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@nymidtowneast Thanks. Hopefully this next chapter also lives up to the rest. @KinkyTallBottom Well... something tells me the next chapter ahead is going to really drive that point home... @onlyraw No comment. I don't want to give any spoilers. Something interesting is planned with the two of them later... @shinelover Hopefully the next chapter will help fill that bit I left you hanging on... @kitpig Well, this chapter will be the first major step I think... @leatherpunk16 Finally! Wasn't for a lack of trying on my part! @SirGalatsi No worries. Glad you found it though. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! So, I felt pretty bad at how long it took to update, so I'm gonna do a second post this week. Hopefully everyone enjoys where I took this. Just know that I might be delayed a little due to a special something I am working on in the background, but I should still be able to post regular updates on here for this story. Once this one is done, I will probably be picking up another one of the previous of my stories, as I feel more comfortable starting back up a few of them with some new ideas. Anyways, enjoy! ----------- Lesson 8- Put Your Mindset to Work Stepping into the room, the glass door softly shut behind us, and I looked around. The massive room was warmly but dimly lit with mood lighting, the incandescent lighting gleaming off the heavily lacquered wood floor, the dark grey walls almost seeming to absorb any extra light. One wall of the room was covered with glass windows. The light coming through them was dimmer than I expected, likely having some sort of film to block light over them. Multiple leather chairs were grouped around the room, some facing the tv, and others in small groups of four. Between many of the large chairs were deep mahogany tables, each sporting a large ceramic ashtray, each with large indents, which I imaged were to hold cigars. The room smelled vaguely of cigar smoke, as the hush of what I guessed to the an air filtration system reverberated in the silent room. I followed Ben towards one of several large, oversized leather couches, looking around the room as I followed him. A bar stood in one corner of the room, a wall of glass bottles locked in a cabinet behind it. On one wall was a massive TV, currently off, flanked on either side by tall glass humidors. In another corner, a large U-shaped glossy black table was surrounded by several leather clad stools, with what looked to me like a poker set up. Unceremoniously, Ben sat down on the couch, casually spreading his legs as he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a sophisticated looking lighter. He pulled the unlit cigar out of his mouth, and flicking the lighter to life, he slowly turned the end of the cigar in the flame, until putting the cigar back into his mouth, puffing it to life. The end quickly glowed to a bright cherry red, and with a simple release of the button, the flame snuffed out. Some part of me felt a hunger of sorts as I watched him take a deep draw on the cigar before blowing out a large cloud of smoke my way. I swallowed slowly, as I stood in front of him, apprehension making my stomach feel like it was flipping around. “Well,” he said, gesturing at me with the cigar in one of his large hands, “Go ahead and strip naked. I want to see what’s got Greg and Mike so worked up. Silently, I stripped off the snug black shirt off over my head, gently placing it down on the back of one of the oversized leather chairs. Next, I stepped out of my simple flip-flops, before neatly placing them next to the chair before I slowly pushed the sweatpants down, letting them fall to my feet as I stepped out of them. I felt naked without the dirty white jock I had grown accustomed to wearing, the metal of my caged cock glistening in the dim light. I stood silently, letting my arm rest across my stomach, grabbing my opposite arm, feeling somewhat awkward as Ben looked over my body. “Not bad,” he said, taking another puff on the cigar, “Turn around and bend over.” Slowly, I turned around and bent over, feeling the air on my puffy asshole. Ben let out a growl of approval, before letting out a slight chuckle. “I guess I can see why they took a liking to you,” he said, his voice carrying a slight chuckle as he spoke, “Cock locked up like a proper bottom, and I’m sure there’s a few loads flooding your guts there boy. Definitely looks like you have a nice, breed-able ass. Quite the sexy little jock body you have there. Come over here and show me if your mouth is as talented as your hole likely is.” Slowly I stood back up and walked over to Ben, before getting on my knees. Slowly, I unzipped his pants and unbuttoned the top of the fly, before tentatively feeling its size through the fabric. My eyes widened as I felt a thick cock beneath, thicker than anything I had taken before. “I’m guessing your new daddy didn’t tell you my nickname,” Ben said, chuckling again as he blew a cloud of smoke at my face, “Beer Can Ben is what all our friends call me, but you can call me Uncle Ben. Why don’t you pull down my pants and get better aquatinted with it, son?” Slowly, I grabbed the top of the shorts as Ben lifted his hips up, giving me enough access to pull the underwear and pants down to his knees. Ben’s cock sprang forward, finally free of the confines of his clothes. He wasn’t joking about it being as thick as a beer can, I thought to myself, as I took in the size and shape of his cock. Shorter for sure than Greg’s or Mike’s, but the girth more than made up for it. A ring of foreskin covered the hood, with just the tip peeking out. Grabbing the cock, I slowly started to stroke it, watching as his two large balls slowly bounced in time with my strokes, with the entire package being framed with a forest of thick black hair that went easily up towards his chest. “Don’t be shy, boy,” he said, looking down at me before placing his meaty hand on the top of my head, pushing my face towards his groin, “Go ahead and give it a kiss and put it in your mouth. Be sure to get it nice and wet.” Apprehensively, I slowly began to suck and kiss the tip, before beginning to lick it, running my tongue underneath the foreskin and circling the cocked underneath. Ben let out an appreciative growl before pushing my head down further, guiding me to try and take even more of the massive member into my mouth. I began to work it in my mouth, feeling as my jaw stretched further to take in the size of it, aching slightly as Ben gave a few gentle pushes down on it. Behind me, I heard a soft whoosh as the glass door opened, before quietly shutting. I half listened as who I presumed was Greg eventually sat on one of the couches opposite of the one Ben was on as I worked to fit the last of the meaty rock in my mouth. “Don’t spoil the pig, Ben,” Greg laughed, as the sound of a lighter flicking to life puncture the silence of the room, “No need to go gentle. He likes being handled rough.” Suddenly, I felt as Ben forcefully shoved my head down onto the remainder of his cock, forcing me to fight back the urge to gag as the head of it slammed against my throat. “Fuck, that is nice,” he groaned, suddenly grabbing my head with both hands and began to slowly fuck my skull, “Where the fuck did you both find such a hot piece of ass?” “Came with the house so to speak,” Greg chuckled as I finally gagged after an especially hard slam of Ben’s cock, “Pig lives a few doors down. Knocked on the door not even 3 days after we finished moving in. All it took was Mike and I offering to give him a tour of the dungeon, and the pig was spread leg in our sling and letting us sound his cock. Pretty sure we even got to take his ass cherry.” “Holy shit,” Ben groaned, before forcefully removing his cock from my mouth, before grabbing the back of my head with a fistful of my hair and pulling it back to face him, “Fuck… that all true, pig?” I could only breathlessly nod as I slowly caught my breath, sucking in a deep lungful of air. “Fucking hell that’s hot. I seriously need to find me a hot little jock pig like this,” Ben replied, before pulling me by my hair gently upwards. Slowly, I stood up, my knees somewhat shaky as Ben began to pull me into his lap, positioning my legs onto either side of him and he slowly slid down a bit in the couch. Taking a deep draw on the cigar, he guided the back of my head towards his face, before locking lips and kissing me. I let out a small groan as out tongues slid around each other, his beard slowly tickling my now somewhat scruffy face from the lack of shaving. I hungrily sucked in the kiss as he slowly exhaled the thick lungful of cigar smoke. I felt his thick cock slowly sliding up and down across my asscrack when we finally broke the kiss. I let out a long exhale of the swapped cigar smoke, causing him to chuckle again. “Fucking hell, you guys wasted no time training him to take cigar smoke. He’s quite sexy little shit,” Ben said happily, before turning his attention to Greg, who was sitting on the opposite couch, recording everything on his phone, “Mind if I take a ride in his hole?” My ass twitched in anticipation at the prospect of feeling his cock stretching out my already well fucked hole, remembering how it had felt to be double penetrated just the night before. I looked over at Greg, unable to hide the pleading look in my eyes as Greg started to smile. Something inside me needed to know what riding his cock would be like. “Whole reason I brought him by,” Greg said, before grabbing the lit cigar out of the ashtray on the table next to him and walking over, “Only thing is that the pig is also in smoke training. You’ll have to make sure he smokes his own the whole time. Should be a little overdue for the first one of the day.” As if on auto-pilot, I opened my mouth, letting Greg set the decent sized, jet black cigar into my mouth, before taking a deep draw on the cigar. The cherry glowed bright as I sucked down the thick strong smoke, for some reason feeling suddenly at ease. I let out a sudden groan and had to reach a hand out to steady myself as I suddenly felt a few of Ben’s meaty fingers probe into my ass, working themselves in easily. “Damn, you guys flooded him good, didn't you,” Ben said as he pulled them out and inspected them, a sheen of cum coating them, “Does he know…” Greg cut him off, holding his hand up with a grin on his face, silencing Ben mid-sentence. “Just… Find out for yourself. I think you’ll be pleased. I’ll leave you two to play while I gather up everything I need for his training,” Greg said, before bending over slightly and taking the cigar out of my mouth before kissing me, before opening my mouth and spitting a large glob of cigar spit in my mouth. “Thank you sir…” I muttered softly, smiling, as he stuck the cigar back in. I took another deep draw on the cigar, as Greg knelt over and whispered in my ear. “Good boy, you made sure to ask first,” Greg said softly, “I could see how you were asking me with those eyes. You earned yourself a treat later, as long as you make me proud. Don't forget to let that dirty fucking inner pig come out. He'll eat it up.” Greg then stood up, and with a pat on Ben’s shoulder, walked out of the lounge and back into the shop. “Fuck you look hot smoking that stogie, boy,” Ben said, as he puffed on his cigar, his cock throbbing hard against laying against my hole, “I want to see you smoke mine at the same time for a second while I get this shirt off.” I nodded and let him put his larger cigar in my mouth, slowly puffing on both as he began to strip out of his shirt. My lungs burned as I automatically sucked in the massive amount of smoke, marveling at the amount as it jetted out of my nose. Finally, Ben got his shirt off, revealing a thick mat of black fur covering his stomach and chest. Underneath, I could just make out a tattoo in the shape of a scorpion. Thinking back to the first fuck with Greg and Mike, I assumed this was also some sort of sign that Ben was packing a venomous load. I almost thought to say something, when I remembered how quickly Greg had cut Ben off. If I had to guess, I figured Ben was going to ask if I knew their status. So, with that, I kept quiet, playing along with Greg’s lead and letting Ben be the one to mention it. “Fuckin’ can’t wait to get inside that sexy jock hole, boy,” Ben growled, pulling his cigar back out of my mouth and puffing on it several times. I gave my ass a slight wiggle, causing his massive cock to wiggle around on my crack, immediately making him grin evilly as he continued talking. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben growled, reaching below and and pressing the slick head of his uncut cock against the puffy lips of my hole. I began to nod when suddenly Ben grabbed my hips and puled my ass down, fully seating his cock in one solid stroke. My groan sounded almost like a yell, as my body got slowly used to the sudden invasion Ben had just made. My legs quivered at the massive stretching feeling. “That was a rhetorical question, slut,” Ben growled, puffing on his cigar hard and blowing the smoke in my face, “You’re gonna take every last drop of my load today whether you want to or not.” I could only groan and nod, sucking on the cigar as Ben suddenly began to fuck my ass with wild abandon, stretching out my already abused hole with each stroke, as each time he bottomed out in me it felt like my guts were truly being rearranged. “Nothing but a dumb little cumdump, aren’t you,” Ben growled, sneering at me as he puffed hard on the cigar before blowing it out directly in my face, “Fucking load you up with a massive load and watch you slide home on it. Dumb little blonde jock like you only has one purpose, and that’s to be a fucking incubator for my superior man cum.” I could only groan and whimper, barely nodding as he continued his onslaught on my ass. Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed my pecs, before starting to pinch and work my nipples. “Gonna fucking breed your worthless jock ass and flood it full of my special seed. Make it so that you crave dirty bear cum from men like me. Get you fucking addicted to whoring your ass out and begging for our loads. Your ass will only be suitable as a fucking cum receptacle for toxic loads,” he continued, his cock throbbing at each new insult he said, pinching my nipples hard and making them swollen, “Keep your useless cock locked up so you focus on cumming with your ass like a proper slut.” As if to drive the point home, Ben flicked his fingers on the tip of the cage, before going pack to working my nipples. “Fuck… You’re getting fucking destroyed right now, boy. Did you know that boy,” he growled, with what I assumed to be another question I need not answer, “Did you know I’m fucking working my highly toxic load into these ass walls right now, and pushing all those poz loads your new daddies filled you with even deeper in to those guts? That you’re getting pozzed up right now?” “Fuck, ohh…. Oh fuck…” I could only groan, working the cigar in my mouth hard, hauling away on it without a care as I listened to the verbal abuse Ben was spewing out at me, loving the mind fuck as he destroyed my ass. “Yeah boy, you’re gonna be truly fucked. Once we’re done with you, the only thing you’ll be good for is to be a slutty little incubator for our bugs. Bent over at the bathhouse, letting every nasty fucker free entrance to perfect ass,” Ben yelled, pinching my nipples hard one last time before gripping my ass in an vise-like grip, “Bent over and shaking this bubble butt, legs spread and waiting for someone to fill you up. That what you fucking want boy? To be nothing more than the local cum dump, carrying around our strain and letting in anyone else who wants to add theirs?” “Oh, fuck, yes sir, please help me become that,” I groaned, smoke pouring out of me as I let him pull my ass down hard, “My only purpose is to be a toxic cum receptacle, letting in any man who wants to dump their load inside me. Let anyone who needs a willing hole to infect help destroy my jock body. Help convert me into a worthless poz whore.” Ben let out a loud growl as his slams into my hole began to falter in their rhythm. “Yeah, boy, you fucking know what you are. This hot body of your was made only for one purpose… to used by real men for fucking their superior loads into. Letting your useless load drip on the ground as as lube for the next man who wants your ass. To be nothing but a cum craving toxic slut. And I’m gonna help you become just that,” Ben moaned, his rhythm faltering even more, “You fucking ready? You fucking want what I’m gonna give you?” “Oh fuck, breed me. Fucking destroy my jock body,” I groaned, my cock leaking like a faucet through the cage as my ass was reamed into oblivion, “Please fucking knock me up with your superior cum. I want to get infected and become a poz jock whore.” Suddenly, Ben’s eyes bulged and he growled, biting his lips as he pulled my ass hard against his hips and held still. Suddenly, I felt as he unleashed a torrent of cum in my guts, his cock throbbing over and over, eliciting a new growl from him at each volley. Finally, he was done shooting, holding my ass in place as we both came down from out proverbial cum highs. Finally, Ben let out a massive sign along with a happy growl. “Holy… Fuck…” Ben said, removing his cigar and leaning slightly over, setting his spent cigar in the ashtray, “Greg and Mike hit the fucking jackpot with you, boy.” The words made me blush slightly, and I was sure what to say. “Fucking hell.. that was fucking divine. Your ass is a fucking dream to fuck. You can bet you earned yourself a massive discount on everything, boy,” Ben said, giving my ass a light smack before finally pulling his now soft cock out of my hole. Looking down, he dipped his fingers into the puddle of my precum pool on his stomach, licking it as he nudged me off. “Go ahead and get dressed,” Ben said, before sucking on his finger, “Fucked out a nice bit of sweet neg precum from you. Tell Greg I’ll be out in a second.” Slowly, I stood up, my legs shakier than I’d ever felt, as I hobbled over and slowly pulling my sweatpants up. I could feel Ben’s load leak out a little, likely leaving a dark stain on my ass crack. With a sudden dirty though as I was pulling the shirt on, I turned around and knelt one final time in front of Ben, slowly taking his soft, cum covered cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. “Oh fuck….Good boy, clean all that dirty cum off Uncle Ben’s cock,” he hissed, running his hand brought my hair. Smiling, I stood back up and turned around, suddenly noticing Greg’s phone… with its own stand aimed at the the couch. Grabbing it, I turned it around in my hand and hit stop, before pocketing it. I guess he wanted a keepsake… I thought to myself, before walking over to the door to the lounge and walked over to Greg, who was leaning casually against the counter next to a large cardboard box with what I assumed were different things from around the shop. “Make me proud, boy?” Greg asked, holding his hand out expectantly. I handed him the phone and turned around as Ben answered for me, now standing in the doorway, shirt now on, and pants unbuttoned, the fly threatening to open up. “Oh, that he did, bud,” Ben said, chuckling as he began to zip up and button his pants, “Got me wondering where the hell I can get one of him as well. You both weren’t lying when you said his ass was like fucking heaven. And the mouth on him… nice and fucking dirty. Quite the perverted slut you boys are shaping him into.” “I left you an inventory sheet of what I’m taking,” Greg said, “Just send us a bill and we’ll wire over the money.” “Fuck that,” Ben said, taking a brief glance at his watch before slowly walking over to the front door and unlocking it, “You let me have free access to that prime jock ass, and all that is free.” “Sounds fair,” Greg said, grinning at me as he motioned for us to leave, grabbing the large box and walking to the door, now held open by Ben, “Time for the next stop, boy. Let your Uncle Ben open up shop.” I followed Greg to the car, getting a small pat on the ass on the way out the door. I let out a small smile before stepping out into the hot, muggy sunlight, the sun now high up in the sky. Greg and I walked in silence to the already running car, the AC whirring away as it cooled the inside of the black leather interior. Greg went to the back of the car, and put the box in the trunk, before going back to the driver’s side door, unlocking the doors. I quickly got in and sat down, somewhat mindful I was likely leaking cum out of my hole on the expensive seat covering. Sitting in silence, I watched as Greg started up the engine and out the car in drive, on our way to the next destination.

Part 5 Once home Ollie changed out of his track suit and as it was a warm day slipped on a pair of denim shorts which were a few years old and rather worn. He picked out a black t-shirt which he liked as it was a snug fit and showed off his sporty body which he liked to do. He sparked up another cig as he looked in the mirror and after taking a deep drag put the cig back in his mouth and let it dangle. Yea I look badass he thought to himself I wont get pushed around by Stan today ! He set off and once away from his house he took the quickest route to the bus stop which was across fields. As he got near the bus stop he had to climb a sty and as he brought his second leg over it the back of his shorts caught on barbed wire which was either side of the sty. There was a rip " shit " he cried but he was stuck ! he shifted sideways in an attempt to free his shorts and there was another rip. " Fuck " but there was no turning back as it had taken him ten minutes to cross the fields and he was sure he had seen a bull and he had no intention of making it an acquaintance . So having extradited himself from the barbed wire he carried on to the stop. There were already about half a dozen people waiting and before long another 3 or 4 had joined the queue. " Thats disgusting " he heard an old lady say " yes he has no shame that boy " and they were looking directly at Ollie. His immediate reaction was to put a hand on the tear and he realised that he was touching naked skin ! He had forgotten to change out of his jock strap ( or had he ? and the left cheek of his ass was on show for everyone to see. Not just a glimpse but from what he could feel his entire left cheek was bulging from his shorts. His face flushed bright red. " Fuck " he said too loudly as almost everyone heard " charming " said the first old lady " no manners " said the other and the redness of Ollies face deepened. The cockiness from the hits of coke had completely dissipated oh how he could do with another. He wasnt sure now if he should go back or just brave it out and get on the bus. Before he could make up his mind the bus appeared, stopped and Ollie jumped on. He quickly literally ran up the stairs to the upper deck and as luck would have it there were only about 8 people on it. There were a number of young guys and girls who were spread out toward the front of the bus so Ollie turned left and sat at the back where there was just one old guy who on seeing Ollies fully exposed left cheek pass him leered at Ollie and smirked. " Fuck " said Ollie again but under his breath. No one else joined those on the upper deck, other than the conductor, a plump balding 50 year old who seemed to appear from nowhere and make a bee-line directly to Ollie, pretty quickly bearing in mind that quite a few people had also boarded the bus at the same time as him." Shit " he said again under his breath but enough to be heard by the conductor. Instead though of admonishing Ollie the conductor, who as anyone could see by the way he swished from row to row was obviously gay and as quick as a flash said " I sincerely hope not cheeky now tickets please love. Are you going on a hot date dressed like that or some Pride convention hmm I didnt realise that there was a Gay Pride event on in this area today ?". said a bit too loudly for Ollie's liking. Ollie's face seemed incapable of going any deeper red but it did. " Oh no I had an accident " " yes you already mentioned that, doesnt smell though I am pleased to say ". " No not that kind of accident " " dont mind me love I was just pulling your leg, and what you do in your own time is totally up to you, but a bit of advice for the future dear keep your ass covered up or you will frighten old ladies " " I already have. But it wasnt like that I just " " look pet I would enjoy nothing more than having a very LONG chat with you but I have work to do, say hi to your man tell him you met a cute bus conductor on your way to him " and he minced off back downstairs. One of the younger guys from the forward group approached the old guy sat in front of Ollie and said " what was all that commotion about ? " " oh something about the lad here shitting himself " Ollie's jaw dropped open and froze, Ollie wanted the floor beneath him to open up and swallow him. He heard nothing further of the conversation other than hearing the young guy laughing uncontrollably. To make matters worse Ollie had to stand up and press the request stop button which was located just behind him. On seeing Ollie's left cheek on full display the young guy erupted into another fit of laughing and by this time all those on the upper deck joined in Ollie dismounted the bus as quickly as he could with laughter ringing in his ears and then realised that he had to cross a very busy main road so he walked as quickly as he could and as he rounded a corner he heard a number of wolf whistles cat calls and other sexual banter. By now Ollie was raging and in the perfect mood for a showdown with Stan.

Chapter 3 Florian shows me his official poz test result. It becomes serious now. I see his poison cock. Hard. Upright. Dripping. He pulls me toward the bed. I lie on my back. Just wearing my jock. And long white socks. My legs slightly spread. He touches my thighs. I open up more. He’s above me. Florian kisses me again. Our tongues meet. I feel him lifting one leg, then the other. Resting them on his shoulders. I’m exposed. Defenseless. He’s in control. We kiss deeper. His tip again at my hole. This time pressing. Harder. Sting. In. Out. In. Out. In. Lust. He breaks the kiss. Looks at me. Asks: “Henning, do you want it?” Teasing my neg hole. “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, my poz boy. Well?” I push myself further onto his cock. Fucking good. I grab his ass. Pull him in. All the way. Shock. I try to push him out. He grins. He says: “You made your choice, soon poz Henning.” He gently takes my hands from his hips. Pins them above my head. I let it happen. I say: “Fuck me, Florian.” He fucks me. Long, slow strokes. Fuck, I’m so turned on. My pre-cum’s dripping. I feel it. I relax. He goes deeper. Pauses for a second each time. Each thrust feels deeper. I give in. His pace picks up. Still slow, but stronger. I look into his eyes. Lust. Desire. Anticipation. He: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed!” He laughs: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed deep inside me!” He gets rougher. Moans. Florian, serious: “What do you *want*, Henning!?” I close my eyes. Open them. Eye contact. Intense. “I want your poz cum!” He: “Scream it!” I scream: “I want to get pregnant from you! I want you to make me poz! Give me your HIV!” Three deep strokes. He looks deep into my eyes: “NOW!” I feel him shoot. His poison cock throbs. His seed fills me. With my legs, I keep him in. All the way. Deep. He shoots seven times. Then collapses on top of me. His cock resting inside me. My dick’s hard. But I can’t reach it. He’s still holding me down.

Chapter 2 In Florian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Florian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast.

Guy from Reddit just left. He got two cumsicles and three fresh loads. Firsts for him: cumsicle, having a mouth suction his pussy lips, and being fucked and bred in two positions no one had ever fucked him in before. Not bad for an old guy, if I say so myself...

Was bored and hopped Sniffies for the hell of it. Messaged a guy who looked like he was actually looking - and he was, but was on his way to another bottom. It turns out that bottom insisted on a condom so he hit me up (glad I stayed on!). He wanted me ass up when he came in, so I stripped down and waited right by the door. He came in and went straight into my waiting hole. He had a nice fat cock that stretched me out - he didn’t last long and dumped a huge load in me. I sucked him clean and he took off. The perfect quickie!

Athlete three Alexander Cullen was nervous. Not only that his hands were bound to a collar, but he was also intimidated by all the senior frat boys around him. All taller than his 5.3 feet and bigger than his 156 pounds. “It's simple though” the frat boy said. Oh yeah, it was simple. Xander understood too well how the game would work. And honestly, he did not want to play. “Can I go home?” he asked timidly - Sigh – “No you can’t. Not yet. I thought we made it clear this morning when you were drop-off”, another frat boy intervened, Martin, the leader of the group. The perfect sadistic poster boy. He was now shirtless and caressing his abs. Unceremoniously, Martin slid a lubed finger in his hole while covering his mouth with his other hand. “Isn’t it exciting?” Martin said. Oh yes, the mask men who brought him here did explain what was expected from him. So, he ran. Fast. - Not fast enough – He was tackled by the poster boy himself. He was flattened to the ground by 200 pounds of pure muscles before he reached the street. Before getting up, Martin had ground his crotch on his ass, breathing on his neck. “I can’t wait to fuck your cherry away and give you my load” he had whispered. The two masked men were only few seconds away behind. And mad they were! But they didn’t hurt him too much. - you can’t play sport with two broken legs, so think hard, stupid! – His black eye, you asked? The official statement would be: “Alexander Cullen got a black eye when he tripped inadvertently while playing “Catch me if you can”, a friendly game well-known amongst fraternity. So Xander obediently followed the men inside the frathouse, down in the basement where he was tied to the floor by his balls - who knew they can be stretched so much – and by a second rope with a double hook in his nose at one end, running in his back, forcing his mouth to open then going through an eye-hook screwed in the concrete floor before being tied back to his balls. Just enough to allow a slight movement of the head. - My, my, what a nice fat tongue, hope you know how to use it - “You suck and you swallow. Everything. You bite and you become toothless.” one of the masked men told him. Without warning, the man hacked and hurled a huge glob of phlegm square on Xander’s tongue. Xander felt his stomach begin to churn as the slimy stuff slowly slid down in his mouth, leaving a tasting trail of tobacco. “Swallow” Xander shook his head, but a quick look at the man told him otherwise. And he did. - Obedience test drive successful – Then they just took turns spitting in his mouth, or letting it drip from one mouth to his. One of them swapped spit while kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue. The fun didn’t last long, the boys got bored rapidly, so they set an improvised gloryhole which consisted of a suspended bedsheet with a hole in I in front of him Martin was the first in line. He lowered the front of his sweatpants revealing his hard cock. Martin wasn't small either, a hard uncut 7 inches of meat choked him on the first thrust. - Laughs and high-fives - Then he pulled back. I could see his cock hanging in front of me. Waiting. Xander nervously took Martin’s dick in his mouth, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat and, like a fish in water, start sucking. Xander couldn't believe this was happening, but the sooner he got them off, the sooner they would let him go. Xander did not felt Martin’s entire body stiffen, and didn’t knew that he was about to received a hot fresh load of cum until he heard Martin grunts. “Eat my fucking poz load, pussy boy. As he came, he held Xander’s head tightly against his crotch. Xander was too preoccupied by gulping the massive load, and trying not to gag too much, to realize the implication of Martin’s words. Martin wanted every drop of his cum in Xander’s stomach, so he just continue pumping his cock on the top of the tongue. “Wrap your lips around my cock and stay still” And just like that, Xander got his first taste of piss. He spluttered some around the cock and jerked his head back, causing the tight rope around his balls to stretch them even more. Martin’s hands grabbed Xander in a wise-grip and let the stream of hot piss flow in the poor athlete. - More whooping and hollering - It was a wonderful morning for the frat boys whom all nutted a creamy poz load in the no-more virgin mouth. And some piss too. A small slap behind the head brought Xander back to the current moment. “So, do you understand the game?” Xander looked at the 2 roulettes, casino-like, on the table. Both were modified, the first one were still all numbers, but the red slots ranged from 210 to 960. - these are seconds - The black ones ranged from 1 to 100. - these are quantities - The second roulette were all words: fuck, piss, suck, jerk, balls, cum, ass, spit, DP, tits, fist, drink, foot, whip, kiss, etc. "What is jackpot?" “Ah! There are two of types of them, the red jackpot is where the guy chooses what he wants to do to you, and the black jackpot, you decide which guy. This is a tricky one, because if you pick a different bro, the first guy might be pissed at you and make it harder for you on the next round, but if you don’t select a bro that clearly told you to pick him, well, I can tell you, by experience, that he will definitely get back to you. The more Xander listened to this nonsense game, the less he wanted to play. "Now if both roulettes stop at, let’s say, 210 and fuck. You get fucked for 210 seconds. If you get 100 and balls. Then you get whatever the guy dishes to do with your balls, like 100 slaps. But don’t get too worried, the odds are in your favor. - And the guys are way more creative than just slapping balls - Instinctively, Xander wanted to cup his balls in a manner to protect them. They were so sore from the earlier stretching, and the multiple “accidental” sneakers kicks he received while he was blowing them, but his hands were still firmly lock to his neck. Martin laughed because he knew exactly what was going on in Xander’s head. He has been at his place before, fuck, they all were. They all got poz at this game. And true to their words, the HMS Corporation took care of them. Yeah, they were still athletes most days, but the rest of the time, nights and weekends, they were sex boys. They were living like millionaires, but at the end, they were all well-trained whores. Martin was now finger-fucking Xander and stroking his cock “Tsk, Tsk, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless we tell you” Xander had a nice cock and round egg-sized balls. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and he liked to show off a little while showering with his teammates. No homo. Just guys banters, you know. But at this really moment, he wished to have them covered and hidden from these crazy guys. There was a brown slot marked “Shithole” and Xander did not dare to ask what it means. He would probably faint. Many slots were showing a golden "+" sign which prompted Xander to ask. "You get a poz load. We are all HIV positive, thus our fraternity. Mostly all of us have a low viral count." "Mostly?" "Well, we can't be sure as some guys don't always follow the good doctor's orders." The guy smiled. This time Xander lost it. He had to run again and escape this madness. Martin had ceased his ministrations and wrapped his arms around Xander from behind, grinding his hardening cock against his ass. “Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, in this case I will call the men to pick you up; or simply tell us you want to play the game” The corporation methods were more threats than actions. - It works every time – “I’ll do it” Xander said “What?” “Since I have no choice, I’ll play the game” Martin spun him around and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t ask to be here. You are right. Now, this is all yours.” Martin unhooked his arms and fiddled with the collar buckle to remove it. Next, he bent down removing the walking restrainer at his ankle. Xander’s cock was not totally soft which didn’t go unnoticed to Martin and other frat boys. “Walk away or play” Walk would mean to go back to his abductors. What would happen to him then? He would be in unknown territory. Play, at least, meant that he knew what was coming... It would be disgusting, harsh, and so gay! “I’ll play” “To be clear, you are willingly accepting to play our little frat game? No more bullshit being forced. It is your own decision, right?” “Yes”, a resigned Xander replied. “Not good enough”, Martin said. “Bro, pass me the recorder.” “Now, I will record this to make sure there is no misunderstanding of what is and will happen here. For you and our own protection. I want you to state your name, age and that you understand the game and that you are a willing participant.” 19-year-old Alexander Cullen executed himself promptly. Anyone viewing the video would have no doubt that Xander wasn’t coerced into this. He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil. - As far as we know, he might as well have done it - A loud unanimous cheering came from all the 14 bros present. Beer was flowing and soon the frat boys were in party mode. Naked and in different states of arousal. To his surprise, Martin was not the first to spin the roulettes. "80!" "Kiss!" Xander was somewhat relieved! It might not be so bad after all. For sure it was homo shit – kissing a guy! For 80 seconds! – but if he closes his eyes, then he can pretend he was kissing some girls. “On your knees, faggot!” ordered the other guy and with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed Xander down on his knees. “But… but… it says kiss…” “Yeah! Kiss my ass!” the guy shouted, bringing another chorus of cheers amongst the frat boys. Xander was now facing a very hairy and sweaty hole. He leaned in and timidly puckered his lips and kiss is first manhole. - All captured on camera - Xander thought that the 80-second task was taking long. And he thought right! No one was counting the time! He had been kissing an ass for over 2 minutes before pulling back and expressed his outrage. “Did no one told you it was your job to count or time? Unh!... And me, I just thought you fell in love with my ass. It hurts my feelings! The hairy ass guy said out loud amid more laughter. “325 fuck” “480 fuck” “380 lick” “220 suck” Unable to see the roulettes as he spends most of his time either on his knees or bent over a bench, Xander wondered if they were making up the tasks as no small number came out or excluding his ass or mouth in what would have been 2 hours since the game started. - Wish granted - “One” the guy exclaimed and waiting for the second roulette to stop spinning, prolonging the suspense. “Piss!” Xander could have believed the guy had just won a million dollars as he was beyond ecstatic, at the same time he was trying to find a way to get out of this task. He sadly remembered the acrid bitter taste of Martin’s piss, and decided he wasn’t an adept. “I’ll will suck you instead” he offered, “for 10, no 20 minutes!” “Are you crazy?” the guy said “I need to piss badly! I have stomach cramps for at least half an hour. Quick! Get back on your knees and drink my wicked piss!” Xander had no time to think about anything else as the tall guy jabbed his slim average size cock and let a strong stream of hot piss in the warm mouth below him. - Drink or drown - The guy pissed a torrent, and it overflowed, running down his torso, wetting his pubes to form a small puddle under him. No one said anything. Once done, the tall guy leaned down and French kiss Xander passionately, mixing his spit with the remaining piss. It was a passionate kiss. This guy was really into it. And a good kisser too. Then the roulette game was ready to resume. It was a little past midnight. Xander saw Martin coming towards the table, fully erected. Not the biggest amongst the guys, but Martin sure knew how to use it. A mighty cock. “Stand up”, he ordered me. “You did very well, you turned out to be a good player. As a reward, I will let you spin the roulettes for me” Xander was dubious about the reward, but somehow flattered and excited to participate. - Boys and their toys - As the first roulette spinned, Martin came closer to Xander, behind him, and reached his nipples, toying with them erotically while licking the inside of his ear. “Hey! Xander falsely protested. His brain was all confused with all the sexual activities, and his body was unwillingly responsive to the stimulation. “14” was announced “Mmmh… this is the perfect number. Open your mouth” Martin leaned in close, very close, that it looked like Martin would kiss him. With two of his fingers, Martin kept the mouth open and spit in it 3 or 4 times, then kissed him deeply. “Spin the roulette and seal you fate” - As if the devil knew – “Poz” Xander looked at the marble in the roulette, stopped in one of the "+" slot, then up at Martin “For real? 14 fucks?” “I’m afraid so, baby. Me and my bros wouldn’t have it another way. Let’s find a bed. I want you on your back and see your face when I give you my first poz load in that sweet little ass” *** Joey was exhausted and impressed. He survived. He never thought the horse cock would fit in his ass. The businessman took his time to prove him wrong. His ass was sore and blinking on its own. Joey had no control anymore as the ass ring was pulsing like a heartbeat. The cock went deep in his gut, poking his stomach from the interior, depositing a lot of poz cum, so deep it would never see the light, ever. Joey’s life was transformed. The businessman had explained to Joey, between load 2 and 3, what he needed to know about the HMS Corporation and how he was owned by it. That Joey would get trained, differently, and he was expected to comply. Dimitri would make sure of it. An hour later, Joey was bagged and shipped to his new orientation camp where Adam had just completed – and failed – his cocksucking lesson. The man that showed up for a one-on-one meeting was different than his previous trainers. Adam rapidly understood that it would be worse than the last hours of cocksucking he went through. Fingers were shoved on each side of his mouth, widening it to the extreme and holding the position. Adam had tried to grab the man’s wrist to stop it, but the man was stronger than him. A couple of strong knee jerks to his groin made it clear that he was not to resist. He found himself on the floor, deploring his small thrashed balls while the man reattached his hands to the collar. He didn’t notice the fingers were gone until they returned to insert a spider gag. The man turned little screws on each side of the ring, increasing the ‘O’ formed by his mouth to a new level. “If a man ever feel teeth again or even the shadow of a tooth on his cock, I will knock all your teeth. It is not a threat; it is a promise. So, you better put some effort into your lesson and become a first-class cocksucker.” Adam was left on the floor, saliva slowly drooling on his chin.

Have you ever been fist fucked by multiple men all day, night or weekend? How wrecked was your hole afterwards? My two most extreme ff gangbang experiences were Gran Canaria and Cape Town. I can't remember which club it was in Gran Canaria or how I ended up in a sling opposite where people were queueing for the toilet. Oddly it didn't look like a sex club when I first entered 15 minutes prior. The light from the toilet shone on my ass and i was in that sling for hours so everyone at the club had a good look at some point. The stranger that put me in the sling fucked me raw and invited others to have a go or let them when they asked. Every man that fucked me afterwards said I had the sloppiest and loosest hole they've ever fucked. In Cape Town on a 2 week vacation I was taken to a hotel that had a room with a sling. He invited several friends that invited more and I was available for use by the hotel guests.

I love wearing cock rings and have several. My favorite is a thick chrome donut. It comes in 2 halfs and joins magnetically so it’s easy to put on and get off. It’s a real tight fit and it gets me super hard. I like to wear it under my sweats so it shows of my semi hard cock and it feel amazing when I’m fucking each time I thrust my cock in his hole.

yeah add another in the camp of if my cock is in you, I'm cumming in you. I don't pull out for anyone men or women, my seed always get shot inside. There's no point in sex to me unless I can leave part of me swimming in whoever I'm fucking. roughtly 350-400 holes so far and counting, I love spreading my seed.

Chapter 1 We meet in the lobby of his hotel. I’m turned on. And nervous. I recognize him instantly. He smiles — calm, confident. There’s a subtle bulge in his pants. His poisonous cock, his desire, visible. We sit down in a quiet corner. I take the armchair. He chooses the sofa. We order water. His name is Florian. Small talk — the weather, his trip. Then he starts playing with my feet under the table. He pats the empty seat beside him. "Henning, come over here." I sit next to him. Feel his warm hand on my thigh. He leans in. Fingers lift my chin. A kiss — soft, but certain. "Let’s go upstairs, Henning." In the elevator, we kiss again. Deeper this time. His hand slides to my ass. He feels my jock-strap. Mine moves to that bulge in his pants. And yes — there’s something big waiting.

Prologue The first warm days of spring. Everything tingling. Hormones. Naughty thoughts. A profile – his profile. Few words, but strong energy. I message him. Just like that. “Hey hey.” He replies fast. “What are you into? What's your status?” I type back without thinking: “Tested negative for HIV. Not taking Prep. Raw. Mostly bottom. Risk turns me on.” I’m hard instantly. How will he respond? Will he even reply? I’m 45. He’s maybe 35. “I’m poz, on meds. If that’s your thing, I’ll make sure you’re dripping with my HIV cum after. Real. Raw. No protection.” I read it twice. Feel the pressure building. A fantasy wakes up. We write more. Pictures: He looks attractive, normal build. A handsome, and a poz guy. Myself, average build, naked in the woods, bent over a tree trunk. Exposed. Words that hit. No small talk, no games. He says he’ll be in my city soon. Business trip. Wants to know if I’m truly in. If I’ll show him I’m ready. I nod – even though he can’t see it. Mail after mail, the tension grows. He writes: “If we lock this in, I want it real. I will stop my meds then. No halfway bullshit.” I’m rock hard. Finally. Someone who means it. “I want to be your poz Dad, Boy. So you'll make a test. Just before I'm fucking you.” One sentence. And my mind explodes. Pre dripping. Nothing’s certain yet. But the thought is there. Deep. Three weeks later. You're in town. You stopped your meds two weeks ago. I'm still off Prep. It becomes real. Today. 2 p.m.

I usally don't mix my play with the gym or my gym routine. However, I made a huge exception with this bro that I've seen at the gym quite abit. Picture 5'11, 198 pounds of solid beef, curly black hair, brown eyes, pecs and a huge white boy bubblebutt in short gym shorts! We chatted abit and then headed over to his place for beers. I found out real quick his GF is outta town and he wanted to fuck! I told him that he'd first have to sit that fat ass on my face! I tongued that bro cunt like no tomorrow as he jerked off, got hard, then fucked me ! His fucking babies leaked outta my ass afterwards as he sat back on my face and I flossed my teeth with his butt crack hair and shot my load!

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.

I have an occasional fuckbuddy who breeds me every couple of months. He doesn't live in my town but when he is around he likes to leave a load in my ass. He's married to a woman I think. He never kisses me - he fucks my mouth and my ass, deposits a load in my ass, makes me clean his dick afterwards and leaves. He has a slightly above average cock that my ass can accommodate fairly easily with some lube and poppers. I got an SMS from him today asking if I was available. I said yes and we agreed a time. He replied saying he was with his 'nephew' and would I service them both. Naturally I agreed. He told me his nephew was not out so I needed to wear a blindfold. I trust my fuckbuddy as he has been reliable for a number of years so I agreed. When my doorbell rang I buzzed them in, put on the blindfold and assumed the position - kneeling on the bed with my face on the mattress and my ass in the air. Maybe they needed quick relief. When they arrived the 'nephew' (not sure he was really my fuckbuddy's nephew but I played along) commented on how old I was (to his uncle). I am 66 years old so not young. Don't worry about that, you can do what you want to him - he's obedient. The nephew unzipped his trousers and placed the most enormous uncut cock into my mouth. It smelled slightly cheesy -like he'd had a shower the day before but had taken a piss a few time. I got to work cleaning it - running my tongue under his foreskin and feeling it grow into an absolute monster cock. His uncle tongued my asshole as I sucked the younger's pole. I heard him reach for lube and felt the head of his cock plunge into me. He started a rhythmic pounding which felt good while his nephew had my head in his hand while he roughly facefucked me. I gagged on his monster cock but he didn't let up. Eventually they swapped places - I tasted my assjuices from my fuckbuddy's tool. Thankfully he had loosened my hole as the assault that was about to hit it would have been impossible. I asked for poppers which were passed to me. Even with the poppers it was a tight fit. After a few thrusts i felt my splincter expand into a sloppy open bottom the young man violated my cunt. I was just a slab of fuckmeat for them - fully blindfolded - as they took turns on my mouth and ass. The uncle suggested a double fuck. To his nephew. My consent was assumed - correctly. He rolled over onto his back with his cock still buried in my gut. My ass my in the air as is uncle slowly eased his cockhead into me. It was so tight and slighlty painful that deep thrusts were not possible. It must have felt good as in a short space of time his shot what felt like a thick load into me. He dismounted and made me suck him clean. The nephew continued his anal assault until I felt his tense up and eventually he exploded in my. His cock was too sensitive for me to clean but he shoved three fingers into my hold, scooped out a blend of cum and forced it into my mouth which I greedily swallowed. 'I told you he was good' said my fuckbuddy. 'Yeah he was pretty good' came the reply. They got dressed and quickly left. I removed the blindfold, I got an SMS 30 minutes later to say they had enjoyed themselves. I want to become the nephew's bitch. Getting a slab of meat like that in me again on a regular basis would be a very good thing.

My hole

You never know what other people are thinking or how it lands with them so I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s best not to engage, and not to let it affect you. A simple «ok» or a smileyface is a good answer and then you don’t think about it more. If he keeps harassing you block obviously. Im in Paris now and obviously taking some dick and connecting with other cum pigs (found 2 already! Yay! 🙌🏻). I had a guy message me last night with just a 😈 face as the first message. As I wasn’t wasting time I said I had 2 loads in and if he wanted a cumsloppy fuck. He replied immediately with a barrage of insults about how disgusted he was and how I should NOT message him. Like fine dude I just said «ok :)», then a couple more insults and then he ran out of steam. Water off a ducks back, no harm done, found the 3rd and last guy of the night 2 min later 😉

Friday got off work early and checked out the bookstore. It's in a rural location which keeps it interesting. Went to the gay movie theater section which is kept almost completely dark except for the light from the video playing. Leaned against the wall and waited. Skinny otter type guy approached me and started rubbing my dic. His paints were unbuttoned with the zipper down. I reached around back and found a nicely lubed asshole. He said he had just arrived and was looking to get fucked. No problem I said. We moved to a section with semiprivate booths where he backed onto me. It was a nice slow to moderate fuck which ended with me giving him a load followed by him cleaning me off.

My step-brother and I are taking loads together at the double tree downtown July 19 and 20. No loads refused. Where are the nasty Philly breeders? Sniffies ad will be posted.

The 2 guys postponed the Monday meeting until just now. They have just left. I was blindfolded and in a jockstrap when i buzzed them in. Neither fucked me but both came in my mouth and I ate every drop of their sperm. I want the huge-cocked nephew to destroy my hole again though.

At a sauna yesterday, got fucked on a sling. Guy shot a huge load. So slutty to walk around with cum dripping out. Later got fisted in the dark room, no further lube required. Shot my cum on the top. Nice visit.

I douche most days using a douche attachment to shower hose, followed an application of Vit E cream. I feel much cleaner this way and ready for a fuck, fist or toy. so far not aware of any problem arising.

Freshly fucked

Get a pump.

This was a busy week, I got fucked and bred once a day by different men. One guy, a sexy grad student at the university in town. I haven’t taken his cock in a while, but scheduled a session with him. He and I made out passionately. He’s fit and trim and handsome to look at and make out with. I sucked him good and hard then slid down his cock and rode him cowgirl style. I then got on my back and begged him to make out while breeding me. He came really hard while driving his cock balls deep. Love how I can feel his cock throbbing inside me. I squeezed hard using my ass muscles to clamp down and get every drop of cum inside me. He did finger me good after and feed me his cum. Next day I took a load from a young man who’s fucked me good the past couple months. He’s tall, super fit,, lean and 19 with a huge uncut cock. He always gets in very deep and can pound my ass so good. He busted a massive load. The next day was my weekly regular fuck stud David Beckham look alike. He’s super ly hung and has a huge ballsack. I always suck him hard, suck his balls, he eats me out and breeds me so good. He delivered a big load. Thursday is an out of towner staying at nearby hotel with easy access from parking. He’s mid 30’s Texan with a hot body, hair in all the right places, super masculine and smells so good. We make out, suck him hard. He’s packing 8” and I deep throat him. Somehow my gag reflex has gone away. Probably from sucking so much cock the past month. I’ve got really good lung capacity so I can suck deep, hold my breath while stroking cock with my throat muscles. After a bit, I get on my back, left my legs up to expose my pussy and let him slide in. My ass is more loose this week from all the cock I’ve taken. He gets in with one solid push and I’m in heat as he’s pistoning in and out and had me have some nice anal orgasms without cumming. I finally shot my load as he reached orgasm and pumped his sperm inside me. Friday was a quick hookup on the side of the running trail where I knew there were cruising happening. I was on sniffles and saw a guy nearby on the app. I contacted him and sled if he needed to fuck. He did, I met up and we went down a path out of view and I pulled my shorts down to expose my hole. I sucked him to get him wet and hard. He drove his spit covered cock inside me and fucked really hard. I was up against a tree to brace myself while he rammed his cock so hard and deep inside my ass. His cock was huge, very hard, and slight curve to it. After about 10 mins he finally nutted inside me. I pulled up my jock and jogging shorts and continued on my run, squeezing my ass to keep his seed inside me. In fact all the men this week I made sure to keep their loads inside me all night. I wanted to absorb all their sperm and let it soak into my pussy. I’ve let my ass recover the past two days, but I’ll probably get back to cock tomorrow morning when I do another run.

@Medwaym As always, thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast Yeah, just sucks getting sick and then getting thrust into the busiest part of the year at work @kitpig Yeah, just sucks this is always the busiest time of the year for my field, only second to winter @KinkyTallBottom I have been, just been nuts at work Again, sorry for the delay. Been busy working 70+ hours every week at work, picking up a ton of shifts, working on a few major projects on my house, doctors appointments, and just life in general. Hopefully now that the projects are pretty much done for now, I should have a little more free time. Also, been working on something with someone on here. Can't really share anything yet as we had a major wrench thrown in the plans, but expect something hopefully soon on this. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 7- Business Growth Strategies Through Diversification Slowly, I made my way upstairs, letting Greg lead the way until we entered the master suite. My eyes grew big as I took in the sight. A massive bed, larger than any I had seen before took up much of the room, with a closed set of double doors, which I presumed went to the massive bathroom on one side, and a large open door to a walk in closet on the opposite wall. “Jeez, this bed is huge…” I said out loud, slowly walking towards the bed before flopping down face first and letting out an appreciative groan. The thick pillow top of the mattress let my body sink in, making me feel nearly weightless. “Heh, yeah, they call it an Alaskan king,” Greg said, flopping beside me and slowly rubbing his hand on my naked ass, occasionally slipping his finger into my flooded and loose hole, “Makes for a lot of space for orgies.” “And for having sex fueled sleep overs with sexy little cum pigs like you,” Mike said, coming into the room, holding a few bottles of water. Lazily, I flopped over onto my back and watched as Greg got up and walked over to Mike, as the two exchanged a deep kiss. Slowly, I felt my cock stir inside the cage, unable to get hard as I watched the two men continue to make out. Eventually, they broke the kiss and turned to me, motioning at the bed. “Go ahead and crawl in bed, we all could use a quick nap to recharge,” Mike said, before he and Greg went over to the walk in closet. Slowly, I shuffled up the bed, sinking into the mattress easily. Finally, I made it to the top and pulled back the covers before sliding under the comforter. Both men quickly returned, now naked and joined me under the sheets, Mike on one side, Greg on the other. I quickly found myself feeling drowsy, as my body began to relaxing into the deep pillowtop. Slowly, Mike gripped my chin and turned my head towards his, locking lips with me as he deeply kissed me, his tongue slithering around mine. I could taste the cigar and pipe smoke in his spit before he broke the kiss, turning my head towards Greg. “Don’t forget to give Daddy and I a kiss goodnight, boy,” Greg said, before turning over and shutting the lights off on the switch next to the bed. As I then made out Mike, I felt as Greg turned my lower body so that my ass was against his groin. Slowly, Mike and I broke apart as well, and after fully turning onto my side, I slowly drifted off to sleep, my hand draped over Mike’s cock and balls. ——— I woke up groggily what felt like a few hours later to the feeling of Mike holding my tight against him, his hard cock pressed right at the entrance of my hole, threatening to breech it with just a slight movement. Slowly I pushed my ass back, enjoying the feeling as Mike’s cock slowly slid deep inside me. Instantly, Mike let out a sleepy groan and pushed his hard cock in deeper. I let out a shaky sigh, and slowly began to work my ass back and forth on his cock, enjoying the achy feeling of my well used ass getting stretched out again, using the previous cum loads in my hole as lube. After a few minutes, Mike grabbed both arms around me and growled softly in my ear. “Mmmmm, does that hungry boy hole need a midnight snack from Daddy,” he asked, punctuating the question with a hard slam deep in my hole. Slowly, I twisted myself slightly and locked lips with him, making out as he slowly began to work his thick cock in and out of my hole. Eventually, I broke away from the kiss and looked over at Greg, who now appeared to be slightly awake, his covers now slid off and working his hardening cock in the dim light of the room. “Looks like a pretty hungry hole there,” Greg said, shaking his cock at me, “Roll him over babe.” Quizzically, I looked at Greg, as Mike suddenly grabbed my legs and brought my knees to my chest before rolling us both back on to his back, cock still lodged in my hole. I watched as Greg slowly got up on his knees and shuffled over to between Mike’s legs. Suddenly, he gave his hard dick a few shakes. “Open wide boy,” he said, grinning, before pushing his dick against my already filled hole, “Daddy and I are gonna give you an extra helping of man meat.” Slowly, Greg began to push his hard dick into my hole, alongside Mike’s cock. I let out pained groan, feeling as though my ass was splitting in two. Slowly my ass began to open as the second large cock slid into me. “FUCK,” Greg growled, before finally giving a solid slam and seating himself deep alongside Mike’s cock. I groaned more and breathed hard, willing myself to relax at the intense stretching of my ass. After a few moments, Mike and Greg slowly started pistoning in and out of my hole, using the cum in my ass as lubricant. After several minutes, the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as I began to get used to the stretching sensation. “Pig boy seems to love getting stretched out, babe,” Mike said, a smile across his face, “Making his tight hole fucking milk my cock here.” I began to push back on the two cocks, mentally trying to make my hole squeeze down on their cocks. This caused Greg to groan happily, as he started to fuck my ass faster. “You close babe,” Greg asked, grabbing on my waist and helping me slam down on both their dicks, “Want to shoot together in his hole?” “Fuck yeah, getting pretty close,” Mike groaned. The pace picked up even more, and suddenly I felt one then both cocks twitch inside my ass, before Greg let out a loud growl, and then my ass felt like it was flooded by two cocks shooting at once. I suddenly felt my balls pull tight against my body as my cum shot through the slit on the cock cage, drooling out a large load onto Mike’s stomach. Greg slowly pulled out his spent, cum covered cock out of my ass before rolling me over and off of Mike’s cock. Grabbing my head, Mike pushed my head towards his stomach, wordlessly directing me to clean my load off his body. I went lower and licked Mike’s cock clean before turning my head and sucking the remaining cum on Greg’s spent cock. Exhausted, I flopped back on my back as Greg got up and walked over to his side of the bed, grabbing two of the water bottles. Handing one to me, I opened it and took several gulps. Handing the bottle back wordlessly to him, I flopped back against the pillow, once again spent and exhausted. Greg climbed back into the bed again, this time pulling me against him as we all three drifted asleep. ——— Two more times in the night I was bred, first by Greg and then again by Mike. This time, each one fucked a load in my ass solo silently before we drifted back to sleep. Eventually, I woke up as Mike was getting up and getting dressed. “Got to go in to work for a few hours, sexy boy. I’ll be back by the time you and Greg get done running a errand,” he explained, before kneeling on the bed and kissing me deeply. I nodded and laid back, feeling as Greg’s yet again hard cock pressed against my hole. “Have fun babe,” Greg said groggily, playfully pressing his cock hard against my ass, letting jus the head pop in. Mike quickly left the room, smiling and shaking his head, as Greg continued to tease my hole. Finally, he pulled out, and turned to look at the clock. “Come on, time to get up and get ready,” he said, shucking the covers off of both of us. Slowly I got up, stretching and feeling my back pop, as my ass throbbed. Quietly, I followed Greg back into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and we both showered in silence, feeling my self get turned on when he turned to me and aimed his cock at me, covering me in a shower of his dark morning urine. I knelt down on my knees as he pissed on me and once he finished, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the last remaining drops off of his dick, causing him to happily groan. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, slowly fucking his cock into my mouth, “Suck that man piss out of my dick.” Satisfied it was clean, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned for me to stand up before shutting off the water. “Time to get dressed and run a few errands,” Greg chuckled, before giving my locked cock a few tugs. We walked back into the bedroom as Greg went to the closet, pulling out a plain pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, tossing them at me. “Try these on, see if they fit,” he said, before walking back into the closet. Slowly, I pulled each on, impressed to see each fit pretty much perfectly. Turning around I watched as Greg walked out of the closet, wearing a olive grey shirt and khaki shorts. “Fit ok?” He asked walking over to the door, not waiting for my answer. “Yeah, thanks for the change of clothes…” I said, quietly following him down stairs and into the garage, as we both entered his gleaming black SUV in silence. Greg started up the vehicle and as we pulled out, he handed me a pair of sunglasses, before pulling on a pair of his own. I looked around for a second before he spoke. “Don’t worry, windows are tinted, nobody will recognize you,” he said, slowly rubbing his hand up my thigh after shifting the car into drive. We sat in silence for a few minutes as he drove towards a part of town I wasn’t as familiar with, his hand rubbing and squeezing my thigh, turning me on and continuing to make the cock cage well known to me. “So, boy,” he began, slowly reaching my balls and fondling them, “Tell me about this late night hookup in the park.” Slowly, I gulped and slowly began my recount of the encounter, starting at the found condom in the woods and my thoughts on it before finally ending on the guy in the woods. During my retelling, Greg would occasionally reach back over and adjust his cock in his pants, the story obviously turning him on. Finally, he spoke. “So, boy, Daddy and I were talking, and its time we set up some ground rules,” he said, as he calmly pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. I nodded, and waited. “First off, you will continue your smoking and we want you to start collecting used condoms full of cum,” Greg explained, reaching to my sweatpants and slowly working a finger up to my puffy, well used hole, “Daddy and I noticed that full condom with random spunk in it and have a fun plan for you on it. As long as its fresh and warm, collect the condom loads. Also, you can blow anyone you want. So what you did the other night is ok in our book.” I nodded, shifting slightly as his finger poked into my asshole, the nail dragging slightly on the swollen skin. “Next, no more shaving and no more cutting your hair. Daddy and I want something to grab on to while fucking you. In fact, we want to shape you into our perfect son. So that means we decide on you getting tattoos and piercings, and we want you addicted to smoking,” he said, adding a second finger in my ass, “You can give input and ask for things you like, and we will consider it, but you will do as we ask. Because you want to be our boy.” This time, I let out a shaky breath and a nod, my cock painful as my dick tried to harden, trapped against the walls of the cage. “Third, when ever we tell you to come over, you will stop what your doing, and come over to service us,” he said, grinning, shoving a third finger in as if to drive the point home, “If there is something major that you absolutely can’t leave, you will tell us ahead of time, but otherwise, when we tell you to come over, you come over.” I groaned, feeling the fingers sliding in and out of my ass, the nails on his fingers occasionally catching and causing me to flinch. “Last, taking loads. Unless me and Daddy tell you otherwise, any guy that fucks you will have to wrap up. You can save their load in the condom, and tell them its for the plan we have for you, “ he said, finally working the fourth digit into my ass lips, causing me to groan louder, “Anyone who we’ve told you can load your piggy hole is allowed free access, or who can show you a text message saying we gave them permission to use your sweet hole. Got it?” I nodded, breathing hard as Greg slowly worked the four fingers in and out of my ass slowly. He smiled before suddenly pulling them out and shutting off the car. “We’re here at your first field trip, boy,” he said, opening the door and slamming it shut, waiting for me to exit as well and follow him into the building. The nondescript shopping center had a few shops in it, ranging from a Boba Tea Shop, to a tanning salon, and a few other places. However, dead ahead was one that piqued my curiosity. Brewer Cigar, Tobacco and Men’s Gift Shop, the sign above the entrance read. The sign on the door said closed, however, and I went to tell Greg as such when he pulled out a large bundle of keys and unlocked the door, letting both of us in before turning around and locking it behind us. “You in here yet, Ben?” Greg called out, as I looked around the store. Various pipes and tobacco were on display, as well as he opposite wall with various men’s gift things, like humidors, ashtrays, custom lighters, golf bags, paperweights, and the like. Slowly I walked around the room, taking everything in as a muffled voice came from the back room. “Yeah, just grabbing some inventory from the back,” the voice yelled out in a deep booming bass. Out walked out a tall and heavy set man with muscles and a thick beard, unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth. In his hands was several boxes of cigars, each displaying a different name. “Hey man, got here earlier than I though you would,” Ben said, before reaching around and giving Greg a large hug. “Yeah, made good Tim going across town. Mike sends his love,” Greg said, looking around before stepping behind the counter. “Who’s this then?” Ben said, suddenly turning towards me, and embracing me in a hug as well. “That’s our latest ‘project’,” Greg said, smiling as I could almost see the quotations around the word in the air, “Loved what Jay and Gordon did with theirs, and decided we had to have one as well. Figured we’d bring him out and about for a few errands.” Suddenly I felt Ben’s meaty hand slowly drifting down, running under the loose grey sweatpants and firmly gripping my ass cheek, one of his fingers gently probing at my hole. “I’m the first to take a crack at him other than you two,” he asked, before pulling his finger out and giving my ass another squeeze. “Yeah,” Greg said, turning around and looking at the wall full of pipes, “Mike figured you could use a pick me up after your break up, and we figured you’d be more than willing to help Riley here out with a nice discount on getting turned into a real smoking man.” “Fuck yeah, think I can be more than willing to give him a few pipes and cigars, maybe more depending on how good a time we have,” Ben growled, smiling, “He a virgin to smoking?” “No, sadly, we got the pleasure of starting him,” Greg said, smiling, “But he is one that’s always more than eager to please, aren’t you boy? Has quite the warm and inviting hole too, and you would know he skipped breakfast. Maybe you could help out with giving him a protein shake or something…” I nodded, feeling somewhat turned on with how their were talking about me, like a pet or some sort of sex slave. Which if I thought about it, I was in a way. “Fuck yeah, think I think I can come up with something in the lounge,” he said, grinning. Slowly he lead me to the door marked Cigar Lounge and shut the door behind us.

Athlete Two Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes. It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up. He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock. He was small down there, thus his nickname. He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it. Except for the nickname. But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls. Adam didn’t know how long he was there. Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet. It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag. He was alone. So, he thought. Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked. “Are you gay, Adam?” “No… why… who are y… Arrrrgh! Fuck…!” While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls. “You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked. Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls. “Yes” “It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack. “Yes sir” Adam replied quickly. “You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?” How the man knew that? Adam thought for a few seconds. Surely, he is fishing! The second man gently move the ruler over his balls. Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless. A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body. No fat there. The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question. “No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”. Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing. Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair. All exposed. Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings. He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats. “It is movie time, Adam.” The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant. The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely. The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs. “Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought. “There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy. “Pick a number between 1 and 675” Adam frowned. “What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go” For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers. “500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body. “Good choice” To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater. The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple. “Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle. Adam froze. The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom! How was it possible? Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way. He was dancing, moving his hips. If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips. Some men in the room were cheering and laughing. Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time. He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week! Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house. Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible. Another cheering forced him to open his eyes. The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me. So good” Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher. The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly. “Still not gay, Pickle?” The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock. “We have time for another movie. Pick another number” Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675. Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed. As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy. You will be able to watch all of them” “A copy!?” Adam asked incredibly. “Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave. Your choice really” Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money. “If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen” The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return. Adam just nodded. “579 it is! Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise. All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time. A 7-hour movie. No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass. The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day. He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering. The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom “You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass. The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked “Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said. The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank. The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck. “Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh… fuck… fuuuuuck…” It was over. Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive. Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. “Clean it” Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum. After that, it was cock after cock. He was just a cum dump for men with real cock. When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed. The first man with the deep voice was there. Adam watched him removing his clothes. If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing. “Oh fucking shit, the man was huge! His cock was thick. Thicker than any other men that fucked him today. And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically. The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did. Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction. The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass. Adam felt being a virgin again. After this fuck, he will never be the same again. “You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck. *** While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men. They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him. Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over. He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment. “Now, identify the owner of the balls” “What?…” a disturbed Joey asked. He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls. Joey failed miserably. His punishment was a success. His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future. “Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him. “Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

I won't forget my second, third or fourth either. My first is also my first regular cock. He said it's going to take a while for him to get tired of fucking my little ass. Last night, just after he sighed after first pushing inside doggy, he grabbed me by the hair, wrapped me a choke hold and whispered in my ear: "No one else will ever be able to make your ass his custom made hole". Then he fucked me slow, with long strokes as he choked me, giving me barely enough air. My god, I never knew that was a kink I would love. I get the impression he's working me up to his desired bdsm level. I'm so excited by that thought. My count is now four loads in my ass. I've also swallowed his nut four times now. Viagra is just wonderful haha. He knows how to use a boy. Lots of ass to mouth, and he likes to press my cheeks together and fuck my crack--though I think he does this because he is too close, and needs a break because he isn't done fucking me. It's hot how he cares only for himself. He brought a cage for me and I haven't touched my cock since Friday. I'm going a little mad. I was close to cumming hands free this morning, but I made the mistake of telling him and he pulled out and made me finish him in my mouth. I haven't earned a release yet apparently. His ratio is 1:10 (at least) and then it's handsfree or nothing. Two more cums for him and then maybe I get one. This morning, I woke to him manhandling me. I wasn't even fully awake before he pushed his cock in. It was a wonderful haze before I became fully conscious. My favorite is when he pins me under his bulk. I can hardly breathe, let alone move. His cock is tapered, so it's thinner at the top, but gets quite thick near the base. He loves my make me grunt in pain when he's balls deep. Then he fucks me with short, hard, fast stabbing strokes. It was the pain and pleasure combo that was going to make me cum. I never knew being a fuck hole would be this sublime.

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.

There are "many" sex activities that get me aroused but, ever since my first fist I really felt a legitimate pig. Being cock & piss hungry, taking fist was the ultimate until guys started fisting me & then inserting their cocks to jerk off inside me, leaving an explosion 💥 of cumm behind them. The sensations were incredible & sent a feeling of electrocution tingles through me. I now considered myself a TRUE loose, sloppy, cock hungry sex pig. A cunt jerk off is truly the ultimate erotic, sexual paradise can offer.

Chapter Eight Jack fucked me until I passed out again. When I woke up it was day and I was in the bed alone. First thing I did was race to the bathroom and try to force my dick down to piss. It felt like a gallon came out before it even slowed. When I was done I was still hard, not a new thing for me at all. There was a shower and I was obviously ripe so I climbed in to hose myself off. I was sore all over, it felt like I had hit it way too hard at the gym and every muscle I had was paying for it now. My dick would not go down so it decided for me to toss one off before the day started. I lathered it up and began to stroke, my mind wandering to the way Cheryl looked riding my cock in her bedroom. I stroked and stroked, imaging every position I could with her but nothing. If anything I was getting soft. Shit, now I was horny and my dick was on strike. “Fuck it,” I said looking around for some shampoo or something. There was a caddy in the back and along with various bottles, a clear rubber dick was just sitting there like that was normal. It was huge, I mean not me huge but fucking big. I pulled it out to laugh at it and saw there was a suction cup on the end of it. Not sure why it needed one but I stroked my dick, trying to compare the lengths. For some reason holding the fake dick was turning me on, which was weird. My ass kept relaxing, like opening and closing and my dick was really responding. “Oh come on,” I muttered as I realized what the suction cup was for. No, no way. I was not doing this. Whatever happened last night was last fucking night and I refuse to keep doing it. Jack and Mr. Blackthorn got me drunk and that was that. No way I am doing that gay shit again... My dick was sticking straight up as flashes of last night played out in my mind. “NO.” I said gritting my teeth, but my dick was not budging. I put the dick down and started to stroke again, every single naked woman I could image flashing through my mind, but not one reaction from my cock. I started stroking faster but nothing, god I was so fucking horny, I needed to cum. But my dick was playing games. I moved one hand behind me and slipped a soapy finger inside of me, just to see if it did anything. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I slid two fingers in. “Shit, shit...” I panted as I fingerfucked myself. My cock was loving this and I felt my own ass back into my fingers. It was turning me on, but not enough. I couldn't get my fingers deep enough to get me off, though I was trying my hardest. I stopped to catch my breath, and looked down at the dick. My mouth actually watered as I looked at it. “God fucking damnit!” I swore, grabbing the plastic dick and slamming the end to the far wall. It hung there, bobbing on the wall, waiting for me. “Just one time,” I said to myself, “Just get myself off and then it's over.” I lathered up my ass and then covered the plastic dick as well, and backed myself up against it. I had to spread my own cheeks to get it access, it took a couple of stabs before I was able to get the thick head to my hole. Once wedged in I pushed back, my ring expanding around the girth, a loud gasp escaping my mouth as it popped inside of me. “Oh god...”I moaned as I pushed it farther and farther into me. Once my ass was against the wall I pulled off of it, the whole length of it sliding out of my tight ass, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Before the head could pop out I pushed back hard, and the whole length penetrated me, flashes of light danced in front of my eyes. The shower wasn't that big and I was pretty tall so I was able to plant my hands on one side of the shower while my ass backed up onto the other. I started to rock onto the plastic cock, relishing the way my ass felt as it plunged in and out of me as I moved. God this felt fucking incredible, as the familiar fog of my libido descended on me I realized I wished it was bigger. Not caring anymore I began to slam myself back onto the cock as hard as I could. I wanted it deeper...no I needed it deeper. My ass was hungry and I needed more in me. “Not an ass...” a voice trailed through my mind. No one was here, no would could hear me... “Fuck my pussy,” I panted as I reared back, “Yeah, shove it in my jock pussy...fill me...breed me daddy...” Just the word daddy made my cock jerk and I realized I was close to cumming already. “Fuck your boy, please daddy fuck your jock bitch...” My words were pushing me over the edge and the sound of my ass slapping against the wall as my tight pussy swallowed the whole length of the cock was loud as shit. “Harder, fuck me harder daddy...please...fuck your jock...” Images of Jack and Blackthorn raced through my head, my imagination pretending it was one of them behind me. I was really going at it now, my ass was aching for this dick, my pussy was hungry...so hungry. The images moved from guys on the team fucking me and then just random guys I'd seen in the hall. My teachers...my friends...strangers...all their cocks...in me...filling me... My cock exploded on it's own, I hadn't even touched it and it was firing off loads of cum like it was my first wet dream. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I chanted as my jock pussy clenched down on the dick again and again and again. Finally I just stood there, plastic dick in my ass, cum dripping off my abs down into the drain. I slowly pulled myself off the dick and I swear, my ass felt an ache as it left. I stood up and rinsed myself off, my dick still half swollen even after all that. What the fuck was wrong with me? I felt guilty and ashamed but also, so, so fucking turned on. I got out and dried off, my clothes were on a chair waiting for me. I got dressed, grabbed my keys and raced downstairs. I didn't know if someone was there or not, I just ran to my car and took off. I needed to get home, needed to clear my head. Needed to get this shit out of my brain. I got home and my dad was at work and my mom must have been shopping. I took another shower, this time without fucking myself, and changed my clothes. I felt a thousand times better, more like myself. What happened yesterday was like a dream, not real. Like it had happened to someone else. That wasn't me, that was just...insanity. I checked the time and saw I could still make my afternoon classes and practice if I booked. I grabbed my stuff and headed back to school, sure that whatever all that was it was over. I walked into the lunchroom and grabbed some food and sat down with the guys, “What's up? I asked. “Hey man, how's it hanging?” one of them asked. “Little to the left but I manage.” We all laughed and I felt my last doubts fade, yeah that was all behind me now. “Hey you,” Jack whispered in my ear, “How's my pussy?” My ass opened automatically and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I pulled away, “Get off man!” Jack laughed, “Jeez dude chill, what's up your ass?” He sat down, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't talked me into all that. “I ain't talking to you,” I said standing up, leaving my food on the table. I began to walk away and he came up behind me, “What in the fuck is your problem?” I turned to look at him and whispered. “You know what my fucking problem is!” He pushed me out of the lunchroom and into the boy's bathroom, “What are you trying to do? Get caught?” “Fuck off Jack!” “Why are you so pissed?” “You know what you did!” He cocked his head and grinned, “You mean fuck you?” I looked around and shushed him, “Yeah, that was not cool!” “You liked it!” he said laughing, “You were begging for it!” “I was drunk!” I hissed. “Oh really? Off one glass of wine?” “Whatever, you know I was fucked up.” He came off the wall and walked towards me, “I know a lot of things Ev.” I took a step back and felt the wall against my back. “I know you rode my cock like a fucking whore all night,” his hand was over my growing dick, “I know you were backing up on Blackthorn's cock like it had the cure to cancer,” he was now tracing the outline of my head through my jeans, “And I know you busted a nut every time my cock was in you.” His other hand popped the top button of his jeans and he opened them up. “Every. Time.” He pulled his cock out of his underwear and held it in his hand, “You aren't drunk now, are you?” I couldn't stop staring at his dick, I just shook my head. “You know you want to.” “I-I don't...” I said, transfixed by it. He brought his hand up to my mouth and he said, “You're drooling again.” I looked up at him and our eyes locked. He smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder, and pushed down. I was almost five inches taller than Jack and a fuck load stronger, but as he pushed down, my knees buckled and I went knelt down in front of his cock. “Lick it,” he commanded. I looked up, silently pleading with him not to make me do this. “Lick it you pussy...” The name made something inside me move and my tongue darted out and licked his head. “More.” Like I was controlled I started to suck Jack's cock, each lick turning me on more and more. I licked around his shaft and he guided my head with his hands. “Yeah, come on big guy, show me how bad you want this.” I moaned around his cock, because I did want this. I hated it and wanted to scream, but I wanted his cock so bad. I worked his cock the best I could, miking every drop of precum out of him. He pulled back and his dick slapped up against his shirt, leaving a wet spot from my spit. “Get in a stall.” I shook my head no but he guided me in like I was fucking cattle. “Lower your jeans.” I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to my knees. “I see you found a jock,” he said with a smile. I nodded, not sure what I was supposed to do. He turned me around and kicked my legs out wider. I balanced myself against the stall door as he pulled my cheeks apart and started eating out my hole. The tip of his tongue trace the outside of my hole and it fluttered open by itself. I bit my bottom lip as he entered me, his warm tongue sending shock waves of sex throughout my body. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry out, but I forced myself not to. Instead I took one hand and pushed his face deeper into my ass as I pushed back. God it was just his tongue but I was already losing it. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here I was in a public bathroom getting eaten out by my best friend and I loved it. He worked over my hole for nearly a minute, my cock sticking out the side of my jock, a single drop of precum falling from it's tip. When he pulled off my ass I gasped and looked behind me in panic, I wanted more. He smiled and said, “Sit.” My common sense said not to, to just jerk off and forget it. But his cock was just hovering there, so thick...so fucking warm... I slowly moved over to his lap and lowered myself down onto his cock. He guided the tip into my hole and I let out an audible moan, which caused his other hand to cover my mouth. “Shut up bitch, you wanna get caught?” I didn't care, the moment his tip touched my hole I pushed down, my ass begging for his cock like a baby wanting candy. Within seconds I was bottomed out on him, the burn in my ass was a small price to pay for what his cock was doing to me. He let go of my mouth and grabbed my hips, raising me slightly and then lowering me. Just an inch at a time his cock began to fuck me, and before too long I was doing it myself. I was riding his cock without his help at all. “Yeah, come on bitch,” he said quietly, “Ride my cock...show me what your pussy wants.” My bottom lip was numb I was biting it so hard. The only sound in the bathroom was my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced up and down on his hard cock. “What are you doing Ev?” he asked. “Fucking my pussy...” I chanted as I went up and down, “Fucking my jock pussy...” “Yeah you are...you like that don't you?” he said thrusting up as I came down. “Jack...fuck me...fuck me...” “Good...” he said and then pushed me off his dick, “Straddle me this way.” I jumped back on his cock, now I was staring him in the face. He just smiled at me as I slammed my ass down on his cock for all my might. He brought his hands up to my head and pulled me in for a kiss. At first I hesitated but he thrust up again and in the moan he was able to slip his tongue into my mouth and I started responding. We were making out hard as he fucked me, I was starting to sweat again and my cock was weeping precum like crazy. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, “So you like this?” I nodded. “You want more of this?” I nodded again. His hands went around my throat and squeezed, “Then never fucking talk back to me again bitch,” I gasped as he cut off my air, “You will do as I say without question, you hear me?” I tried to pull his hands off but they were latched on there. “Do you hear me?” I nodded, feeling my lungs start to burn. “You're my jock pussy now, you can call yourself straight or bi or whatever you want, but when I tell you to do something you do it.” Spots began to form in my eyes as he thrust into my harder and harder. “You get that? You belong to me now Everett, you get that?” I nodded weakly, realizing I was about to cum and pass out, “Whose pussy is this?” he asked with one final thrust into my tight ass. He let go of my throat and my cock exploded between us. “Your pussy, your pussy Jack...” I gasped as my own cum hit my face again, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” I whined as I leaned in and started kissing him. “It's your pussy Jack, always yours...” I kissed and licked his face as my dick emptied itself one spurt at a time. His dick expanded and I could feel his hot cum paint the inside of my ass. “You're mine Ev...” he said pulling me into a kiss, “You're mine.” I kissed him back, knowing he was absolutely right.

Look, if you aren't into this story then just don't read it. There are plenty of other ones on the site. I have been asked by multiple people to continue the story so I will, but if it isn't your cup of tea, just ignore it. It's real simple. Chapter Six I stopped kissing Jack, I mean I stopped licking my protein out of his mouth and fell back onto the rug. My whole body was covered in sweat and I could feel Jack's cum drip out of my ass. For some reason I was still in overdrive, something I guess I should have explained earlier. See, people think it's cool and all having a big dick, but it has its downside too. When I got horny, I mean ready to just fuck, I got lightheaded and everything just got...blurry. It was a lot like being drunk except I kind went nuts to get myself off. I really wasn't aware until freshmen year, when Jack and me started to really jerk off heavily. We both didn't have girlfriends and until we got more known playing baseball, we kind of relied on ourselves to get off. We jerked off together, a lot. He loved seeing my dick erupt and I liked him watching me. But when I got into it, I mean really into it, I noticed that a lot of things came to my mind. Jack's dick looking nice, the way he leaked constantly and the curiosity of what he tasted like, a lot of gay shit. Up until now, it had just been thoughts and they passed as soon as I came. But here I was, covered in my own cum and still fucking blurry and wanting more. “How you feeling?” Mr. Blackthorn said, moving over me. I just looked up and grinned. “Here, drink this,” he said handing me a bottle of water, “That stuff can dry you out.” Didn't know or care what he was talking about, but I did down the fucking water in one go. “You still horny?” he asked as I tossed it aside. I gave him another grin and he opened my legs with his own. Again, part of my mind screamed for me to get up, to fucking get out of here as quickly as possible. But as he reached down and fingered my cummy hole, I told the voice to shut up and spread my legs even wider. “You want this?” I nodded, my dick already responding to the thought of his cock. He moved and his thick cock pushed into my hole, proving that he was indeed much bigger than Jack. Like with Jack though, the pain was pleasure into itself. The tingly feeling I was experiencing was all over my body but as his dick slid into my it was so much better than Jack's dick. It was thick, really thick, and the walls of my ass expanded to fit it, I gasped as the head popped into my super tight hole and began to push in. It was like I was outside my body, seeing my long, muscular legs being held apart by his arms, the way he grinned at me as I responded to every inch of him entering me. I relaxed myself again, realizing I was doing it automatically without a thought. “God you're tight,” he older man said as his dick went deeper and deeper. I whined as I felt him touch areas inside of me no one had before. As he slid past that spot in me I cried out, bucking my hips back onto him. “There...right there...” I gasped. He stopped, held my ankles tight and then pulled out slightly, his head moving over the spot again, making my dick burp up another glob of precum. “Is that your spot boy?” he asked stopping and pushing in again. A whimper escaped my lips as I felt my cock twitch again and my whole body want more. “Look at this cock,” he said, letting my legs rest on his shoulders and grabbing my dick with one hand, “Look at this magnificent cock...” His fingers gripped around it, not quite touching because of my girth. As he pushed into me he slowly stroked my member, making me cry out loud in fucking joy. “Sir...that's it sir....right there...” “You have to ask yourself Everett,” he said, still slowly pulling on my dick, “Why did god give you such a dick...” He let go and slammed his cock all the way into me, “When you have such a perfect pussy!” My eyes flew open and a squeak escaped my lips as I felt him bottom out in me, causing flashes of light to appear before me. “Such a fuckable little pussy...” he said pulling nearly all the way out and then slamming me again. There were no words, no fucking thought, all I knew was his cock was my world and I needed more of it, all of it. Everything. “Why boy, why do you need it?” If he was asking me I couldn't answer, I could barely catch my breath as each thrust stunned me into submission again, making me realize how badly I wanted more. “This pussy...” he said with a trust, “This perfect, tight...” thrust, “Wet little jock pussy. Right Everett, that's what you have?” My inside voice screamed no but my mouth just panted, “Yes sir, harder, harder...” “Harder what boy?” 'Fuck me sir, fuck me harder...” I honestly had no idea what I was saying any more, the words kept falling out of my drooling lips. “Fuck your what boy? Come on, what do you want me to fuck?” My pride held on as log as it could, resisting the last bit of my masculinity...and that huge cock hit me three more times and I cried out, “My pussy sir....fuck my pussy hard! Harder!!” An evil grin spread across the teacher's face as he folded me and half and just wet to down on my ass. Each push left me breathless, and another spurt of hot precum splatted on my face. Within a minute my whole face was covered in more cock snot hit my face, my tongue darting out trying to catch as much as I could. He stopped, and got off of me suddenly. My ass spasmed and I actually cried out at the feeling of emptiness. I was so close, so close to cumming again. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please sir...my pussy...” I begged. He sat back and spread his legs. “Come over here and sit on my cock son.” I scrambled over and pushed myself onto his towering dick. He didn't make one move as I began to ride his cock as hard as I could. My dick spit precum over both of our abs and I looped my legs under his knees to get more traction. “What are you doing Everett?” Jack asked me, as if from far away, “Fucking myself...must fuck...” I muttered. “What are you fucking?” “My pussy...fuck my pussy...” “Look up Everett,” Jack ordered. I looked up and saw his phone pointing at me, “Smile and say it again. I gave the phone a fucking goofy ass grin, and said with a smile, “I'm fucking my pussy...fucking my tight jock pussy...” I had to stop to wipe the drool going down my chin. “Perfect.” Jack said, continuing filming. “You ready to get bred boy?” Mr. Blackthorn asked. “Fuck my pussy...” I kept muttering. “You gonna have my babies? You want my babies boy?” For some reason I just nodded and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down as he thrust up. Without thought I screamed, “Breed me! Fucking breed my pussy!” “You like that son? You like your daddy fucking you?” Another slight pause in my head but my mouth had no hesitation, “Fuck me daddy, fuck your boy. Make me cum...” “You like your daddy up in your jock pussy?” “Breed me dad, breed me harder...” I was slamming myself down as hard as I could, I couldn't tell it if it was sweat or precum flying between us. He kept slamming me down and with a growl he said, “Here it comes son, your daddy is going to cum in your pussy!” “Daddy! Daddy! Come in your boy...cum in your boy's pussy...” I felt his head pulse and my own cock exploded. Cum hit the bottom of my chin first and then exploded over both our faces, I could feel the warmth in me as he flooded my ass....my pussy with his cum. I clenched my ass, wanting to keep as much in my as possible. As I came I just kept repeating, “Daddy, daddy...fuck me daddy...” As the last spurt left my cock I felt my head go light and my eyes rolled back into my head. I don't know what happened after that.

It’s happened several times. It’s nice when sexual attraction turns more intimate and a mental bond can form. Two times we ended up in a long term relationship and moved in together. Once two people learn what the other enjoys, intimacy can freely flow and being together can reach new heights.

This was from awhile ago. I have reduced the amount of my douching to around 3 to 4 times a week. My Dr said I should trust my body. I have been lucky and have not had any accidents.

I enjoy it. Unsurprisingly lots of Arses up for getting eaten out. Been a few rim chains which is hot. All sorts of men. Can get pretty busy. Some fucking and in the darker corners occasionally some ff.

Sean Maygers, with Will Angell topping. And clearly doing a good job... just look at those toes curl! A delightful find.

If my bottom says "stop" I'll stop then and there. If he says "don't cum in me" that is always for me as a maybe. More often than not "don't cum in me" changes to "don't stop".

Been a while I admit..... Met up with a couple of friends on Sunday, few drinks and a meal. I was dessert for the male half of the couple. Wife watched hubby tongue my hole for a good 15 mins before fucking me nice and hard over the kitchen table. I left with 2 loads deep in my hole, and another invite for next weekend.

Well fucked releasing several loads after a nice day cruising

Chapter 7 For the past month Jason and Brad has been fucking almost every other day. Jason has open to the role of being a sub bottom more but there are days the two of them will reverse their roles. Brad has also come clean about the rush Jason felt. Jason surprisingly was even more curious about it. However, he is still very conservative about it because he didn't want it to get in the way of his performance on the volleyball court. Just when Luke was wondering why Jason never came back to him Brad revealed to him that they were classmates so he's been satisfying Jason's lust. The conversation gave Luke an idea so one Friday after he called Jason into his office. Jason got hit in the face pretty hard at practice a few days ago and had a headache. He thought that's why he was being sent to the trainer's room because he was diagnosed with a mild concussion and hasn't been cleared to return to the court. Jason arrived wearing a white athletic shirt and red shorts that could barely contain his bulge underneath it. Truth be told, when Jason was on his way to trainer's room, the image of Luke's mature man hole got him aroused but he did his best to keep it contained but at the same time some part of him was hoping that he'd get to fuck Luke again. When he arrived, Luke could clearly tell that Jason had on a pair of jocks underneath his shorts because he could see the outline of it. He ignored what he saw and acted professional and checked in on Jason. After running some tests, Luke said “I think you are all clear to return to court….” Jason was excited to hear that then Luke continued and said “however, there's something else that might be a problem" Jason looked confused and asked “hmmm…what is it?" Luke said “do you remember the piss test you did a few days ago? It came back positive for some illegal substance use" Jason's heart sank. He completely forgot about the piss test because the day he did the test, he had a head splitting headache. He had no idea it was all a part of Luke's plan. In his panic state, he started begging Luke not to report him and that it was only a one time thing. He said he'll do anything and ask Luke to please not to report him. Luke asked "anything?” With a grin on his face but his back was facing Jason so Jason didn't see his facial expression. Then Luke said “well….how about this. I just got new furniture and I received a notification saying that it is delivered but the whole thing is quite heavy and I think I'll need some help assembling it. I like you so if you can give me a hand with my new furniture. I'll let this one slide. I'm about to head home now. Can you come help me?" Jason responded “yes of course" he was both relieved that Luke wouldn't report his test result to his coach and at the same time he was excited because of what happened the last time he went to Luke's apartment. He got in his car and followed Luke back to his condo. When they got to Luke's door, there was a giant box that was sitting right outside. They pulled the box in together and started assembling it. It's a black padded bench. Jason thought it must has something to do with athletic training and didn't ask any questions. When they were done, Luke offered Jason a glass of water, just pure water this time because Luke suspected Brad may have introduced him to G so there's no point in putting it in his drink. Luke came back into the living room and opened up a small delivery box and pulled out a couple poppers and two silver aerosol cans. “What are those?" Jason asked “These? They are poppers…sort of" Luke responded “They look different from normal poppers" Jason said “They feel different too. Wanna try it?" Luke asked “Um….sure” Jason hesitated for a second but he thought maybe he'd get to fuck Luke again if he go along with it "Let me go grab a small rag” Luke said while Jason sat back on an accent chair and checked his phone. Out of nowhere Luke's arms came from behind and he said " so here's how you do this’ Jason could smell Luke's cologne from his arms and it felt like Luke was super close to him and was breathing down his neck when he spoke. Holding onto a folder rag, Luke spray the can onto the rag for a good 5-6 seconds. Jason could see where the spray was but smelled nothing. He leaned in to press his nose into it but Luke says “oh no. Not with this. Open up your mouth" then Luke shoved the rag into Jason's mouth as deep as he could. He made sure all of the area he spayed is in Jason's mouth then he instructed Jason to take a deep breath. Jason initially was surprised by Luke's action but followed Luke's instructions anyway. As he breath though the rag, inhaling a breeze of chemical air into his lungs, he face got hot and vision began to pulse in sync with his heart beats. He heard Luke said "two more deep breaths boy”. As he breath in the second breath as hard as he could he looked over to Luke who is now shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of blue jock with the side of his balls hanging out on the sides. He was wondering when did Luke strip away his clothes as he took on a 3rd deep breath then felt Luke pulling the rag out of his mouth and put it in his own mouth to breath through it. Luke's nearly lost his vision completely and he couldn't remember what was going on. He felt a hand holding onto his jaw open and something shoved in his mouth and a hand pulling and pushing his head as he allowed his throat to be fucked by Luke's huge dick. He heard Luke said “that's it boy. That's it." He opened up his mouth as wide as possible and let Luke's cock enter his throat as deep as possible. It blocked his airway but his mind couldn't quite comprehended what was happening just yet. After about 1 min, he felt Luke pulling his dick out of his throat. Luke's dick is now wet and fully covered in Saliva. As he regained consciousness, he found himself kneeling on the bed with Luke's cock right in front of him but he doesn't care. Jason wanted that cock more. He didn't even realize that he was wearing nothing but a jock and his cock was as hard as it has ever been. Luke was hitting a bong at that time. As soon as he noticed Jason looking at him, he grabbed Jason's chin and breath all of the smoke into his mouth. It was so much that Jason couldn't inhale all of it but he instinctively exhaled them onto Luke's dick bc it's what he always does with Brad when he receives smoke this way. He was about to work on Luke's cock again but he felt Luke lifting his chin up. The room swam around Jason as he took the third deep breath through the soaked cloth, Luke's potent scent filling his nostrils. His eyes watered and his throat burned, but his cock stood at full attention, begging for relief. Luke pulled back, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and Jason's saliva, and Jason felt a strange sensation building in his core. The poppers had done their job, amplifying every sensation and stripping away his inhibitions. Jason looked up at Luke with a mix of confusion and lust, his lips still parted from the rough treatment they'd just received. "Suck me," Luke commanded, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. And suck him Jason did, his mouth moving in a frenzy as he worshiped the thick, veiny shaft in front of him. It was wet and sloppy, his tongue slurping around the head while his cheeks hollowed with each bob of his head. He could feel the pressure building in his own cock, his body responding to the raw, primal need to please the man above him. But Luke had other plans. He gripped Jason's hips and with surprising strength for a man his age, he flipped him over onto the bed. "Straddle my face," he growled. The poppers had turned Luke into a beast, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jason didn't hesitate. He climbed over Luke, his legs on either side of the trainer's broad shoulders. The coolness of the bed contrasted with the heat of Luke's breath on his ass as he positioned himself above the man's face. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He felt the tip of Luke's tongue press against his hole, a gentle but firm pressure that had his whole body quivering. Then, without warning, Luke's tongue was inside him, stroking and teasing the sensitive tissues within. The sensation was unlike anything Jason had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was centered in that one spot, and Luke's tongue was playing a symphony of pleasure. He could feel the man's stubble against the sensitive skin of his thighs, the scratchy fabric of the jock Luke was still wearing brushing against his balls. His own cock was leaking precum onto the bed, the need to come bordering on pain. Luke's tongue grew more insistent, delving deeper with each pass. His hands gripped Jason's ass cheeks, spreading him wide to allow better access. The young athlete's muscles tensed and relaxed in time with the rhythm of Luke's mouth, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to push back against the skilled tongue that was fucking him so thoroughly. The pressure was building, the heat in his groin growing more intense with each flick of Luke's tongue. The poppers had turned his world upside down, heightening every sensation Suddenly, Luke pulled away, leaving Jason's hole quivering and begging to be filled. He looked up at the young man, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your turn," he murmured, moving his way down Jason's body. Jason's breath caught in his throat as Luke's mouth closed around his leaking cock. The feeling was indescribable—like a warm, wet heaven enveloping him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being. His eyes rolled back and his head fell forward, his fingers curling into the bed sheets. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. As Luke worked him with his mouth, Jason could feel the man's beard brushing against his sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming mix. The trainer's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as his tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the droplets of precum that had formed. It was too much; Jason couldn't hold back. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the apartment, loud and unrestrained. Luke's grip tightened, his mouth moving faster, and Jason knew he was going to cum. His voice was strained and desperate, but Luke was in no mood to let him off easy. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed Jason's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. The pain was sudden and sharp, cutting through the pleasure, making Jason's eyes water. He tried to pull away, but Luke's hand on the back of his head was unyielding. With a sadistic grin, Luke released Jason's cock and gave his balls a hard slap, the sound echoing through the room. The pain was intense, and Jason's orgasm retreated, leaving him panting and frustrated. "Not yet," Luke whispered, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. He signaled Jason to turn around and reached for the bong sitting on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. Jason watched as Luke packed the bowl, his eyes glued to the older man's biceps flexing. He licked his lips, eager to taste him again, but Luke had different plans. He lit the bong, the smoke of tina filling the air. The smoke swirled around them as Luke took a deep hit, his chest rising and falling. He offered the mouthpiece to Jason, “I know you know what to do” Luke said. Jason was both surprised and turned on. He took the bong from Luket greedily. Luke warmed up the bubble for Jason as he inhaled in the thick white cloud. When he was about to stop, Luke said “No. Keep going boy. Harder…..harder……harder…..ok you’re good but hold it in” then Luke leaned back and flexed his rock hard dick and gave Jason a look at the direction of his hard dick. Jason got back to the position he was in before and moved toward Luke’s cock. His world had narrowed down to the sensation of Luke's hard cock against his lips, the taste of the lingering tina in the air, and the anticipation of the coming rush. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, the room around him a hazy blur as he let out all of the smoke on Luke’s cock. Then he heard Luke's voice cutting through the fog. "Take it," he growled, pressing the rag into Jason's mouth. The chemical smell was intense, but Jason obeyed without hesitation. He inhaled deeply, the fumes cooling his throat and nose. The room spun, the colors grew brighter, and his body felt light, like it might float away. The rag was removed, and Luke's cock replaced it, pushing into his mouth with surprising force. Jason took it all in one swift motion, his eyes watering as he gagged. He could feel his throat stretch. His mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. He just wanted to please Luke. Finally Luke’s entire cock is in his throat. He knows that because his nose is resting on Luke’s balls. Luke held his head in that position forcefully for a bit then finally let go. Jason’s head sprung up from Luke’s cock, letting his hard cock out of his throat as he gasped for air. Luke gently kissed Jason’s hole and said “god…..that’s a beautiful hole”. Luke propped himself up while Jason got lost in the maximum impact trance. He lube up his hard cock and began sliding it up and down along Jason’s buttbrack. Jason felt Luke's cock nudging at his entrance, the slickness of the lubricant allowing the tip to slide back and forth with ease. The anticipation was maddening—his body tense, waiting for the moment of penetration. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet smack of Luke's cock against his skin. Luke's cocke danced around the edge of his hole, teasing him, building the pressure until Jason was practically begging for it. “Here it comes boy” Luke said while putting his hands around Jason’s neck and pulling Jason upper body up toward him. The first push was slow and deliberate, the head of Luke's cock breaching the tight ring of muscle with a gentle pop. Jason's eyes widened as the sensation overtook him—his body stretched to the brink of pain, but it was a delicious, thrilling pain that he craved more of. He whimpered and pushed back, trying to take more of Luke's length inside him. Luke’s cock was like a hot knife through butter—it didn’t hurt, it just filled him so completely. The feeling was indescribable. With each slow, deep thrust, Jason's body grew more and more accustomed to the intrusion, until finally, the head of Luke's cock was buried in his ass, his cheeks resting against Luke's pelvis. "Oh, fuck," Jason gasped, his voice breathless. "Please, fuck me." His words were barely coherent as he pleaded for more, his body trembling with need. Luke chuckled darkly, a smug expression crossing his face. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Jason's hole, already slick with lube. "Patience," he murmured, pushing the tip inside. Inch by inch, Luke filled him up, his dick stretching Jason's tight opening wider than it had ever been. The pain was intense, but Jason's body was already craving the fullness. Luke's thick, veiny length slid in deeper, and Jason's eyes widened, his mouth forming an 'O' of pleasure. "That's it," Luke said, his voice gruff. "Take it all for me." He pushed further, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air. Jason's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed over. His fists clenched the bed sheets as he took Luke's entire length, feeling like he was going to split in two. "You're doing so good, baby," Luke praised, his hands on Jason's hips, guiding him through the agonizing ecstasy. He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "So tight, so hot," he groaned, his own pleasure evident in every grunt. Jason's breathing grew ragged as Luke's pace picked up, his cock hitting all the right spots with a rhythm that was driving him wild. The older man's beard scraped against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The smoke from the tina bong still lingered, making everything seem surreal and heightened. "You're going to cum for me," Luke ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Cum without touching yourself." The challenge sent a bolt of electricity through Jason. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Luke's, as if by sheer willpower alone he could hold back his climax. Luke's hands roamed over his body, pinching his nipples and digging into his flesh, pushing him closer to the edge. The friction grew unbearable, and Jason's moans grew louder. He felt his body tighten, his muscles clenching around Luke's cock. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." With a roar, Jason's orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting cum without a single touch. The intensity was so great, he thought he might pass out. His body convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. Luke never stopped moving, his own climax building, his eyes never leaving Jason's face. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the smell of sex and tina thick in the air. Sweat glistened on their skin as they both revealed in the aftermath of their shared release. "Good boy," Luke murmured, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside him. He grabbed the bong again, taking a hit before passing it to Jason. "Now, let's do it again," he said with a wink. Jason's eyes widened, his body still trembling. He took the bong, the taste of Luke's precum still on his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs, and handed it back. "Fuck yes," he breathed, his desire for more already growing. And so they continued, their night of passion and power play stretching into the early hours of the morning, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into something exquisitely addictive. With a feral growl, Luke slammed into Jason one last time, his cock swelling to its fullest before erupting deep inside him. The younger man felt the hot rush of cum fill his ass, Luke's thick, pulsating member leaving him no choice but to accept every drop. His body clenched around him as the orgasm hit him like a freight train, his eyes rolling back in his head and a scream tearing from his throat that was a mix of agony and euphoria. When the tremors of his climax finally subsided, Luke pulled out, his dick glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. He grabbed Jason's chin, tilting his head up. "Clean me up," he demanded, his voice still thick with lust. Jason, his body still quivering from the intense fucking, eagerly leaned in to obey. He took Luke's cock in his mouth, the taste of his own ass mixing with the salty tang of the older man's cum. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up every drop before moving to the shaft, savoring the flavor of their combined pleasure. As Jason worked Luke's dick with his mouth, the trainer couldn't help but admire the way his pupil had taken to his instructions. The boy was insatiable, hungry for more of his master's cock. He watched as Jason's eyes watered from the effort, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and licked, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Once Luke was clean, he pushed Jason's head down to his still-sensitive hole. "Tongue," he barked, and Jason obeyed without hesitation. He tentatively poked his tongue into the sticky mess, tasting himself on Luke's cock. The act was so degrading, so deliciously dirty, that it only served to turn him on more. He lapped at Luke's opening, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that had just been stretched to its limits by the older man's girth. The taste of their combined release was intoxicating, making him want to dive in deeper, to devour every inch of him. Luke's hand was back in his hair, guiding him, pushing him in further. "That's it," he praised, his voice tight with arousal. "Suck it all out." Jason moaned around his task, his tongue sliding in and out of him, his own cock hardening once more at the feeling of Luke's fingers pressing into his cheeks, controlling him completely. He could feel the man's cock growing hard again, and the anticipation of another round of dominance and pleasure made his heart race. Their breathing grew ragged as Jason cleaned him up, the intimate act bringing them closer together in a way that transcended mere physical connection. When Luke was satisfied, he gently pulled Jason's head back, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural," he murmured, stroking the boy's hair. "But we're not done yet." With a wicked glint in his eye, he grabbed the lube again, signaling his intent. "On your back," he ordered, and Jason eagerly complied, his body more than ready for whatever Luke had in store for him next. The trainer positioned himself between the younger man's legs, his cock now standing tall and proud. He leaned in, whispering in Jason's ear, "You're going to love this." And with that, he plunged back into him, their bodies moving together in a symphony of need and desire. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the room as Luke fucked him mercilessly, the slickness of their combined cum making the sensations all the more intense. Jason could only whimper and moan, his body no longer his own as he was used and pleasured beyond anything he had ever experienced. The night was still young, and Luke had no intention of letting up.

this! i think why we even try chem sex is that it shortcuts the process and makes it easier to shut off all the voices and focus on the task at hand and living in the moment. i've tried to recapture that feeling sober and it's made me a much better bottom. overthinking has pretty much ruined me as a top. i've got to learn better how not to be triggered but today's climate is terrible for me. back in the day, you were lucky if a guy let you fuck him. since prep, suddenly the market is flooded with demanding bottoms screaming "breed me daddy!" as soon as you penetrate them. it basically throws gasoline on the fire of performance anxiety. that coupled with decades of "cuming inside is a fast pass to a grisly death" aids anxiety and the whole thing is a therapy session on steroids. nothing a good lobotomy won't cure 😜

While your desire to do well by your brother bottoms is laudable, it's not necessary for a lot of bottoms for whom being bred is central to their nature. There's a thread on BZ about whether bottoms get fucked for the fucking or for the load, and I recommend you read that thread focusing on the guys who crave seed in their ass above all.

I get that. All I can say is that's not my expectation or anything I really think about. I just want to please him. That being said, you could try edging. Fuck one end of him, pull out, spank him, toy him, make him suck your balls--anything to give yourself time and then go again and repeat

Love to be made to submit, so punched, kicked, dropped to the ground, bound and then slapped, whipped and kicked with no mercy before having my holes filled. So yes, I like being hurt.

Part 2 I laid back on the bed, out of breath and covered in cum. I had just had one of the best wanks I ever had and, not only that, I had shot probably the biggest load of my whole life. I was feeling reflective as I cleaned myself up, showered and then cleaned and put away the dildo. What was I thinking? It was madness to want to have unprotected sex with Aidan, a guy who was not only HIV positive but not on any meds. I couldn't do that to Ryan - and I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. I knew that was absolutely the right thing to do, but I also knew it wasn't going to be easy. There was something about Aidan that just made me want to pull my pants down and bend over for him - however risky that may be - and I have to admit that I found it hard to get him out of my mind. I was still wanking every opportunity I got and most of the time (well, all of time, really) I was thinking of Aidan and imagining what it would feel like to be penetrated by his big, thick cock - his big, thick, poz cock! It didn't help that Aidan always seemed to be around - he was still not working and was spending a lot of time in his garden. He was often in the garden when I was going out to work and again when I came back in the evening. He didn't say anything, other than normal neighbourly greetings, but there was something about the way he looked at me - as if he knew that one day I was going to let him fuck me. I knew I would have to be careful - Ryan was going away for a long weekend in a couple of weeks - each year he attended a conference for sexual health professionals and volunteers and he always enjoyed it. I really didn't want him to go this time, as I was not entirely sure I could trust myself, but I knew he was really looking forward to it and I knew it wouldn't be fair to try to stop him. I was horny all the time, and fucked Ryan every chance I got. He seemed to be extra horny too and we were having a really good time in bed (and various other locations in the house!). But still I couldn't get Aidan out of my mind. One day at work I was so horny I had to have a wank in the toilets. I was sitting at my desk, working on an IT project when I could smell the aftershave that Aidan often wore. I wasn't sure who it was at first and then I realised it was Aaron - one of the HR team who sat at the next bank of desks to us. He was quite a nice guy, quite good looking in an ordinary, straight guy kind of way, and he and his girlfriend had just had their first child. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work - hoping that no one would notice that I now had a monster erection. I got up and discreetly made my way to the toilets. I went into a cubicle, pulled down my pants, closed my eyes and began to wank. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and I couldn't help groaning quite loudly. Hoping that no one else was in the toilet, I cleaned myself up and exited the cubicle. Aaron was standing at the urinal. He grinned at me "It sounded like you were having a wank in there!" he said. I could feel myself going brick red but then Aaron grinned again and stepped back from the urinal, exposing his cock which was still in his hand. I could see it was at least semi-hard as he said "Maybe I could join you some time!" I realised that Aaron was serious and I was really surprised that he might be up for it. I found it even harder to concentrate on my work as I watched Aaron working at his desk and I couldn't help wondering just what Aaron might be up for. I didn't see much of Aidan over the next week, and somehow that seemed to make me want him even more. One afternoon I was working at home, on the IT helpdesk, looking out of the window every now and then to see if Aidan was in the garden. One time I looked out the front window and saw a young blond guy who looked about 19 or 20 coming out of Aidan & Peter's house. I knew Peter was at work, and from the way the guy looked at Aidan who had seen him to the door, I instinctively knew that Aidan had just fucked him. A couple of days before Ryan was due to go away on his weekend, he invited Aidan and Peter to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing Aidan, but somehow felt a bit nervous - I had been absolutely sure that Aidan wanted to fuck me, but now somehow I wasn't so sure. The evening went well, Aidan seemed his normal self although a little bit quieter than normal. He explained that he had been not been so well over the past week or so and his viral load was still dangerously high. I got up to get some more wine from the kitchen, hoping that no one would notice the erection that was suddenly pushing out the front of my trousers. I went to the sink to rinse out a couple of glasses and then I heard someone behind me. It was Aidan. He put his finger over his lips and came towards me. Suddenly his arms were around me and, as I pushed back against him, his hands unbuttoned my trousers and he pulled them down below my bum along with my pants. Then I realised Aidan's pants were down too, and I felt his bare cock rubbing up and down my arse crack! This was madness! "I'm going to fuck you so hard!" he breathed in my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!" I whispered "No condom?" "No condom!" I groaned "And I'm going to cum right up your arse!" The head of his cock was pushing against my arsehole as he said this and then, suddenly, his cock was back in his pants and he had left the kitchen and re-joined the others. I pulled up my pants, my fingers trembling as I buttoned up my trousers. I swallowed a whole glass of wine and then made my way back to the others. As I sat down, Ryan was talking about his weekend away and Peter said to me "It looks like you guys are going to be on your own this weekend!" explaining that he was going away this weekend too. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. On the Friday, I left work a bit early so that I could drive Ryan to the station. He kissed me as he got on the train and I made my way back to my car I got a message. It was from Aidan, who said he would come over about 7 and would bring plenty of alcohol. Aidan arrived exactly on time, and grinned at me as he placed the alcohol he had brought on the kitchen table. I went to get some glasses, and once again I felt him behind me. His arms went round me and I pushed back as he started to unbutton my trousers. I didn't stop him and a few seconds later, my trousers and pants were at my ankles and Aidan was down behind me. I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and then his tongue was in my hole. It felt like an electric shock and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then! Aidan licked my hole for a while longer and then told me to turn round. He stood up and unzipped himself and then I was face to face with the cock I had craved for so long! I wasted no time in going down on him - sucking his cock like my life depended on it and enjoying every second of it. Part of me wanted to make him cum so that I could taste his dirty cum but mostly I just wanted to make him as horny as I could so that he would fuck me into the middle of next week and shoot a really big load up my unprotected arse! A short time later, I was on my back on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down as Aidan lined up his cock and pushed it against my arsehole. "Wait!" I said. I had to take my wedding ring off before he penetrated me. Aidan saw what I was doing. "No!" he said "Leave it on!" I did as I was told and seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. There was no turning back now, even if I had wanted to and a short time later, he had pushed his big cock right up my hole - my soon to be pozzed hole.. "Fuck me!" I said "You really want this, don't you?" said Aidan with a grin as he began to thrust his cock up my arse." "Yes!" I groaned "I want it!" Aidan grinned again "I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you!" He was fucking me properly now - thrusting his big poz cock up my arse repeatedly. I don't think I had ever felt my arse so full and I had never been so turned on. "Fuck me!" I moaned "Fuck me and cum in me!" "You know I'm going to poz you, don't you?" said Aidan as he thrust even harder up my arse. "Yes!" I was almost crying now. I knew he was getting close and I moaned "Do it, fucking do it!" And then I said it "Poz me! Poz my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard!" Aidan grinned. I could tell he was really close now and as he thrust hard up my arse a few more times, I actually felt his cum pumping into me. I had never felt this before and it sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. We were both out of breath now and I laid back on the table as Aidan pulled his cock out my arse. A few minutes later his cock was semi hard again and he pushed it into my mouth. I had certainly never sucked a cock that had just been up my arse before, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to take into my mouth and suck on it and a few minutes later Aidan was fully hard again. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. He pushed me gently down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. A few seconds later I was being fucked again - this time in the bed I shared with Ryan. Aidan fucked me hard and fast and before too long he had shot a second load of toxic cum right up me. He left shortly after and, just as I was wondering what the fuck I had done, Ryan phoned me. It was so good to hear his voice and we talked quite naturally - but all the time I was conscious that my arse felt really full and I was having trouble keeping all the cum in my hole. We talked for a while longer and then Ryan said he was tired and was going to bed. "I love you," he said "I love you," I replied, and just at that moment, two loads of high viral cum slid out my arse into my pants. I had crossed the line and over the rest of that 3 day weekend, Aidan fucked me repeatedly. We fucked in every room in the house and in every position - on my back, riding his cock, kneeling up on the bed and bent over with my pants down. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his cum and over the three days he must have shot eight to ten loads up me. It was like I was a different person. I met Ryan at the station on the Monday evening and it felt like I was back to my normal self again - this was the person I wanted to be with. But what was I going to do? I had debated this with myself over and over again. I knew I should tell him what I had done, but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that. I decided that I would get tested and if I was positive, I would tell him. In the meantime, I would just have to find an excuse not to have sex with him. That night we got ready for bed and when I came out of the toilet in just my pants, Ryan was sitting on the bed, naked. He grinned and pulled me towards him. Before I could stop him, he had my cock out my pants and was sucking me. I was hard in no time, as always when Ryan sucked my cock, and he grinned at me again. Then he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs back, exposing his arsehole. "I've been looking forward to this all weekend," he said "Fuck me!"

@negchaserlooking Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 @kitpig You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it! @CRKLTHRWLF I try 🙂 @nymidtowneast Isn't he? @pozpopperpig Maybe. Who knows just how far it goes? 😛 @plisken Summer education, at its finest. @billy88666 Sounds fun. Who knows what he's going to taught....? @Medwaym Heh... good. 🙂 @KinkyTallBottom I think we all are. 😉 @CigarManLondon Glad you're enjoying the story so far. Who knows what firsts Riley might encounter...? @HappyPozBoy Oh, he will be. There is a lesson plan in the works. 😉 @GrayWolfBln I mean, there is definitely a chance that's where he goes. Fun picture btw. 😉 Anyways, time for another update. Had a lot of fun writing this. Kind of worried it's slow in a few spots, but I promise, it's worthwhile. As always, feel free to post any suggestions, I read them and comment on every single one. Enjoy! -------- Lesson 4: The Science of Rapid Skill Acquisition I woke up, blearily turning over and looking at the clock, brightly displaying 7:15 in its soft neon blue glow. Grateful to see the I hadn’t overslept despite the difficult night sleeping with the plug firmly planted inside my ass, I turned over with a sigh. Once again, my cock was rock hard, due to the ever present plug in my ass stabbing my prostate with every movement. Slowly sitting up, I let out a slight groan as the hard silicone slide against my throughly pummeled ass walls. Gingerly, I walked over to my dirty laundry bin before finally deciding on a mostly clean, but well worn pair of grey sweatpants, hissing as I felt the plug slide around some more as I bent over and pulled the pants on. I let out a slight jump as I heard a knock at the bedroom door. “Hey bro, awake yet?” I heard my brother, Ryan, call out from behind the door, “I got work in about 45 mins, so I’m gonna head out. Bathroom is all yours.” I stood for a second, trying to remember why he was home before finally remembering how mom and dad said he would be back in town this summer himself for some internship at some design firm. Ryan was about 2 years older than me, already a senior in college. A lot of people swore we were twins as we both looked extremely similar, with the only real difference being I was slightly shorter than him, and the mole on his left cheek. Nothing like our older sister, who lived downtown with her new fiancé in some fancy high-rise. “Did you hear me,” he called out, breaking me out of my my train of thought. “Oh, um…” I said, dumbly, my mind still not fully awake, “Thanks Ryan. Still waking up, sorry. Hey, is there any coffee left?” “Yeah man, Dad and Mom left already for work and left a list of things to do,” he said, as he slowly began to walk down the stairs loudly, “I’ll take the trash out, if you can get the other stuff done. I’m heading out now so I can get in early.” Ever the suck-up, I snickered to myself. It had been that way ever since high school, where I’d been the more popular kid and making friends with everyone while not caring as much on grades, he was the one who was loved by all the teachers, graduated near the top of the class, and was ever the responsible, if not a little stuck up one. Hearing the front door slam shut followed by the muted sound of the trash bin being pulled to the curb, I slowly hobbled into the hallway before making my way to the bathroom, grateful I wouldn’t have to explain why I was walking so strangely. I turned on the shower, and slowly stepped under the warm spray as I let my mind drift to last night. My mind drifted under the warm spray of water as I thought about each of the men taking turns on my hole, begging them to flood my hole with their toxic loads while I smoked their cigars. I was still surprised at myself at how ok I was with it, knowing that any fuck from the two could be the one to convert me. Slowly, my hand drifted to my ass, blocked by the large plug lodged firmly inside. Slowly I began to tug on it, feeling as my ass refused to let go as the large bulbous part. I could feel the remains of their poz loads swirl around inside me, being worked into my ass walls with each release of the plug. Slowly, I felt myself slowly get worked up to point of wanting to cum. Finally, I stopped, not wanting to shoot yet another load yet, a part of me curious as to what was in store for me this morning for having completed their task. Quickly I soaped myself down, rinsed off and stepped out the shower, and reached for the towel. Annoyed I discovered that once again, my older brother had taken the last towel in the bathroom. Shivering slightly, I quickly stepped out into the cool air of the hallway, shivering slightly as I cooled off quickly. As I walked, a trail of water dripped off me. I tensed up suddenly when I heard a slam of the front door. “Hey Riley,” I heard my brother yell, quickly making his way upstairs, “I forgot my messenger bag, do you see it anywhere up there?” Shit shit shit…. I thought to myself in a panic, quickly grabbing a towel out of the linen closet and wrapping myself in it. Just in time as well, as the second I wrapped myself in the towel, Ryan came from around the corner in the hallway, looking around in a rush. “Oh, hey,” I said, my voice tight as I felt my hole tighten up around the plug in my panic, “You, uh, left me without a towel again, you dick.” Not paying any attention, he went storming into his room as I quickly made my way back to the bathroom, limping slightly at the feeling of the plug slamming into my ass with each step, somehow plunging even deeper into my help. Ryan quickly came back out of his room in a rush, triumphantly holding up his bag. “Yeah, sorry man, I forgot in my rush to get ready,” he said, pulling the bag across his shoulder, before stopping and staring at me for a moment. I stopped suddenly, looking at him, feeling the cold water drip off me and pool onto the floor. “You ok there, you’re walking kind of funny,” he asked, a look of concern on his face. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine…” I said, quickly forcing myself to come up with a lie on the spot, “Just slipped a little in the tub and tweaked my back a little bit. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” Apparently satisfied with the story, he rushed around me, before storming back down the stairs. “Gotta be more careful, “ he called out behind him, “Don’t forget the list. Oh! And mom and dad are taking us and new love couple out to dinner tonight. Rachel will blow a gasket if your late. Be ready by 6.” “Will do,” I gritted out, as I stood there for a second, before finally hearing the door slam shut again. I let out a relieved sigh, before walking back into the bathroom. Looking down, I saw the white jock, now with a small slightly off-white yellow spot forming on the front, most likely from me leaking cum in it all night. Remembering that they wanted me to wear it all summer and to not wash it, I pulled it back on, feeling the slightly crisp feeling of the dried cum scrape across my sensitive cock head. Picking up my phone on the sink, I let out a quick curse under my breath, realizing who close it already was to 8am. Quickly, I dried off the rest of the way, tossing the towel over the shower curtain rod, and rushed into my room, before haphazardly pulling on a white tank top and pair of cut off sweatpants from high school, before sliding my feet into an old pair of flip flops. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I rushed out the door quickly checking the door was locked before walking as fast as I could to Mike and Greg’s house. ——— Finally stepping up their front door, I rang the doorbell, inwardly regretting having rushed all the way over, my ass now throbbing around the plug that had been bouncing around in my hole in my haste. Suddenly the door, opened, with Greg meeting me at the door. “Two minutes to spare, boy,” he grinned, looking down at his watch, “Mike and I thought maybe you got cold feet.” Catching my breath, I just shook my head, feeling as sweat slowly dripped down the side of my face. The struggle really had been real, feeling the plug slamming my prostate repeatedly with each rushed step. The first few had literally caused me to nearly stumble and fall. Apparently, even with the plug up my ass all night was not enough to get me used to it. Following Greg into the basement, I saw Mike standing near the sling. Wearing a buttoned up shirt and pair of dress slacks, the juxtaposition of of his hard, pierced meat sticking out of unzipped pants was a sight to behold. “Got to leave soon, babe,” he said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening meat, “Let’s get him up there in the sling and see if the pig followed his instructions.” “Oh trust me, I’m sure he did,” Greg chuckled, pulling my pants down immediately, revealing the now slightly soiled white jock and my exposed ass, the base of the plug sticking firmly out, “Fucker here nearly toppled over when he hopped down his front step. Felt that plug dig deep in there, didn’t you, pig?” I could only groan as Greg playfully jiggled the plug in my ass, the tip jabbing my bruised and abused prostate. I dumbly followed as Greg now grabbed my tank top and pulled me over to the sling before pushing me back towards it. Unable to do it myself, I felt as Greg helped me into the sling as Mike walked up to my ass. Mike then pulled out a large pipe and odd looking lighter from his pants pocket before bringing the pipe up to his mouth and flicked the lighter to life, bring the flame to the bowl and began puffing the pipe to life. As I watched the scene, Greg expertly placed each of my feet into the rests. Satisfied that the pipe was lit, Mike kneeled down next to my hole, letting out several puffs of the pipe before inhaling the pipe, letting the smoke shoot out of his nose as he exhaled Firmly, he grabbed onto the base, before starting to tug gently on it. “Let’s see how good of a pig Riley here was,” he said, increasing the amount he pulled on the plug, “Pig, I want you to bear down like you’re taking a shit. I want to see if were a good boy and kept our gifts safe up there.” I nodded, more than ready to finally get the plug out of my ass. I grunted a little as I slowly felt the plug work out of my hole, Greg suddenly was at Mike’s side, now with a lit cigar in his mouth and a second unlit one sticking out of the pocket of his t-shirt, also kneeling as they both watched the plug slowly get worked out of my ass, and with a final audible plop, the plug came out. Instantly, I could feel the cold air inside my gaping hole as Mike held up the plug in triumph. I looked and saw the massive plug in his hand, glistening with what had to be my ass juices and the remains of their loads. “Fucking look at that gaping hole,” Greg said appreciatively, suddenly dipping a few fingers in, running them around the perimeter of the ring of my open ass, “Give us a little push. We want to see your hole bloom and drool out some of our toxic load.” I complied, bearing down harder as I felt my ass open a little more as I felt a wetness began to slide down my tailbone before dripping off on the floor. “Shit yeah,” Mike growled, suddenly standing up, slowly working his free hand on his now extremely hard cock, “Good job boy, leaving our toxic loads up there to knock your vigrin jock butt up.” Suddenly, Mike sank balls deep into my ass, easily bottoming out in my now well stretched hole, causing me only to gasp in surprise. Quickly he began to fuck me hard and fast. “Gotta get to work,” he said, he muttered, puffing away on his pipe as he slammed repeatedly in my ass, “I’ll drop quick morning load up that juicy jock hole and then Greg is gonna have some fun with you.” I nodded, curious as to what Greg might have in store for me as relaxed back and enjoyed the sensation of Mike expertly slamming my hole, smoking the pipe in his mouth. Each thrust knocked my breath out. I laid there in silence, listening to the grunts coming from Mike, as well as the sound of skin slapping. I could feel his large cock slamming hard and deep inside me as I watched the bear of a man tower over me destroying my hole, smoke billowing out of his pipe. I began to squeeze my hole with each thrust, enjoying the feeling and seeing Mike smile and nod. “Fuck,” Mike groaned, his head tipping back as he picked up his pace, “I’m getting fucking close. Tell Daddy where you want his dirty bear cum at.” “Fucking breed me Daddy,” I groaned, loosing myself in the scene as his cock begin to swell a little in my now stretched out ass, “Flood my ass with your toxic cum and make me your son, sir!” Suddenly, felt Mike slam as hard as he could into my ass, his cock buried deep as I felt his cock jerk hard, shooting volley after volley of HIV positive cum deep into my unprotected ass. Our eyes locked and Mike growled, nodding at me while starting intensely at me. “Take my toxic DNA, boy,” he groaned puffing hard on the pipe as he continued shooting deep in my ass, “Take every fucking drop of daddy’s superior jizz.” Finally, with a shudder, Mike pulled out of my ass, before walking over to my head. “Fuck I needed that. Clean Daddy’s cock so he can go to work, boy,” he said, shaking is slimy cock at me expectantly. I immediately started to suck and lick his cock clean, turned on at the dirty talk and feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of my destroyed ass. Satisfied it was clean enough, Mike pulled away, stowing away his cock and walking up to Greg. “Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling after locking lips with Greg, and with that, went rushing up the stairs. “See you tonight babe,” Greg called back, before walking over to my ass and slowly rubbing my balls through the jock, now soaked with my precum. We sat there for a few minutes as Greg slowly worked his cock with his hand and his other hand continued to rub my balls through the jock. Finally, Greg broke the silence. “Fuck you are so hot,” he said, pulling out the unlit cigar from his pocket. “Thanks,” I replied, unable to come up with anything better as he slowly rubbed one end of the cigar around on my jock, quickly getting the tip wet. “Guess it’s my turn now,” he said, grinning evilly at me. “Um… yeah. So, what are wanting to do?” I asked, watching as he slowly moved the jock the the side, before putting the cigar along side my dick and slowly started to stroke both. “Hmm,” Greg pondered aloud, “Good question. What DO I want to do, seeing as I have a hot young bug chasing slut in a sling before me?” I only could look at him quizzically, unsure where he was going with his thoughts. “I think I want to see you smoke a nice fat cigar like this one all on your own,” he said, suddenly holding up the cigar, now covered in my precum, “Show you all the fine pleasures of smoke sex today, and watch you feed those virgin lungs. That sound like fun, pig?” Suddenly, I felt Greg begin to fuck the end of the cigar into my cum dripping ass. I felt my cock get even harder, as it clearly liked the idea of even more sleazy sex. I smiled and nodded in approval. Pulling the cigar out of my ass, Greg leaned over me and stuck the cigar in my mouth, the flavor of Mike’s poz cum, my ass juices, and cigar tobacco mixing together on my taste buds. “First things first, I’m gonna teach you how to light up a cigar, pig,” Greg said, pulling out a lighter and setting it on my chest, “Go ahead and start sucking on that gar and light that fucker up.” I groaned around the cigar as I felt Greg slowly start to work several fingers into my ass, feeling as his nails occasionally caught on the tender flesh of my ass. Shakily, I fumbled a few times with the lighter before finally getting it lit. Grabbing my hand, Greg moved it to the tip of the cigar, before nodding at me. “Go ahead and start puffing, and with your free hand, start rotating it in your mouth,” he said, as he began to work a third finger into my sloppy ass as I follow this instructions, “Yeah, just light that. Get it evenly lit, and relax that sweet hole while Daddy Greg fingers Daddy Mike’s load into those soft pink guts. Help work our DNA into you and change you into our perfect son.” After a few tries, I finally got it well lit, puffing repeatedly as I had seen them both do the night before. Suddenly, Greg shoved a fourth finger into my hole, causing me to suck in a sudden breath of thick cigar smoke. I coughed hard, my lungs fighting the sudden assault of thick cigar smoke. I pulled the cigar out of my mouth as smoke escaped my throat in a large cloud with my hard coughing. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Greg growled, as he slowly began to work the four fingers around inside me, stretching them apart and scrapping his nails on the sides, “Daddy loves watching your lungs get fed cigar smoke for the first time. I’ll give you some nice poppers and fuck you nice and hard if you let me teach you to smoke like a real man.” Suddenly, he worked several fingers and began to press and rub on my prostate, causing my mind to melt as the sudden wave of pleasure and pain shook me to my core. “Oh shit… oh fuck…” I groaned, feel like I was either going to piss or shoot a massive load, “Any…. Anything for you Daddy.” Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of poppers from his pocket and unceremoniously set them in the center of my chest. “You know what to do son,” Greg replied, pausing his manipulations on my prostate as I rushed to open the bottle, and began huffing on the poppers hard and fast. After several hits on the bottle, Greg seemed satisfied and took the bottle from me, taking a few deep hits himself. “Time to show Daddy how much you love smoking cigars, boy,” he growled, closing the poppers and setting them back on my chest, before pulling his fingers out of my ass, spitting on them and shoving them back in, “Suck that cigar smoke down and become like your Daddies.” I drew hard on the cigar, sucking hard on the fat cigar in my mouth and feeling as the thick acrid smoke flowed into my lungs, flooding them with pure cigar smoke. “Hold that smoke in boy, let it soak into those pink lungs boy,” Greg growled, grabbing onto my balls and squeezing them tightly as he dug his fingernails into my ass, “Don’t fucking cough it out. Fight the urge boy.” I held the smoke in, wincing as I felt his nails dig deeper into the tender walls of my ass, until finally Greg gave me a slight nod. I let out my breath, watching as the thick cloud of smoke billowed out of my nose and mouth. Following his lead, I took several more deep hauls on the cigar, breathing in when he dug his nails in, breathing out with his nods. Eventually, I began to start smoking the cigar hard and long on my own, as he fucked his fingers into me, his thumb slamming against the bottom of my balls, pressed hard against my taint. “Fuck yeah boy, now your smoking like a real man,” he grinned, following suit and easily sucking the cigar smoke deep into his own lungs, “You’re making Daddy very happy. Fucking wish I could really open your sweet hole up, but Daddy Mike wants to be here when we do that.” Suddenly, Greg pulled his fingers out of my hold, with a loud plop. Holding them up, he showed me the slight pink tinge coating his fingers before casually wiping his hand off on each ass check. “Yeah, you’re ready for daddy to fucking breed you now, pig,” he said, and without warning, slammed his hard cock deep inside me, “Don’t stop smoking that cigar, pig, or Daddy won’t give you any of his nasty cum.” I laid back and relaxed, letting Greg go to town on my ass as I focused on smoking the cigar down, occasionally stopping to huff some more poppers, before going right back to smoking the cigar again. Slowly, the cigar started to get shorter and shorter. I inwardly felt proud of myself, knowing I was giving Greg pleasure in seeing me smoke, as well as knowing I was doing something so trashy and twisted. “Fuck, you fucking ready pig,” Greg groaned, sweat pouring down his face as his strokes got shorter and faster, “Convince daddy on why you deserve his cum.” “Fuck dad, I want your cum in me so bad,” I groaned around the cigar, smoke pouring freely out of my mouth, “I want you to knock me up and turn me into your perfect boy. Let your DNA change me. Please, sir, please make me into your poz cumdump!” “FUCK,” he yelled, “I’m gonna shoot,. This might be the load that changes you forever. Tell daddy where to shoot it!” “Breed me, I want it!” I yelled, feeling my balls begin to boil as my cock threatened to erupt as well, “Shoot it in me so I can get pregnant!” Suddenly, Greg let out an incoherent yell, as he slammed as hard and fast in my ass as he could, my ass dripping with each shot as his load slowly began to squirt out around the sides of his dick. Just as quickly, my cock finally hit the point of no return and I felt as my first shot landed squarely in the center of my face, as I drew hard and long on the cigar, enjoying the rush of my ejaculation and the cigar smoke permeating my lungs. We both continued to shoot while smoking, unable to speak as both our cocks jerked hard. After about a minute, I finally felt my cock start to deflate, as with a whence, Greg pulled his dick out of my hole. “Fuck that was good!” Greg grinned, wiping his dick off with his fingers before wiping them on my hole, “Stay there for a second.” Unable to do anything except bonelessly lay there, I saw a flash light up the basement momentarily followed by the clicking sound of a camera. “Heh, Mike is going to be so jealous when I tell him I got you to smoke your first cigar on your own,” Greg chuckled to himself, typing something on his phone before I head the iconic whooshing sound as the message went on its way, “Told him he should have called in sick and joined in the fun.” I only nodded as Greg pulled out the cigar from my mouth, and dropped the now spent butt on the ground, before making out with me. We made out like that for a few minutes before we finally broke apart, and Greg helped me out of the sling. “Let’s hower, then you’ll need to head out,” he said, as I slowly got my legs, “Not that I wouldn’t love knocking your sexy ass up all day, but I got work and errands to run.” “Sure.” I said, with a sigh, definitely ready to clean up. ——— If I thought their kitchen was a work of art, the master bathroom clearly put it to shame. The massive bathroom took up what I vaguely remembered to be Mrs. Mercer’s eldest daughters room, having stayed there one night with my older brother and sister a decade ago when she watched us while our parents went out of town for some work thing. One side of the room was blocked off with a wall of floor to ceiling glass, effectively sectioning off the massive jacuzzi-sized bathtub and two massive showers, with a long bench between the two areas. I watched as Greg got both showers going, turning his attention to a fancy digital display on each showing the temperature of the water with several buttons I could only guess the function of neatly to the side. Finally, with a touch of one of the buttons, both of the shower heads turned on with a powerful spray, quickly filling the room with steam. Greg quickly undressed outside the room, and gestured I do the same. We each stood under one of the shower heads, and I let out a happy moan as the water pelted the muscles in my neck and back. “One of Mike’s must-haves,” Greg chuckled, before grabbing a bottle of soap and working up a lather, it’s spicy smell filling the room, “I got a pool, and he gets his toys. Though, I have to admit its a nice toy.” “Yeah, this shower is amazing,” I groaned, slicking back my hair under the water. “So, why didn’t you tell Mike and I you have a twin,” Greg asked nonchalantly, before handing the bottle of expensive smelling body soap over to me, “Twins are pretty hot sometimes.” “Oh… um…. No…” I said, stammering slightly, “I’m the youngest kid actually. Thats my older brother Ryan. He’s like two years older than me. And uh… that would be pretty weird. Hah…” “Oh, you both look so similar,” Greg continued, working the lather around his body before stepping back into the spray, “We thought maybe you chickened out when we saw him leave. We both were glad when you came out the front door.” “Yeah, I actually hear that a lot,” I said, now scrubbing my body and sneaking a quick feel of my loose ass, “He and I are nothing alike though. He’s in town for the summer for an internship.” “Hmmm, any other siblings?” Greg asked absently, now working towards shampooing his hair. “Just an older sister. We actually have a dinner tonight, so… I won’t umm….” I said, trying to think how I should word what I was thinking, “I won’t be free tonight.” “Oh, no worries, bud,” Greg chuckled, “I think Mike and I both have plans until next week. Not that we don’t enjoy destroying your sexy fucking hole. And breeding it nice and deep with our dirty loads.” I blushed slightly, my hole twinging as I felt a small bit of cum leak out. “Also, we’re still drawing up some ideas on what we want to show you each week,” Greg continued, leisurely rinsing the soap out of his hair. “I…. That’s cool,” I said, feeling suddenly shy and unsure for no reason, “Is there really that much to learn?” “Heh, you have no fucking idea boy. We’ve literally only scratched the surface,” Greg chuckled, before reaching over towards the digital panel, “Ready for me to shut this off?” I nodded, and suddenly, at the press of a button, the water shut off. We dried off mostly in silence, with Greg occasionally asking a few minor questions, like what my plans were. Finally, dressed back in my clothes, Greg walked me back to the front door. Suddenly, he turned around and ran back to the basement. “Wait here, I got something for you as well as some homework,” he yelled out to me as he went down the stairs. Inwardly I groaned, hoping that I wasn’t going to have to put that freaking plug back in. I was already tired, still had a ton of chores to do, and the dinner tonight. I would NOT be able to function with that monster back inside my guts. Thankfully, Greg arrived back with a basic looking linen bag. I looked inside and saw a large cigar box, a lighter, and cigar cutter. Also, there was a blank envelope filled with something. I looked up at Greg, unsure what he wanted. “Mike and I want that entire box smoked by next week,” Greg said, grinning, “We expect you to take a picture or video of you smoking them each time you light up. We’ll be sending you a group text later showing how hot you looked today as encouragement.” I nodded, surprised and unsure what to say. “Good boy,” Greg said, before leaning down and kissing me deeply, working his tongue deep in my mouth. “Complete that homework for us and we’ll let you come back over for your next lesson,” Greg chuckled, before opening the door and gently shoving me out the door, shutting it firmly behind me. Looking back down into the back, I let out an exasperated chuckle before walking back over to my house. Just what in the actual fuck did I get myself into? I thought to myself as I quickly made my way through the now stifling heat. Looking up in the sky, I estimated that it was likely around noon. Quickly enough, I was at my door, and after a bit of quick work, unlocked the door and shut the heat out behind me. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the envelope before pulling out a small wad of cash. At first, I was kind of disappointed, thinking that Greg and Mike had pulled a fast one on me, until I noticed the denomination of the bills. “Jesus… eight hundred?” I said out loud in shock. I counted it three more times, holding them up to the light and confirming each one to be real and genuine. This was more than I made in a month. Hell, it was almost what I made in a summer. Begrudgingly, I looked at the bag. Even if the sex wasn’t mind blowing, the money was beyond worth it. “Looks like I’m going to have some homework to do…” I said with a sigh, feeling my dick rising in my jock.

Ryan decided to stay with Aaron for a few weeks, as he was nervous over converting if he did. Well, “if” was not really the right mind set, it was when. It was inevitable, as he and Aaron had hot brother sex every day since, taking turns fucking each other. Finally about 2-3 weeks after their kidnapping, Ryan did feel a little bad, not horrible, but not right either. Aaron took Ryan off to the clinic he went to for testing, and sure enough, Ryan showed Poz. The only reaction the brothers had was to get instant hard ons. The first thing the brothers did was head off to the tattoo place that Bart told them about to get their own biohazard tattoos. When they got there, they saw Bart there and found he owned the parlor. He recognized them immediately. “So, the brothers appear. Am I to guess that Big Bro’s gift took and your both here to get your badges of honor?” Bart took them back to a private room and had them strip down. Bart shaved both of their chests and carefully washed them. They both got about four inch biohazards tattoos done on their left pectorals. By the time the tattoos were done, the brothers had rock hard dripping erections. Bart just had to quench his thirst on that toxic love juice, and promptly got on his knees and took each cock one by one in his mouth and drank their juices. Once Bart had his fill of the brothers copious sweet precum, he turned them around and bent them over his table so he could get at their firm dimpled asses. Aaron’s nicely fuzzy ass, and Ryan’s some what less fuzzy one (which Bart was sure would fill in in a few years to match Aaron’s). Bart took his turn between the two asses, spreading the cheeks and running his tongue all in the hairy valleys, all against the fuzzy holes and finally driving his tongue as deeply into their beings as possible. Aaron and Ryan moaned through out the rimming, their cocks never going down, and juices flowing out of their foreskins to the floor. While Bart was down at their asses giving them all his attention, he noticed for the first time that the brothers had tattoos on their left butt cheeks. Looking at them, they were identical and something he’d never seen before, and expertly done, but it also looked vaguely familiar like may be he has seen it. He looked closely at both as he lightly ran his tongue over them. They appeared to be three stylized arms made into a Celtic knot each “arm” also had a stylized letter, one being A, another R and last a M. The center of it all with all the lines a swirls almost seemed to have the biohazard sign in it. Bart could see a way of using a few colors to call a subtle attention to that. Bart lightly rubbed the tatts, “So boys, what is this beautiful tatt on your asses. It can’t be obvious spelling arm and be arms making a knot.” Aaron spoke up, “That’s a design I did for my brothers and I. Us three are exceptionally close. After our parents died I did that for us three, and we all decided to have them put on our asses. All three of us are gay, and came out to each other when our parents died. It was my first act as our baby brother’s guardian to allow him to get the tattoo at 15. Matty was just 15, Ryan was 18 and I was 21. Matty is 18 now and about to graduate.” “Well, now that is a special tatt then. Matty, so there is a third one of you hot boys? Matty, um, Matty?! Hold on, let me get something, I remember something now. You two keep yourselves busy a moment, let get my pad and delay my next appointment a short bit.” “Fuck, that tatt looks great on your chest Aaron. Turn around and let me see that ass tatt too.” As Aaron turned around Ryan pushed him over the table, and attacked his ass with his tongue. This made Aaron start to moan loudly. Ryan got his tongue deep into Aaron. Ryan was working over Aaron’s hole making it all wet and ready. Ryan stood up, and rubbed the tip of his hard and dripping cock against Aaron’s hole. At that point Bart walked back in, and saw the brothers in such a compromising hot position. He got right up against Ryan from behind, reached around and grabbed Ryan’s cock. “Such a hot sight to walk in to. Here let me help you put your dick into your big brother.” Fitting words to action, Bart nestled Ryan’s foreskin covered head against Aaron’s hole and using his body pushed Ryan slowly and steadily into Aaron. Both brothers moaned out an “oh fuck”. “Then while you boys have a nice little fuck, let me show you something. Ryan look over your brother’s shoulder while humping him.” Bart pulled up bbrts on his notepad, and an account that had caught his attention a few weeks ago. He showed the following posting to the boys fucking. NEWLY 18 AND SEEKING GIFT I just turned 18, and graduating in a month. Heading back home, and looking for a cumming home gift. Do you have the right package to give me the gift I want? Especially love skin wrapped delivery systems. Matty needs his gift soon. With the posting were some great pictures of a very fit twink. Beautifully fit chest with a little patch of hair between his pectorals, patch of hair around each nickel sized nipples. Shaggy treasure trail from his bellybutton to his bushy pubes, and a beautiful uncut cock. Just a hint of juice coming out the lips of his foreskin. The next picture showed a beautiful muscular back down a triangle to a perfect dimpled ass, with just a few hairs coming out the valley, hinting at a very nice fuzzy hole. On the nicely dimpled left cheek, that now very familiar tattoo. “Holy fuck!!” both boys said in unison, which at the same time they both blasted their very toxic loads, one all over the parlor table and one deeply inside an ass.

Chapter Ten I walked out of the showers and saw Cody giving Jack a high five before walking away. “Have fun?” Jack asked me with a grin. “What?” walking over to him quickly I whispered, “What did you do?” “Relax,” Jack said putting a hand on my shoulder, “You had fun right?” “What did you tell him?” I demanded. His eyes darted around and then reached out and grabbed my throat, “Watch your tone bitch, don't forget who owns your ass.” I cannot tell you how much I hated that my dick twitched under my towel. “I told him you might be up for some fun and it looks like I was right. You're going to have to get used to me making choices for you. You're just a big cocked fuckboy who will do what I say and get off doing it. Got it?” I nodded. He released me and I gasped in a huge breath of air, “I'm sorry Jack.” He kept his hand by my face and stuck a finger into my mouth, “Suck.” I was shocked but my tongue rolled around his finger just the same. “Good boy, you're going to have nothing but pleasure tonight.” My knees literally got weak for a moment, just imagining what he was going to do to me tonight. He pulled his finger out, “Get dressed before anyone sees you sporting wood.” I looked down and sure enough, my towel was tented out as my cock bobbed in front of me, looking for some attention from anyone. Jack chuckled “Yeah,” he said brushing against my hardness, “This knows what's what doesn't it?” I nodded and moved to throw on my jeans to cover my cock. “Let's drop by your house so you can grab some clothes and I'll drive you over to mine.” I nodded, realizing I was used to Jack telling me what to do. It had always been this way, it wasn't like I was the sharpest took in the shed, so I had always let Jack make the choices. But now it was more, now I was his to command...and more than a little of me liked it. I thought about it driving over to my parent's house, had I always been Jack's bitch or had I always wanted to be? We walked in and my mom smiled and came and gave me a hug, “Well look who makes an appearance!” “Mom!” I said blushing. “I know, I know, you're in college and come and go as you choose, but I can miss you.” “Is that our wayward son?” my dad's voice boomed from the other room. “Come say hi before he vanishes!” My dad walked into the room and as always, my head went down in respect to the man. My dad had been a marine for years and just recently retired. Him and my mom was still young, both of them only hitting forty next year. If people thought I had a good body it was obvious looking at my dad where I got it from. My dad was a 6 foot slab of muscle that demanded perfection in everyone around him. Especially from me. “I feel like we should just leave you a weekly bill for our hotel use,” he said joking, but he wasn't. “Sorry sir, been busy with practice.” “Yeah and chasing pussy, right?” “Trevor, stop!” my mom said hitting his shoulder. “What? I was tagging women left and right at his age. In fact I remember you being one of those tags,” he said with a smile and my mom blushed. “I broke it off with Cheryl sir, I need to focus more on baseball and school.” He glanced at Jack, “So Jack here is going to help you study or help you get some tail this weekend?” Jack chuckled, “Guilty sir, but I'll take care of him.” My dad shook Jack's hand, “You always have son,” he looked at me, “You listen to Jack son, you got that? He has a good head on his shoulders.” “Yes sir,” I said, wanting to get out of here before this gets worse. “Where you two off to?” “My house,” Jack said, “Might have some friends over for a hang.” My dad smiled, “I bet.” God if my dad ever knew. “Ok get out of here, you boys stay out of trouble, remember your choices now determine your life. Make good choices.” “Yes sir,” I answered immediately. “I'm gonna grab some clothes,” I told Jack. “Cool, I'll stay here and talk to your dad.” Lovely. I raced upstairs to grab my clothes, wondering why my dad liked Jack more than me. He had always demanded so much from me while Jack was always perfect and never got flack for anything. I got downstairs and they were laughing with each other, sharing a joke I would never know. “You ready man?” Jack asked me. I nodded. “Call your mom this weekend,” my dad ordered me, “She worries about you.” “Yes sir,” I said standing up straight. He ruffled my head and with a smile said, “You're such a daddy's boy.” I had a flash of Blackthorn making me call him daddy and I locked that thought down fast. I just smiled at him “Yes sir I am.” He just stared at me for a moment and then jerked his head, “Ok, get out of here.” “See ya Mr. Palmer,” Jack said as we ran out the door. We got into Jack's car and I let out a sigh of relief, “God he makes me nervous.” Jack laughed as he drove to his house, “Ah you probably just have the hots for him now.” “What?” I said outraged. “Joking man! Calm your tits!” Whatever, that wasn't funny. We pulled up to his house, which was much larger than ours. Jack's parents had a two story house, the top floor belonging to Jack and his little brother and an empty room where Jack's older brother used to live before he got married. His parents stayed downstairs, leaving the top floor to their boys and braved going upstairs only when needed. That means more than a few weekends Jack and I have hung out in his room getting drunk as fuck with no one to bother us. We walked in and there was just a filled with noise upon noise. Jack's little brother, Logan was running around with only a pair of soccer shorts on and there were two other high school kids wearing the same thing. They were all in great shape and I figured they must be part of Logan's soccer team. Where Jack was a baseball jock his older brother had played football and his younger played soccer. It was an athletic family and all of them could have been on the cover of and A&F catalog in a pinch. Jack's mother was surrounded by the boys, all of them clamoring for something. “Hey!” Jack called out, “Back upstairs you little creeps!” “Mom, are you?” Logan asked, ignoring his brother. “When you dad gets home I will order as many pizzas as we need. You staying over too Ev?” I nodded and smiled. “So about a dozen pizzas and a case of Pepsi.” The kids cheered and ran upstairs as a pack. “I didn't know they were all going to be here,” Jack said. His mom rolled his eyes, “They decided it was a Fortnight weekend and...you know I don't care. But they are here.” “I am hungry though,” Jack said with a grin, “When's dad home?” “Do not start with me, he should be getting off in a few and then food for everyone.” Jack kissed his mom on the cheek, “I will not cheer loudly and run upstairs in glee.” She laughed and smiled at me, “Every time I see you Everett you get bigger and bigger.” “Aw thanks Mrs. Lipton.” “Come on, let's get into my room and barricade it off from the munchkins.” “Jack, they are both 18, wasn't so long ago you were their age so be nice.” “I was their age and now I'm not, which means Darwin rules. Only the fittest survive and look at us,” he said standing next to me and flexing, “Those squirts are mine!” He laughed evilly and headed upstairs while his mom shook her head. “I really didn't know they'd all be here, I figured Logan and whatever guy he's attached at the hip to would be here.” “I remember being attached at your hip when we were his age.” He looked back and winked, “And now you're attached to my dick.” I felt myself blush and my dick twitched. We threw our stuff down in his room and I fell back onto his bed, “So what's the plan?” He walked over towards me, “I am going to fuck you until you can't walk. And then when you're crawling away, I'm going to keep fucking you.” Jeez that sounded hot and he leaned over and kissed me. It was nice, rough, aggressive, very Jack. He tasted saltier than any girl I've kissed and his stubble was a huge fucking turn on all of a sudden. I reached up to pull him in and his door flew open. “Jack get us some...holy fuck! You weren't kidding!” I pushed Jack off as he spun around and faced his little brother, “What the fuck have I said about knocking!” Logan looked like a mini Jack, all abs and muscles, cute face, perfect skin and a swagger than I bet made him super popular with the girls. I hadn't seen him shirtless in a while, the kid was filling out. “Oh come on! I don't care, we just need some beer! Get us some and we'll share our weed.” “Get the fuck out of my room before I beat your ass.” “Get us beer!” the younger boy whined. “I'll think about it, OUT!” Logan looked at me and smiled, “Nice to see you finally came out.” Jack pushed him out of his room and slammed the door. “God I could kill that brat.” “You told him?” Jack looked back at me. “He said you were right, you told him about me?” Jack shrugged, “He's my brother, what does it matter? You think I ain't seen his friends sucking him off at sleepovers? It's no big deal.” “I didn't want him to know!” I complained. Jack took as step towards me, his face stern. “And I told him. You have a problem...bitch?” His tone, his stance, everything inside of me paused and I felt my mouth go dry, “No.” “No what?” I looked down, “No sir.” He grabbed my chin and made me look at him, “I own your ass now, just let me worry about decisions and you just sit there and look like the fucktoy you are. Ok?” I nodded, because honestly since we've been friends Jack always made the choices, I always went along with him. Now, it was just sexual. “You'll get it bud,” he said sitting down and pulling me into another kiss, “You'll get used to obeying and everything will be easier. I am going to keep you so fucking horny and so laid...your cock will never want again.” He gripped my cock through my jeans and I kissed him hard. “I'm sorry Jack, I just don't...” “Shhh...it's ok. You're used to thinking you're an alpha jock, and you just now realized you were what?” My face grew red. “Say what you are Everett,” he commanded. “A jock pussy.” “That's my good boy,” he said pulling me down onto the bed with him, I covered him in kisses, so happy I could make him happy. His hand started moving to my jeans when his mother's voice came from downstairs, “Jack!” “Fuck,” he cursed, collapsing on top of me, “I am going to have fucking blue balls.” She called his name again and he got up. “I'll be right back, do not move,” he said with a smile. I nodded and laid there, missing the warmth of him on top of me. He walked out and I was left with my thoughts. This was...nice. I mean I loved Jack as a brother, had since the day we met. Being close with him was just...I don't know. I mean there was the knee jerk thought of gay but the other side was I really, really liked it. This was like just the next stage of our friendship somehow, maybe I was meant... I looked up and Logan was peeking in the door, “He in here?” “Nope, your mom called him.” He walked in, “Ev talk him into getting us come beer please!” The bulge in his little nylon shorts was pretty noticeable, and I don't think he was hard. For a high school kid this kid had some meat. I blushed as I realized I had been checking out my friends little brother. “He will, we'll need some too so he'll grab a 12 pack for you guys.” “Sweet! You guys wanna get high with us?” “What the fuck?” Jack said walking in on Logan. “I was just talking with him!” he screamed and tried to run past Jack who grabbed him and put him under an arm. “I told you to stay the fuck out of my room,” he said throwing the kid down on me, “Hold him.” I grabbed Logan and he squirmed against me ans Logan held him steady and slapped his ass. “JACK!” Logan screamed. “I told you,” smack, “To stay out,” smack, “Of my fucking room!” smack. With each hit Logan tried to pull away, climbing up on my inch by inch. By the fifth hit I could feel Logan's hard dick pressed up against my chest and he had stopping running. “You know what you get, he smacked him a few times and I could hear Logan give a small groan under his breath. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please....” Jack smacked him one last time and let him get up. Logan's dick tented his thin shorts but he made no attempt to cover it, “Please get us some beer...” Jack rolled his eyes, “Fuck, fine! Get out of here!” Logan literally jumped for joy and hugged Jack before running out of the room, his hard dick bobbing under his soccer shorts. “He's as bad as you are sometimes, keep it up and I'll put you over my knee.” I was already hard and smiled, “Would I like it as much as he did?” Jack laughed, “Probably, you're both fucking sex addicts.” He started to pull his shoes on and I sat up, “Where you going?” “My dad's truck broke down, he needs a jump. I'll go get him on the road and pick us up some beer on the way back.” “Want me to come?” He gave me an evil grin, “Badly, but you can stay here. I will be right back.” I blushed again and he smiled, “God I love winding you up.” He leaned over and kissed me and this time I kissed him back hard. I was liking this, a lot, it was like having a girlfriend but so much better. He pulled back, “You are getting into this aren't you?” I nodded eagerly. His smile grew, “Ok, well chill and think about all the way I am going to fuck you silly this weekend. I'll grab us some snacks as well.” I watched him walk out and realized, I missed. Wow I was into this. I grabbed his Xbox and turned on some Fortnite to kill time. About twenty minutes later Logan peeked his face in, “He gone?” I nodded, still playing. “We're doing the same thing in my room, wanna hang out instead of in here by yourself?” I thought about it, “Sure why not?” “Sweet!” he said and walked me over to his room. Where two half naked high school jocks were watching me walk in. “Guys, this is Everett, he's a friend of my brothers.” They nodded and I sat down on a bean bag chair. “You get high?” one of them asked me. I paused and Logan said, “Of course he does, Everett's a stud, only fucking wimps don't smoke. Right?” They were all looking at me so I nodded and said. “Yeah of course.” “Here then,” the kid said, handing me a joint. I looked at it and took a big drag...my night was about to start.

Chapter One Everett didn't even bother to try to go back to his dorm room. He didn't have time to run back, change, shower and drop his uniform off to be cleaned before his first-class started and if his uniform was dirty for practice there would be questions that Everett didn't want to answer. He could swing by the locker room, grab a shower, drop the uniform off and see how much of what he wore yesterday could survive another day before he started to stink up the place. He passed Sliders, the local diner and hang out for students as he drove down Main Street. He was hungry but he didn't think Mrs. Jones would welcome a shirtless teenager into her diner for a meal so he kept driving. The parking lot was empty this early save for a few custodians and the few office staff that opened the school each day. Grabbing the rest of his uniform from the back seat he found his way into the locker room without being caught. What he had worn to school yesterday was still in his locker and Everett took each piece of clothing out and smelled it to see if it could last another day without stinking. Tossing the socks and underwear back into his locker he laid out his t-shirt and jeans on the bench while he looked for a fresh towel. It was weird walking into the large shower room alone, usually, it held at least half a dozen rowdy jocks lathering themselves up while talking up what exactly they had done out on the field. Empty it was like a cave, every sound echoed in ahead of him and the place was colder than a witch's tit. Now that saying always made Everett smile since he wasn't' quite sure why witch's had cold tits but he had heard it as a kid and it stuck with him, bringing him joy every time he thought it. He found a towel and shed what little he was wearing and headed into the showers. Normally this room generated a smorgasbord of emotions in the boy's mind. There was the enjoyment of a hot shower, the relief the water brought after a hard practice and the pent up energy that always seemed to follow the boys into the shower every time they entered. Walking into a group shower was always a little like playing a game of truth or dare where you picked the dare. A group of you entered, naked as the day you were born, and then proceeded to rub yourself down with soap not two feet away from another naked guy. It was awkward, exciting and more than a little erotic to most since everyone looked. The only thing that could make it worse was talking. And there was a lot of talking. In fact, there was a lot of talking with pointing and laughing thrown in for good measure as well. When Everett was young, well younger than now, he got more than a few looks and laughs in the shower. All through junior high, he had earned a couple of nicknames that drove the boy crazy with anger, Elephant Boy. Trunks. One-eyed willy. It wasn't easy growing up with a part of your body that was out of proportion with the rest of you. Because of this, he had learned to hate his member since all it seemed to bring him was shame and embarrassment. That all changed in high school. He had been fifteen the first time he showered with the rest of the team. It had been a grueling two-hour practice under a sun that only southerners know. To most, the sun was a bright, glowing ball of fun and heat that proclaimed the day as starting, in the south the sun was an unbearable master that took great pride in reminding everyone beneath it exactly who was whose slave. So when Everett stumbled into the showers after his first actual baseball practice he didn't notice or care about anyone else or their reactions. Exhaustion had a funny way of erasing little things like embarrassment or modesty in a young man and it was in this mindset he walked into the showers and stood under the nearest empty shower head. The water began to fall down him and he felt their rejuvenate powers begin to work on his tired form. It took a second to realize the shower room was silent save for the falling water. He opened one eye to find the team just staring at him. Well not him but more like part of him. Sighing he turned around and waited for the eventual teasing that would come from exposing himself like that. Instead, a couple of seconds of nothing and then someone yelled to someone outside the shower. “Holy shit Long, I think that freshman has a bigger dick than you!” He had been a sophomore at the time but Everett wisely said nothing. “Bullshit.” someone, but gonna assume it was Long, called back. “Come look, this kid is a beast!” Everett looked back in shock and there were a couple of the older kids whispering to each other, nudging the other one as they talked. Sure enough a tall boy, easily a senior walked into the shower, hair damp so he had already been in and out and looked around. “Who?” he asked outraged. The older boys pointed at him. “Lemme see it.” Long demanded more than asked. Everett looked at him with eyes so wide they were about to fall out of their sockets. “Come on kid, I ain't got all day.” Everett looked around for help and he found his friend Jack looking at him. “Show him.” Jack mouthed. Everett shook his head. “See?” Long said looking back at his friends. “You're full of shit if this kid was swinging he'd show it off.” One of the older boys moved over to Everett. “Come on kid, don't be shy. Show him what you got.” Everett looked at Jack again who nodded. And slowly, he turned around and dropped his hands to his side. Long looked at his junk like it was a loaded weapon while a couple of the other guys started to giggle. “How old are you?” Long asked, still not looking away. “Fifteen,” Everett said in a quiet voice. “And a half.” Long threw his hands up in the air and stomped out. “Fuck this shit.” Followed by his friends clapping and cheering Everett on and that was how the boy found out a big dick can be a good thing. Everett smiled as he remembered the way the team rallied around him, making joke after joke about his size, but all in good fun. That was three years ago and in that time what had been a source of ridicule had become a point of pride and gossip around school. Boys and girls. In the back of his head, he knew he should care that guys looked at him more than they should in the locker room but for some reason, it didn't. If anything it was exciting to him in a way that he refused to go into because if he was being honest, it scared the boy. It was easier to have a girlfriend that was using him as a sex toy than to look at that box of feelings he kept stashed away in his head. As he finished washing he realized the shower room was a lot less fun without the other guys. He missed the laughing and the staring, alone it was just a big room. He was about to wrap things when a hand slapped his bare ass causing him to yelp in surprise. “Come on Palmer, just jerk off at home like everyone else.” The hand and the voice belonged to the coach's aide William, Billy to his friends. He was studying physical therapy over at the junior college and had been hired as a work-study to help Coach Moore with the team this year. Though barely twenty he was considered another teacher by the team and treated accordingly. “Hey, coach,” Everett said turning the water off. “You scared the living shit out of me.” He chuckled as he glanced down. “Watch where you swing that thing bud, you could take someone's eye out with it.” The eighteen-year-old blushed and grabbed the towel hanging outside of the shower. “Sorry coach, it has a mind of its own.” William laughed. “Hey I just got out of my teens, trust me I know the struggle man.” Everett continued to dry himself as the older man began unlocking the gym. “So what brings you in so early? Don't tell me you already worked out?” “Nah, I just didn't have time this morning to grab a shower.” Billy looked up at him “What were you busy doing this early?” Everett blushed and that told the whole story. “You're gonna get caught sneaking out of that girl's house one day and there will be hell to pay.” Everett tossed the wet towel into the hamper and began to get dressed. “What am I supposed to do? Turn down sex? Come on coach you know how it is.” “I do,” Billy said sneaking another glance. “But there are safer ways to get laid than sneaking out of a two-story house.” “Like?” Everett asked, honestly curious. Billy paused and then shook his head. “You know what, ignore that. I don't know what I'm talking about. You just do what you think you need to do.” and walked away. Everett stood there confused, what did he mean by a safer way? And why practically run away when asked how? He shook his head and pulled his shirt on. “People are weird,” he muttered as he got ready for school. He grabbed his backpack, the same one that he had shoved in there yesterday. All of his books would be in there, with all of the homework he hadn't done yet in it as well. “God damn,” he muttered to himself as he thought of all the work he had skipped by falling asleep last night. He slid the backpack over one shoulder and walked out into the hall. “Now I know I've seen everything,” a voice said from behind him, “You got to school early?” He turned around and saw his best friend Jack standing there. He'd known Jack his whole life, they had grown up next door to each other and had become lifelong friends in just one look. Jack's mom used to laugh that they literally learned to walk at the same time. Jack had gotten up and wobbled over to his mother and Everett saw his friend walk, then he just got up and followed suit. “I could say the same 'bout you,” Everett said with a slow grin. Jack looked like he was out of breath and though he was in normal clothes, looked like he had just gotten done running or something. “Nah, just had to see Billy before class.” “I just saw him in the locker room...” Everett turned back to see if the man was there. “I know, he said you were hiding in there. That girl is going to fuck your dick off,” he said nudging his friend's shoulder. “Awww come on, he told you 'bout that?” “Like you wouldn't of, so what happened? Tell me everything.” They started to walk down the hall, only a few people here and there were around so Everett didn't mind sharing. “So I get up there, and I am dead tired man, like ready to puke tired.” Jack nodded, intently listening. So I'm like give me a sec and she's all laying down and shucks my pants off faster than you can say boo.” “And you guys did it?” “Not yet, then she took my jock off and almost killed me cause she didn't know I had my cup in. So I almost yell out but cover my mouth and she's all, ohhh did I hurt it?” “Oh, shit...” Jack said, more excited than ever. “Yeah, so she starts going down in me and...” “Get in here,” Jack said pushing him into one of the broom closets. “What the hell?” Everett asked. “Go on with your story, don't want anyone hearing.” Everett thought about it for a moment, "Good thinking, so she's going down on me and I just lie back cause it was...” “You horny now?” he asked, cutting his friend off. “I'm always horny, why?” “Let's do our thing before class.” “Here?” Everett asked, looking around the small closet. “Come on man, you never minded before,” “It wasn't at school!” “Was that one time in your car...” Everett felt his dick growing hard and knew it was a lost cause. “Fine but lean up against the door with me, so no one can come in.” Jack nodded and they both leaned against the door and opened their jeans. “You're commando?” Jack asked, almost choking. “I think my jock is in my uniform pants, can't remember,” he said pulling his half-hard dick out.” “God damn...” Jack said with pure envy, looking at his friend's tool. “Ok let's do this before...” Jack yanked his dick out and started to stroke it, all the time looking at Everett. “Damn you're worked up, Everett said as he lazily began to fist his cock. Jack just nodded and licked his lips. “You ok?” Jack looked up into his friend's eyes and then smiled, “I have an idea that can make this better.” Better? They'd been jerking off together since they knew how to shoot. Jack had taught Everett how to jerk off and the two of them had been doing it in the same room ever since then. There was a thrill having his best friend watch him. But something better? “How?” Everett asked Jack reached over and took hold of Everett's cock and began to stroke. Everett's eyes got huge as he felt his friend's hand touch his dick for the first time and then he relaxed as he just went with it. “God I wish I had this dick man,” Jack said, pulling up and down on the massive dick as if his own. “Oh jeez Jack, this ain't right....” “You like it right?” Everett nodded. “We're best friends right?” Another nod. “Then how can it be not right?” Everett tried to think of why but the sensations coming from his dick was too much. “Faster,” was all he said. Jack did just that and Everett closed his eyes and sighed. Why was it that his best friend with just a hand could turn him on more than his girlfriend could with actual sex? Jack's other hand cupped his low hanging balls and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh shit Jack...” he said lost in ecstasy. “Yeah, you like that don't you big guy?” Everett nodded, his friend's low voice turning him on even more. “How close?” “Close...” Everett moaned. A moist warmth engulfed the head of his dick and Everett looked down to see Jack going down on him and he exploded. From the force of the orgasm, you'd have guess Everett hadn't shot in weeks and weeks instead of last night. His hands grabbed Jack's head by reflex and held it there as he pumped more and more cum down his friend's throat. Everett shuddered as Jack pulled off his dick, there was a glob of cum at the corner of his mouth. “Why did...” Everett was about to ask when Jack moved forward and kissed him. At first, Everett was too confused to do anything but stand there, but as Jack's tongue began to touch his he could taste himself on his friend and started to kiss back savagely. There was a hunger in Everett that the boy had never felt before and he found himself pushing Jack up against the back wall, ravishing the young man's mouth. Jack pulled back from the kiss and declared, “Oh shit, oh shit...” Everett looked down and saw his friend stroking his own, decent sized dick. Without thought, Everett grabbed his friend's member and began to stroke him. “Faster, harder...” Jack gasped as he felt himself get close. Everett watched as Jack's cock gushed cum everywhere, seven, hot spurts, one after another after another. “Jesus...” Jack cried, trying to catch his breath. Everett smiled, “Well that was new.” His friend returned the smile, “How'd you like it?” Being the honest boy he was Everett was forced to admit he liked it a lot. “I mean, I don't know if I could do that, I mean putting it in my mouth. But you doing it was hot.” Jack smiled and leaned forward and kissed Everett slowly. Again Everett was confused, but he enjoyed the feeling so started kissing him back. They remained that way until the first bell rang and they both knew they were going to be late got class. “Shit,” Jack exclaimed pulling up his pants, “Hey see you at lunch?” Everett nodded pulling his up as well, “I am fucking starving” Jack gave his friend an evil grin, “Well you're the one not sure if you could put it in your mouth.” Everett felt himself blush as his friend slipped out of the closet. “What in the hell just happened?” he asked himself, before heading to class.