past one of the blacked-out sections of the alley when two huge, frighteningly strong hands grabbed my shoulders and literally heaved be back into the darkness, face first against a brick wall. Fuck, I'm getting mugged, I thought. It only took seconds to figure out that it wasn't my wallet he was after. The big man -he had to be 6'4" or taller, and beefy, solid muscle- pressed his entire front to my back, and I felt the enormous bulge from his denim covered crotch pressing into my ass. I know I was horny, but this was just downright scary. I tried to push myself back from the wall, hoping I could wiggle free and make a run for it. He was just too big and strong, I literally could not budge. He ground his big bulge in me, and I heard him sniffing around my neck, and then growled really low like some kind of predatory animal before it strikes it's prey. The party I had been to was just a house party, nothing fancy at all, so I had only worn a pair of nylon trackies and a tee. The big man reached down and yanked my pants down and chuckled when he saw that I was only wearing a jock strap underneath. "Fucking pig," he hissed in my ear. I heard him fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, and I felt his gigantic club of a dick flop out of them and slap into my back. Hell, this guy is hung like an elephant trunk, I thought. I'm in serious trouble. I wanted to get fucked tonight, but not like this. Not here. Somewhere with at least lube! He pinned me against the wall by holding firmly to the back of my neck, and eased himself away so that he could grab his cock with his free hand. I heard him spit, the splat must have hit is cock, then I heard the wet sticky sound as he jacked it and spread his saliva over it. He spit again and it landed directly between my butt cheeks. With his huge cock head, he smeared the spit on my hole, and began to push. I moaned -and not in a good way- and tried to tell him there was no way he was going to fit inside me. He made some kind of sound, mostly to say that he'd heard me and didn't care what I thought. He wanted in and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I guess by some miracle I could feel his excited cock throbbing at my hole, and apparently this monster leaks impressive amounts of precum. My hole was feeling really slick now. But that didn't change the fact that he was hung like a beast, not a man. Suddenly and quickly he removed his hand from the back of my neck and clamped it tightly over my mouth, pulling me hard back against him. With that he slammed me hard into the brick wall again, this time driving a good 4 or 5 of his thick hard inches into my ass. My hole was on fire, and my eyes stung from the tears that filled them. He was holding me so tight there was absolutely no escape. I didn't know what to focus on. The fear that he might kill me when he was done raping me? Or the rape alone might be enough to kill me with a tool like that. Do I focus on the immense, mind-searing pain radiating from my tortured butt and concentrate of blocking it out? It took two more very hard ruts of his mighty hips to feel his pubes scratching my ass and his monster balls slapping up against me. He was now fully in, and I've never even dreamed of feeling so full in my entire life. It was like being fisted -if I'd ever been fisted- and taking the whole goddamned arm! He leaned his forehead on the back of my head and laughed softly to himself. Then he leaned in closer and blew on my ear, momentarily distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my ass. Then he licked the outside of my ear, and growled, "You're gonna love this you little fucking faggot,". I'd been given a minute to adjust to his enormous size in me -not that it was nearly enough. He suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock temporarily vacating my devastated hole, and then slammed back in. Hard. Really hard. And that's how it went for what felt like forever, but what was probably about 15 minutes. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then slammed back in, full length, balls deep, over and over again. He gave panting, grunting sounds of encouragement while I, at first, whimpered and groaned in pain, but by some other miracle managed to start to feel good down there. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I told you that you'd enjoy my big cock, fucking faggot,". Although I knew that my ass would feel completely destroyed for weeks after this encounter, he was right. His monster cock felt amazing as it pumped me. He filled me fuller than I ever could have imagined. It was as if something had been missing inside me, and every time his huge meat filled me, I was complete. And my hungry pig hole felt very empty when he wasn't slamming into me. So after about 15 or so minutes of him raping my hole, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Take my fucking cum, take it pig, you want my cum you fucking whore!". And wow did I feel it when he unloaded in me. There was so much cum blasting my insides that I thought for a second that he was taking a piss in me, not cumming. But the throbs of his mighty cock told me that it was certainly grade A stud juice, pumping deep into my body. It went on for a couple of minutes, I couldn't believe it. But I guess with big balls like his, he would blow an extra big load. Plus everything was huge about this guy, so why wouldn't his orgasm be, too? As soon as his dick stopped throbbing, he leaned in and blew on the outside of my ear again, and then whispered, "Welcome to the club, you fucking pig,". And then he yanked his hard cock out of me so abruptly that I doubled over. I didn't hurt so much as it took the wind out of me. I took a second to catch my breath, then stood and turned around to face him. No one there. He had just disappeared. I leaned back against the cool brick, panting and my mind spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been scared as hell, and then more turned on than I can ever remember my whole life. But what did he mean by that -Welcome to the club? Suddenly I felt this rush inside me, this wave of excitement. And I don't know why I was excited -I had never wanted to be infected. So why did the thought turn me on so much -I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles, my hard dick bobbing in the wind, and this strangers toxic load seeping out of my trashed hole. I put my fingers to my gaping hole, and smeared some of the cum around it, then lifted them to my lips. The smell alone of this stud's cum was enough to make me want more! I licked my fingers clean and my dick was throbbing. I mean really throbbing -one taste of cum always gets me crazy horny! But this was poz cum. Toxic seed. Viral baby juice. I quickly pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and decided I needed to race home to stick a plug up my ass to keep his load in me while I jacked of the biggest load of my life. I ran down the alley, made a couple more turns, and ran face first into one of the toughest and meanest looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He didn't budge, but I literally bounced off of his big frame and landed in a pile of black trash bags. His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. He was seriously pissed off that I bumped into him. "You'd better watch where you're going . . . faggot," he hissed. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I'll post Part 2.

Part 19 - Chocolate, Milk & Perfect Sundays Tonight Simon was in luck, Dexter was a popper sniffing bottom who got pretty high and lost all morals when it came to sex. Simon licked and rimmed his arse teasing the hell out of him, his deep voiced moans and arse pushing back to get the tongue deeper in his hole turned Simon on even more. No doubt he thought this was going to be probably the easiest and sleaziest hard core fucker he had since Jack. Urging Dexter on to take deep hits of poppers and when maximum effect was taking place Simon slipped his finger in the hole 'Yeah man' Dexter growled 'finger my fucking hole good' he said. Desperately Simon wanted to giggle, the young slim hairless body except for his pubes, the very attractive angelic face then this deep voice that was so out of normality. Dexter knelt up grinding his arse against Simon's already heaving cock 'Come on rough me up' he said grabbing Simon's head angrily kissing him. Simon tweaked his nipples hard then slapped his balls which drove Dexter on even more. Simon jumped off the bed and went over to the chest opening the lid he pulled out the leather bishop head harness and climbed back on the bed. Dexter's eyes opened wide nodding 'Fuck yes' he cried slobbering Simon with a kiss 'abuse me' he pleaded. Simon fetched the leather wrist restraints and placed them around the wrists of the eagerly waiting Dexter whose cock leaked pre-cum in excitement. The head harness was put in place and strapped securely, the mouth gag and blindfolds secured. Simon pushed Dexter on to his knees and pulled the chain from behind the headboard and clamped it on the head harness then repeated the same with the wrist restraints. Simon gave him a deep hit of poppers and slowly jerked Dexter's cock from behind. He could feel the body quiver and the muffled cry as his hand filled with the cum being expelled by Dexter's cock. Simon retrieved a metallic cock cage and after a few minutes he managed to tame Dexter's erect cock putting him in chastity. Dexter muffled cries of happiness at his forced chastity his arse wriggling an eagerness. Simon grabbed his hips and pushed in hard and deep. the chain connecting the head harness clanked with his nodding, arse pushing and grinding back. The tightness of his hole wrenching tight around Simon's cock driving him on to deliver hard thrusts. The harder he pounded the more Dexter pushed his arse back to meet each one that was brutally delivered. Simon rolled his head back in sheer pleasure, his cock wrecking the arse gripping on to it, feeling the passage getting slicker with his pre-cum now inside Dexter, the toxicity of his pre-cum was enough to start infecting his victim. Pushing balls deep and holding Dexter firmly in place he needed to release his load and moved his fucking in to breeding mode. Deep rapid jabs and thrusts ensued and his balls quickly tingled with anticipation, giving Dexter another hit of poppers he placed one hand on Dexter's shoulder preventing him from moving forward. Quickening the pace of his fucking he felt the intensity in his balls increase followed by the sheer pleasure in his body releasing his potent seed infecting another guy, he groaned pushing forward harder and deeper inside Dexter's arse, moaning at the relief and feel of his pulsating shaft. Ribbons of toxic seed firing from the piss slit flooding Dexter's battered and torn arse. Dexter pushed back his arse swearing he could feel a weird stinging sensation deep in his body, the viral loaded semen finding the tiniest tears in his anal lining. The last pulse delivering the final few drops and Simon slowly moved his cock in and out churning his seed ensuring it was rubbed deep and massaged against any tear. Simon extracted his cock followed by a splodge of deep pink seed he smiled in satisfaction and instantly got hard again. He went back over to the chest and retrieved the ankle restraints completely immobilising Dexter and chained to the bed. The was no resistance of protest only his arse wriggling again begging to be fucked. After torturing Dexter for nearly half an hour with a feather Simon sank his cock back in to the warm inviting arse and proceeded to give Dexter three more loads over the next few hours. Conrad sat up in bed and Harry reached over "You okay?" he asked stroking his arm. "Yeah, well sort of" Conrad said looking down at Harry concerned. "I nearly went back to him". Harry stopped stroking his arm. "I kissed him Harry but then realised" Conrad said with remorse. "What?" Harry asked, "What did you realise?" he sat up. "It is not love I have but hatred" Conrad replied. "It is you I love". Harry smiled "I know" he replied softly kissing him, "and I love you". Conrad smiled "I need a hot drink I can't sleep, you want anything?" he asked. "No thanks" Harry replied, "You go I need sleep" he said laying back down. Conrad got up and put on the the dressing gown that once belonged to Jack, despite the moans from Simon telling him to get it washed he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. He walked down to the kitchen and made himself some hot chocolate then sat at the breakfast bar, trying not to think about Joshua. It was all to fresh in his memory with the only saving grace was he could see no good in the thoughts. Charlie turned over wide awake after managing a few hours sleep, woken from a dream where Joshua had him tied up against the dining room table rubbing his cock until he orgasmed. The kiss then the spit in his mouth acting like a toxin paralysing the muscles in his mouth unable to close it, his eyes looking at Joshua who opened his mouth. The tongue unfurling darting from his mouth towards Charlie's, he struggled unable to close his mouth. Joshua's tongue grew thick and sank in to his throat expanding his neck out as the oesophagus stretched forced open to take the life sucking tongue deep in to his stomach. His bodily fluids being sucked up by the tongue dehydrating his body until only his bones protruded through his skin. He had woken startled and now unable to get back to sleep. He slipped out of bed and put on his boxers, walking down the stairs in the dark silence of the manor in to the dining room, he saw a glimmer of light under the door to the kitchen and pushed it open. "Conrad!" Charlie said walking in, "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked. Conrad looked up "No, Joshua" he replied. "Are you okay Chaz?" he asked. Charlie shrugged not quite sure how he felt. "I thought you went home... oh!" Conrad said surprised. "Nothing like that" Charlie said defensively, "I couldn't face sleeping in the house". "Are you sleeping with Carrington?" Conrad asked already sensing it was the case. Charlie nodded. "Hot chocolate?" Conrad asked standing up and deciding to keep his mouth shut. "Warm milk if you don't mind" Charlie replied, "It was just a comfort thing" he explained. Conrad microwaved some milk for Charlie "Don't give him the wrong impression" he said. "I won't" Charlie replied sitting down. "It is all my fault this whole mess with Joshua". Conrad kissed Charlie on the head "No, I think he got to you as much as me". "What do you mean?" Charlie asked looking confused. "How close he got to you as a friend" Conrad explained. "Got your trust and confidence". Charlie nodded "You know only after I told him about you did he really hang out with me". "I never imagined he would end up doing this" Charlie said looking at Conrad. Conrad smiled "It is over Charlie. Josh or Gary or whatever he is calling himself is gone". Conrad put his hand up "Don't even ask what Moham has done with him" he said making it clear. Above them Simon finally released Dexter's arms and legs from the restraints, taking the head harness off Dexter rolled on to his back smiling having clearly enjoyed the sex. His deep voice reverberating around the room as he spoke "Oh man that was awesome sex". Simon laughed quietly "Glad you enjoyed it I know I did" he said playing with Dexter's toes. "I don't want to be forward but can we do this again another time?" Dexter asked. Simon looked at him "We will see" he said with a very clear lack of commitment. Dexter nodded knowing it was a brush off "Can I get a drink of water?" he asked sitting up. "Sure, kitchen is off the dining room" Simon explained giving directions. He watched Dexter put on his jock strap and head out the bedroom, admitting that the guy certainly had one of the finest arses he had seen in a long time that just begged for cock. Dexter found his way to the dining room and and opened the door to the kitchen stopping dead in his tracks. "Oh, sorry" Dexter apologised "Fuck me twins!" he said stating the obvious. The twins laughed, "And who are you?" Conrad asked getting hard just looking at him. "Dex, or Dexter" he replied, "didn't see you at the sell off" Dexter said eyeing Charlie. Conrad noticing this got the huff a little "I work here for the owner" he replied sharply. "Guess he is the one with the big bedroom" Dexter replied grinning adjusting his jock strap. Conrad smirked knowing full well what he was getting upstairs "Chocolate or milk" he asked. Dexter looked at him "Huh?" he said bewildered for a moment "Oh, neither just water". Conrad fetched him a small bottle of water "You having a fun up there?" he asked. Dexter grinned "Oh yeah, bit of a headache from all the poppers and head harness". "The what?" Conrad asked curiously. Dexter laughed thanking him for the water. "Had me chained by my wrists, ankles and head to the bed" Dexter informed him, "fucking hot". Charlie screwed his nose up "Weird shit" he said profoundly turned disturbed by the idea. "Don't mind him" Conrad said seeing Dexter getting hard, "He is sort of straight". "Fuck you!" Charlie retorted "I can still take you down Con" he said flexing his muscle. Dexter looked at him "Do it again, they look hot" he said debating weather to touch. Conrad soon found Dexter quite naughty and was liking him "I'm Conrad this is Charlie". "Pleased to meet you both" DExter said shaking their hands his bulge growing in stature. "You always walk around a strange house in a jock?" Conrad asked teasingly. "No" Dexter replied, "then again with hot twins in the room I'm a little excited" he said laughing. Charlie couldn't help but look "Yeah it shows mate" he said getting a wink from Dexter. "And you are chuffing cute Conrad" Dexter said smirking, the door to the kitchen opened again. Carrington stood there in his underwear "Charlie you had me worried" he said looking relieved. "Mate look at you" Dexter said with his mouth dropping open staring at Carrington. "I couldn't sleep" Charlie replied finding Carrington's concern rather endearing. "Carrington this is Dexter" Conrad said introducing them. "Hey" Carrington said quickly putting his focus back on Charlie, "Sure your okay?" he asked quietly. Charlie nodded then shrugged "Conrad's making warm drinks" he said changing the subject. Carrington glared at Charlie for a moment "What is on offer?" he asked Conrad. "Like you don't know" Conrad giggled, "Milk or chocolate" he said getting that look from Charlie. "Milk please" Carrington replied sitting next to Charlie. "Does he always ignore people?" Dexter asked Conrad nodding at Carrington. Conrad turned smiling "Only when Charlie is in the room" he said now getting a finger from Charlie. "Right, I get it sort of cat and mouse game" Dexter said accurately assessing the situation. Carrington persuaded Charlie to come back to bed and walked out with him leaving Conrad and Dexter alone chatting. Dexter wanting to know more about Carrington and Conrad curious hearing about Simon's little bondage fetish. Laughing and chatting away forgetting the time Harry walked sleepily in to the kitchen, again Dexter's head was turned seeing the cute young muscular guy walk in dazed and confused. Conrad stood and walked over to Harry kissing him "I will be up in a minute" he said. Harry turned and walked out without noticing Dexter, "You and him together?" Dexter asked. "Yes" Conrad said happily looking at the door, "very happily together". Dexter looked at him "Shame I really want to fuck you" he said looking seriously at him. Conrad smiled "That is nice to know, I would happily let you under different circumstance". Dexter smiled "Can I get that Carrington's number in that case?" he asked. Conrad looked at him and shook his head "You are here as part of this private party". The door opened again this time by Simon "Conrad I didn't know you was up" he said. Conrad rolled his eyes "Is everyone coming to the kitchen tonight?" he asked. "I just had to put Harry to bed" Simon said walking in. "Everything alright?" he asked. "Yes, Dex and I are chatting about restraints" Conrad replied trying to keep a straight face. Simon grabbed a bottle of water "Keep your mouth shut or you are next" he said winking. Conrad laughed and stood up "Better get back to bed before Harry wanders down again". Dexter held his hand out "Nice to meet you Conrad" he said giving him a very flirty smile. Conrad smiled kissing him on the cheek "You to Dex" he said removing Dexter's hand from his arse. "Opportunist" Conrad said winking then kissing Simon good night leaving the kitchen. "Sorry about that I just got chatting to them, his twin was here" Dexter apologised. Simon smiled "Conrad seemed to like you" he said unsure what to make of Dexter. Dexter smiled "Charming guy and his twin brother is pretty hot". Simon nodded, "Anyway want to go a few more rounds if your not knackered?" Dexter asked grinning. Simon laughed "More about if you can handle it" he said, "Get yourself back upstairs". In true fashion Simon took Dexter another three times eventually both knackered by 5am and falling in to a deep sleep in each others arms. A few rooms away Sean was taking a cooling shower after being at the hands of Moham's arse wrecker. It was an unusual hook up since Moham was very much in to guys just in the twenties, but he fancied switching things up tonight and won his bid for Sean. Moham kept him at the usual distance not allowing him to enter in to his world, although he came recommended he knew nothing about how discreet Sean was. He was acutely aware that Sean had chatted a lot with Simon over dinner and could see there was a glimmer of an attraction both ways. Moham had fallen asleep by the time Sean returned from his shower and slipped in to the bed next to him, hopeful that his bidder was done for the night since he didn't think he could take another fucking with him. Lying on his back awake Sean thought about his porn career knowing he only had a few years at best left in him. Getting a boyfriend was a problem, the only wanted to sleep with him to see if he was as good in real life, after that they were gone. Some hung around a bit longer more out of infatuation and to show him off, some embarrassed about dating a porn star. Either way they passed through his flat in east London like it was a bus depot. Charlie opened his eyes and found himself facing Carrington, laying perfectly still he looked at him finding it hard to deny that there was a physical attraction. Putting his finger on why was driving him crazy until he looked down at his smooth perfectly formed chest realising it was everything in front of him. The fine softness of his facial features, the gentle smile he often produced, the smooth skin and the muscle. It didn't even seem to bother him that he was in bed with a man, fearing any movement would wake Carrington he continued staring at him for several minutes. This is crazy he thought rolling on to his back slowly then carefully slipping one leg out of the bed on to the floor, then shuffling his body a little at a time moving closer to the edge. He made the mistake of looking at Carrington then shuffling to much and falling on the floor with a thud, 'Ouch' he cried out then laughed. Carrington leaned over the bed looking down at him "You are one crazy dude" he said smiling. Charlie looked up and burst out laughing "Sorry I didn't want to wake you" he stated. "Well you have" Carrington said, he put a hand on Charlie's chest stroking it "hop back in". "No" Charlie said defying him and grinning, "You come down here" he replied. Carrington rested his head on his hands "No, I like the view from up here" he said. Charlie ran his hand through his hair "I need to go home and get some clothes". "I will come with you" Carrington said, "Why don't we go and shower first" he suggested. Charlie chuckled "Nice try!" he said knowing full well he meant together. Carrington opened the front door allowing Charlie to go through first, he glanced at Carrington trying to figure him out then felt his hand being taken by Carrington's. Quietly they walked through the gates hand in hand, Charlie unable to fathom out how or why he felt so much confidence holding Carrington's hand and the naturalness oh how good it felt. Having never been chased so persistently and so quickly by one person who was adamant they were going to be together still felt so surreal. It was like Carrington neither cared or concerned that he was straight, instead he focused on reminding Charlie that he was in love with him from the moment they laid eyes on each other. In such a short space of time Carrington had been soft and tender then passionate and rough, he never knew what was coming next and that excited Charlie the most. Curiously to Charlie he felt a different kind of sexual energy was starting to exist between them, yet at the same time he could see that Carrington held no secret of his intention. Frightening in some respects, devilish or naughty he just found Carrington amusing and was enjoying the attention. He glanced again at Carrington when they turned on to the drive walking up the front door. He followed Charlie around constantly asking if he was alright until they left the house and headed back to the manor then down to the gym to work out together. It was only a few minutes in to their workout when Charlie found himself glancing at Carrington to make sure he was still watching and hadn't lost interest. He had to check himself a few times to stop this little game and gave up working out after 20 minutes, his thought trailed off to Serena who was back from holiday this morning and had arranged to meet up with her for a late afternoon lunch date. Moham got up leaving Sean to sleep in, he had a few emails to send and had arranged to have a quick meeting with Harry to go through what had been happening since his holiday. Charlie went up to Conrad's bedroom passing Harry on the stairs who gave him an unexpected hug. Conrad had just finished drying himself when Charlie walked in, they had a chat before Conrad left heading downstairs in his dressing gown some 15 minutes later leaving Charlie to have a shower before breakfast. Conrad popped his head in the study to say good morning to Moham then grabbed a coffee from Beth and sat outside by the pool enjoying the tranquillity and mentally making notes about some new flowers for the pool terrace. Carrington finished his work out and sat on weight bench towelling himself down when he spotted him sat on the terrace looking deep in thought. He stood smiling and quietly walked outside slipping his arms around Conrad who jumped feeling the muscular arms knowing this was not Harry. Carrington delivered tender seductive kisses to his neck "Is it working Charlie?" he asked. Conrad giggled "Oh god yes" he replied moaning softly letting him continue and very aroused. "I want you Charlie, don't care how long it takes to win you" Carrington said still kissing him. Conrad giggled again "That is so nice and if I was Charlie I would be yours" he said chuckling. Carrington stopped "Eh?" he said looking confused, "Oh crap!" he now said removing his arms. Conrad grabbed his arms holding them around him "You are one smooth seducer" he whispered. "I am so sorry" Carrington said realising his mistake but tightening his hold and hugging him. Carrington kissed his neck again "I would be totally hitting on you if Charlie wasn't around". Conrad laughed finally letting go his arms "Harry and I would love to fuck with you" he said. "Deal" Carrington replied, "If I can't get Charlie I would happily have you two". Conrad was rubbing his hand over Carrington's biceps and they were both laughing at their predicament when he caught the whiff of a familiar scent in the air, it took him back to those nights in back of Moham's limousine. The smell of the cuban cigar that Moham smoked drifted over again catching Carrington's nose as well. They both looked up towards the study windows where Moham stood with a big smile on his face, Harry with his hands on his hips looking mildly displeased at the sight. He walked across to them "I saw you working on my boyfriend" Harry said in amused anger. Carrington let go of Conrad "Hey dude it was a mistake I thought it was Charlie" he explained. Conrad sat there giggling, "Took you long enough find out it was Conrad though" Harry said. He stood in front of Carrington "Well come on then" Harry said opening his arms. Carrington gave him an evil grin "Oh hell yeah" he said swooping Harry off his feet in a hug. Moham sat next to Conrad "Go easy with my indulgence" he said firing a warning at Carrington. Conrad laughed then looked at Moham "Suppose we need to talk about Harry and I" he said. Moham smiled "We do, but not now" he replied. Conrad smiled "Moham" he spoke quietly, "What has happened to Josh?" he asked. Moham chuckled "He is getting a new life and job with a wealthy business associate" he replied. Conrad looked on unconvinced "Really?" he asked, "I don't quite believe you". Moham laughed "With no passport he cannot leave where he is" he informed Conrad. Conrad opened his mouth but Moham stopped him "He is alright and cannot get to you". Conrad knew that was the end of that conversation and had to take Moham's word, he had no reason not to trust him. It was then that Sean walked out on to the terrace heading towards Moham dressed shorts and vest, his tattoos and muscles open for them all to see. His eye caught by Carrington, then Conrad and Harry like unravelling birthday presents it was a bed of hotties in front of him. Conrad stood up and grabbed Harry and Carrington taking them back in to the manor to be discreet. Carrington knew immediately who the guy was and couldn't quite believe he had just seem him in the flesh. Happily he told Harry and Conrad who he was even showing them one of his films on his mobile phone at the kitchen table. Giggling in their little group keeping Beth and Felix amused with the err and yuk sounds Harry made. Charlie walked in to the kitchen and sat down telling them to stop watching porn when he found out what they were laughing about. Charlie instead going on about Serena and meeting up with her later for a late lunch date, the more he rambled on the harder Carrington was finding it to deal with. Conrad even kicked Charlie under the table hinting for him to stop talking about her. As soon as Charlie finished eating he seemed to blank Carrington rushing out stating he had so much to get done getting his uniform ready for Monday when he as back at naval training. With that Charlie was gone. Conrad looked at Carrington at the hurt on his face, on the table was the fake wedding ring he made for Charlie. Carrington picked it up "Have I just let him go?" he asked looking at them both. "I don't know Carrington" Conrad replied, "maybe his heart is still with Serena". "We still fancy you" Harry piped up with Conrad nodding. Carrington smiled "Want some break up sex then?" he asked straight out. Conrad and Harry stood up "Come on" they said in unison. Carrington grinned and followed them. Carrington entered Conrad and Harry's bedroom expecting to be the dominant force. Conrad closed the door and leaned back against it arms folded, Carrington turned his head to look at Conrad and his mischievous grin 'Dude you are so different from your brother' he said then turned to look at Harry who already had undressed and beckoned Carrington over. He smiled arrogantly walking to Harry 'Guess your first then' he said. Harry smiled and ran his hand over Carrington's bicep and then along his chest looking him in the eye 'Oh no Carrington this is going to be who gets their cock in who' he replied pulling Carrington and kissing him. Wholly taken by surprise he wrapped his arms around Harry responding with a deep forceful kiss trying to assert his dominance over him. He soon found he was at a disadvantage feeling a hand slip in to his shorts and toy with his hole. Conrad had walked up behind him asserting his dominance over Carrington. Harry held on to Carrington hard so he couldn't wriggle free, laughter in his kissing being attacked by the two cute British guys. Conrad removing Carrington's clothes until the three of them were naked, he took control turning Carrington towards him and kissing him, then Harry and back to Carrington, mixing their saliva. Harry holding Carrington's cock whilst Conrad still fondled his arse, Carrington had both of their arse pushing his finger in to each one of the boys holes pulling them closer to him to fell their bodies respond erotically against his. Carrington smiled and moaned at how aroused he was feeling with them and finally managing to get the upper hand he lifted Harry depositing him on his back on the bed, then focusing on Conrad he lifted him up with ease dropping him next to Harry. Standing over them he played with his cock that was so hard he just wanted to nail each of them, he didn't care which one was first he needed to fuck them both. Conrad grabbed Carrington's arm pulling him forward on to the bed, Harry rolled out of the way then pounced on top of Carrington ramming his arse on to his face. Instantly rewarded in a way Harry never expected, Carrington's tongue shot up his hole pushing through lapping and sucking on his hole, Harry threw his head back eyes rolling upwards at the aggressive nature Carrington ate his arse. Conrad slipped down and licked Carrington's balls, he legs opening to let Conrad get his head between them and work slowly up the shaft of his cock, teasing and driving Carrington wild he held off for as long as he could before smothering the head with his mouth, succulently bathing it with his tongue edging further down. Carrington pushing his hips up to get Conrad to take it deep down his throat, the moment Conrad sank down deeper Carrington's muscular thighs closed around his head holding him in position, his mouth impaled on Carrington's cock, his head bobbing rapidly. He suddenly grabbed at Carrington's thighs prising them apart choking and standing up 'fuck I nearly shot my load' Conrad said clearly on the edge of orgasm and panting trying to calm his body down. Free of Conrad's assault on his cock Carrington slipped under Harry nibbling at his balls for a quick moment before flipping Harry over on to all fours 'Time to smash your arse Harry' Carrington said spitting on his hole and driving the head of his cock straight in to Harry. He gasped and braced his hands tight against the mattress his arse opening taking the shaft of Carrington's cock deep until he up his balls. Harry moaned several times 'Fuck yes' he cried out wildly pushing his arse back. Carrington leaned over Harry's back securing his arms around his waist giving tender and gentle thrusts, his head raised up releasing a load moan and turning. Conrad had pulled his arse cheeks apart and was now running his tongue up and around Carrington's hole, instantly it started twitching, he blew softly over it causing Carrington to thrust forward harder in turn making Harry moan loader. Conrad spat then worked his saliva in to Carrington's hole, holding his tongue there and with Carrington fucking Harry, Conrad tongue fucked Carrington, the moans filling the air was enough to arouse anyone who could hear them. Conrad knelt up on the bed positioning his cock at Carrington's hole prising it open a little he dribbled more saliva coating his cock and the hole. Gently he pushed forward, Carrington raising his head again moaning, the force pushing through Carrington's body passed in to Harry who moaned. Carrington held still with eyes open wide his arse expanding and smoothly taking Conrad's cock. The first few thrust issued by Conrad were hard and almost like he was testing Carrington's toughness at being a bottom. Conrad grabbed Carrington's shoulders to hold him on his cock 'God that is fucking nice arse' he bellowed out thrusting in harder. Carrington groaned and ground his cock deep in to Harry 'Argh, fuck' Harry cried out 'Fuck yeah, fuck yeah' he repeated as Carrington repositioned his arms around Harry's waist and abdomen pulling him back deep on to his cock and gripping on to him so he couldn't move away. Carrington knew he was going to blow pretty easily with Conrad fucking him and he inside Harry. Conrad moaned and gasped with each thrust forward with it flowing down the chain, Carrington would moan receiving the deep penetrating thrust, his hips then pushed forward driving his fucking of Harry who would then moan and gasp grinding his arse against Carrington's cock. Conrad and Carrington did well lasting the 10 minutes before Carrington pushed his hips up hard 'I'm nutting in you Harry' he giggled then cried out feeling the first jolt of his orgasm shooting up his cock, his arse muscles tightened around Conrad's cock 'Uh, fuck' Conrad cried out feeling his balls contract sharply releasing their package deep into Carrington's arse. Harry was almost besides himself feeling the depth Carrington got in to him before his first volley of cum impregnated him. Conrad collapsed on top of Carrington who collapsed on top of Harry whose arms gave out at the weight sending him crushing on to the bed laying flat with two men on top of him. The irony making him laugh whilst the moans, cries and panting continued for several minutes. Conrad finally found the strength to pull out, his cock still rock hard he wiped his forehead drenched in sweat not realising how energetic the sex had been lost in a world or erotic fantasy fucking Carrington. He rolled on to his back giggling in happiness in post fuck exposure. Carrington pulled out of Harry and knelt up, he too was still rock hard. Harry laid on his stomach body jiggling from his own giggling and happiness. Conrad knelt up and kissed Carrington lovingly, he pushed Conrad away 'Get on your knees your next' he demanded already twisting Conrad's body around. Carrington was not about to do any foreplay, he was ready to pump another load out and was straight in to Conrad's arse. Conrad gasped loudly and pushed his arse back quickly to get it all inside him. Carrington focused on the job noticed Harry was now rubbing his cock moving around the bed 'Oh no' he said chuckling knowing he was about to get fucked by Harry. This time Harry took control of Carrington adding a few cheeky slaps to his muscular arse cheeks desperately he wanted to bite them. Quick as a flash Harry fucked faster his pent up orgasm needed exposing, he took one look down and broad muscular shoulders and back of Carrington, the moan from Conrad somewhere under that body in front of him took him over the edge. He cried out and fucked even harder feeling his cock ejaculating over and over he continued fucking unable to stop. Carrington was on the verge of his next load and waited until Harry pushed his cock in deep plugging Carrington's hole and resting on his back panting hard. Carrington started grinding and moving his hips, Conrad issuing short gasps turned his head and kissed Carrington then cried out with the deep painful thrust from Carrington and pulsing in his arse knowing he was getting this muscular hunks DNA in his body, the perfect specimen that would unquestionably produce stunning men if he was straight. Carrington had the biggest cheesy grin and look of satisfaction on his face laying on his back, Conrad to his left and Harry to his right both cuddling up to him. No words were needed between them and the air was full of sexual tension and lust. The three of them knew this was not going to be a one off. Carrington just wished he could have two mouths to kiss them both at the same time. Covered in sweat, hands all over each other Carrington felt like he was in heaven. Jamal burst in "Come on we have work to..." he stopped looking at him. "It smells of sex in here". Conrad leaned up "Can't move Jam, so fucked" he said. Jamal grinned "Where was my invite?" he asked just as Adam walked past. "What invite?" Adam asked poking his head in, "Oh my god that is so disrespectful to our guest". Carrington chuckled pinned to the bed "I can do you both later if you like" he suggested smiling. "Yeah okay" Adam replied, "I should warn you Jam here is one aggressive nutcase at fucking". "Oi" Jamal said slapping Adam's arse "Come on oik, we have work to do". Conrad laughed hearing Jamal calling him that "Okay I need a shower first". Jamal nodded "Harry do you mind if I bang your boyfriend in the greenhouse later?" he asked grinning. Harry moved sitting astride on Carrington "Only if you film it" he said winking. Jamal walked over and gave Harry a kiss them promptly left to change in to his work gear. Conrad was getting dressed enjoying the little show of Harry and Carrington rolling around play fighting on the bed. "I gotta get going" Conrad said leaning over to kiss Harry. Carrington jumped off the bed seeing his chance to escape Harry "Hey" Harry called out. Carrington laughed and looked at Conrad "Can I sleep with you both tonight?" he asked. "I am sure we can cope with that" Conrad replied having an idea. He kissed Harry passionately. "Darn you two are so cute" Carrington said stroking his cock. Conrad laughed and kissed Carrington "You can keep Harry occupied whilst I am working" he winked. Carrington didn't even get chance to respond before Harry pulled him back on the bed play fighting with him again. So the day turned out to be one that Carrington would never forget, in fact his heart had all but given up on Charlie, being with Conrad though still made him think about him. He was still full of love for him, out of ideas how to get him he knew it was a long shot but stronger men had been turned. Maybe he needed to rethink his approach when he got back to Atlanta, now he knew what was involved he needed to a new plan to win the person he couldn't let go of. Sean arrived for breakfast having been woken up by the loud noise coming from one of the bedrooms in the east wing that echoed right along around to the west side of the manor. Moham was just leaving breakfast and Dexter had already gone to the lounge, all the other party members had left already. "Am I too late for breakfast?" Sean asked walking in to the dining room. Simon looked up and smiled "No, sit yourself down" he said. "What would you like?". "You!" Sean replied looking at Simon catching his attention, "A date if you fancy?". Simon laughed "I mean breakfast" he replied. "And yes I think I would like that". Sean "Scrambled eggs and juice will do fine" he replied, "When?" he asked. Simon laughed again "You really want to go on a date with me?" he asked curiously. "Yeah" Sean replied pouring a cup of coffee. "You live in London?" he asked. "Kind of" Simon replied assured that the guy didn't know who he was. "Why me?" he asked. Sean put his cup down "Don't know, I was hoping you would have bid for me last night". He looked at Simon "Fancy you but I find it hard getting a partner" he said. "What makes you think I want one?" Simon asked with his curiosity piqued. Sean smiled "Hedging my bets I guess. Why are you married like the Arab guy?" he asked. Simon laughed "No" he replied, "How can a sexy person like you not find a partner?" he asked. Sean sat back in his chair "Most of them can't see past the porn star and fantasy". "Ah. I see your predicament" Simon said nodding and going quiet. "I get it. Porn star syndrome, you don't want to date one" Sean said assuming on the silence. Simon could see the vague look of an unhappy person within "You would have to give it up". Sean put his fork down "What my legendary performing skills?" he asked chuckling. "Yes" Simon replied in a matter of fact manner. "That is just it, I can't it pays my bills" Sean replied being open with him. Simon laughed "Are you that good at it then?" he asked knowing very little about him. "Under contract and pimped out to other studios for a hefty price tag" Sean informed him. Simon sipped his coffee "Are you a dirty little fucker then?" he asked shocking Sean. "No, well a little" Sean replied laughing "More aggressive and brutal" he confessed. Sean finished his breakfast "What time are you leaving here?" he asked, "Can we swap numbers?". Simon shook his head "No. Where are you going when you leave?" he asked. "Home after I get dropped off, crap forgot about the heli ride dam well hate it" Sean said. Simon found he was attracted to him "When you are filming again?" he now asked. "Next week, I fly back to San Francisco and have 5 filming jobs lined up" Sean replied. Simon shook his head "I don't know" he replied sighing "I would like to go on a date...". "I know... it is the porn thing" Sean said standing up. "Forget I asked" he said. Simon chuckled "Tetchy thing aren't you" he said putting his cup down. Sean looked at him "I am not here for you to assess or analyse" he said calmly. "Did I rock your boat?" Simon asked taunting him a little and testing him. "Fuck off Hampton Wick" Sean said slipping in to his east end tongue by accident. Simon laughed standing up feeling a tension building "A pony to gander at it" he said. "I will slap your boat race knob" Sean replied sneering at his arrogance. Simon walked over and grabbed Sean forcing himself a kiss on him "One date" he said. "Right, just don't push your luck though" Sean said agreeing. Simon smirked "Wednesday 6pm Mandarin Oriental Kensington" he said walking out. Simon closed the study door steadying himself, he hadn't been driven like that since Jack and this guy was off the scale as far as he was concerned, sexy and very aggressive underneath but he also saw a very placid kind side. He only hoped that the suite Moham kept on at the hotel was free that night, he decided one date could not do any harm. If the tension between them was real he would need to rethink a lot of things. Jack was the only person who stood up to him or answered him back like that, it was so refreshing to meet someone who was in no way intimidated by him. Sean stood there smiling, he knew nothing about this man but felt some incredible electricity with him even more so after their tense little stand off of chicken. One thing he saw was a look of amusement that he had dared answer this man, not only that he had threatened to slap him in the face and called him a penis. Sean laughed just as Dexter walked in looking at him strangely laughing to himself. Respecting the privacy of the party neither one spoke about the sex or partner they ended up with, Dexter noticed a figure moving in the gardens and walked over to the lounge windows and chuckled seeing Conrad out there. "Hey, did you see the sexy gardener at this place?" he said nodding out the window. Sean walked over "Saw him quickly this morning, he is cute" he said. Dexter nodded "I met him in the kitchen during the night, and his twin" he said looking at him. "Then this muscled American guy came in who is chasing the twin brother" Dexter informed him. Sean chuckled "Expect the American is the guy who owns the place" he replied assuming the case. Dexter was about to correct him "Oh... yes probably is" he said biting his tongue. "You will keep in touch?" Sean asked looking at Dexter. Dexter nodded "Of course, I want to take you for a spin in the bedroom" he replied laughing. "Guys were ready to leave" Moham said walking in to the lounge with Adam. They left the lounge walking across to the helipad as it approached the landing spot. Simon watching from the study window for a moment before going back to his work with Carrington. Dexter looked over at Conrad who was now whipping Jamal with a weed he found in the flower bed, he could see so much fun in the two guys stopping to look and smile. Adam watched him and could see a sort of longing to be part of this, Dexter though was a complete opposite. He was rough around the edges, thick silver chain around his neck and wearing what one can only describe as chav clothing. Yet underneath he was a contrast of colours from growing up on a council estate in south London, from what Simon told him he had a superb trimmed angelic body and veracious sexual appetite. Adam stopped and walked over to him "Quite a handful those two" he said to Dexter. Dexter looked at him "Nice though, to have that sort of friendship" he replied. He turned to look at them "Never had anything like that growing up still don't" Dexter said. "No job, casual fucks that are boring and stuck at home with my parents" Dexter added. "Well everyone has a different life and upbringing" Adam said fondly patting his shoulder. Dexter smiled "Who is the other one, I met Conrad?" he asked. "Jam or Jamal" Adam replied now with his arm around Dexter "My boyfriend" he added proudly. "Lucky" Dexter said looking at Adam. Adam broke the rules "Listen give me your number, I can't promise anything though" he said. Moham cleared his throat "Ignore him" Adam said entering his number in to his phone. "Thanks" Dexter said clearly meaning it and jumping in to the helicopter. "I know" Adam said to Moham, "I feel sorry for him, he has nothing" he explained. Moham tutted "You can't help everyone Adam" he said. "Yeah I know, I can't help being a soft touch for a cute lad" Adam replied grinning. "I know what that means" Moham replied chuckling, "Are you expanding your horizons?" he asked. Adam smirked "I think Jam would enjoy him" he replied. "I do feel sorry for him" he said. "You want to find him a job?" Moham asked looking at Adam. Adam nodded "We... well Simon sort of owes him" he said. "Oh shit not another one?" Moham asked knowing full well they had to keep Dexter quiet. Adam watched the helicopter lift off. Moham was right yet again, they had to keep Dexter on side knowing that Simon probably converted him. Thankfully these parties were not every week otherwise they would need to set up a company just to keep guys sweet that Simon had knocked up and stop them talking or worse... They sat across the table from each other, the food was enjoyable and that was about it. He thought there was love yet there seemed to be a visible distance from the last time they dated. Charlie was trying his best and Serena, well she was sort of there. Their usual dates would eventually end up talking about how and where they would get married when the time was right, today though not a word about it. He thought maybe he was giving a signal off then came the crunch that Charlie never expected, he could see the words her lips formed but his head unable to process them as he was thinking about Carrington. Suddenly his attention was drawn back to her. "Break up?" Charlie asked slight confused by what she was saying. Serena nodded sadly "It is not you, it is me" she said trying to sound sympathetic. Charlie stared at her "Now your using clichés" he said. "What has changed?" he asked. "Are you fucking someone else?" Charlie asked impatiently. Serena remained quiet looking at him for a moment "It was an accident, I never meant to". "So you cheated on me?" Charlie asked, the words hitting him harder than he expected. "I want to start over with you, make a real go of it" Serena pleaded and apologised. Charlie toyed with his desert and looked at her "Really, you do?" he asked. "Oh yes Charlie" Serena said eagerly, "I know it is you I love and want to be with". Charlie motioned for the waiter handing him his card "Can I pay please" he said. He looked at Serena "I understand" he said raging inside but remaining calm outside. Charlie signed the receipt and put his card away "So you went on holiday and shagged a bloke?". Serena shuffled in her seat, "Just the one or was there more?" he asked. "No, it was a moment of madness Charlie" Serena tried pleading her case. Charlie looked her in the eyes "I see nothing but deceit, I can't even pretend I love you". "But Charlie!" Serena said looking upset and slightly raising her voice. "No, the trust has gone" Charlie said, "There is nothing here" he stood up and walked out. Charlie got in to his car and rested his head on the steering wheel, she had been in his life for years and now this. Broken inside at the betrayal he could have been honest and told her that he had kissed and slept with an American guy. No wait he thought, nothing happened, just an innocent kiss flirting with him trying to seduce him. In a moment of of funny thought he giggled knowing just how effective Carrington's seducing of him had been and how he floundered and let him continue seducing him. The anger rose again in him, he drove off needing to think and headed up to the spot where he and Carrington had ran to overlooking the Hampshire countryside. He needed to rethink things properly and decide if going to the Australian navy is where he should take his life. After an hour or so he drove back home and picked his uniform up and drove back to the naval training camp at Gosport, he sent a text to Conrad telling him he had gone back and would call him during the week. Carrington was far from his mind at the moment still reeling at the behaviour of his so called girlfriend, but was he any different?

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 3 Tyson looked you at me as I continued to fuck my I un medicated poz cum into his formerly straight (and eventually to become his formerly negative) ass. After I left home I met a number of older men who introduced me to the party scene and it didn’t take long before I was pozzed. In fact a pozzing party was held in my honor when I agreed to be the star of a porn video that would capture the event. I made some good money on that video along with a second one I’ve done where I finally showed my silks as a top. Some of my friends wanted me to record my brother’s transformation from straight jock to poz, bottom cum dump. Since I was practically ‘raping’ him I felt that it wasn’t a good idea to record the events. My cock was still rock hard (thanks to Cialis) and I knew I needed to take this to the next level and start the mental aspect of his transformation. This was going to require slamming him into the stratosphere. With the Tina he consumed through the Gatorade and from my shotguns I hoped for an easy time administering his slam. Luckily I planned for this and had a friend hiding in a bedroom upstairs ready to help me slam my brother. Rod was listening in and was set to join us when I stared the metal aspect of transiting Tyson. As I Looked at my brother I asked him, “How are you liking that cock of mine inside your no longer straight ass?” Tyson definitely seemed conflicted as he struggled between the pleasure he was receiving and the idea that he was having gay sex. That question also was the signal for my friend Rod to join us as I pushed his legs back a little more keeping him pinned on the couch as Rod quickly place the tourniquet on his right arm and swabbed a good vein. Tyson started to object, “What the fuck are you doing?” Rod was very skillful as he slid the point in, registered the familiar flash and face Tyson a big slam. When the tourniquet was removed Tyson coughed out hard as his brain tried to wrap around what the Tina was starting to do to his mind and body. I felt his body convulsed with each cough as I felt the chems take effect and see the change in his face as he rode the rush of his first slam with more to come. Rod prepared to give me my slam as I held my cock still inside my brother. I knew the slam would release the fuck beast within me and that Tyson was about to be on the receiving end. I’ve been told by the that bottomed for me after I have worked tell me what a brutal pounding that received from me after get fucked. But they all enjoyed it as well so I figured as long as Tyson was kept high and horny had learn to enjoy getting his hole wrecked by his older brother. With Tyson intently watching, Rod applied the tourniquet, swabbed my arm and administered my slam. As he released the tourniquet I felt the Tina moving into my chest as I coughed out a could times. I leaned I and gave my brother a deep kiss forcing my tongue deep into his mouth as I began to fuck him spent at first until I broke off the kiss. Then with my face still close to his face I began to fuck him when more force. The animal within had been released. Rod was familiar with my beast, had been on the receiving end numerous times, in fact, he was one of a few guys who preferred me in beast mode. He too had his own animalistic way of fucking that I liked being on the receiving end. Tyson was going to learn that a hard pounding made for a good fucking. As my tweaked out brother took the full onslaught of my 8+” cock he was still trying to grasp a hold of everything he was feeling from the drugs too my cock reaming out his now well fucked hole. I continued with the mental since I knew it would work better with him in this tweaked out state, “Fuck Tyson, I can tell your starting to really like getting fucked by a real man. Before you know it you’ll be begging for any guy you fuck and breed your ass. You’re not going to be satisfied with pussy, you’ll only get satisfaction for a cock in your ass. And just wait until you learn how to suck cock.” With that said Rod climbed on the couch, straddled Tyson’s chest and began to feed him his 9”, uncut cock as I was getting ready to breed my brother again. Tyson seemed to start to gain some sense of what was going on as he began to moan when every thrust of my cock or maybe it was the cock starting to work its way into his throat. I knew Rod and he eventually demanded a cock sucker's throat. As I was about to bed my brother with a fourth load (I’m good for five or six) I let him know, “I’m going to breed your ass again Tyson. You’re learning quickly that you’re nothing more than a cum dump. Ready or not here comes another dirty load of my cum bro.”