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His cock head felt hot as it slipped between my sweaty arse cheeks. It was so hot in this room that my crack was already slippery with sweat, and it got slicker as his precum mixed with my sweat. I closed my eyes and my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. I was so incredibly turned on but also terrified about the massive poz cock poised at my hole. "My my, you do like to live...dangerously don't you? I wonder what the odds of you converting in one fuck would be?" he spoke as he slowly rubbed his cock between my cheeks. His cockhead brushed my tight virgin hole and I flinched, but at the same time a jolt ran up my spine, I was so turned on. "How dangerously, I wonder? Hmmm......maybe you'd like to flip for lube? Or condoms?" Wait, what? Was that one flip? Or two? I couldn't quite figure out what he meant, I tried to nod and shake my head while asking in muffled moans round the gag for him to please use a condom. I heard the flick and slap of him flipping another coin behind my back again. "Ooh, bad choice I'm afraid. No condoms or lube it is. I do hope your not the type to welch on a bet." John lined his massive cock up with my virgin hole. I'd never inserted anything bigger than a curious finger up there and now there was a bare poz cock beginning to press against it. It was somewhat slippery from the sweat and precum that had slicked my crack, but not enough for this! I clenched my jaw and bit hard into the rubber ball gag as my hole burned and stung, straining to accommodate the invading cockhead. The pain abated very slightly as the head popped in and John eased back from pushing in. "Oh, that is a lovely, tight arsehole you've got there. Can't believe your so happy to just risk that lovely neg hole getting ruined on a silly bet." He slowly started to slip the first little part of his cock in and out of my poor hole. The burning increased again, but I could feel it starting to become a bit slicker. How much precum was that poz cock leaking into my unprotected arse? And why was my cock so hard, even through the pain radiating from my arse. "Whoops, think I might have torn you up a little getting in there. Little bit of bloods nothing to worry about though." John chuckled as he worked more of his cock into my hole. I continued to bite the gag and tried to breathe as my hole was slowly stretched and I began to feel the red hot length of his cock slide slowly further and further into my rectum. After some minutes, as John thrusted in I felt his balls slap my arse as he finally bottomed out. My arse was on fire and it felt like his cock was trying to take up some serious space in my abdomen. As he fully penetrated me, he leaned forward and rested his hands on the small of my back, pushing me down. I felt a drip of sweat fall from him and hit me between the shoulder blades. "Well, don't you fit like the perfect cock sleeve! With a little persuasion. Now, how about a real bet?" I tried to catch my breath. I shuddered and writhed slightly on the iron bar piercing me. What the fuck else? What did this guy have in mind for me!

I was moving house interstate so had a long drive over 2 days ahead of me. I had planned to spread the drive over two days, so I didn’t have to stress too much. I like being able to stop along the way for coffees etc. I am an average looking 45 years old. I naturally have smooth skin and body and often get mistaken for a lot younger because of this. I set off on my drive and 3hrs in I drove through a small town and thought I would stop at a park with toilets to let the previous coffees go. I noticed a large truck parked and as I walked to toilets, I saw what must have been the truck driver sitting at a picnic table having a smoke near the toilets. He immediately caught my eyes as he was watching me walk to the toilets. He looked around my age or a little bit younger and was wearing old tight jeans and a blue singlet. Your typical truck driver outfit, I guess. As I got closer, I noticed his rough looks, hairy chest poking out of his singlet and one thing that I thought was unusual for a truck driver was he was well built. He had a 5-day light beard and what looked like medium long hair tied back. As I got closer to the toilets his intentions became clear. He took a nice long drag on his smoke and slowly spread his legs and rested his hand on his crotch. I knew immediately that I wanted this man inside me so as I entered the toilets, I slowed and slowly dropped the back of my shorts down to show some of my arse before walking in. As I shook the last drops of my piss at the urinal, I heard the footsteps coming to the toilets, so I stayed standing at the urinal my cock starting to harden from the anticipation. The guy walked in and stood beside me and pulled out a rock hard 8” cock and slowly stroke it and looked at me. “You want it?” I did not answer, I just pulled down my shorts and leaned over the urinal assuming the position indicating my answer with actions. He simply said, “I thought so”. He spat on his cock to lube it, stood behind me and slid it balls deep in one go. It hurt a bit at first, but I wanted this man inside me so bad I didn’t care. He never even pulled his pants down. Just a rock-hard cock poking out of his jeans zipper. He started fucking me slow at first, and then started speeding up and said, “where do you want it”. Again, I didn’t answer and reached around and pulled his arse so his cock bottomed out in me and even if he wanted, we couldn’t pull out. He chuckled and said, “thought so, you dirty little pig”. He leaned in and kissed my neck as he started to fuck harder and deeper. As he sped up, he said, “this is a fuck you won’t forget” and suddenly bottomed out and started flooding my insides with his seed. It was such a big load I could feel it coating my inside. He kept shuddering as he kept pumping load after load in me. This went on for a few minutes. As he kept cumming he reached around and turned my head around and started kissing me. His kiss was rough and intoxicating. The taste of his smoker’s breath took me over the edge and while he was still inside me, I came hands free. He reached around catching some of my seed in his hand and wiped it over my face and then licked it off and kissed me with it. He didn’t go soft and stayed inside me. When I came and we kissed with my load, it seemed to turn him on more. He started to slowly fuck me again. “I got one more for you”. And he certainly did. After another 5 minutes of fucking, he was flooding my insides with another load. It was the best rest stop I had ever made. He finally went soft, turned me around and kept kissing me for another minute. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I need another smoke, join me”. He zipped up his jeans and walked out. I was in a post fuck haze and just pulled my shorts up and followed him out. We both sat at the picnic table, and he offered me a smoke. We sat and smoked, and he told me his name was Dave. We chatted for about 10mins and it turned out he was planning to stop overnight at the same town I was. I told him the motel I was staying at and suggested he spend the night there with me. He said he would like that very much. I also told him where I was moving too, and he said he was based there. As I stood up to leave, I felt a few dribbles of cum leak out and dribble down my leg. When I got to the motel I was wondering if this was going to happen or not or he was just being nice. There had not been much happening where I lived previously so I had not been on prep for the past 6 months. There just wasn’t any need. I never really gave it any thought. I chucked on my jocks and shorts and a singlet in hopes he wasn’t just saying nice things until I left. Every time a truck went by my heart skipped a beat lol. Around 9pm, I was relaxing watching an old movie thinking it was probably not going to happen when I hear a knock at the door. It was Dave. I let him in and immediately he had me against the wall kissing me. This time was a bit different to the toilets. It was a lot more passionate. We slowly undressed each other, and as I pulled his jeans off, I saw the tattoo just to the right of his thigh. It was a biohazard tattoo. I suddenly realized that when he fucked me in the toilets, I had not once turned around or seen any of him. I hesitated suddenly as I saw the tattoo and it hit me that earlier today, I took two loads of this guy, and I was not on prep. He saw this but said nothing and waited. I started to slowly run my fingers over the tattoo as it all sunk in, and he was starting to get aroused and hard again. I looked up at him and as he looked down at me with a smile that signalled something akin to cheeky and wanting. I finished pulling his jeans off and stood back slightly to take him all in. He was just on six foot tall, toned, gorgeous hairy chest that ran down to his hairy crotch. Scruffy and unshaved and rocking a rock hard 8” cock. After a minute I leaned in and kissed him. Looking up at him I said, “Well it is what it is. Who better to be the father of my poz babies and the one to knock me up than you”. He smiled and said, “I’m not on meds, so it probably will happen”. I then said, “Then make it count”. We barely spoke the rest of the night. Dave spent the night and fucked me repeatedly in positions I had never considered. He pumped another 4 loads into me that night. I fell asleep late into the night with his rock-hard cock still inside me holding all his loads in me. I woke up the next morning and Dave was gone. The sheets were stained with cum, and my arse was coated with dried cum. Proud of my exploits I decided not to shower. I didn’t want any of his cum wasted. I found a note on the desk in the room from Dave which read. “Thanks for taking my babies. I hope you enjoyed it, I did. Love to be the one that knocked you up. Love to keep trying.” And his phone number was listed.

Part 3: Shortly after I am pozzed Dave moves in with me. Dave heads off for another four-day trip and I am back working like usual. I always make sure I am cleaned out and ready for him when he gets home. Every time he comes home, he fucks me within minutes of getting in the door. When he gets back this time and after planting his first load home in me and while I get dinner ready, he says he has two mates coming over in an hour that need an arse to breed. Me: “Well you just lubed me up with your seed, so best to not let it go to waste.” We get the bed ready, and I am wearing just jocks and a singlet that says “cum in me bro” lol. There is a knock at the door and Dave answers it and two of his mates walk in. Steve is a little older in his 50’s and has a small belly, but classically handsome. The other guy is a lot younger in his 20s, Andrew. He is slim/toned, and it turns out is Steves son. Dave introduces them to me, and they both start running their hands over me in the hallway. Steve then fingers my hole as Andrew kisses me and Dave. They are both bulging cocks at this point clearly ready to fuck and horny. Steve: “Fuck Dave, is that all you in there already” Dave: “Yeah, wanted to prepare a nice slick workspace for you and Andrew”. We all make out for a bit before we go to the bedroom. Dave asks me to lay on his back with my arse at the end of the bed. Dave and the others strip off and Andrew is the first at the end of the bed and he is rocking what must be a thick 9” cock. Clearly blessed with a huge cock. Dave climbs on the bed and starts kissing me as Andrew slides in opening me up. Andrew: “Fuck its wet and slick Dave”. Dave: “Got him ready for you. But remember, this is my man, so take it easy”. Andrew starts slowly fucking me opening me up and Dave keeps kissing me telling me he loves me and to take the cocks and loads like a good boyfriend. While Andrew fucks me, I look up between kisses with Dave and I am surprised to Andrew kissing his dad while he fucks me. Andrew: “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Where you want it” looking at me. Dave: “All loads go in my boy guys”. Andrew bottoms out as he unloads in me grunting and groaning like each groan makes his load pump deeper. He slowly pulls out and I can feel cum dripping down the back of my arse. Steve: “Move boy, I’m gonna blow” Steve then slams in and immediately blows hi load in me with his sons”. Steve and Andrew make out a bit in the post cum haze and Dave is kissing me telling me he loves me. He gets up and says, “move boys, I gotta blow too”. Dave slides in effortlessly and almost immediately blows another load in me. It turns me on that this has turned him on so much and I cum all over my stomach. Steve and Andrew stay and deliver another load each before leaving. As Dave walks them to the door, I am laying on the bed with 5 loads in me leaking all over the bed. Dave comes back and cuddles up to me and we make out for over an hour chatting. Feeling stupidly horny in that post sex haze I ask Dave if he is going to have his poz mate come breed me sometime. Dave laughs and says, “he just did”. I am shocked and turned on. Dave explains it was Steve that pozzed him. Not long after he found out his son was gay; he found out his son was a chaser and pozzed his son. He said they have never been closer. “You just took four poz loads in addition to mine babe”. Then he gives me the final load for the night. We fall asleep that way in cum stained sheets, cum leaking from my hole in the arms of my new boyfriend.

I started talking to this guy online recently and we seemed to hot it off online. Totally my kind of guy. He was married with a couple of kids, about 5’10” tall, in his 30’s, average build, trimmed beard and hairy chest. Just the way I like my men. Knowing his seed was potent (i.e. he can father children) fed into my fantasies so much. I’m 50, average build, short, trimmed moustache, and smooth all over. His name was Matt and the thing that turned me on the most was he also seemed affectionate and romantic like me even though he was married. We talked a lot about dates and weekends away. I knew he was married but so wanted to be his boyfriend on the side. As we talked more it became evident, he had some of the same dark desires as me. Sharing stories about pozzing and being pozzed. My fantasies about married men (men who have fathered children) was taken to a whole new level. He finally had a weekend coming up when the wife and kids were going away to visit family. Leaving on Friday and not coming back until the next Monday. We decided it was time to meet and spend some quality time together. We planned the weekend. I got us a nice apartment in the city centre for the Friday and Saturday nights. We met at the apartment complex after work on Friday and it was instant chemistry. As I checked in, they asked if it was for one or two people. I responded it was me and my boyfriend for the weekend. Matt was standing behind me and after saying this placed his hand on my arse affectionately. When we got in the lift, we were the only ones, and we made out like long lost lovers would. His trim beard scratches my face as we kissed passionately, and I just couldn’t get enough of his taste. We walked to our apartment arms around each other. As soon as we got in the apartment the bags were thrown, and we started stripping each other. I just couldn’t get enough of Matt, and it seemed he felt the same. The passion was intense and before I knew it Matt had me bent over the kitchen table fucking me hard and intensely before blowing a huge load in me. “5-day load babe” he says as he pumps the last drop in me. I am mostly a bottom, but I was rock hard and so close to cumming myself. As Matt pulled out, he said, “what about me?” and turned around. I slid right in and after a few pumps I was flooding his insides with my seed too. Something I had not done in a long time. We unpack a few things and then head out to dinner. Matt has his arms around me the whole time and we were holding hands. It was so much like a romantic date. After dinner Matt suggested a gay pub around the corner for a few drinks, and I was all for it. At the pub we had a few drinks and were kind of all over each other when this 6 foot something middle eastern guy came up and introduced himself as Sam. He was a toned/muscle wearing the stereo typical tight jeans and white t-shirt. We chatted and during this time explained what Matt and I were doing. Our chats started to get dirty as the evening and alcohol progressed, and Matt and I shared some of our poz fantasies as well. Sam smiled at this and lifted his shirt above his chest to reveal a biohazard tattoo and said, “me and a mate would be more than happy to help you both with that if you are serious.” Matt and I looked at each other with evil smiles on both our faces. Matts jeans were already bulging with his rock-hard cock just at the thought as was mine. Sam noticed and commented that our bodies seemed to be answering for us. Sam said he had a mate like him that he sometimes teamed up with and would be happy to text him and see if he was free tonight to make our fantasies come true. Matt leaned in and passionately kissed me. “This date couldn’t be better. I’m keen if you are. Nothing would be hotter than getting pozzed with you”. I told Sam to check with his mate and 5 minutes later he came back, and his words were music to Matt and my ears. “You’re in luck. Tonight, your both gonna be fucked like you have never been fucked before and your lives will change forever. We exchanged details and he and his mate were to come to the apartment in an hour. Matt and I headed back to the apartment and got ready. Were both already had each other’s loads in us, so we were all primed. Shortly after Sam arrived with his mate. They could have been twins or brothers, they looked so alike. We went to the bedroom and Sam said, “One of you on his back with the arse over the end of the bed, and the other on all fours with the arse over the other side of the bed. I want you both to be able to kiss and look in each other’s eyes as this happens. Sam and his friend then got undressed and both were sporting thick 8” cocks that were now rock hard. They both slid in our pre-lubed holes at the same time. Sam then said as they allowed our arses to stretch, “last warning, we are both toxic, and we don’t pull out.” Matt kissed me and said, “I love you” and then “poz us up”. Sam and his mate showed no mercy, fucking us both hard and deep as Matt and I kept kissing and making out. Sam then said, “you close?” to his mate and he said yes. Then “here it comes, here comes the load that will change you forever” and suddenly in unison they both started grunting and groaning as they both flood our holes with their toxic seed. Shortly after, they pulled out and Sam told us to relax while they stepped out on the balcony for a smoke. Matt and I moved to start hugging and kissing. Matt was softly rubbing my stomach saying, “I hope it takes for us both babe”. We lay there both with seed dripping from our holes before Sam and his mate came back in. Both hard again. “Right, now time to swap.” Sam said. Matt and I assumed our positions and they both switched so that now the other guy was fucking us. This went on for ten minutes with both Matt and my holes now making wet sounds as they fucked us before they both unloaded their second loads in us. When they were done, they started to get dressed leaving Matt and I on the bed naked and kissing. Sam said they have a pretty good poz rate, but they both offered to come back the next night to repeat the process to be sure. Matt and I both smiled and said “please”. TBC

Part 2: I immediately text Dave and thank him for his babies also giving him my mobile number. I drive on to my new home and get a text from Dave saying he enjoyed the last few days a lot and wanted to follow-up when back. I give him my new address and let him know the door is always open. I knew this was a risk, but this was a guy I would normally think is well out of my league. It turned me on so much that such a hot guy would be keen to fuck me again. To be honest I thought he would just be happy breeding me and knocking me up as a hook-up that was random. I didn’t think I would hear back from him again. Come the next day (Friday) I did some initial shopping and was packing some stuff away and thinking about what to do for dinner when I hear a knock at the door. I open the door and there is standing Dave looking as hot as ever in his tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. Sporting a big smile he says, “I hope you don’t mind me dropping by”. I pull him in and close the door and kiss him like a long-lost lover. After making out for at least five minutes, we break the kiss and he says, “I guess that means you don’t mind” and laughs. Dave is so hard his cock is almost busting out of his jeans. “I haven’t cum since I fucked you last. And I usually need to cum at least once a day”. I smile at him and drag him to the kitchen where he pulls my shorts down, pulls his cock out and bends me over the kitchen bench and slides straight in me. It doesn’t stop for the next two hours. He fucks me in the kitchen flooding my insides with another poz load before moving to the lounge and fucking me again on the couch pumping another load in me. Laying on the couch naked and in his arms, he then starts cuddling and making out on the couch after dumping two loads in me. “So, what are we doing for dinner?”. We order pizza and talk some more. Dave lives in town and obviously is a truck driver. Because of his work, he finds it hard to find anything meaningful so just gets fucks when he can. He tells me he has been driving trucks for the past 5 years. Most of his trucker mates are bi and they all fuck around when travelling to keep themselves satisfied. The only hassle is most are “straight tops”. Whilst on a long haul a year ago he and another trucker were on a long haul and one thing led to another and the other guy fucked him a few times on the trip. That is when he was pozzed. They all fuck around occasionally but most of them prefer to fuck than be fucked. I flippantly say I’d happily service them all. Dave grabs my face and looks me in the eyes and kisses me, and says, “really? Would you do that for us?” I kiss him back and say, “I would do that for you, but it would be with one condition. I would want it to be you that knocks me up first. I want to know who the father of my poz babies is”. Dave spends the night. Fucks me another two times that night before I fall asleep in his arms, his hairy chest pressed against my back with his hard cock still plugging my hole. The next day I wake up to his cock in my arse already pumping another load in me. We spend the Saturday together doing random stuff. Within a few days I am loving spending time with Dave, and he seems to want to spend time with me. We go to the pub for dinner and when we get home, we are cuddling on the couch watching a movie and Dave breaks the silence. Dave: “I know you want it to be me to knock you up, and happy to be the one. Although, I am confident the deed is done in that department. But what about after that?” Me: “What do you mean” I say. Dave: “Well, I love to fuck as you probably have worked out, but the thought of having someone special to come home to all the time would also be nice”. Me: “Are you saying you wanna date me? I mean something more than just this?” Dave: “well I don’t want to scare you off, but I love fucking your hole as much as any guy would, but I kind of really like you and spending time with you. So yeah, you open to a boyfriend? An arrangement we can work out to suit us both”. Me: “firstly, I’d give you a key right now if you wanted. What do you mean by arrangement?”. Dave: “Well, I was thinking of this as an option. But open to suggestions and we can alter it if you like. I really like you, and I love falling asleep and waking up with you. And to be honest, I am sick of coming home to an empty house. What if we dated, but I would be happy to share your arse with my truckie mates when they need it. The only rule is they pump and dump and leave. It is always me you fall asleep and wake up with”. Me: “Wow, fuck Dave, I’d marry you tomorrow if you wanted. As far as your friends go, I will take any cock and load you want me to take. But on one condition. We don’t start that until it is confirmed I am poz. I need to know this baby is yours. And it must be a two-way street. It must be difficult on those trips, so I have no issues with you fucking on the road too. If you always come home to me”. Dave pulls me up and kisses me deeply and says, “done deal. I know it’s fast, but I think I love you man”. Me: “Love you too babe”. Dave spends the rest of the weekend fucking and breeding me before heading off on another three-day truck trip. Those three days I feel empty. But he texts me numerous times every day. He stays with me whenever he is home over the next month. Just on a month I get the flu. Nothing severe, but enough for me to get tested. It comes back positive. When Dave gets home this time, I have a nice dinner and wine waiting for him. As usual, he is fucking me in the kitchen before dinner. As I pull my pants up and turn around, I kiss him and show him the results. He responds like a real father getting the news his wife is pregnant. As we lay on the couch like two lovers, he can’t keep his hands off me. Dave: “No rush, but a couple of the guys have been hounding me about the chance to fuck you. Whenever you are ready, love to see you fucked and bred by a few of them. The thought of my man looking after my mates really turns me on.” Me: “whenever you are ready babe”.

"Wanna see something else" he asked as I gently stroked this monster cock. I'd never felt anything like it, so hard yet soft in my hand. I glanced up. "Uh, like what?" I asked. "C'mon, I'll show you. You'll love it I'm sure." he said. He turned away and my hand fell away from his cock. I stood up and followed him like a lost puppy. He opened another door and waved me in to what seemed like a spare room. Inside was a padded bench facing a rack of various toys. The bench was made of dark wood with leather pads where you could rest your arms and legs. "Cool isn't it? And it's actually pretty comfy. Wanna try it?" He asked me. His grin was positively predatory now. "Yeah, it's pretty cool, but I dunno, I'm not..." "Tell you what, flip a coin. You lose, you lie down on it for me and tell me how it is" he suggested. Something about this whole chance going was turning me on. I shrugged and he flipped the coin. I called heads. "Tails. So hop on, boy" he said. I could feel my heart racing as I lay down on the fuck bench. "So this is a whole day of firsts isn't it, boy. Let's flip for the cuffs and gag. Get the whole experience." I heard him flip the coin and catch it before I could object. This was getting out of hand. "I...uh.... Heads?" I said instead of arguing. "Ooh, tails it is." He put the chin down without even showing it to me. For some reason I just meekly opened my mouth as he jammed a rubber gag in. I felt the click of cold steel round my wrists. He rested his hand on my head. I could feel his cock resting between my arse cheeks through my shorts. " So let's flip for clothes, eh?" he flipped the coin. Wait, what? How was this meant to work? I couldn't talk round this gag forcing my jaw open. I tried to argue. "Man, you sure can pick em. Nope, tails you lose, let's lose the shorts." I could feel the cold steel against my arse this time as he cut my shorts off with some shears. I started to cry a little as my situation sunk in. What the fuck had I got myself into? He gently ran his hands down my back as I felt the head of his cock start to rub between my cheeks. I could feel the slick precum start to leak onto my tight arsehole.

Chapter Two: Some of them Want to be Abused So, life is not fair. I say that and you nod but let me tell you, it is really not fucking fair. My name is Baxter White and my dad raped me. I know, sounds a little shocking but let me explain. My dad was a cop, and it turns out he was a dirty cop, he framed this guy and sent him to jail, and it turns out the guy didn’t like it. Wow, what a twist. The guy got out, broke into our house, drugged me and my dad, and had my dad fuck me… filmed it…and then sent it to my mom and the cops. They took my dad away and my mom instantly filed for divorce. I thought that was going to be that, I mean I was 16 and unwilling, they had a fucking tape of it…how hard could it be to convict him? Turns out when you’re a dirty cop, other dirty cops will cover for you. Afraid he was going to give them up if he went to jail they “lost” the tape and the charges were dropped when the toxscreen came back that my dad was high as a fucking kite. The video clearly showed the other guy coaching him, even though they lost it, and he was quietly reassigned across the country while my mom was given everything in the divorce. So, I got fucked, taped and my dad got a new job, see what I mean not fair? I was on the lacrosse team and wasn’t going to just shrivel up and die, so I put on my big boy pants and kept going to the gym. In this case, the gym was Tony’s, a cop gym that my dad and I had gone to, the guys there knew me and though they didn’t know why my dad left, they knew I was on my own so let me keep working out there for free. I walked into Tony’s with a swagger, I was going to leave my old life behind, forget what my dad had done to me, and become a new me. A better me. A me that didn’t need my asshole dad to succeed. As I entered the gym, everyone seemed to glance at me, I wondered for a second if they knew what he had done to me but then thought better of it. They just knew I was on my own now and my dad had moved out of state suddenly. They probably felt sorry for me, poor little cop's kid with no dad. Fuck my dad, I didn't need him. I went into the locker room and changed, I was easily the youngest guy here but wasn't in the best shape. Some of these guys were beasts, huge, muscled guys that made me look tiny in comparison. I changed out and pulled on some shorts, ignoring the glances of guys who recognized me and noticed the lack of my dad. As I started lifting weights, I saw them whisper amongst themselves, speculating why my dad left without even saying goodbye to his son. It annoyed me, not because it hurt my feelings, but rather because they didn't know he left and I had refused to talk to him again. They assumed I was the victim here and I would never be a victim again. I put all my anger and rage into my reps, straining my body with each rep, forcing myself to lift more and more, trying to drown the rage out. I was squatting over my max and I felt my legs start to tremble, in a panic I realized I had overextended myself and didn't have a spotter! I grunted as I strained to push it off of me...fuck... "Whoa!" a voice said, gripping the bar, "I gotcha," he said, letting me slip free before letting it fall to the floor. He was one of those massive guys I mentioned earlier, he looked like someone who could snap me in half, but there was something gentle in his gaze. His name was Mason, he helped me get back up onto my feet smiling, “You shouldn’t be putting up those numbers without a spot man.” I nodded, “Sorry, got away from me.” “I get it,” he said holding out his hand, “Mason.” I shook it, “Baxter,” “I know who you are,” he said, “And I get it, but if you’re gonna take our anger out on wights, why don’t you join us.” I looked over and another guy was standing at a weight bench, he was leaner and more compact than Mason but still bigger than I was. “That’s Sebastian, come work out with us.” I nodded and walked over while Sebastian shook my hand, “What’s up kid, how you holding up?” I sighed, “I was fine before I almost committed suicide by squats.” They laughed, “Well if you need some workout partners, we’re looking for a third.” I smiled, “That would be cool!” We spent hours working out, talking about everything under the sun - our families, politics, sports, women. The three of us formed quite a bond in no time, and by the end of the day, I felt like they were friends. We all went back to the locker room and Mason turned to me, “We usually sit in the steam room for an hour after, we’re here every day, you wanna exchange numbers so we can keep in touch?” I nodded and pulled out my cell, “That would be cool, you guys really don’t mind?” He put his number into my phone, “Hell no man, my dad bailed on me when I was younger than you, I know what it's like to start over, we got you.” I was so fucking grateful, I gave him my cell and they walked into the steam room while I took a shower. This felt like a great beginning. The next few weeks we worked out like crazy, they helped me with my form and spotted me when I needed it. They began to talk up the academy, which they had just graduated from, they were both very young for cops, maybe 24 tops, but built like motherfuckers. They began telling me how I could be a cop and that the academy was looking for guys like me. As much as I hated my dad, the sound of being a cop myself began to appeal to me. I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially since Mason and Sebastian encouraged me daily during our workouts. Maybe they saw something in me, or perhaps they just wanted a way to connect deeper to me? Either way, I began to see it as a possibility after high school. Finally, I began to talk to them about it, asking what I needed to do to train for it. They began to go over the physical exercises they were drilled on and began to run me through mock versions of it as a workout. The other cops cheered me on once they saw what I was doing, it felt like I had become one of them in some way. Once I had the exercises down, they said the next was mental prep. They said there were a lot of tests and memorizations I would need to master, but they had the books still at their place. They invited me back one night so I could start to study them. I went to their place, they shared a small apartment with two rooms, it screamed male with a kitchen full of protein powders and meal preps, the whole place smelled like a locker room, a smell I had to admit I liked. Mason came out with a few books, here, these are the first-year ones, look them over, there are practice tests in the back, take your time and if you have any questions just ask us, we’ll talk you through it. I thanked them and they drove me home, I had never in my life been so happy to be assigned homework. As I studied the books I realized a few things, the first was becoming a cop was not as easy as it seemed and two, I was a complete moron. I had spent most of high school playing on my body and looks, not actually studying. I knew more about how to get a girl’s panties off than I did about this shit. I admitted it to them the next time we lifted and they both laughed. “Yeah, it’s complicated,” Mason said between sets, “We had study groups when we did it. Bring the books next time, when we’re done working out come over and we’ll go over it with you.” “You guys would do that?” I asked in awe. Sebastian nudged me, “For our little cop pup, anything.” I was beaming. The next session I brought my books and when we were done, we went back to their place to study. They ordered us a pizza and they went over the concepts that were puzzling me, slowly I began to understand it, very slowly. As the days turned to weeks they became like a second family, I loved these guys and they seemed to feel the same about me. When we were finished with the first book, I asked them what else I would need to do. It was a Friday, and we were at their place, my mom knew I was staying here for the weekend as we studied so we had spread out in sweats, going over what I needed to work on. They looked at each other and shrugged, “Well there is the drug test.” I shook my head, “I don’t do drugs.” They chuckled, “No, not that, the drug test is where you do drugs so you know how they affect the people you’re arresting. It’s a doozy cause if you freak out you can get failed based on psychological means.” “Wait what? You have to take drugs?” They nodded, “Yeah, a dose under controlled circumstances, so you know if you’re facing a junkie what they are going through. But it’s also like a backdoor psych test, if you lose it they know you aren’t stable.” Shit, that sounded bad. “How do you know if you’ll freak out?” They shrugged, “You don’t until you try it.” I began to panic, I had a lot of shit going on, the odds of me freaking out were…well it was high. Mason saw I was panicking and smiled, “Hey, it's cool, if you want, we can practice.” I looked up at him, “Practice? How?” Sebastian grinned at me, “We’ll give you a dose here, with just us, see how you react. That way we know what we have to work on.” My stomach soured, the last time I had done anything was…was with dad. What if they dosed me during the academy and I had a flashback? Shit, this was bad. Sebastian came over and put an arm around me, “Hey, it's ok, listen. You’re here all weekend, let’s get your feet wet and if you want, we’ll take it with you, so you don’t feel so weird.” “Really?” Mason just nodded, “Of course pup, we got you.” We started with some beers, I had been drunk before but they said it was a nice onramp, next was some weed. They had a couple of joints they had confiscated from some dealers, I had done weed once or twice with friends but this shit was strong. I sat on the couch between them feeling no pain, they had taken their shirts off and were laughing at nothing. “Aren’t you hot pup?” Mason asked, pulling at my shirt. I nodded and held my arms up and he pulled it off and tossed it aside, “Jesus kid,” Sebastian said, running his hands over my pecs and abs, “You are smoking hot.” His fingers made me shiver as I suppressed a moan, “Thanks…” “Ok, last one,” Mason said, pulling out an Altoids tin, “Lemme see your tongue,” I stuck my tongue out and he placed a small pill on it, “Ok swallow.” I gulped the pill and he handed me a beer to wash it down. They both took one and did the same, “What was that?” I asked as they passed another joint to me. “Molly,” Sebastian said taking the joint from me, “It's as hard as they get…give it a few and it will kick in.” I nodded, closing my eyes, I hadn’t felt his relaxed…since forever. I just sat there, letting the world spin around me, enjoying my own little puddle of happy… I don’t know how much time passed before I heard Mason asked, “How you feeling?” My eyes stayed closed as I smiled, “Good.” “How does this feel?” and then something pinched my nipple. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself staring right into Sebastian’s face, my mouth slightly agape, trying to comprehend why his face was so close to mine. Before I could process further, he pressed his lips against mine, sending waves of sensation rippling throughout my entire body. His hand snaked behind my neck, deepening the kiss, and I couldn’t help but respond in kind. Our tongues tangled passionately as I grabbed onto his shoulders, unable to believe what was happening. I felt like I was drowning in him for a moment before he pulled back and smiled at me. His large, calloused hands roamed along my shoulders, down my torso before coming to rest firmly upon my hips. His lips parted mine hungrily, his tongue seeking entry inside my mouth. Every caress sent shivers coursing down my spine leaving me utterly lost in ecstasy. I gave in fully for a moment, allowing myself to be led by his experience. And then my consciousness surfaced…I was kissing a guy! “Wait…” I gasped, my entire body shaking from pleasure. My cock was painfully hard as I moved away from him, “What…are…” I moved back into Sebastian and his arms moved around me, “Shhh, we got you,” he said as he licked around the edge of my ear. I moaned as I felt my body melt into his arms, my head rolled back and I felt him begin to nibble on my neck, “Let go pup…we know what you need.” For a moment my mind was gone, I whimpered as I felt his teeth mark me over and over, god this felt so good… And then I sat up, “No!” I said, my head reeling, “I’m not…not…” “A fag? Gay? Into it?” Mason asked, his hand moving over the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts, “Oh baby boy, we’ve seen the video…you loved it.” My eyes widened as I realized they had known who I was the whole time! He nodded as he moved towards me, lying me back into Sebastian’s arms, “We saw you pup, and we say how much you liked it, loved it, how you begged for it…” I shook my head as I fell back into Sebastian. Mason kissed up my neck, “You loved it, were begging for it…some on Baxter,” his face hovered over mine, “Admit it.” I shook my head, but no words would come out of my mouth. “Just.” Kiss. “Let.” Kiss. “Go.” I groaned as he bit my neck again, the pain becoming a pleasure I hadn’t felt since…since dad. I threw my head back as he kept kissing me. Sebastian’s hands roamed my body from behind, it was like being trapped in a prison of ecstasy and I was losing the will to escape. His body pressed against mine and the warmth, the weight…pressing down on me…I closed my eyes and surrendered to the desire. My cock throbbed as he kissed me, I could hear myself screaming in my head to stop him, to push him off but my body refused to listen. The hunger, the yearning to be touched, caressed...it was all I could feel. I should have been screaming, thrashing in panic…instead, pleasure flooded through my veins, making me crave more and more of whatever was happening. I knew this wasn’t right, but I didn’t care anymore, I was tired of being sad or pissed or feeling sorry for myself. I just wanted to feel anything more than what I had been. Mason’s mouth found mine and I froze as his tongue pushed against mine…I couldn’t kiss a guy…I wasn’t a fag…I wasn’t…I wasn’t… He pulled back and looked me in the eye, “Stop fighting this,” he said, “We know what you need.” “What do I need?” I asked, honestly asking at this point. He leaned in, his hot breath on my ear as he whispered, “You need daddy to fuck you again.” I shuddered as my cock lurched, a low moan escaped my lips before Mason kissed me again, this time I kissed back. His hand slid down the length of my thigh, rubbing against the fabric covering my cock, sending electric shocks through my body. This shouldn't happen; I told myself repeatedly, yet I still allowed it to continue that voice grew dimmer and farther away…as his hand moved up my shorts and grabbed my cock I broke the kiss, throwing my head back as I whimpered, “Daddy…” He sat up, grabbed the waist of my shorts, and paused, “Lift your hips, baby…” Time stopped, though my mind was fogged I knew this was the moment, this was the turning point. I could stop this, I could shake my head and they would stop, I could feel it. They weren’t here to rape me…they were here to use me…willingly. Anything that happened after this wouldn’t be on them, it would be all me. I thought about my girlfriend, my life…everything that came before this moment… All I could see was my dad’s face as I rode his cock. I slowly lifted my hips as he pulled my shorts off, my leaking cock slapping my abs as he tossed them aside. He grabbed my length again, shaking his head, “Look at how hot you are!” he said, lazily stroking my dick, “Such a big boy…” I bucked my hips into his hand, thrusting my needy cock into his hand, Sebastian’s hand moved over my pecs, pinching my nipples as I writhed between them. My whole world was pleasure, Sebastian licked my ear and asked me quietly, “You want your daddies to take care of you?” I nodded and pulled his face to mine, “Please daddy…” And we kissed. It was rough, wet, messy – all things forbidden. His tongue invaded my mouth, forcing itself past my trembling lips, ravaging me causing involuntary sounds of delight to erupt from deep within my chest. As our lips locked, my heart raced faster, desperately reaching out for more stimulation while fear crawled relentlessly underneath my skin. Mason’s hand moved off my cock and was replaced by his mouth. “Oh fuck!” I moaned as I arched my back, shoving my cock down his throat. He gagged as my length hit the back of his throat; I had a huge cock…like my dad. Many girls had complained that I was too big, more than a few nights I had ended up with a hand job because they wouldn’t let me fuck them. Mason quickly recovered though, grabbing the base of me and deep-throating me as the tip of my cock slipped down the opening of his throat. I couldn't think of any other way to describe it besides 'eating', he really devoured my manhood. Each gulp from Mason made me even harder until finally I heard myself calling out "Oh yeah…take it!" Sebatian’s hands roamed all over my chest and abs as Mason choked on my cock. I felt teeth on my neck, and I sobbed as I felt him mark me again, leaving delicate bruises all over my neck like a common whore. Mason came off my cock and spread my legs wider, as he began to lick my taint I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. Sebastian grabbed my legs and pulled them back as Mason spread my ass cheeks…revealing my tiny, little jock hole. I felt his breath blow on it before his tongue began to lap around my puckered entrance. I held my breath as he did smaller and smaller laps around my hole until finally, he stabbed his tip into me… “DADDY!” I screamed as I felt his tongue enter me. It wasn't gentle; he was forceful and demanding, owning me completely. He stretched my hole open, pushing deeper with each pass of his tongue as if claiming ownership of my cunt. My muscles quivered beneath his movements, my entire body consumed by waves of intense sensation that only escalated when he began to piston his tongue in and out of me harder. Sebastian kept talking to me as I was tongue fucked, “Yeah open that pussy up, let your daddy eat you out!” My eyes rolled back as I surrendered my body to them, he savagely plunged his tongue into my hole until I was pleading for more. My voice sounded strange to me, so needy, so desperate…as Mason went back to licking my balls two fingers were shoved into me, stretching me out. "That's a good boy," I heard Sebastian say softly. Then it was three fingers in me, filling me up in ways I never imagined possible. Mason worked me expertly, each finger pulling slightly inwards as it penetrated deeper inside me as Sebastian kept kissing me, distracting me from the discomfort with his mouth. Their rhythm was slow and controlled - almost hypnotizing - creating a wave of euphoria throughout my body. Finally, four fingers moved in and out of me easily as I felt the tingle of my bitch button being tickled by their pressure. I began to buck back into Mason’s hand, and he chuckled, “Baby boy wants more than some fingers?” I looked up and him and nodded eagerly, my need consuming any reservations I was feeling. He stood and pulled his clothes off, revealing a thick, uncut cock that bobbed over a set of huge bull balls. He smiled as he saw me looking at his length, he straddled my chest, his purplish head brushing my lips, “Get daddy’s cock ready…” I took his massive member in my hands, giving it a quick lick, then lowered my head toward it. It was heavy in my mouth, engulfing most of it, the heat radiating it was insane. I sucked hard, taking the thickness further into my mouth, working to fit even more onto my tongue. My nose filled with the smell of sweaty man, but I barely noticed, lost in the task. As the musky taste mixed with the tang of precum, I became aware of something else…a sudden, unexpected rush of emotion. A hunger, a desire to please him no matter what. It was driving me wild, this urge to satisfy him. The need pushed me to abandon reason, logic crumbling beneath the tidal wave of arousal. I started moving my mouth along his shaft, using one hand to stroke him softly, while the other caressed his nuts. All thoughts drifted from my brain except the fact that I needed to please daddy…I needed to make daddy feel so good! I felt his hand move through my hair, “Oh that’s it boy, worship daddy’s cock…that’s it!” His approval drove me crazy, and I moaned around his cock as I slathered it with my spit, desperate to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I began to choke and gag as he hit the back of my throat, I kept trying to pull back until I hit Sebastian’s chest…I was trapped. He began to force his cock down my throat, I had nowhere to go, they held me fast and all I could was let him fuck my throat, his precum flowing down my throat. I felt his balls his my chin as he face fucked me, I was dizzy, his smell everywhere…his grunts as he pushed down my throat… “Such a hungry boy,” Sebastian said, and I whimpered, my cock still hard as a rock. This was turning me on so fucking much! What was wrong with me? Finally, Mason pushed me off his cock, gasping as I tried to keep sucking him off, “Down boy!” he said, climbing off my chest, “I am not wasting a load on that mouth,” He moved between my legs, lining his cock up to my aching hole, “Ask daddy to fuck you… I want to hear it.” I looked up at him with wide eyes and opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Mason placed his large palms firmly on my shoulders and forced me to look directly into his eyes. He spoke sternly and deliberately, “You want daddy to fuck you, don’t you?” I swallowed hard…and nodded once. His head pressed into me and I closed my eyes as I felt him enter me… My hole was tight, too tight…he strained to push past my muscle, but I had only been fucked once…I moaned as he pushed harder… “Relax baby,” Sebastian said, rubbing my chest, “Relax and push out…” I winced as I tried…Sebastian shifted behind me and then something was under my nose, “Inhale…” I remember this stuff, smells like shit but…I inhale and close my eyes, waiting for it to hit…I felt my hole stretch as Mason kept pushing… And then nothing, my thoughts shattered as the poppers took hold and Mason’s cock pushed into me, this thick cock filling me completely. I hear a needy moaning fills the room; it takes a second for me to realize it is me. I hear Mason exclaim, “Oh god he is tight!” and then Sebastian, “Fuck him bro, fuck him hard.” I felt Mason’s cock slide out of me and I arched my back as I tried to follow it…he grabbed my waist and slammed back into me hard. My world seemed to skip as his cockhead punched my prostate, making my whole body jerk. I heard him chuckle as he pulled back and thrust into me again. My whole body shuddered and they both laughed. “I found his clit,” Mason said, pulling back slightly and then pushing forward. His thick head seemed to press down on that spot, and I began to wail with pleasure as Sebastian held me still. “You like that baby? You like daddy’s cock?” I nodded as he began to work up a rhythm, “Oh god…” I cried, “Shit…oh fuck…more!” Mason grabbed my legs and spread them wide, and he began to fuck me properly, like a real bitch. The room was filled with my mewing screams as he plowed my ass like a real man, it felt as incredible as it had when dad fucked me. My ties curled as he owned my jock cunt, using my hole like he wanted, not caring if I was liking it or not, just using me like dad had. “You like that slut?” Sebastian asked me as I drooled down my chin. I nodded, “Fuck me daddy…fuck me…” They both chuckled as Mason sped up, “Dude, he is so fucking tight…” “Lemme feel…” Mason pulled out of me and I groaned in disappointment. Sebastian pulled me up under my arms and Mason moved me and lined my ass up with the other man’s cock. Sebastian let go and I slid down his length, my head slammed back as I felt his cock stretch me even fuller! Holy fuck he was so big! “Oh, daddy!” I cried as I felt my ass walls get pried open by his horse cock, “You’re too big!” I whined but I was lying. His cock…it felt like dad’s, huge, thick, filling me up completely. As I slid down his length I leaned back and kissed him, loving the feeling of him bitching me out. I rode his cock slowly, loving the way it split me open as I pushed down on him. I felt my back arch as I desperately tried to force more of him in me, I strained as I pulled myself off it, scratching my hungry clit with each motion…driving myself crazy. “That’s it,” he said, “Ride daddy’s cock…be a good boy and fuck yourself.” His words burned into my brain as I steadied myself on either side of him as I slammed myself down on his fucking elephant dick. I was lost in my lust, in my delirium I was riding my dad’s cock again, it wasn’t Sebastian’s hands pulling me down by my waist, it was my dad. It wasn’t some strange cop I met in a gym I was begging to fuck me harder, it was my dad and it wasn’t two relative strangers that were fucking me… It was my daddy. As he held me steady, I raised my arms over my head, flexing and moaning for my new daddies, relishing being the slut they are making me. Mason’s hands roam over my body, grasping my aching cock as I fuck myself, I moan shamelessly as he watches me melt, “That’s it, baby boy, fuck yourself…harder…faster…” “Yes, daddy!” I cry, “More…more!” Mason looks at Sebastian and grins before he pushed me back onto the other man’s chest and lines his cock up to his boy’s hole… “Wha…daddy?” I ask as I feel my hole stretch again as he presses his cock into me next to Sebastian! I groaned as I felt my little jock hole shudder as the second cock entered me, Sebastian held me down as Mason forced his cock into me. The pain was indescribable but seeing this muscled man leering down at me, the look of domination on his face all I could see was my dad’s face when he fucked me. How I begged him to stop at the time, but he ignored me, shoving the cock that made me into my ass…and how I had loved it. “DADDY!” I screamed as his head popped past my ring of muscle and began to slide next to Sebastian’s… “Oh, fuck dude your cock feels amazing next to mine!” one of them said. “You like that slut? You like your daddy’s cocks?” The cocks had forced my ass walls apart, pressing down on my cunt button instead of just teasing it. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body the pain became a part of the ecstasy and I shuddered around their dicks and nodded, “Oh daddy…so full!” I felt Mason press his entire length into me until his pubes were grinding against my ass…they were both in me fully, they stood still as my cunt spasmed around their cocks, I whimpered and moaned as my mind tried to comprehend how much cock was in me. “Is our baby boy happy?” Sebastian? Mason? One of my daddies asked, “Does our little slut want to be fucked?” I said nothing, my mind on fire… Mason leaned down, “You want to be our boy? Be our boyslut and let us fuck you?” My vision was blurred as I looked up at him, tears of joy rolling down my cheek as I nodded, “Yes…please fuck me daddy!” He smiled, “Anything for my boy…” He slid his cock back and my back arched as I sobbed, feeling my guts move with his cock before he slammed it back. I saw flashes of light behind my eyes as those cocks impacted in me, he slowly pulled out again, drawing a needy mewling cry out of me before punching me with his cock again. One thrust after another and my head fell to the side, no longer able to hold myself up…he began to fuck me harder and I just jerked, a rag doll for them to use as Sebastian began to thrust up. Then their cocks passed my jock clit I would shudder and let out an unintelligible moan as all I knew was white hot joy from being their hole. “Fucking jock slut!” Mason growled, fucking me harder, “Think we didn’t see you? Tight shorts, ripped shirts, walking this tight ass around the gym…begging someone to fuck you? God damned cock tease…” A weak, “Sorry daddy…” fell out of my mouth as drool pooled on my shoulder as my smooth, muscled body was moved and molested in any which way by them. I was no longer a person, I was their sex doll…their cocks sending images of my dad as he fucked me through my brain… I had never been so happy. “Fuck I am going to pop,” Sebastian moaned. Mason sped his fucks up, “Breed him, dude, let’s get our little boyslut pregnant!” His face loomed over mine, “You want your daddies to cum in you?” “Please daddy…more…” I slurred, no longer sure of where I was, all I knew was cock. “You’re gonna be our boy…” one of them said as their thrusts became frantic, “you will be our little slut…” As their cocks rubbed my clit, I felt my cock begin to throb and I moaned and thrash, my balls began to tingle as I began to make needy and desperate sounds, begging my daddies to make me cum without words. We were no longer human, no thought passed through our brains, we were animals, three savage beasts breeding mindlessly. One of them groaned and I felt a warmth in my jock pussy and my cock exploded… Hot cum rained over my chest and abs like a baptism…as my mouth opened in a silent scream I was reborn…no longer Baxter White, lacrosse jock, bodybuilder, alpha teen…I was my daddy’s boyslut, a willing hole to be fucked and loved and used… For as long as they would fuck me. Two Weeks Later… The three of us were covered in sweat as we stumbled towards the locker room. We had gone hard on back and lats and the burn felt amazing. We were full of bravado and energy as we began to strip off our sweaty clothes, grabbing a towel from our lockers. “I gotta take a piss,” I told them, “I’ll meet you in there.” Mason nodded, “Don’t dawdle.” I shook my head and walked over to the urinal. As I was pissing one of the cops walked by, “Looking good out there boy.” I smiled, “Thanks sir, I’m trying.” “When do you join the academy?” “Right after graduation, I got a scholarship for criminology.” “Sweet, you’re gonna make a good cop.” I blushed as I flushed, “Thanks sir, I hope so.” I washed my hands and walked out into the locker room, walking over to the steam room. I opened the door and walked in, the darkened room was filled with steam and I couldn’t see anything.” “Daddy?” I called out and I heard a chuckle, “Lose the towel slut.” I dropped the towel and stood there naked waiting… A strange voice said, “Come sit on daddy’s lap…” I smiled and followed it as hands roamed my body as I walked over to the stranger…no, as I walked over to my new daddy for the day. Time to get fucked.

Chapter 5 I get cleaned up, throw on shorts and t-shirt and take a couple hours to catch up on the world. I check in at work but things are pretty slow and my assistant asks me how things are going with the new renter. I tell her it’s been great though I haven’t seen much of Tom in the last couple of days due to his busy schedule. I hang up, jot down a list of stuff I need to get at the grocery store and then check my personal email. Shit, I’ve not looked since Friday, and the email box is pretty full. Most everything is junk but there is one from the company I ordered stuff for the play space saying I should expect a delivery on either Wednesday or Thursday and that the drivers will assemble and install. Glancing through, it looks like the fuck bench and St. Andrews cross are the delivery. I made a mental note to see if Tom is going to be around. As I head out the door my phone rings and it’s sure enough it’s the delivery guy, Jamie introduces himself saying they have a couple of large special-order items to deliver tomorrow morning. I explained I’d taken a couple days off and had just seen the email from Friday and I’ll need to get back to them as I’ll need to arrange something. Then Jamie says they made great time and are about an hour and a half out of town and could deliver later this afternoon if that worked better. I tell Jamie that it would be fantastic if it wasn’t asking too much. He dismisses that and says it would help them get home a day early, so they’d be more than happy to do so. He says they can be here around 3:30 if that works. Glancing at the clock, I say I really appreciate him being able to accommodate my schedule. I rush to the store, getting back just as the truck is pulling up. Jamie and his assistant are stepping out of the truck as I walk up. Jamie introduces himself and Trevor and apologizes for not being in uniform as they weren’t planning on doing this today. Well, these two guys are as hot as fuck. Both are in deep cut white muscle tanks tops, cargo shorts and boots. They are both burley muscle studs. Jamie’s deeply tanned, covered in ink, has a hairy chest, a two-day shadow of a beard, and is clearly packing a massive cock if the bulge in his pants is an accurate indicator. Trevor has dirty red hair, is clean cut but definitely spends a lot of time in the gym. He’s got a broad chest, massive shoulders, arms and legs. His hairless chest is amazing and is clearly pierced in both nibbles that strain the shirt. His only ink is a biohazard symbol with a sun bursting around it on his bulging left deltoid muscle. Trevor’s cargo shorts are tight, showing off his tapered waist, sculptured ass and, while not Jamie’s straining bulge, appears to be blessed in the crotch as well. Jamie asks me to show him where the stuff is going, so I escort him through the house out across the pool deck to the casita. Clearly impressed, he comments on what a great setting it is, how refreshing the pool looks and as I open the door at the top of the stairs just grins saying what an amazing space this is going to be. I show him where the back drive is to make delivery easier and as Jamie backs down the drive. As he is getting out of the truck, Tom pulls up in his Charger. Sexy as hell, Tom emerges from his car, bare chested with his shirt hanging from his back pocket. As I introduce Tom and tell him about the delivery there is no question, Jamie and Trevor are checking him out. As they are talking, you can just see Tom sizing the guys up and from the look in his eyes, he’s already formulating a plan. Tom offers to help and says he’ll be right back after he pees. Trevor is definitely checking out Tom’s ass as Tom heads inside. I tell the guys I need to get my groceries out of the car as Tom remerges from inside. Grabbing a small box, Tom leads the guy’s upstairs, each one carrying a long box on their shoulders. Tom apologizes for the temperature but explains we just finished renovating the space and the thermostat isn’t working and it doesn’t seem to cool below 80 degrees. Jamie says, its not a problem and they are more than used to working in warm temperatures. After 5-6 trips the guys are all sweating heavily and Jamie asks Tom if they can lose the shirts due to the heat. Tom, pleased they didn’t catch his ruse on the thermostat, grins and tells them to make themselves comfortable. It takes just a few minutes for Trevor and Jamie to assemble the cross. Tom shows them wear to attach it to the wall and offers to get the guys some beer, telling them he’ll be right back. When Tom returns, they have unboxed all the components for the fuck bench and hands both an ice-cold beer from the case he brought with him. Trevor and Jamie down them quickly, clearly thirsty and Tom hands them another. Jamie asks if he and I are a couple and Tom explains, more friends with benefits and he’s living in the casita. Jamie comments on what a great space it is, and Tom explains the plans for the room. Jamie tells Tom two-thirds of the time they are delivering equipment to straight couples so this is a great trip working for a couple of hot guys and really compliments Tom on the space and sees his vision. Tom looks at Trevor and compliments him on the tattoo and says, looks like they have something in common and asks if he’s on meds. Trevor says, fuck no man, I’ve been poz for 3 years now, and not about to let lethal drugs into the body he’s worked so hard developing. Plus, he feels better than ever and seems to just be as horny as fuck all the time. Tom looks at Jamie and asks what about him. Jamie says that he and Trevor started working together about a year ago and, who could turn Trevor’s body down. Jamie says, he got the fuck flu about six months ago and hasn’t decided what to do yet but the doctor is telling him he needs to get treated as his viral load is off the charts. I walk in the room as Tom asks the guys if maybe they’d like to stay a while and demonstrate how to properly use the equipment. Tom shares that he’s trying to convert me and would love to wreck my hole as all three of them blast my hole with their toxic seed. Tom hands both another beer to replenish their now empty ones. Jamie guzzles down the third beer and says, hell yes, let’s get this thing assembled and bolted down. I guess this means I’ll be taking cock this afternoon. Not that I’m complaining but shit Tom didn’t even ask. Getting over myself, I glance at the three of them. Trevor’s build is exactly what I imagined, smooth, massive pecs, broad chest and biceps the size of my ankles. You could bounce a quarter off his solid, rare, 8 pack abs with just the hint of a treasure tail trailing into his shorts. His nipple rings are a heavy gauge and are barbells with spiked ends. His legs are impressive and with his taper and trim waisted, its easy to see he has to be packing an impressive cock. Jamie on the other hand is a classic muscle bear. He has a nice amount of body hair, a well-defined chest and solid abs though not as well defined as Trevor. His arms, biceps and shoulders are solid and show off his tattoos nicely. He has an intricate tribal type vining pattern that covers half his chest, flowing down the left side of his torso and then curling into a broad circle around his naval that then disappears into his shorts along his heavy treasure trail. Nestled in the center near his naval is a scorpion with an arched tail ready to spike its victim. Both arms are full sleeves of geometric totem shapes that play well with the rest. Jamie is clearly packing a massive cock as his bulge is huge, and you can see the thick outline of his penis down his left leg. Damn, these guys are hot and my cock is aching trying to get hard in its cage. They finish putting the fuck bench together and are attaching a series of straps and buckles. Jamie asks if I want it bolted to the floor since there is plenty room where we’ve placed it near a corner. I tell him, yes, that is the plan as Tom points out an anchor spot. I point out how the St. Andrews cross is on the opposite angle and then tell him about the heavy-duty fuck bed and attached sling I ordered from his company and where they will go. As the guys are cleaning up the debris, Tom tells me to put on the black leather jock strap he got me that is laying on the counter in the casita. He offers the guys another beer. While I’m out of the room, I can hear him telling Jamie and Trevor this is going to be one of my first bondage experiences and not to pay attention to my useless caged cock. Jamie says his bladder is full and he needs to pee to which Trevor quickly agrees. As I come back into the room, Tom is stepping out of his shorts and telling the others to do the same. Tom tells me to show the boys the wet area and they both have full bladders that I need to attend to. As Jamie drops his cargo shorts, he displays an enormous cock that is easily 10 inches, and his balls are the size of small lemons. Trevor, not wanting to be the odd man out, steps out of his shorts and while he’s maybe 6.5 inches, his girth is that of a beer can. I drop to my knees in the wet area and Trevor, no longer able to hold it steps up and tells me to take his cock in my mouth. I struggle to get more than the tip in when he starts to flood my mouth with his piss. I swallow as fast as I can and find my mouth almost bursting from the amount to urine but I manage to take most of it down my gullet. Jamie tells Trevor to get out of the way and tells me to go down on him. While his cock is long, its only slightly wider than average and I’m able to take at least 5 inches of his cock as he starts to pee. The force of his deluge is crazy, and I can’t keep up. My cheeks puff up and I’m forced to let his piss flow down my chest and spill to the floor. Tom is now standing beside me and unleashes his own stream onto my face adding to the waterfall. I’m in pig heaven. As his stream slows, Jamie shoves his cock back into my throat as I accommodate him once again. Jamie’s cock is starting to get hard and he slides it deeper into my throat shoving down as far as he can before I gag. He grabs the back of my head and guides his cock back in and manages to get most if down my throat as he starts skull fucking me. I’m managing to get some air through my nose as he pulls slightly out and we keep this up for a few minutes until I start gagging again. Tom grabs the shower hose and sprays me off with cold water causing me to yelp, telling me he hadn’t given me permission to blow anyone. He throws me a towel to dry off and grabs something from a shelf as he walks back over. Pulling me forceable into his chest, he slaps a thick padded leather collar around my neck. Dragging me by the collar he says we are going to tie you to your new fuck bench. You are going to take so much cock tonight that your hole is going to be a fucking mess. You’ll get bred so frequently you’ll be knocked up for sure and no one wants your opinion on the matter. Tom has gone into the hot alpha mode I fucking crave and he looks at Jamie and Trevor and says for them to get me mounted to the bench. Trevor and Jamie are methodically strapping me down both hard as a rock. My ass is slightly raised, and I’m face down with legs spread, cuffed in a kneeling position. My torso is pinned to the board, strapped in multiple places and my arms are spread, elbows resting on two opposite pads effectively having me on my hands and knees with ass pushed high enough for easy fucking. My forearms are cuffed in place. They remove the head rest and install a bar with a large metal ring that opens and clamps around my neck. The device will keep my head in place and with the collar Tom put on earlier, serving as padding, my head is locked in position for easy face fucking. While they are strapping me down, I hear Tom making calls telling multiple guys to come over as the cum dump is ready to be railed. Tom comes over to me, leans down and whispers he’s invited the Cuban guys back, Ivan, Craig. Oh, he hopes I don’t mind be, well he’s also invited, the couple from last night who are paying him two grand each to be part of this. They are both recently pozzed and have viral loads over a million each. They so want a chance to knock someone up before they start their meds. I’m completely at Tom’s mercy but so fucking turned on I agree immediately. Tom tells me the rest of the guys will be here in about a half hour. He’s going to take Jamie and Trevor out to pool as he’d ordered a pizza from Craig who should be here any minute. The poor guys are starved since they haven’t eaten all day and I thought I’d let them cool off in the pool since they have been sweating like pigs with the ac off. I start to complain, but Tom says not to disappoint him, this is going to be an epic fuck. And just so you are in the right frame of mind, he throws a blindfold on me and puts gag in my mouth that he’s soaked the ends of in poppers so when I take a deep breath, I’m getting a good rush. Oh, my fucking god this is so amazing. I hear the guys exiting when Tom says, oh I called your assistant and told her when I got home you were sick as a dog throwing up and had taken you to urgent care where they gave you something for the nausea that knocked you out. I told her you will probably be back to work on Thursday and you will call her in the morning. Shit, what have I gotten myself into? But, Tom’s right this is going to be one intense epic evening. If I’m not knocked up already, I’m definitely going to be by tomorrow.

Didn’t feel the sex club vibe tonight, am in hotel by Yumbo so just went back to hotel room, logged in and changed my bio to read in room door open lights off ass up. I never send my face pics and never ask for any as I don’t care what they look like. Within minutes got a buzz from a total blank profile - just the green dot. Message was what room so told him and waited. 5 minutes ish and the door creaked, then footsteps, a finger touched my hole to check for lube then suddenly a massive cock was pushed in balls deep. it was a ruff and urgent fuck. it didn’t take long for me to feel the pre spurt swell of the cock, I tightened my inner ring which was met with the word “slut”. It made him cum I count 9 throbs of his cock. His Spanish voice said “ a present fromGran Canaria” and he left. no idea who he was n don’t really care but it felt good!

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.

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

So, Birmingham wasn’t as productive as it has been previously but here’s the tally: Fuck 1 / loads 1 & 2 - young black guy I’ve met before. He’s as skinny as a rake and his cock looks out of proportion on him it’s that big but he’s a good fuck and he always breeds deep. I like him, he has this gangster look about him but then he wears these nerdy Harry Potter style glasses which look cute and he’s really nice when you chat to him. Fuck 2 / load 3 - “straight” black guy. Wanted it anon and only wanted to fuck, nothing else. Hung again and absolutely tore my hole apart with a really brutal fuck but he made no sound when he came. Fuck 4 (no load) - Scottish guy in his mid 50’s. Sexy daddy who really looks after himself and who again was hung. He fucked for about half an hour and he fucked hard. He finally stopped and said he wouldn’t cum and that he only normally shoots his load 3/4 times A YEAR!!!! My balls would be on the floor after month 1! Fuck 5 / load 4 - another young black lad. Not massive but with a lovely curve and he knew how to use it. We were joined by someone who wanted to watch but he was very odd, didn’t get his knob out or anything and was beyond nervous. Fuck 6 / loads 5 & 6 - British guy, mid 50’s. I’ve met him before. Always good for a couple of loads and he didn’t disappoint. Fuck 7 / load 7 - black guy I’ve met before. Dick is ok but not massive. We struggled due to the height difference but we got there and I got his load. So not bad but much lower than previous tallies when I’ve stayed in Birmingham.

Nope, I don’t ever ask status. I rarely am asked mine either. In fact, if a guy is carrying a charged load I am 100% more interested in riding him bareback.

PART 3 In one gulp, I drank in all I could. His slender shoulders and pale torso, with big brown nipples atop slightly defined pecs, all wet and glowing from the shower. His flat stomach bisected below his belly button by a treasure trail of dark hair that expanded out into to a dense patch of short pubes. His big meaty cock, hanging between his legs, uncut and fleshy, ending in a pointed tip of folded up foreskin. When my eyes returned to his, Louis held my gaze, with a look of lustful hunger. Then he looked towards my waist. “I’m one too,” he said. “Huh?” He pointed at my waist. I looked down and noticed that I hadn’t pulled my shorts up all the way when he’d called out for a towel. On full display was my jockstrap’s pronouncement that its wearer is a CUM PIG. Then he pointed to the floor where he’d dropped his sweaty running clothes. Atop the vest and shorts was his underwear: a black CUM PIG jock. I put down the towel and picked up his jock, holding it to my nose and inhaling the strong scent of Louis’ sweat with the faintest hint of stale cum and piss. Staring intently at him the whole time - although noticing his cock thickening in my peripheral vision - I kept his jock pressed to my face with one hand while I pulled off my shorts and jock with the other. I tossed the shorts aside and handed him my jock. He followed my lead, holding it to his nose, inhaling deeply and then putting it on. “I don’t care about getting the floor wet now,” he said as he stepped out of the shower. “Not so well brought up after all.” He smirked and we embraced, our bodies pressed together wearing each other’s jocks. I put my mouth on his, gently licking his full pink lips before slipping my tongue in and finding his. Looking into each other’s eyes the whole time, we made out, ground our bodies together and put our hands everywhere we could. With Louis mirroring my actions, I ran mine all over his wet back and then held the firm globes of his butt before gently beginning to explore his crack with my finger. We unlocked our mouths and both gasped slightly as we found the edge of each other’s holes. “Fuck! You are so fucking hot Louis. I want all of you all the time.” “I feel the same about you Andy,”, he moaned, letting out a breathy groan. I noticed for the first time that his breath smelled very minty. “Such a sexy boy and such fresh breath,”, I said with a wink. “Oh yeah. I … er … used your toothbrush. I hope you don’t mind.” “But you don’t know where it’s been.” I winked again. “I can hazard a pretty good guess.” He winked back and pushed his finger inside me.

It finally happened. This ass is no longer a virgin. Some of you may remember this was supposed to happen a couple weeks ago, but the guy thought my mouth felt too good and came quickly during what I thought was foreplay. I've been bugging him since then to come and finish the job, but he was reluctant. I suspect he's partnered. Regardless, he hooked me up with a friend of his. He is 54, 6-something tall and said he weighed about 260 llbs. He is more than twice my weight! Just a beautiful, hairy man, with a nice belly. Ok, I'll stop. It was clear he had one thing on my mind. Just moments after he got fully hard in my mouth, he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me on the bed. I was shaking, pretty nervous. Anyway, this isn't a blog, he ate my ass for quite a while, fucked me doggy, then pushed me flat on my stomach and fucked me prone. A couple minutes later he warned me that he was going to cum. He gave me about three seconds to tell him to pull out. I didn't, and he bred me screaming to a god he doesn't believe in. Fuck it was amazing. I woke him up with a blowjob swallow this morning in appreciation.

not my story, I just made it better Two for One Pozzing Met this guy at a bar in Chicago Boy's Town and ended up back at his place. We were mid-hookup, me deep inside him with my poz cock, he never asked for a condom or status, when his roommate walked in. He didn’t flinch—just laughed and said, “Get it,” then plopped down on the couch like it was nothing. I rode my prize twink for about 20 more minutes depositing 2 tainted loads of prized A-1 high viral loaded cum into his eager ass. I was done for the moment. I laid there on the oversized ottoman with my 9inch cock still half hard dangling tween my legs. After a moment, I hit the bathroom for a quick rinse. When I came out, the roommate was still on the couch and said, “Sounded and looked like you guys had fun.” I smirked and said, “We did.” A minute later, my guy came out of his room in just a towel, kissed me in front of him, then said, “I’m gonna shower—feel free to head out.” He sounded like he was dismissing me. Any lingering guilt of pozzing the boy went out the window. As soon as the water turned on, the roommate stood up, grabbed me through my towel, and kissed me. I was hard instantly. He pulled me into his room. He bent over the bed without saying a word, just looked back at me with this cocky little grin. I let the towel drop, walked up behind him, and slid my dirty rigid rod right in—still worked up from round one. He let out this low moan and pushed back against me, greedy for it. It was raw, fast, and filthy—exactly the kind of unexpected moment that makes your whole night. If he only knew how filthy it was really. I kept one hand on his lower back, the other gripping his hip as I drove into him, both of us trying to stay quiet but totally failing. I could still hear the shower running down the hall, which only made it hotter—knowing we were racing the clock. I finished deep inside him, breathing heavy against his back. He looked over his shoulder and said, “This’ll be our little secret,” like he’d done it before. “Oh, you have no idea” I flashed back with a wink. I heard the shower turn off, scrambled to grab my clothes, and slipped out just as my guy came out of the bathroom. Didn’t say a word—just smiled and left. Honestly? Best night I’ve had in a long time. Joey I like hot phone chat, you can find me on Tele, Teams or here. will cam I am a bottom slut

Very hot story! I kinda like a little romance with my sleaze 😉 thanks @Talurim!!

If a bottom asks me to pull out, I will happily honor his request provided he understands that my "pull out game" is like a lot of straight men fucking a woman... it doesn't always go according to plan.🤔

Great information. I have a 7” plug that I have used for years. It’s not necessary to go that big right away. Start slow and work up to it. Poppers also help. As I type this now I have a plug in me. I will walk the dog, get the car washed and mow the lawn all with the plug in me. Not only will you be training your pussy but it feels good too.

Exactly. You take raw cock you better be taking the raw nut

Cum should always go dep in the hole

Hell yes !

I lost my virginity bareback when I was 13 with my best friend who was 14 in a patch of long grasses at our school at the beginning of our summer holiday. He had been playing with my hole since I was 8 and has slipped his penis in but this was the first time he fucked me properly and shot a load in my hole

Dave is definitely a keeper! Being his boyfriend would be awesome!

Dave is definitely the perfect boyfriend - hot, poz and sleazy! 😈💦☣️

Getting Pozzed by Sam, Part 3 I didn't shower when I got home just so I could keep smelling the sweat and cum from the party. My cock was still sticky from the poz cum that was inside Michael's ass when I fucked him. I was so horny that I decided to jerk off, rubbing that toxic seed into my shaft until I shot my load all over my stomach. The next day, I got a text from Sam. "I'm going back on meds at the end of next month, so if you want me to get you pregnant we'd better get started right away." Reading the text made my cock hard again. I didn't need any more convincing. I wanted to be part of the brotherhood of poz men. I didn't want to mess around with condoms, or worry about getting infected anymore. I wanted to be sexually free like Sam. A week later Sam picked me up and we drove to Sean's house. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. "It's really true, isn't it? I'm gonna be pozzed today, right?," I said to him excitedly. Sam grinned and squeezed my thigh. "Fuck yeah, it's gonna happen. You'll have toxic loads up your ass before you leave that house today. And I've got something in mind to make sure you convert." When we pulled into Sean's driveway, there were already a couple of cars parked outside. Sean, Michael, Pete and Ricky were relaxing in the living room, smoking joints and drinking beer. "Look who's here, guys," shouted Ricky. "A negative hole just ready for breeding." Before I knew it, five guys were on their feet surrounding me. Their hands groped every part of me, unbuttoning my shirt and jeans, tweaking my nipples and jerking my cock. I felt a lubed finger probing my ass. They hustled me into the bedroom and put me in the sling, strapping my feet into the leather loops high above my head. Sam massaged my ass, slipping two fingers inside, then three. "Here's what I meant before about making sure you're gonna convert today," Sam said, pulling an object out of the dresser drawer. "This might hurt a little bit, but it'll be worth it," he smiled. I felt a hard, bristly object penetrate my ass. Sam moved it in and out, scraping the inside of my anus raw. "Fuck, that hurts!" I protested. Sam ignored me, rubbing the bristles harder against the sides of my hole. After a few minutes he pulled the object out, grinned and held it up for me to see. It was a toothbrush, and I could see my blood on it. "Now you're ready, Rob," he said, slapping his cock against my sore asshole. "My poz babies will be swimming inside you in no time." Sam plunged his dick deep into me. The other guys stood around us, shouting encouragement as Sam began fucking me. My cock was rock-hard and dripping pre-cum from the excitement. Sam wrapped his sweaty hand around my dick and jacked it hard as he pounded my ass. I could feel my orgasm approaching as Sam's cock banged against my prostate. I wanted to hold off so that we could shoot our loads together, but I didn't need to worry about that. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he shouted, ramming his cock in and out faster and faster. That triggered me. As Sam sprayed his toxic seed into my bloody hole, my own cock erupted. We both groaned as he lunged forward, his chest sliding into the pool of cum I had just deposited all over my stomach. When we kissed I could feel my hole tightening around his cock, milking every drop out of him. Sam eased his dick out of my ass and offered it to me. It tasted of cum and blood and lube. I licked it and sucked it until I felt another hard cock entering my bloody anus. It was Sean, and he was so turned on that he shot his poz load into me after just a few thrusts. Sean was followed by Ricky, Pete and Michael. My wounded hole was twitching and burning as each man forced his way into me, depositing his load of toxic seed. Just when I thought my breeding was complete, Sam returned and fucked me a second time. It took a little longer this time, but I soon felt his cock spasm deep in my hole again. Every one of my gift givers collapsed on the king-sized bed, leaving me hanging in the sling, exhausted from my breeding. I reached down and fingered my hole, feeling the seed leaking from my ass, then licking my finger clean. "Don't waste any of that precious poz cum," said Sam as he pulled a butt plug out of the drawer and shoved it inside me. "This will keep those babies safe inside you while you convert. "Happy Birthday, baby," grinned Sam, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I hung in that sling for a long time, feeling contented as the seed worked its way into my body, making me one of the tribe. I was part of the club at last. THE END

I was at the park yesterday and a Hispanic guy wanted to play. He said first that he was big like 9” and then said he came a lot. Two things I hear a lot from men that rarely rings true. He was accurate on both counts. His dick was nice and thick. He also came and left it in a little longer than normal. I asked if he had cum and he said yeah but I cum a lot and he wanted to make sure I had it all. I never noticed anything different on my car ride home but when I aborted at home it was ALOT of cum. I would never thought a little sickly looking guy could have that much in him. Very pleased.

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.

This cock belongs to a top in cologne ho fucks me at least one per week.

Nice to read that you are into painful fucks, I really prefer sluts like you. And it makes me even hornier when I can hear the screams of a sub slut.

There was this black guy that lived next door to me in this apartment complex that I moved into. He was super nice, very friendly and even helped me move in. I invited him to stay for some drinks and dinner. As we were getting to know each other at one point we started talking about sex. I told him that I’m a submissive cum dump faggot slut and into dominant black man with enormous dicks. He laughed and said what a coincidence bc I love fucking dirty little faggot whores like you. I went into the bathroom and came out looking like some dirty street whore. I dropped down to my knees pulling his pants down and started devouring his enormous cock. At one point he told me that he is poz and I should know that he’s undetectable and I shouldn’t worry. He fed me his first load and when he was ready to fuck me he put a condom on. As he was fucking me deep and hard wrecking my hole deep down inside me I was praying for that condom to break. I was moaning telling him to fuck me faster, deeper and harder to the point that the condom did break. When he told me that and moaned oh fuck I’m about to cum I told him don’t you fucking dare pull out I want your seed inside me, knock me up Daddy. He fucked me till the sun came up leaving me a hot mess. He came over the following night again and continue the welcome party. I’ve never been so turned on being used, violated and disrespected as he did. He would basically walk in and take it, throw me down, ripping my panties off, spreading my legs and forcing his fat rock hard throbbing cock deep inside me, telling me to shut the fuck up you dirty faggot slut you know you want this. He continued to verbally degrade me wrecking my hole till his seed spilled inside me.

That is the right decision for a slut whore like you. I also will only use a bareback slut and when she fucks with a lot of guys she is even more attractive to me.

Or he could be like the hecklers who sit on the sidelines downvoting posts without having the courage to contribute and subject their own views to critique. Right? 😆

I love the double pozzing scenario. It’s made me so hard. Thanks @Talurim 😈

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.

Hi, my name is Ben. I turned 18 a few months ago and I am finishing out my last year in High School. A year and half ago my mother got remarried to a nice man. He is tall, attractive and he treats my mother well. Things were going great until his son Martin (Marty) moved in. His mother kicked him. He is 23 years old and still mooching off his parents as my mother described it. My mom set some ground rule. He had a curfew, no drinking, drugging or women over. Marty chuckled when he walked about saying, there is only of those rules I intend to follow. He said, no women, as he turned to me and said, I only fuck men and winked at me. I froze, what the fuck, I shrugged it off and we headed up to our rooms. We shared a bathroom. Marty was totally annoying. He kept coming into my room and asked me where things were and about our parent's routine, if ever snuck out. He asked me a ton of questions as I rattled off the answers, he asked me if I ever sucked dick. I stuttered and said, no, fuck no. He asked me more questions. Then he returned to his room. I listened to music and thought to myself, that was totally fucked up. Let me share a little more about me, I am a bit shy and have never dated. I have always thought I was straight, that is why I jack off about! Women, and the porn I watched had women in it. I had never pictured guy sex but had no problem with guys being gay. I often wished I was one of the jocks who go all the girls in high school. I always wanted to be taller, I stood just 5’8 140 pounds, had curly blond hair and blue eyes. Marty on the other hand looked like a jock frat boy, tall at 6’2 190 pounds, cocky and confident muscled with a couple tats and liked to share that he was hung, he showed off his bulge all the time. Then next morning was Saturday and we both slept in, Marty was up first and when he was out of the shower, he walked into my room naked and still toweling off asking me where the lotion was. Fuck dude, I said. It is in the bottom drawer. He just stood there, his body all chiseled with tats and a huge dick even soft. He may be better soft than I am hard. Fuck, I thought. Wish I had a dick like that. He smiled at me and winked again when he caught me staring at it. I looked up, just as he winked at me, and I blushed and looked away. He said, show me dude. I got up and had to walk past him all naked with his town in his hand and went and opened the drawer and showed him right where they were. I handed it to him, he said, while you are here buddy why don’t you put lotion on my back. I hesitated, he opened the lotion bottle as he grabbed my hand and put the lotion on it, then he turned around. His back was totally muscled, and he had a big bubble butt. I started rub the lotion on his back and worked my way down. He said, do my entire backside bud. I always miss something when I do it. I had never touched anyone like this before and it was making me hard a little. I continued down to his legs and then finally his butt. Just as I finished, he turned around and his dick had grown, and it was right in front of me. He said, now my legs. I started to lube up his legs and I soon worked my way up to his thighs and his dick was getting hard and grow to at least ten inches. His pubic hair was clipped, and he just had a patch above his dick. I froze again. My boxers were now tented, I had never thought about another man before but here I was touching my stepbrother. He grabbed me and pulled me up. He said, how about we get you out of these clothes so you can shower. He reached down and pushed my boxers off, my seven- and half-inch dick pointed out. It was thick and uncut but nowhere near as big as Marty. He then pulled off my shirt, he told me to get in the shower and when I was finished to come into his room, and he would help me with the lotion. He turned me toward the shower, and I got in and showered up, I was still hard when I got out and I tried to put a towel around, but I was too boned. So, I held it in front of me and walked in. I was standing there in Marty’s room naked, he motioned for me to come over to him, I sheepishly walked over, as he was on his bed, still naked himself. He looked at me and said, looks like we have a stubborn one here. He grabbed the towel and moved his head to my dick, I tried to pull back, but his hand grabbed my hips and held me as he engulfed my dick. He only blew me for three minutes and I shot my load. He swallowed which I found gross at the time. He then looked up and said, now that your erection is under control let me put lotion on your back. I turned around, as he rubbed lotion all over my back, then my legs and finally my ass. He messaged it in and then spread my check as he rubbed it down my crack and then on my hole. I gasped a little as he worked his finger around my hole and then he slid a finger inside me. I tried to pull away, but he said, hold still dude as he held my hip tight. He was soon inside me fingering my hole and I moaned a little. He said, yea, I knew you would like that. He fingered me for three or four minutes and then turned me around, I was rock hard again and he sucked my dick again, after five minutes I shot my load. He said, that is enough for this morning, I will be back tonight before curfew so I can teach you more. Seems like no one has taught you about sex yet. Don’t worry, I will make sure you know everything you need to know. He winked again and I walked back through the bathroom and in my room. Wondering what the fuck happened and what else did he want to teach me. I tried to but this all out of my mind, but I found myself in jack off session with lotion rubbing my hole while I jacked my cock. I even slipped a finger inside my hole, making me shot a huge load. I was both excited and worried about Marty coming home tonight. He arrived and chatting with my parents for a long time. I even went down, they wanted Marty and I to get to know each other more and thought this weekend would be a good time for us to hang out while they were out of town. Fuck, really, of all times to leave. My mother pulled me aside and told me I was to make sure Marty stayed in line. I thought, how the hell am I going to do that. He already had total control over me. I told her I would but not very convincingly. My parents escaped to their side of the house, and I turned on the TV to watch a movie. Marty came in, saying that sounds like a good idea. Let’s watch that up in my room. I pretended that I did not hear him, he grabbed the remote turning the TV off, then my hand and lead e upstairs all the way to his room. He told me to hope up on his bed, a full size and get comfortable. He undressed in front of me and slipped on a pair of shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I for some reason was rock hard again. He crawled into bed hitting the TV remote, to the station we were watching downstairs. I was completely silent. He got comfortable, always having a part of his body touching mine. He legs at first, then his arm. He finally said, how about you get comfortable, slip off your pants, he got me a t-shirt of his and tossed it to me. Put this one. I did, that for some reason got my heart racing. I wanted to run downstairs but could not. His shit was big on me and once I put it on, he pulled off my boxer shorts. It was suddenly a short dress that smelled like him. He got up and locked the door and the bathroom door and came back to bed. I had slipped under the sheets, so did he. He said, okay little bud, have you ever kissed anyone? A guy or a girl? I said no, I have not kissed a girl. Hoping he would take the hint. I thought so he said, tonight we are going to practice kissing. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then he said do it back, I leaned in reluctantly and have him a peck on his lips. Then he came back and held my head and he started to kiss me harder and longer. I tried to his him back, he was doing most of the kissing and then his tongue went into my mouth, and I tried to pull back, but he had my head. What started out as repulsive soon turned to excitement. He sucked my tongue and kissed me making out with me then broke it off. That is a little better, he put his arm around me as we went back to watching the movie. Five minutes later he whispered, now you need to kiss me like you mean it, just like I kissed you. I moved in and kissed him on the lips, he opened his mouth a little and I slipped my tongue inside, he began to kiss me back. I broke it off after five minutes, he looked at me saying Ben you are a good learner. Not great but better. We will have you being a great kissed by the end of the night. I thought seriously, but he was serious, we made out for another couple outs till he said OKAY you are good enough. I though, good enough for what, we will do more training tomorrow. You should head to bed. Keep my shirt on no boxers. You can take them but do not wear them. I am going to have to buy you some more attractive underwear. I went back to my room, I got in bed and jacked off pretending to kiss Marty as I felt my hole and shot a huge load. I used my boxers to rub the cum off my stomach. Marty was on the phone with someone, I could not hear what he was saying other than come over when you get off work. I dozed off but woke up to what I though was party feeling my legs, then my balls, my cock and up my chest. He pinched my nipple and then leaned in and kissed me. We made out; Marty changed how he was kissing but it was still hot. The kissing went down my body and soon he was sucking my cock, licking my balls and he lifted my legs and ate my hole. I began to moan and say fuck that feels amazing. That wet tongue darting in my hole and tongue fucking me. My legs were dropped, my cock was again engulfed as a finger slide inside me I shot my load in his mouth. After he swallowed, he came back and kissed me so I could taste my cum. Then without a word he was gone, I dozed off again feeling completely satisfied. In the morning we were both in the bathroom and I just looked at him remembering how amazing the night before was when he woke me up in the morning. I later found out that the guy who came in my room was not Marty but a friend of his. For the next three nights while our parents were gone, I was serviced each night. It felt different each time, but I loved it. When my parents returned, they told us they were going on a two-week vacation in a few weeks and since we had not burnt the house down, they would not have our uncle come stay unless they needed to. The lessons continued, I soon was kissing Marty all over his body, sucking his big dick and licking his balls. Two weeks in he finally had me lick his hole while he jacked off. He seemed to really like that. He told me I do that well, he had me tongue him each night before bed. He stopped touching me otherwise except in the dark. Our parents had left and that night, he showed me how to clean out. We watched a video and then he took me into the bathroom, showed me how to do an enema. He gave me a kiss, gave me a different shit to wear and sent me off to my bedroom. I asked him why, he just winked at me. I fell slap and just like last time while my parents were gone, I was awoken and serviced, kissed and then my legs lifted. Hole fingered but this time with lubed and two fingers. Then for the first time a dick slipped inside me, fuck this hurt. A hand went over my mouth as the dick slide deeper inside me. He fucked me for five minute and then let his hand off my mouth. I had started to moan by now and ten minutes in he shot his load inside me. Instead of leaving this time he spooned me, thirst minutes later he slid inside me and fucked me for twenty more minutes and he shot his second load inside me. Then he got up, locked the bathroom door, showered then left. This happened each night, I would lick Marty’s hole, catch his load and swallow it and then get fucked in the dark. Neither of us said a work, I had realized these guys were not Marty but liked all the attention and realized I loved my ass being used. That is until the day my parents were coming home. Marty said, Ben, you are a good kid man. My buds love you, but when our parents are here it will have to be you and me, unless you are up for some daytime fun? Sure, why not, I said. Good to hear, I will let my buds know. They say you are a great fuck. I smiled at him and wanted to ask him why he had not fucked me, but I was too timid to ask. The first day time happed a few days after our parents returned. He drove me to a house in a nice neighborhood and told me the nice man would uber me home. I got out and kept looking back as I hesitantly walked up to the door. I rang the bell; Marty had driven off before a good-looking tall guy opened the door. The man smiled at me and said, you are better looking than your pics. Come in, let's get comfortable. He brought me a drink; it was my first-time having alcohol, it was sweet, and I drank it. He could tell I was nervous. We talked, when he could see the alcohol kick in, he had me stand up and he undressed me. He told me he was married but he liked young guys when his wife was away. He was rubbing my chest, then he leaned in and kissed me as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the ground. I was rock hard, he held my cock in his hand as he said, nice cock boy. Love your hairless body, I did not have any hair except above my penis. Even my balls were hairless. He pulled off his shirt and revealed an eight pack and a hairy stomach and chest. I rubbed my hand on his stomach and chest and felt his manly body. I moved my hands down to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his pants. When I unzipped his zipper, I could fee his big unit. I pushed his pants down, he was not wearing underwear, so his big dick hung semi hard. I picked it up, put it in my mouth and sucked his big dick as it grew in my mouth. He was not Marty’s length, but he was thick. I was having a hard time sucking past his head. I licked and sucked his head, he pulled out. He pulled me up and kissed me, he told me that I did better than his wife. I know you will get better with time. Sounds like he wants to see me again, is what I thought. Wow, this guy is sexy, he led me over to the sofa, his ass was so round. He sat down, I got right between his legs and licked and suck on his dick. He pushed my head down a little more every time I went down on him, and I soon had four inches inside. Then five, just when I was struggling, he let me head pull off so I could breathe and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I licked on that hole and tongued him. He just moaned and held my head so I would go deeper. I tongued his hole for five minutes, he turned around so I could get a better angle and he did not have to hold his legs up. I ate away at his hole. Between his moans he said fuck if my wife could do this, I would not need you. What I took from that is he needs me, no one has ever said that to me. I liked it and ate his hole even more. He told me to kiss him, I got up and leaned in, he turned his head to make out with me as he lubed my cock. He broke off the kiss, saying rub your dick on my hole. He put some lube on his hole and I rubbed it up and down. He pressed his ass out and on one of my fucking motioned his hole caught the head of my cock and I pressed in a little. I pulled it out and went back to fucking his crack and then he did it again. This time I pressed in further and he moaned. My cock was tingling so much, I have never felt something like this. I slide more of my cock in, and he pushed back. Soon I was all the way inside him. He moved back and forth on my cock; fuck I love this I thought. I started to fuck his hole, soon my balls tightened, and I shot my load inside him. I was still rock hard, and he just backed up on my cock more. I never went down, and I fucked him some more and ten minutes later I shot my second load inside him. I pulled out and he told me to lick his hole again. I got down and tonged and licked that hot hole tasting my very own cum inside him. He let me do this for five minutes, then he said kiss me. He turned round, we made out then he led me to the bedroom. He said, now it is my turn to feel you inside. That frightened me, he was so big fuck I could never take him. He put me up on the bed, pushing my head down into a pillow as he got behind me and ate my hole. He started to finger me with lube, and he soon had three fingers inside me. I felt him stretching me and it hurt, I just bit on the pillow. He twisted them around, then he got a brown bottom, he lifted my head and put it up to my left nostril and had me inhale, then my right. Fuck that stuff made my head spin. He leaned in and kissed me, when he broke the kiss, he said. Babe you need to keep hitting those till I tell you to stop. Got it, I nodded my head and started. He went back to fingering my hole, it felt a lot better. Soon he had four fingers inside my tight hole, he pulled them out as he said that’s good boy. Then he lined up his fat cock and pressed it against my hole and he said, hit them again babe. He slid inside with a pop; I was breathless for several seconds and then I began to panic. Fuck, that is a lot of cock. He slowly inched inside me telling me what a good boy I was, he was so proud of me. He kept reminding me to hit the poppers until he was all the way inside me. He soon had me on my side, and he was slow fucking me as I whimpered, every time I was just about to tell him it was too much, he would remind me to hit the poppers. It was like he knew I was about to give up, after twenty minutes he was able to slow fuck me with several inches of his cock and I heard him say baby, you are about to get my nut. You are so hot and doing such a good job for daddy. You want my load don’t you boy. I nodded my head, he said babe, you your words. Tell daddy you want his load. I said, Daddy, please give me your load. He picked up his pace and several minutes later as I hit the poppers again, he shot his load inside me. He did not pull out till he went soft. His dick just slipped out of me as my hole closed keeping his cum inside me. He kissed my neck and said, lets shower. We got in the shower, and he cleaned me up, with soap and his hands all over me. Then he did himself. I shampooed my hear, as I waited for him to finish, and we stepped out. He handed me a towel and I dried off, rapped the two around my waist. He quickly pulled it off as he told me naked when you are with me. I need to see that beautiful boy body. I walked around totally self-conscious as he dressed. Then he got out his phone and videotaped me. He had me bend over and spread my checks so he could see my hole. Then he wanted me with my legs up on my back spreading it. After he was satisfied, he told me to get dressed. The uber will be here soon he said. I dressed quickly, he kissed me one last time before the uber arrived. He showed me to the door and said wait on the porch babe. I twill only be a minute as he shut the door and locked it. He was right, minutes later the uber arrived. My ass had started to get sore and sitting was started to bother me a little. The Driver seemed to notice and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said, yea I am good. We made it back to the house, my parents were home, so I made some small talk with them, then headed upstairs. I got to my room and Marty came in a few minutes later. Little bro, you are such a hot little slut. That guy wants to see you Friday. I said, I don’t know. Oh bud, you got to do it. Come on, I am going to run out for a few hours but when I get back, I will need that hot mouth and tongue of yours. Hearing all about your hot sex has gotten me horny as fuck. I thought, fuck hope he does not want to fuck me too. I grabbed some pills from the medicine cabinet, Tylenol I believe. They helped a little, but I was still sore when Marty returned. I went into this bedroom and pulled off his shorts and sucked his big cock, licked his balls and ate his ass. He got hot, put his legs down and said suck the cum out of my balls you little sexy whore. I did not love him calling me a slut or a whore. I swallowed his load and headed back to my bedroom, curled up and fell asleep. In the morning I felt a lot better. I showed and rushed off to school since I overslept. In third period, I got a text from Mary. He sends the address of a local hotel and told me to go at 3 PM today to room 241. No more information but I had an idea what I was going there for. I was supper excited, anxious and nervous all wrapped into one. I finished last period, I wondered how I would clean out and if it would hurt. I opened my backpack and Marty had stopped by. How did he know my combination, did I tell him? I will figure that out later. There was a note that read: Little bro, I brough you a few things you may need for today. Your enema, lube, poppers (the brown bottle) and a jock have fun today. I went to the bathroom and cleaned out, slipped on the jock and headed to the hotel, it was a ten-minute walk from my school. When I arrived, I went up to room 241 and knocked. The man who opened the door was much older than the hot guy. He was good looking for a guy who looked older than my dad. He invited me in, once I stepped inside, he said, how about you undress while I pour us a drink. I slipped out of my clothes; the man came back with a drink for me. I sipped on it; it did not taste that great, but I sucked it down while this older man touched my little boy body. I stood there in my jock as he touched me all over, then he began to kiss my body, suck on my nipples, then kiss is way to my mouth making out with me hard as his hands slide my jock off and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was totally naked, and he was still fully dressed, he laid me on the bed and engulfed my rock yard cock, sucking my balls and cock at the same time and then he lifted my legs and at my ass. He ate me for five minutes as I moaned. The drink was kicking in, he broke away from eating my hole, dropped my legs and stood up as he started to undress. He pulled his shirt off, his chest was well belt with black and gray hair all over it. He unfasted his pants and slipped them down with his tidy whiteys and stood back up. His pubic hair was black and gray, he had huge balls, but what stood out was his huge dick. It was long like Marty and thick like the other guys. His dick was starting to grow, I got up and came over to him and held his big dick as he leaned down and kissed me. He said, I see my boy likes daddy's big dick. I said, I do daddy. I got down and started to suck his cock. It was not as thick as the married guy but still thicker than Marty. I sucked his dick; I could get six inches in my mouth. His dick slipped out of his mouth as he got some lube. I grabbed my poppers as he lubed up my hole and fingered it. It started to hurt a little, but the bottoms helped. Once I was lubed up inside, he got on the bed and lubed his big dick and told me to sit on his daddy dick. I straddled him and lowered myself. He guided me to his cock, as he said. I love watching a boy take my entire dick. I really did not think that was possible. His dick head as right on my hole. I hit the poppers three times each side as his hand held my hips and he pressed his cock inside me. He held me steady as he impaled me slowly on his big dick. He kept looking into my eyes. He had entered me six inches or so when he said. Babe, hit the popper. I did again and his again pressed on my hips as he got atoner two inches inside me. He lifted me up and then pressed me down. I hit the poppers when he told me to and twenty minutes in, he was all the way inside me. He pulled me forward and slowly fucked my hole while I moaned and whimpered into his chest. This went on for twenty more minutes and he shot his first load inside me. He leaned over to the side as he pulled his huge cock out of me and then told me to clean his dick. I sucked, licked and cleaned him up. It was hot tasting the cum on his cock. When I finished, he made me another drink, I sipped on it. It was going to my head. We talked while we both drank our drinks. I was drunk in no time, he told me that he was married, would be in town one or two days a week for the next three months and needed a boy like me. I smiled and told him I loved his big dick. I was soon, on my knees sucking on that big dick, before I knew it, he had me on my back with my legs in the air, he was inside me fucking me with long strokes for twenty more minutes before he groaned and shot his second load inside me. He slid out, saying that is just what I needed. He again had me clean his cock, then said, how about you get dressed and let yourself out, he grabbed his wallet and handed me forty dollars, this will get you home in a cab. He got in the shower, I went to get dressed, he left his walled on the dresser. I was so curious; I found his license and his name was Gary Stevens and he was 56 years old. Fuck, this guy could be my grandfather. I rushed out, downstairs I caught a taxi and had the driver drop me off a block from home and walked home with that old guy cum inside me. I make me hot, besides I had not cum yet and needed to rush upstairs and jack off. I was hoping Marty did not interrupt me. Once in the room, I locked both doors and jacked off. Marty had tried to open my door when I was about to cum, he even knocked but I did not answer and shot my load. I cleaned up and unlocked the door. Marty came in and said, you fucking locked me out. I stammered and said no, but. Marty grabbed me by the chin and said, never lock that door again. You can keep our parents out, but you can never lock me out. Understand. I said, yes, I understand. He said, good. I do not want to have to have to hurt you for not listening. I looked at him wondering if he was serious or just joking. I decided not to find out. He then barked, be in my room at 10:30 tonight. I need serviced and be ready to suck me deep you little cock hound. I laid back on my bed and smiled a little.

DC Adams Morgan with me and my big daddy cock

Gawd what I'd give to be the bottom for these hot cocks and studs! Reminds me of Palm Springs motel daze... [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/70564/motel-gangbang-daddies-breeding-hairy-butt/

I was in a different part of town running an errand when a Mexican guy hmu on Grindr. His English was limited. I asked him what he was into and he just said "sex." Based on his pics and profile I figured he was a top. I was wrong. He couldn't get my dick in his mouth quick enough. He ended up grabbing my dick and sticking it in his ass, no lube. I could tell it hurt but he wanted it. It actually turned out to be pretty romantic with lots of kissing and eye contact. Later he rode me and we both came. It was clear he had a wife and kids based on the apartment. Felt great to fuck him in the bed he shares with his wife.

I never mentioned how I became obsessed with fisting my hole. Feeling horny a day after my 14th birthday and a tonne of holiday sex I went to a gay nudist beach hoping to find someone to fuck me. I laid down my towel in front of a hot'n'hung daddy. Laying on my tummy with sunglasses on knowing I was checking him out he raised his knees and spread them apart showing of his asshole. I had never imagined or seen an asshole so stretched and puffy and I was mesmerised by the private show he was giving me. His hole was winking at me, his asslips expanding and retracting, getting puffier till they bulged out and gaped with open exposing his rosebud. That was the moment I became obsessed with having a hole like his and he showed me how. He didn't need to show me how to eat his ass when we were back at his house 20 minutes later. However he did show and guide me till I was bicep deep in his hole, punch fist and double fist punches then I fucked and wanked a load in his hole. When he wasn't guiding me we talked dirty. I was into it as much as he was and he knew that I wanted my hole to be as wrecked as his. After we chilled and had a spliff fucked a load into my hole and plugged it.

On the weekend, I went on grindr, looking for a good breeding. Got bred by a couple and they even paid me $500 as a tip

As a top seems like the more they struggle on the deep ring (or outer ring if they are really tight or I’m extra horny) the more likely they are to come back for another round. I’m not a monster but am harder than just about anyone, just big enough to have good reach and fuck really deep always. 🙂 The intensity of a big cock violating your pucker is a part of what seems to make bottoming awesome. Endorphins and other lovely brain chemicals. That’s gotta be fairly universal.

Part 1 - True Story - Written by “Cole” in the POV of Nico. “Took your sweet time.” I said as I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me. My gaze flicks over Cole—assessing. “Moses home?” I don’t wait for an answer. Just brush past him like I belong here—because, honestly, I do. This house has been a second home for years. Don’t even know why I knocked. “No, he’s not.” Cole’s voice is tight, annoyed. “And you’re gonna get me in trouble. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.” I scoff. “Relax, tiny. It’s just me.” Cole—Moses’ kid brother, always trailing after us, always trying to keep up. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny little thing with skinned knees and too much to prove. I drop onto the couch like I own the place, stretching my arms over the backrest. “Happy late birthday, by the way. The big one-eight.” I smirk, eyes flicking to him. “Senior year treating you good?” Cole crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s debating whether to kick me out or let it slide. He settles on glaring. “Yeah, sure. Feels exactly the same, except now I get lectures about college and taxes.” I huff out a laugh. “Welcome to adulthood, kid. It’s all paperwork and disappointment from here.” Cole rolls his eyes, but there’s something in them—maybe amusement, maybe irritation. “You’re not exactly a role model, Nico.” I smirk. “Never claimed to be.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What, you got big plans or something? College? World domination?” “Don’t know,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Just trying to get through the year.” I nod, because yeah, that’s fair. High school’s a whole mess of bullshit, and Cole’s always been the type to overthink things. “You’ll figure it out.” He scoffs. “Wow. So wise. Truly, I am blessed by your insight.” “Hey, you’re the one who said I’m not a role model.” I grin, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. “Now stop whining and put on a movie or something. If I’m stuck waiting for Moses, I might as well be entertained.” Cole groans but grabs the remote anyway and begins scrolling through options. He can complain all he wants—he’s not getting rid of me that easily. I watch him, letting my eyes trace over his profile—sharp but soft in a way that stands out. He’s got that kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. Perfect complexion, all smooth angles and symmetry. Brown hair always neat, like he actually cares how he looks. Green eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and sharp at the same time. He’s Latino, but you wouldn’t know unless he told you. Not like Moses. Moses got all the Latin genes and left Cole with none. If you lined them up next to each other, no one would guess they were brothers. Moses and I, we look the way people expect men like us to look—tan skin, dark eyes, thick brows, sharp jaws. Built like we were made for violence. Like we’d fuck someone up for looking at us wrong. Cole? He’s the opposite. White-passing, preppy, clean-cut. Small-framed but just toned enough to not look skinny. He looks like he belongs in some private school wearing a sweater over his shoulders, not in this house, not anywhere near people like me or Moses. If he ever got pulled over, the cop would probably call him “son” and send him on his way. And the best part? He has no idea. No idea his big brother’s keeping me in business. No idea I sell meth. No idea Moses does it, either. I wonder if he’d look at me differently if he knew. If he’d stop pretending like I’m just some annoying family friend taking up space on his couch. He exhales sharply, still scrolling. “Jesus, there’s nothing on.” I smirk. “Maybe you’re just bad at picking.” “Maybe you can shut up.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s got bite when he wants to. But I bet he’s never needed to actually fight. Bet no one’s ever looked at him like a threat. Cole keeps scrolling, eyes flicking across the screen like he’s actually weighing his options. I’m not sure if he’s taking his time just to piss me off or if he really is this indecisive. Probably both. I stretch out, watching him frown at the TV. “Hurry up, tiny. We’ll both be dead before you pick something.” Cole exhales through his nose, then, with a flamboyant exaggeration shoves the remote into my hand. “Here. You pick, since you’re such an expert.” I smirk, settling deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Finally. You should’ve just admitted you suck at decisions five minutes ago.” I start flipping through the options, not really paying attention. I’m just killing time, waiting for Moses. Then Cole says, “I know what you do, by the way.” My thumb freezes on the remote. I don’t react right away, don’t look at him, just keep scrolling like he didn’t just drop that in my lap. “What are you talking about?” I ask, casual. Too casual. Cole leans back against the couch, arms crossed. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to stop playing dumb. “I know what you do for work.” I scoff. “I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “You sell,” he cuts in, bluntly. His green eyes don’t waver. “And Moses buys.” A slow pulse of something heavy settles in my chest. I force out a chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s a hell of a thing to accuse someone of, tiny.” Cole just shrugs. “I don’t care.” That makes me glance at him, really look at him. His expression is unreadable, but he’s serious. I let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “You don’t care?” I repeat. “You should. Normal people don’t just brush that kind of thing off.” He shrugs again. “I stopped expecting normal a long time ago.” I study him, waiting for him to flinch, to crack, to do anything that makes me think he’s just trying to get a reaction. But he doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s it like?” I frown. “What’s what like?” “That world,” he says, vague but somehow precise. “The dealing, the using. The whole thing. What does it feel like?” I roll my tongue over my teeth, considering. “Why do you wanna know?” “Just curious.” His voice is light, but there’s something underneath it. Something deeper. I think about lying, brushing it off, telling him it’s nothing, but I don’t. “It feels like control,” I say finally. “Like you’ve got the whole world at your feet. And like none of it matters at the same time.” Cole nods, like that makes perfect sense to him. He exhales slowly, then looks at me again. “Can I try some?” That pulls a sharp laugh from me. “Funny.” “I’m serious.” I narrow my eyes. “Not gonna happen.” Cole doesn’t back down. “Why not?” “Because it’s not for you.” He gives me a look, one I can’t quite place. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lingers. I don’t say anything right away. I just watch him, this kid who has everything lined up for him, who has no idea what he’s asking for. “Go get drunk or something,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Find some other way to let go.” “I don’t want to drink.” His jaw tightens. “I want to feel what you feel.” That makes something inside me twitch, but I lie. “You don’t.” He holds my gaze. “You don’t know what I want.” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Not happening, Cole.” But he doesn’t drop it. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me. “You know about ‘pnp’?” I frown. “The hell is that?” “Party and play.” He watches me, waiting to see if the words land. When I don’t react, he explains. “It’s a thing in the gay scene. Hooking up while high. Mostly meth, sometimes coke or G.” Felt that twitch again, but in my cock that time. “And?” I ask, voice flat. Cole leans forward. Calm, calculated—like he’s thought about this for a while. “I’m going to college next year. I’m gonna end up smoking at some point. You might not know, but it’s popular in my hookup culture.” His lips press together for a second, then he looks me dead in the eye. “The first time I do it should be with someone I trust.” I bark out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You trust me? That’s your first mistake.” “I do.” His voice is steady. Too steady. I drag a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, Cole.” It’s not like I give a shit what people do with their dicks. Never have. Cole being gay? Old news. Everyone knows, not that it matters to me. I’ve got my girls, maybe more than one, depending on the night. But Cole… I don’t know. He’s always been different. Soft spot doesn’t even cover it. Something about him has always pulled me in, made me look twice. Made me care when I shouldn’t. And now he’s sitting here, telling me he wants this—this inside him? “Why do you even want this?” I ask. “You don’t need it.” He shrugs, looking away for the first time. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” I know that feeling. I know it too fucking well. I sigh, thinking. I should shut this down completely, tell him no again, make sure he never asks. But part of me knows he’s right. If he’s going to do it—and he is—then better with me than some random asshole at a college party. I glance at him again. His perfect skin, his neat hair, his green eyes holding something deeper, something restless. I shouldn’t even be considering it. And yet. “I’ve tried G before.” He says too casually. Another cock twitch. “Excuse me?” He stands up without another word, disappearing down the hall. A minute later, he’s back, holding a tiny glass vial between his fingers like it’s nothing. Like it’s just another thing in his neatly curated life. I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” He tosses it to me, and I catch it easily. Twisting off the cap, I dab my finger inside and press it to my tongue. A distinct sour, chemical taste—definitely GHB. I let out a slow breath, gripping the vial tighter. “Where the fuck did you get this?” Cole shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I have my ways.” I glare at him. “That’s not a fucking answer.” “Neither is ‘I’ll think about it.’” He crosses his arms. “So let’s make a trade. I get you high on G, and you get me high on meth. Seems fair.” I exhale sharply, rolling the vial between my fingers. “You don’t just have this shit, Cole. What the fuck were you planning to do with it?” He holds my gaze. “What do you think?” I don’t answer. He just told me. My cock twitches again, but followed by a strange mix of anger and jealousy pouring over me. I set the vial onto the coffee table, leaning back. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So is Moses, and you still sell to him.” That one hits harder than I want it to. My jaw tightens, but I don’t argue. Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So?” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying yes.” “But you’re not saying no.” I shoot him a look. “I’ll consider it.” Cole doesn’t gloat, doesn’t smirk. He just nods, like that’s all he needed to hear. Then, before I can stop him, he’s already moving. “Be right back.” “Cole—” But he’s gone, jogging into the kitchen. I stare at the vial sitting on the table, irritation curling in my gut. I should’ve flushed it or thrown it back in his face. But I didn’t. A minute later, Cole returns, carrying two cups. “Here.” I frown. “The fuck is this?” “Mixer.” He sets them down, unbothered. “If you won’t smoke me up, I’m taking G, and so are you” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Not how this works, tiny.” “It is now.” His eyes meet mine. Jesus Christ. He’s really doing this. Really pushing. And the worst part? I’m not sure if I want to stop him. “Fine.” Cole blinks. “Fine?” I shoot him a look. “Yeah, fine. But don’t get ahead of yourself—I’m not smoking you up.” Cole just smirks, like he knew I’d fold eventually. “But when Moses gets home, you better be in your room. Last thing I need is him seeing you fucked up.” Cole doesn’t even argue. He just nods, pleased with the arrangement so far, like this is some kind of negotiation he’s winning. We sit there for a while, neither of us talking. Then Cole shifts slightly, turning his gaze to me. “Well? You’re the dealer. You need to measure it out.” I scoff. “Bossy little shit.” But I don’t argue. G’s not something you eyeball unless you’ve got a death wish. I glance at Cole. “You know how easy it is to overdose on this shit?” He nods, watching as I grab my phone and open the calculator, doing quick math. “Yeah. That’s why I trust you.” I pause for half a second. Then shake it off and get to work. I unscrew the cap, tipping out a careful dose, measuring with the precision that comes from experience. Cole watches intently, eyes sharp, absorbing every movement. Like he wants to learn. Like he wants to know exactly how this world works. I don’t know if that should worry me. Actually, I do. But I’m doing it anyway. I measure out just under a full dose for Cole—enough to feel it, not enough to fuck him up completely. He won’t notice the difference. Then I pour double into my own cup. If one of us is going under, it’s going to be me, not him. Cole doesn’t question it as I hand him his drink. He takes the cup, fingers brushing mine for half a second before he leans back against the couch. He doesn’t drink it yet, just swirls the liquid like he’s testing it. “You sure about this?” I ask, watching him. He lifts a brow. “Are you?” I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my cup. He does the same. We clink them together, and then I throw mine back. Cole hesitates for half a second before following suit. I watch him, as he downs the G, licking his lips after like it’s nothing, like this is just another night. Like we do this all the time. Silence settles between us again, heavier this time. We both know what comes next. Cole leans his head back against the couch, eyes flicking to me. “How long?” I stretch out, feeling the slow warmth creeping through my limbs already. “Give it fifteen.” He exhales through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. Waiting. Twenty minutes pass, and the G is in full force. My body feels loose, warm, like I’m sinking into the couch but floating at the same time. Everything is just good—my muscles relaxed, my mind foggy but not gone. My cock no longer twitching, but harder as fuck. The TV is playing something, but I’m not paying attention. G always makes me wanna smoke, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach into my pocket, to take the edge off the pleasure creeping under my skin. I swallow it down, exhaling through my nose, still not sure how I feel about letting Cole go that far. Instead, I look at Cole, getting lost in watching him. He’s close enough now that I can smell the faint hint of his cologne under the warmth of his skin. He’s always been pretty, but right now, he’s something else entirely. The worst part? I can’t look away. Cole turns his head, catching me in the act. Damn. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s studying me. Then, with a slow smirk, he murmurs, “Feel good yet?” The G kicks in harder, spreading through my veins like liquid gold, making my skin buzz, making everything feel too good, too much. And Cole—Cole’s right there, watching me, soaking it all in. I exhale through my nose, smirking back. “You tell me.” His eyes flick down—over my chest, my arms, the way my fingers twitch against the couch. Then he licks his lips and lets out a soft, lazy chuckle. “You’ve been staring for a while.” Fuck, I need to look away. But I don’t. “Maybe I like what I see.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s the G talking, loosening my tongue along with everything else. Maybe it’s something else. But Cole doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get flustered. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me the same way I was just studying him. Then, like he’s making some kind of silent decision, he smirks back. “Yeah,” he says, voice smooth and slow. “I think you do.” This makes my cock throb harder than it ever has in the past. Blinking hard like I can shake the moment off. “Shit—” I rub a hand over my forehead. “Didn’t mean to say that.” Cole raises a brow, still smirking. “Yeah?” I exhale sharply. “Blame it on the G.” I wave a lazy hand between us, trying to smooth over whatever that was. It was the high, that’s all. Didn’t mean anything. Right? Cole just watches me, head tilted, like he doesn’t quite believe me. And maybe I don’t believe myself, either. I need to shift the energy. Fast. So, before I can second-guess it, I let out, “Fuck it. Let’s smoke.” Cole straightens slightly, interest sparking in his hazy green eyes. “Yeah?” I nod, already reaching into my pocket, fingers brushing the familiar weight of glass and baggie. “Yeah. But listen up first.” I try to sit up, but the G still has me melting into the couch, body slow, thoughts even slower. Still, I do my best. “This shit isn’t a game.” My voice comes out heavier than I intend, slurred around the edges but still firm. “You do it once, you’ll wanna do it again. Maybe not right away, but it’ll be in the back of your head. And when it’s in your head, it stays there.” Cole just nods, like he’s absorbing every word. I let out a slow breath, pushing past the warmth of the G curling in my gut. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pipe and a bag of crystal. “First rule,” I say, shaking the bag slightly, watching the tiny shards catch the dim light. “You don’t call it meth. That’s a dirty word.” Cole raises a brow but doesn’t argue. “Crystal is fine. Or Tina. But mostly just T.” He nods again. “T.” I tap out a small amount, carefully loading the bowl, hands steady from muscle memory alone. The whole time, I can feel Cole’s eyes on me, watching, absorbing, taking in every little movement like he wants to learn it all. And maybe it’s just the drugs, but swear to god, he’s getting more attractive by the minute. I push that thought away, focus on what’s in front of me. The packed pipe. I glance up at Cole, meeting his gaze. “Last chance to back out.” Cole shakes his head, slow but deliberate. “I’m not backing out.” His voice is steady, not a hint of hesitation. He knows what he’s doing. Or at least, he thinks he does. “Alright,” I mutter, reaching for my backpack. I unzip the side pocket and pull out my torch, flicking the cap open with my thumb. The blue flame shoots to life, steady and hot. “Pay attention,” I tell him, rolling my shoulders, settling in. “You don’t just light it like a blunt. You gotta heat it slow, let it melt down before you pull. And you never hold it in—this isn’t weed. You blow it out right away.” Cole nods, eyes locked on the pipe in my hand. He looks like a kid in class, laser-focused, taking mental notes. It almost makes me laugh. Almost. I adjust my grip, rolling the pipe between my fingers, making sure the crystal is spread evenly in the bowl. Then I bring the torch up, the flame licking under the glass. The crystals start to sweat, then liquefy, pooling at the bottom before swirling into thick, white vapor. I keep the movement slow, rotating the pipe so it doesn’t burn too hot in one spot. “See that?” I glance at Cole. “That’s what you want. Not too much heat, not too little. Just enough.” He doesn’t blink. “Got it.” I smirk, then bring the mouthpiece to my lips, pulling in a deep, steady drag. The smoke fills my lungs instantly, a sharp warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t hold it—I don’t need to. I part my lips and exhale, blowing a thick cloud straight up to the ceiling. The rush hits fast, that familiar electric clarity slicing through the G’s haze. My pulse kicks up, my skin tingles, my brain sharpens like a knife. I close my eyes for half a second, letting it settle, then look back at Cole. “Your turn.” I hold out the pipe, the bowl still cloudy with vapor. “Let’s see if you were actually paying attention.” Cole takes the pipe, holding it carefully, but instead of going for the torch, he looks at me. “You light it for me.” I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the torch. There’s something about it—something I can’t put my finger on, something that feels… personal. Too personal. Anyone who knows this shit knows it’s an unspoken thing, a quiet kind of intimacy. And suddenly, I remember what Cole said before—about pnp, about the way fags do it. And I gotta admit—they got that part right. It’s hot. In a way that makes no damn sense. A slow burn, a flicker of heat curling low in my stomach. A weird kind of trust. I don’t get it, not really, but I feel it. And yet, I do it anyway. “Alright,” I murmur, voice lower than I meant for it to be. I tilt the pipe in his hand, angling the bowl just right. “I’ll tell you when.” Cole nods, lips parting slightly, eyes flicking between the pipe and my face. I hold his gaze as I bring the flame to the glass, warming it slow, just like I did for myself. The crystals liquefy, then swirl into vapor, thick and milky. “Now,” Cole inhales, his green eyes locked onto mine. His lips close around the mouthpiece, cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls, the vapor disappearing into his lungs. I watch the way his throat moves, the way his eyelashes flutter for half a second before he exhales, a smooth cloud spilling past his lips. It’s a good hit. Clean and controlled. Thought it wasn’t possible for my cock to throb any harder, but I was proven wrong again. I clear my throat, shifting back slightly. “Not bad.” Cole tilts his head, exhaling the last of the smoke. “Told you I was paying attention.” I huff out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” But the warmth is still there. That weird, lingering heat in my gut. I ignore it. I take the pipe back from him, flicking the torch on again. “One more.” Cole just smirks. “Whatever you say, dealer.” An hour slips by, the minutes blurring into smoke and warmth. Every time, I light the pipe for Cole, watching as he inhales, his lips parting slightly, his eyes hooded as he exhales. He’s a fast learner—too fast. Takes to it like he was made for this. I should stop him. Should’ve stopped after the first hit. But I don’t. Eventually, I glance at my phone, noting the time. Been two hours since I first stepped through the door. I lean back into the couch, stretching, feeling the way my muscles buzz under my skin. “Moses is taking his sweet time,” I mutter. “What’s he even out doing?” Cole hums, his head tilted against the couch, gaze flicking toward me. He hesitates just a second before saying, “He’s staying at his girl’s place tonight.” I pause mid-motion, giving him a look. “What?” Cole shrugs, lazy. “Won’t be back until tomorrow.” Something clicks into place in my head. I stare at him for a long second, then let out a dry, amused scoff. “You little shit.” Cole smirks, eyes glinting. “What?” “You played me.” I shake my head, exhaling a laugh. “You knew he wasn’t coming back tonight. You set this whole thing up.” He doesn’t even bother denying it. Just shrugs again, looking way too pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.” I let out another sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.” But, lowkey? I’m impressed. Cole’s always been the quiet, follow-the-rules type. The preppy golden boy, the one who didn’t pull this kind of shit. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, he’s got more in him than I gave him credit for. I drag a hand down my face, still smirking. “So what, you planned all this just to get high with me?” Cole tilts his head, lips curling at the edges. “Would you have come if I told you the truth?” I don’t answer. Because we both already know. I lean my head back, letting the high settle deeper into my bones before glancing over at Cole. “How you feeling?” He exhales slowly, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Great.” His voice is smooth, relaxed. “Didn’t really feel the G much, though.” I raise a brow. “Yeah?” He nods. “I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t hit me like it hit you.” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. “You wanna do more?” I consider it for a second. I am feeling good—buzzing, floating, perfect—and nobody’s coming home until tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping me. I shrug. “Fuck it.” I grab the vial from the table, rolling it between my fingers before twisting the cap off. Cole watches as I measure out two doses into my own cup, then pour a single one into his. I go to hand him the cup, but he doesn’t take it right away. Instead, he looks at me, eyes sharp despite the haze. “Give me the same as you.” I hesitate. First-timers shouldn’t push it too far. That’s the rule. But I think back to how easily he took the first dose, how steady he was, how he never wavered. Some people can just handle it well. Cole’s one of them. “Alright,” I murmur, pouring the extra into his cup, matching my own. “Your call.” I watch Cole as he downs the G, licking his lips absentmindedly before setting the cup down. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers raking through the strands before letting his arm drop over the couch, closer to mine now. “You really do this all the time?” I flick my eyes to him. “What, the G?” “All of it.” He gestures vaguely. “T, G, dealing, all of it.” I smirk. “You already knew the answer before you asked.” He tilts his head slightly. “Still wanted to hear you say it.” His smirk lingers, and he leans back just a little, stretching out, mirroring the way I’m sitting now. He’s comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And he’s watching me like he’s waiting for something. I roll my tongue over my teeth, “You feeling it yet?” His smirk widens just slightly. “I think so.” Fucking cock won’t stop throbbing. I push past it, shifting forward, reaching for the pipe again. “Good. Then let’s keep it that way.” I exhale toward the ceiling, watching the cloud drift up, feeling the rush settle in my bones. Then I glance at Cole. I smirk, shaking my head, then pass him the pipe, torch still in hand. “Here.” Cole takes the pipe without hesitation, bringing it to his lips. I lean in, closer this time, and light it for him, watching as the vapor builds. “Now,” I murmur. He inhales, slow and deep, just like I showed him. The smoke disappears into his lungs, his green eyes flickering toward me as he holds the hit for half a second—long enough for me to reach for the pipe. But before I can grab it, Cole moves. His free hand shoots up, fingers tangling in the back of my hair, pulling me in, dragging my face toward his before I can even register what’s happening. Then his lips are on mine. And before I can even process that, he exhales—the hit rushing past my lips, into my lungs, filling me up, hotter than it should be. Shotgunning. An intimacy. A challenge. A fucking game. My whole body tenses, mind short-circuiting between the drugs and the heat of his mouth, his lips, the way he holds me there, fingers gripping my hair like he’s testing a boundary he already knows he’s breaking. The high kicks up, sharper, hotter, sending a pulse through my veins that makes me forget, for half a second, that I’m supposed to be in control here. I rip myself back, fast, like I’ve been burned. “The fuck was that?” My voice comes out sharp, cutting through the thick haze of smoke and G and whatever the fuck Cole thinks he’s doing. Cole leans back slightly, but he doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look surprised. If anything, he looks amused. “Relax.” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Just having fun.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “That’s not—” I exhale hard, jaw tightening, forcing my pulse to slow the fuck down. “That’s not how this works.” Cole tilts his head, watching me, that lazy smirk still tugging at his lips. “No?” I shake my head, reaching for the pipe, more out of habit than anything else, just to have something in my hands. “You don’t pull that shit with me, Cole.” He shrugs, stretching out, looking too damn comfortable. “Seemed like you liked it.” Something in me snaps. Before I could react to what I was doing, my arm was already outstretched, hand wrapped around Cole’s throat, pinning him to the couch. I lean in close, lowering my voice, making sure he fucking hears me. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Cole’s smirk falters—just a fraction. But it’s enough. I let him go, trying to shake the weird, charged energy out of my system. I don’t know if it’s the G, the T, or the fact that Cole fucking made out with me like it was nothing, but I feel wired, too hot, too aware of everything. Cole watches me for a long moment, then exhales, like he’s letting it go. Then Cole shifts beside me, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he mutters. “Maybe I crossed a line.” “It’s a small town,” he says, voice quieter now. “Not a lot of options.” I frown. “Options?” His lips press together for a second, then he lets out a dry laugh. “Gays, Nico.” He finally looks at me. “There’s, like, five of us here. And they’re all…” He trails off, shaking his head. I raise a brow. “All what?” “Fem,” he says flatly. “Bottoms. Good friends, but not exactly great for, you know…” His hand gestures vaguely between us. “Experimenting.” I huff a small laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus. You really just said that.” Cole shrugs, unbothered. “It’s true.” Then he leans back against the couch, tipping his head to the side as he studies me. “I’ve got a type, and none of them fit.” I narrow my eyes. “And what’s your type, exactly?” He hums, dragging his fingers lazily over the rim of his empty cup, pretending to think. “Older. Built. Not soft.” His eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “Masculine. A little dangerous.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Subtle.” Cole just smirks, unashamed. “You asked.” “And it’s not just the looks, either. It’s the energy.” His fingers drum against his knee, gaze flicking to mine again. “That… intensity.” My jaw tenses. I look away, shifting in my seat. “Sounds complicated.” “It is,” he admits, then exhales through his nose, his smirk fading. “Not that it matters. It’s not like I’ve actually done anything.” That makes me pause. I glance at him again, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugs. “I mean exactly that. I haven’t done anything.” I stare at him for a second. “Wait.” I shift toward him, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?” Cole huffs out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, Nico. I am.” I blink. Then bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “Couldn’t be me.” Cole rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit.” I smirk, leaning back again. “Damn. A virgin at eighteen?” “What, you lost it at, like, fourteen?” he shoots back, raising a brow. I shrug. “Fifteen.” Cole groans. “Of course you did.” I just grin, taking another hit, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips. “You’re really out here trying to experiment, huh?” He exhales dramatically. “You have no idea.” I shake my head, chuckling. “Poor thing.” “Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his voice. Just that same lazy smirk, that same energy humming between us. Cole shifts, getting more comfortable on the couch, eyes flicking to me with something that’s both amused and too curious. “Tell me about straight sex.” I pause mid-inhale, pipe still between my fingers. I exhale a slow cloud of smoke, smirking. “What?” “You know,” Cole says, waving a lazy hand. “Fucking bitches.” That makes me actually laugh, the kind that shakes in my chest. “Jesus, Cole.” He grins, eyes flickering with amusement. “What?” “You saying it like that.” I shake my head. “You sound like a kid trying to prove something.” He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I have to know what all the hype is about. Why do you guys love it so much?” I huff a laugh, stretching my arms over the back of the couch. “You’ve never been with a girl, obviously.” Cole makes a face. “Nope.” “But you’ve seen straight porn.” He snorts. “Unfortunately.” Then, mocking, he adds, “Couldn’t be me.” That makes me laugh again, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So? Explain” I smirk, exhaling another slow breath of smoke. “It’s the way they react, man. The softness, the sounds. The way their bodies move. It’s like…” I trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “It’s powerful. Controlling how they take it, how they moan, how they come apart under you.” Cole listens, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp even through the haze. “So it’s about dominance?” I smirk. “It’s about control.” Cole hums, gaze flicking over me, unreadable. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Couldn’t be me.” I chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.” Cole shifts again, pulling one leg up onto the couch, turning more toward me. “And you don’t ever think about it differently? Like, I dunno, being on the other side?” I raise a brow. “What, letting a girl take control?” “No.” He gives me a look. “I mean with a guy.” My jaw flexes slightly, but I keep my expression easy. “No.” Cole watches me for a second longer, then smirks like he knows something I don’t. “Interesting.” I shake my head, smirking right back. “You’re something else, you know that?” He grins, leaning back again. “I try.” I take another hit, letting it sit heavy in my lungs before I pass the pipe back to him. And as he takes it, fingers brushing mine, I can’t shake the feeling that this conversation isn’t over. Not even close. Cole takes the pipe, bringing it to his lips, waiting for me to light it. He’s steady, smooth, confident in a way that should make me stop and think. Should make me ask myself why the fuck I’m still here, still entertaining this, still letting it happen. But I don’t. I bring the torch up, flicking the flame on, watching the crystals liquefy and swirl into thick, white vapor. The moment it’s ready, I murmur, “Now.” Cole inhales, slow and deep, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine as he pulls. And fuck, I need my cock to stop this throbbing. With that, I break. I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, pressing my lips against his as I inhale his hit straight from him. His breath stutters for half a second before he exhales, feeding it into me, the smoke burning between us. But the second he tries to push deeper, the moment his fingers curl into my shirt, trying to pull me in—I shove him back. Hard. Cole stares at me, chest rising and falling, lips still parted, green eyes blown wide with surprise. “What the fuck?” I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. “I can’t.” Cole’s brows pull together, and then—irritation. “The fuck you mean you can’t?” I shake my head, jaw tight. “Not like this.” Cole scoffs. “Not like what?” I glance away, exhaling hard through my nose. I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know myself when I’m high like this. I know the way it takes me over—how my dominance turns razor-sharp, how I get aggressive, controlling. I know how I take, and that’s not something you throw at someone who’s never done this before. Not someone like Cole. He watches me for a long second, then shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You’re fucking teasing me.” I glance at him sharply. “That’s not what this is.” “Bullshit.” His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against his knee. “You keep pulling me in just to push me away. What the fuck do you want?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Cole tilts his head slightly, smirking—but it’s pissed now, not amused. “I get it.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You think I can’t handle it.” I clench my jaw. “Cole—” “You still think I’m some kid.” I exhale sharply, fingers curling into fists. “It’s not that—” “Then what?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze. “See? You are a tease. Just like one of your bitches” I snap. I grab his jaw, tilting his head up, making him look at me. His lips part, his breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Cole’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, the challenge in his eyes sharpens, his lips curling at the edges like he wants this reaction from me. Like he planned for it. His fingers flex against my wrist where I’ve got him by the throat, testing, feeling the way my grip tightens. But he doesn’t try to pry me off. He just looks at me. Green eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I lean in closer, my grip firm but controlled, voice dropping lower. “You really wanna test me, Cole?” His smirk wavers—just slightly—but he holds my gaze. “Maybe.” I exhale slow, shaking my head. “You think this is a fucking game?” Cole hums, the sound vibrating against my fingers. “Feels real to me.” Something deep in me twists at that, something dangerous. The high amplifies everything—the way his skin feels under my hand, the way his body shifts beneath me, the way his breathing picks up just slightly but he doesn’t look away. I slide my thumb over his jaw, pressing just enough to make him tilt his chin up for me. “You’ve got a smart mouth.” Cole exhales a slow, shaky breath. “So do something about it.” I snap. I crush my mouth against his, swallowing whatever smart-ass remark he was about to throw at me. Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans into it, gasping softly against me before he fists my shirt in both hands, pulling me closer, pressing up into me like he’s been waiting for this all night. And fuck, maybe he has. I shove him back into the couch, my weight pressing into him, my hands gripping tight—his throat, his waist, his hip—feeling, claiming. He groans, the sound sharp, raw, like he’s never been handled like this before. Like he’s never wanted to be. And now he’s got me—high, reckless, dominant—right here, giving him exactly what he asked for. And I’m not stopping this time. Not until he knows exactly what it means to push me. I stand up slowly, rolling my shoulders like I’m shaking off the last bit of restraint. My jaw is tight, my eyes dark, my whole demeanor shifting into something heavier, something final. Cole watches from the couch, breath still uneven, lips still parted from the force of the last kiss. He doesn’t move yet, just waiting, watching. I exhales through my nose, running my tongue over my teeth before speaking. “Get up.” Cole blinks, his pupils still blown wide, his body still buzzing from the drugs, the tension, everything. “What?” I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Get the fuck up.” Cole swallows, pushing himself up slowly, cautious, but not scared. Not hesitant. If anything, there’s something eager in the way he moves, like he’s been waiting for m to take control like this. I sit back down, reaching for the pipe, tapping out another hit. I don’t even look at Cole as I flick the torch on, heating the glass. “Strip.” The single word cuts through the thick air. Cole exhales sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides, his breath catching slightly like it finally hit him—this is happening. I exhales a thick cloud toward the ceiling before finally looking at Cole again. “I said strip, faggot.” I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath. Like a small whimper. His fingers go to the hem of his shirt, gripping it, lifting it slowly—almost too slow. Testing. Watching my reaction. I exhale another stream of smoke, my eyes tracking every movement, every inch of skin revealed. Cole lets the shirt slip off, tossing it aside before moving to the button of his jeans. His fingers work the metal, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence of the room. I take another hit, inhaling deep, letting the warmth crawl through my veins, amplifying everything. Cole pushes his jeans down his hips, stepping out of them. He’s standing there now, exposed, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching at his sides. But he’s not shy. He’s not covering himself. He’s waiting. I set the pipe down on the table and lean forward, elbows on my knees, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I look Cole up and down, taking my time with it. Not just a pretty face, but a pretty everything. His dick hung their uncut, freshly shaven, smooth until his legs, covered in carpet of hair. I looked up at him with a smirk and motioned for him to turn around. Now, I’ve seen a lot of ass in my day, but I’ll admit, there’s something about his. Perfectly round, smooth. Innocent. I tilt my head, smirking. “Now get over here.” Cole steps forward, closing the small space between us, his breath coming a little quicker now. He’s standing right in front of me, bare, exposed, but not nervous. Locking eyes with him, I reach down and tug at the bulge in my pants, gripping myself through the fabric. I was rock hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “Get on your knees.” Cole lowers himself. When he settled onto his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those blown-out green eyes, lips parted, chest still rising and falling— “Fuck, you look good like that.” I let out greedily “Now take my cock out of these jeans,” I demanded. Cole didn’t hesitate. His hands moved immediately to my bulge, one palm pressing firmly against it, his fingers curling to squeeze. A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt the weight of me through the denim. Then, with steady hands, he reached for my zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. I lifted my hips slightly, helping him as he tugged my jeans down past my thighs. The moment they pooled around my ankles, my cock sprang free—thick, uncut, and standing proud, a full nine inches of me throbbing in the open air. My dark pubes framed it, a stark contrast against my skin. Cole’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, a mix of hunger and awe flashing across his face. He licked his lips unconsciously, his gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted. “Go ahead faggot, taste it” Cole’s breath shuddered as he exhaled, his lips parting, so close I could feel the warmth ghosting over my skin. His fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly, as if testing my patience. I smirked, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping just enough to make him gasp. “Did you not hear me? Put that mouth to work.” My voice was low, firm, an order he had no intention of disobeying. With a slow motion he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. A soft groan rumbled in my chest as I watched him, savoring the way his lips stretched over me, the warmth of his mouth enveloping the tip. “Good faggot,” I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as I guided him lower. Cole moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot, his movements both eager and controlled. His hands braced against my thighs as he took me deeper, inch by inch, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself further. I let my head fall back against the couch, pleasure surging through me as he worked. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the sinful noises slipping from his throat—it was intoxicating. “Fuck, just like that,” I praised, looking down at him. His eyes met mine, dark and needy, desperate to please. I gave him what he wanted, thrusting gently into his mouth, watching as his lips stretched wider, as his throat tensed around me. He took it, moaning as if he needed this as much as I did. His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, silently begging for more. And who was I to deny him? I tightened my grip in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force his eyes up to mine. His lips were already slick, parted, desperate for more. “You’re taking your time,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip before pressing against his tongue. He let me, obedient, his eyes dark with need. “I didn’t tell you to tease, did I?” He shook his head, my thumb still resting on his tongue, making him struggle to answer. “No, Sir,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless. I smirked. “Then do it right.” Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, taking me back into the heat of his mouth. This time, I didn’t let him set the pace. My hand in his hair held him still as I pushed deeper, his throat tightening around me as he tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but he didn’t pull away. He knew better. “Relax,” I ordered, my other hand settling heavy on his jaw, guiding him. His lashes fluttered, a choked sound escaping him as I pressed deeper. When he finally opened up for me, his throat flexing, I groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it,” I praised, keeping my grip firm as I began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. His moans vibrated around me, sending pleasure curling through my spine. I controlled every movement, every inch he took, every breath he struggled for. He let me. He wanted this—wanted to be used, to be owned. His hands trembled against my thighs, but he didn’t resist. He let me push, let me test his limits. My cock slid deeper, his throat tightening, and I held him there for a beat, watching the way his eyes watered, the way his body shuddered. “Look at you,” I murmured, thumb stroking his jaw as I pulled back, letting him gasp for air before pushing in again. “So desperate to please.” A needy whimper escaped him. I held him there for a moment longer, feeling the way his throat flexed around me, the way his breath hitched, his body shaking from the effort of keeping still. His fingers clenched against my thighs, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. Then, finally, I eased back, my grip in his hair loosening as I pulled out of his mouth. A wet gasp tore from his throat as he sagged against me, his lips red and glistening, spit connecting us in thin strands that broke as he swallowed hard. I let my thumb trace the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. His eyes were hazy, his pupils blown wide, his chest still heaving as he tried to steady himself. “Breathe,” I ordered, my tone softer now, but no less commanding. “Think you can handle more, boy?” His breath hitched, but his answer came immediately this time—steady, certain. “Yes, Sir.” I tilted his chin up higher, forcing him to hold my gaze. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered my next command. “Stand up,” I ordered. He moved immediately, though his legs shook slightly as he rose. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twitched at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for me, to cling to whatever I decided to give him. “Turn around,” I murmured. His lips parted slightly, his pupils still blown wide, but he obeyed without question. I let my eyes drag over him as he turned, taking in the way his body tensed under my gaze, the way he seemed to fight the urge to squirm. “Good boy,” I praised, letting my hand trail down his spine, slow and deliberate. I felt the shudder that rippled through him, the way he sucked in a breath as my palm ghosted lower. Then I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I gave my next command. “Bend over.” For a split second, he hesitated—just long enough for me to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back slightly. “You heard me.” My voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Bend over.” A whimper slipped from his throat as he nodded, his body moving instinctively to obey. He braced himself against the nearest surface, his hands gripping the edge as he arched his back slightly, presenting himself exactly how I wanted him. I smirked, trailing my fingers down his spine again, feeling the way he shuddered under my touch. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmured, stepping back just enough to take him in fully. “So eager. So obedient.” I let my palm rest on his lower back, pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “But let’s see if you can stay that way.”

I live alone in a second floor unit of a security block of units. My lease was coming up and I was moving to a fully furnished house, so I didn't need most of my existing furniture. So I was selling pieces off one by one online. The deal was you had to come and pick it up and take it away yourself. I am 5'7" in my 30's with an athletic build. Reasonably tight arse and smooth body except for my arse and pubes. I am also a very hungry bottom and I love being seeded. But lately with everything that has been going on getting ready for the move there has not been much action. But I was cleaning myself out every day to be ready in case an opportunity arose. I was selling the single bed from the spare room and it was all as usual. A mum wanted it for her kids etc. The usual boring shit. Then she messaged and said her brother would come pick it up with his ute for her in the afternoon. That was all fine and I hadn't thought much more about it. It was summer, so nice and warm and I was in shorts and singlet and a bit sweaty from moving things around. But there were storm clouds rolling over. The buzzer sounded and a deep gruff voice said it was Dan for the bed. I buzzed him up. A short while later there is a knock at the door and I open the door to reveal a middle eastern god. I mean, I cannot find a better way to describe him. He was 6' tall, short dark hair with a trimmed facial beard and piercing blue eyes. He was obviously a smoker. I smelt it radiate off him the second I opened the door. He was wearing a tight white singlet and quite tight gym shorts. He had a glorious hairy chest bursting from his singlet and his gym shorts were tight enough that I could see he had quite a nice package down there. I had to be very conscious not to stop and stare at his crotch. He had numerous tattoos and a full sleeve on his left arm. And embedded in the tattoos on his left arm sleeve was a clear and distinct biohazard tattoo. I pretty much fixated on the tattoo probably too long and I am pretty sure he noticed. Because when I looked back into his eyes he sprout a huge cheeky smile and his whole demeanour changed to being quite friendly. "I'm Dan. Here to pick up the bed" I initially stuttered a bit out of awe and just how good looking he was. "Um yeah right. Did you need a hand getting the mattress down to your ute?" "Yeah, that would be great. So much easier that way" As we were talking the sound of a few thunder claps sounded and there was a sudden down pour of rain outside. "Shit" Dan says and he walks out to my enclosed balcony to confirm what he just heard. I get to see him from behind and he had rock hard arse muscles. Either from gym work outs or lots of thrusting/fucking (I hoped) lol. "This is not supposed to last long" he says " do you mind if I hang here until it passes? I don't want the mattress to get wet." "For sure" I say "I have nothing else on for the rest of the afternoon." to which he immediately cracks another cheeky grin. "Do you mind if I have a smoke on the balcony?" "Sure - no problems. Do you want a drink while we wait?" "Fuck that be great - wouldn't have a beer would you?" "Sure do" I say and go in to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers while he lights up on the balcony. I bring the beer out and hand it too him and he offers me a smoke and I accept. We both have a drink and smoke on the balcony and make small talk. But I am getting all awkward as I keep looking at either his crotch or his tattoo and he has definitely noticed. After we finish our smoke, he says "while we wait, the sister said I should make sure the mattress is in good condition. You mind if I check it out?" "Sure, follow me" and I lead him into the spare bedroom where the bed posts etc are against the wall and the mattress is laying on the floor. Dan is directly behind me. I can almost feel and definitely smell him. I walk into the room and point to the mattress "it's in really good condition". That is all I get out. I feel Dan's body press up behind mine and his hands wrap around my lower body and start feeling me all over from behind. I feel his breath on my need as he pecks it and and I can already feel the bulge in his shorts growing and pressing against his shorts and my back and arse. "My sister said I should make sure it is in good condition, and what better way to test it than fuck a guy on it. I know you want it". My hands grab his hands as they explore my body and I lean my head back against his chest and he is kissing my ear now. "More than you could possibly imagine". He chuckles, "I saw you noticed my tattoo's. Is that a problem?" I am literally on heat as he embraces me and I feel and smell his manhood behind me. His cock is rock hard by now and it is a solid eight inches. "Once you see my arse, you'll have your answer to that question." I don't know if he is poz detectable or undetectable, but at this point nothing matters. I went off PreP three months ago due to side effects, but I just want this man inside me. I have already surrendered to him. I turn around and he tongue kisses me so passionately that he is clearly as turned on as I am. There is even a wet patch on his shorts from his pre-cum. His hold is so strong and this is a man I want to be taken by. I step back and lift his singlet off and his chest is that perfectly thick dark hair, bit it is refined and has clean boundaries. He removes my singlet and we are opposites. His hairy middle eastern body and my smooth one. We kiss again and his rock hard cock is pressing against my belly button because he is so much taller than me. He just smells and tastes like a man should. He kisses me more and looks me in the eye, "I haven't cum for 5 days man. It's gonna be big" and he smiles with that evil grin. "You may need to cum more than once then" I respond. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down and like I thought he is commando. I go to suck it and he stops me, lifts me back up and kisses me. "There will be time for that later. My balls literally hurt they are that full and I need to release the first wave of babies first. He smiles and then without warning pulls my short and underwear down and pushes me on to the mattress face down. It is then that he notices I have a tattoo of a pig on my left arse cheek and it is pointing to my hole. "Oh baby, you are going to be my little piglet today" He kneels down behind me and spits on my arse hole and before I know it he is pushing the head of his cock inside me. It's been a while and I am tight, but he notices and goes slowly. Before I know it he is balls deep inside me. "FUCK! I haven't bred a hole for a while, this feels so good." He starts fucking me faster and deeper and it feels great. I reach around to stop him and he says "you ok?". I say, "yeah, but I want to see your eyes when you cum". Without pulling out he flips me on to my back and my ankles are no around his shoulders. He leans in balls deep inside me and says "better?" and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I can tell he is getting close and he stops balls deep in me. "Mate, like I said its been a while, and I am close. You want this?" And I respond "I want this so much. Make me yours" and he smiles, kisses me and starts fucking and picking up the pace. Then he says "here it cums man. a five day load that may change your life forever" and he looks me straight in the eyes and grunts and groans as he is bottoming out on my arse and I can feel the pulsations of his cock as he pumps and pumps and pumps more seed in me than I think I have ever taken in one fuck. As he is pumping his seed inside me I reach up and start to massage and feel his biohazard tattoo knowing full well what is happening. He notices and this clearly turns him on more. After what seems like the biggest load ever, he collapses on top of me kissing me slowly. He goes soft and pops out of my hole and then rolls to my side taking a breath. "Fuck, I need a smoke now". We get our shorts and singlets back on and step back out on the balcony and it is still raining. He lights up a smoke for us both and we enjoy a smoke as we chat more about each other. He is far more touchy feeling now and it is nice. He slides his hand down the back of my shorts and slides a finger up my wet hole and a glob of cum drips down my leg. "It felt so good inside you man." and I can see he is getting hard again. " I know we probably should have discussed this first, but I guessed you were ok with the fact that I am poz. I saw you notice my tattoo and also feel it when I impregnated you. What I didn't say was I am not on any medication and probably quite toxic. That's why the big load. It's been hard finding someone ok with my status." I respond with a deep wet kiss and "I don't care. I would let you share your seed and poz babies with me anytime you want." To be continued.

I'm over here !

Totally agree. Once the top mounts up, the btm is his to breed. Period.

Have you ever just totally gone to town and completely let loose on a throat?

Making you cry and choke is at least as important as the sensation of fucking. I enjoy an open throat as much as the next man, but it's best if I get to make things difficult for you now and then. If I met a boy who took it with great ease, I would be tempted to prolong the fuck until his throat got tired and I could watch him struggle.

Update on this - met up and played for a few hours, swapped piss loads and got each other nice and wet 🙂