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I have quite a few tattoos over my body and decided it was time to go add a new one. Nothing too big. Over the past year I had lost a bit of weight, and my stomach was finally getting flatter. Not a six pack by any means, but flat enough to put something there while I kept working on it. I had recently moved to this suburb just out of Melbourne and wasn’t familiar with the area, so I simply searched online for the closest one. There was a guy a few blocks from me who had lots of good reviews, and he tattooed out of a purpose built shed in his back yard. This sounded perfect as a few of the ones I got previously were in large open spaces with multiple tattoo artists all working. I set up an initial appointment to just look at some art and ideas first. The tattoo guy’s name was Ross. I turned up and followed the signs along the side of the house to a fancy shed at the back. Ross met me at the door to the shed, and I was blown away by his looks. He would have been in his late 20’s I guessed. He was wearing a white singlet and tight jeans. He was about six foot tall; footballers build with legs that looked like they could snap me in half. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and was clean shaven. He clearly worked out. He had what looked like softly hairy chest with blonde hair with lots of tattoos under the hair and obviously he was inked all over. I hesitated in shock and awe as he reached out his hand and introduced himself with a sexy yet cheeky smile clearing checking me from head to toe. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. I was wearing a singlet also and some cargo shorts. I am only 5’7” tall so Ross seemed to tower over me. As he shook my hand, he motioned me inside the shed which was a very professional setup. At one end of the shed was his desk and lots of books and photo albums and pictures on the wall. At the other end was the tattoo equipment and chair/table. I took a seat, and Ross grabbed his stool on wheels and rolled up quite close to me as he grabbed a few photo albums. “I can see you have quite a few tattoos already. What did you have in mind this time?” he said. I mentioned I had been working hard to lose weight and training and was feeling better about my body, so I wanted to get something to show a bit of that off. “You’re looking good mate. Show me all the tats you have and maybe we can work something out from that theme.” I laughed and explained I have a few in some more discreet places that would be out of reach as I took my singlet off. Ross looked at me with a glint in his eye and was caressing the tattoos on my torso and arms which was far more sensual than I was expecting. “Don’t be shy, I need to see them all to get an idea of your mindset”. “I can’t unfortunately as I would need to take my shorts off” I responded laughing. “We are both dudes here, no need to be shy. Or do you want me to take them off for you?” he said with a cheeky grin. Before I could respond he grabbed my cargo shorts and pulled them down to my ankles revelling my white jocks. Without even asking he grabbed my hips and spun me around to reveal the tattoos on my arse. A picture of a small pig smiling on one cheek and the word pig on the other cheek with the end of the “g” turning into an arrow point to my arsehole. He started feeling and touching the tattoos on my arse and I was immediately starting to get hard and ooze precum causing a wet patch on my jock pouch. “Hmmm, I think I am getting an idea now”. He lingered touching my arse for a while. Then broke free suddenly. Standing up he says as though normal and matter of fact, “Nice, you can pull them up. I have an idea for you”. I pulled my shorts up thinking had I got this wrong by some chance? Watching him search his books he had an unmistaken bulge in his jeans. I tried not to stare, but he caught me looking a few times. He came back and sat directly facing me on his stool, legs spready nicely displaying his bulge and held a photo album. But he never opens the album. This time his knee was now touching mine he was so close. He reached across and touched my hand saying, “don’t worry, you’re in good company” and smiled. He then explains, “I am going to go out on a limb and assume by your arse tats you like to be bred?”. I smiled slightly embarrassed, “Yeah, I guess. What my species would call a pig bottom”. Ross then looks me in the eyes, “you mean our species” smiling. “So just how much of a pig bottom are you? I mean, given what I am looking at, you must have plenty of contributors”. “Not as many or much as I would like to be honest. But things are looking up since losing the weight. So, hoping more soon.” I say. Ross then moves his hand to my knee and caresses it slowly, “so how much of a pig”? “To be honest, I would consider myself a no limits pig at this point. After what I would say is many years of limited opportunities, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do.” Ross rolls back a bit from me displaying a large bulge in his jeans and says, “well I have an idea for your next tattoo, and if you are up for it, I will do it for free. Hear me out. Then I want you to go home and think about it and call me with your decision and we can start the process”. “I’m listening”. Ross then stands up directly in front of me. Clearly an eight inch plus cock is trying to escape his tight jeans. He proceeds to take his singlet off. Standing in front of me is nothing short of a dream. My eyes scan his chiselled chest with a eagle spread across his chest covered by a beautiful spattering of blonde hair. As my eyes move down his body they rest on a biohazard tattoo on his right inner thigh just above his pant line about two inches by two inches with the number 2 in the centre. I am fixated on the tattoo. “Touch it” he says. I begin to caress the tattoo using all my self-control not to keep going to his bulge. “What’s the number 2 mean”? I ask. Ross puts his hand on mine to keep it on his tattoo and explains, “That means I was the second person that the guy who knocked me up infected successfully.” It felt like we stayed in that moment forever before he said, “My tally is 7. If I was to give you a similar tattoo, it would have a number 8.” Ross then pulls me up and slowly kisses me with his tongue invading my mouth. Breaking the kiss he says, “would you like to be number 8?” I begin to answer him, but he puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. “No. Don’t answer now. I want you to go home and think about it. Joining the family is a big step. I want you to go home and think about it first. It is a process, and you need to be committed.” He says. I nod and he removes his hand. “Tell me the process and I will go home and think about it.” Right then I knew my answer. But I wanted to respect his process. This is a man no reasonable gay bottom would pass up an opportunity to be fucked by. Ross begins to explain, “Ok. If you decide yes, then this is how it goes. You go get a test to make sure you are negative. You will need to bring that with you next time. I have never gone on meds, and my viral load is super high, so I am nice and toxic. You will come over after work on a Friday evening after work. Clear your calendar for that weekend, because you will spend the entire weekend with me. We will hang out, dinners, movies etc, and you will spend 2 nights with me. I will fuck and breed you every chance I get over the weekend. You will go home on the Sunday evening. Then every night that week you will drop by for 15 minutes, and I will pump a load in you every night that week. During this time, you can’t let anyone else fuck you. You are mine to knock up. There can be no question about it being me.” “After Thursday night, I will give you Friday and Saturday off for a break. Then come over Sunday after dinner and I will pump another load in you and then we will do a home test. If the test is negative, then you take the week off, and come over the following Friday for another weekend like the first. We keep doing the 2-week routine until the job is done.” “Once the test is positive and job is confirmed done, I will give you your own tattoo with the number eight indicating the 8th person I have knocked up for free.” I am trying to take it all in but keep getting lost at the thought of spending a weekend with this guy. Maybe more than one. “Finally, we need to be clear on one thing. Whenever you spend the weekend with me, you will be my boyfriend for the weekend. I will fuck the living daylights out of you, but I will also make sure you feel special the whole time. But when the job is done and you have your tattoo, that’s it. Job done and no further contact. You will just be a number to me.” My brain is racing at this point. My instinct is to blurt out “where do I sign up” but I respect his process. Ross leans in and kisses me again and says, “Now head off and think about it and call me when you make a decision.” I get dressed again and leave. I get in my car and drive about one block away before pulling over and calling him. Ross answers, “what took you so long” and laughs. I respond with, “when can we start?”. Ross: “get your test and results and come over next Friday after work. Bring a change of clothes for the weekend and we will get started.” To be continued…

Part 2 – Night 1. I go and get my tests done on Monday so I can have my results by Friday. I struggle to focus on work all week and start preparing by fasting from Thursday. Come Friday, I am totally useless at work. I cannot concentrate on anything. I finish up work, chuck on my jocks, jeans and t-shirt and pack a weekend bag and head to Ross’ place. I clean out and prep with a dildo thinking I may need to be stretched for his first load. At 6pm on Friday I am knocking on his front door. The weird thing is that there is no question in my mind as to what I want. I wouldn’t consider myself a chaser at this point, but I wanted Ross so bad that it just seemed natural to want his babies in me. The whole week I have been doodling the number 8 all over the place. Ross opens the door and invites me in and kisses me right there in the doorway. He is wearing a singlet and footy shorts and is already tenting a full hard on. He takes my bag from me and throws it in the living room and shuts the door behind me. He kisses me again and turns me around just inside the door and pulls my jeans down. Thank God I prepped earlier. He spits on his hand, and I can feel his cock rock hard against my back and crack. I then feel the head of his eight-inch cock lubed with spit at my hole. I am expecting an onslaught, but instead he slowly enters me until he is balls deep in me. He holds it there to let me adjust and kisses my neck. He whispers in my ear, “I haven’t cum all week, so this will be fast and a big load to start”. He slowly starts fucking me and kisses my neck and ear the entire time. As he fucks me, he is constantly saying softly “No turning back now. You’re mine now”. Only 5 mins in he says, “here it comes” and he bottoms out. I have taken some big loads before, but I can honestly say this must have been a huge load. He holds his hard cock in me as he pumps rope after rope of his toxic seed in me. His hands are all over my body as his warm chiseled body is pressed against my back. He doesn’t pull out and doesn’t soften. He slowly starts to fuck me again. “Stay there, I have another one for you”. He fucks me again. This time I can feel his cum dripping out down my leg as he is fucking me. In another 5 minutes he is pumping another load in me. We haven’t even made it past the front door, and I have two loads in me. Kissing my neck as he goes soft and pops out of my hole a glob of his cum falls on the floor. “Stay there” he says and goes to a room and comes back with a butt plug. He slides it in and says “we need to make sure it has every chance to take. No letting any go”. Ross then starts to show me around the house as his guest for the weekend. He takes my bag to his bedroom which has a king bed and several mirrors and tv. Moving behind me he puts his hands around me and states, “remember this. This is where it will happen. This is the place your life will change forever. If that intro hasn’t already done the trick.” We throw my stuff down and head out to the loungeroom and we snuggle on the couch and order pizza for dinner. We spend the night on the couch cuddling and kissing. He was right. He is treating me like his boyfriend, and it is intoxicating. We decide to head to bed early at 9:30pm and Ross then fucks me again twice in bed watching tv before cuddling me from behind with his breath on my neck. He slowly rubs my belly saying “it’s all happening in there. That’s all me”. As I fall asleep in his arms I drift off knowing I have 4 toxic loads in me and they are from what I think is the sexiest man alive. To be continued…

Part 4 – Final Day: I wake up the next morning to Ross already inside me. I am still half asleep as I hear Ross grunting and groaning as he pumps his first load for the day in me. We stay in bed watching tv most of Sunday morning and Ross gives me another load mid-morning before we finally get out of bed. We shower together and get dressed and head out for lunch. We go to a nearby beach and have fish and chips before walking along the beach. Ross has his arm around me or is holding my hands the whole time. We walk along the full length of the beach before getting the end where it becomes bushland. We walk up to what would be considered one of the heads at the end of the beach. Ross drags me off the track just out of view of the track and makes out with me before pulling my pants down. You got it. He has me bent over a log with my shorts around my ankles fucking me. Another guy turns up and is wanking his cock as Ross fucks me. He indicates he wants to fuck me too. Ross says no. “This is my boyfriend mate. Only I fuck him”. The guys asks if he can watch as Ross breeds me and Ross indicates yes. As Ross breeds me the other guys cums all over my back and leaves. Ross wipes it all away keeping it away from my arse. He kisses me and says, “It has to be me, not questions”. We walk back to the car and head home where we get pizza for dinner again. I am conscious the weekend is coming to an end and a bit disappointed. But I know I will get a load off Ross for the next four nights at least. As I am about to leave, Ross pumps one last load in me and slides in the butt plug. “Keep that in ya until tomorrow morning, then you can shower and clean out ready fore tomorrow night”. He kisses me passionately and I leave from my amazing weekend. I keep the plug in until the next morning as instructed and then clean out. The rest of the week involved me going over to Ross’ place and just bending over the couch and taking a load and leaving. Come Friday, I am really bummed that I won’t be getting another load until Sunday and I am missing Ross. TBC…

Part 3 – Day 2 I wake up the next morning around 7am to Ross nibbling my neck and the sensation of his already rock-hard cock nudging the entrance to my hole. I instinctively push my arse backwards in pleasure and his cock pops inside me with ease. He lays there slowly fucking me from behind kissing my neck until he suddenly speeds up and dumps a morning load in me. I roll over and we both begin to make out. It feels like a honeymoon. He wasn’t joking when he said he would treat me like his boyfriend for the weekend. Laying there in his arms we chat about a few innocuous things, and he mentions he goes to the gym at 9am and wants me to join him. We get up and head to the gym and I do a somewhat abbreviated version of his workout while a lot of hotter guys look on. My brain keeps saying “mismatch”. But Ross is not shy in showing affection to me at the gym in front of other guys. After our workout, we head to the showers and Ross insists on sharing one with me. They are separated by shower curtains, but Ross leaves ours half open as we shower for anyone passing to see. We soap each other and I am in a trance as I soap his beautiful body. We are both hard by the end and before we finish, Ross turns me around and bends me over against the wall as the shower is running and slides in with soap and fucks me in the shower. I am unable to see if anyone watches as I am facing the wall, but Ross leaves the curtain only half pulled. I am sure some guys saw/watched. After the gym we go for a late breakfast and again talk about our lives. Ross is either touching my legs or hands almost all the time. At a few points he reminds me of all his seed in me and what we are doing and how well it must be progressing with his DNA inside me. As we leave the restaurant, he tells me to give it one more hour and then I can clean out to keep me prepped. We get home and I do as he tells, and I note that nothing comes out. I have absorbed all of Ross so far, and I feel so honored and proud. We spend the afternoon looking through his tattoo studio and looking at some biohazard tattoo designs. Ross insists on me choosing a design unique to me if we include the number eight. We then head out to a movie after dinner. Not as many people go to the movies now which works in our favor, so we sit up the back and make out. For the first time Ross turns his attention to me, and he sucks me off during the movie. I explode in his mouth quickly as I haven’t cum in days. After I finish Ross then kisses me with my cum and we share my load until it’s all gone. We head home and back to bed for another evening of fucking. Ross dumps another 2 loads in me before we fall asleep the same way as the last night. I am in heaven.

@chainsmokerpig No problem. Glad you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Hope the next chapter is just as enjoyable! @SirGalatsi Thanks! @kitpig No comment. Not giving any spoilers! @Medwaym I appreciate to kind words. Glad you're enjoying it! Next chapter has been sitting on my desk for a few days now, and trying to get the next several written out so I can keep posting regularly. Also have an idea bouncing around on top of what I'm working on in secret, so stay turned! ------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 10- Secrets for Profiting in Bull and Bear Markets Part of me felt a tinge of nervousness as the thought of someone seeing us went through my mind. It was then I remembered Greg telling me that nobody would see us through the dark tint of the car windows. Feeling a bit more reassured, I got to work. Slowly, I stroked Greg’s massive cock as he drove, the soft sounds of pop and club music playing on the radio as we rode in silence. After a bit, I slowly worked my way down to Greg’s balls, squeezing and gently fondling them, enjoying the feeling of the heavy orbs moving around in the loose sack of skin. After a few minutes, I got a sinister idea and slowly worked the upper part of my seatbelt off, before bending over and taking Greg’s cock into my mouth. “Fuck yeah boy,” Greg groaned around the still unlit cigar in his mouth, as he slowly moved his right hand on top of my head, running his fingers slowly through my hair. I slowly worked the large cock down my throat, surprised at the near ease I was taking it. Part of me realized that I’d been sucking cocks now for over a week now, and that I had gone from barely able to fit half the cock to feeling it hit the back of my throat with nearly no gagging. “That’s it, baby, worship the cock that’s going to change you,” Greg whispered as he continued to slowly stroke the top of my head, “I’m not ready to cum just yet, but you’re doing a good job keeping daddy hard. Just a little longer and we’ll be at our next stop.” I gave a slight nod, as I slowly began to work the tip of my tongue around the head, swirling it around several times, making Greg moan more. After several minutes, Greg pulled my head off, as the vehicle softly stopped. Sitting at the stop light, Greg took the cigar out of his mouth and pulled back slightly on my hair, his right hand still buried in my hair. Taking it as a sign to open my mouth, having had both the men do it to me, I complied. Greg spit a large glob of spit into my mouth, smiling as I instinctively swallowed. “Goooood boy, swallow all of daddy’s spit,” Greg said, smiling, as he turned his attention back to the road, the light now turning green, “You love pleasing daddy, don’t you boy?” “Yes sir,” I said softly, “I love making you happy.” Nodding, Greg released my hair, letting me slump back slightly in the leather seat. “You’re getting really good at making Daddy’s cock happy with that dirty fucking mouth,” Greg said, sticking the cigar back in his mouth as he turned his attention back to the road, “We’re only a block away, so I guess you earned another treat from Daddy.” I looked around, noticing we were in a part of town I couldn’t really say I had been to before. Around us were a ton of shorter brick buildings, denoting a much older and established part of town. Most of the shop seemed well kept, advertising their various wares; one window displaying a bunch of reclaimed clothing, another some sidewalk cafe. Crossing a major thoroughfare, the buildings gave way to bars and other various shops. Greg silently turned down an alleyway, before parking the SUV behind one of the brick buildings. “We’re here,” Greg said, unceremoniously as he opened the door and stepped out. I followed suit, getting hit with a wave of hot, humid air as the buzz of countless air conditioners whirred away. Waving me over, we walked up to one of the buildings, as Greg pressed the buzzer beside the door. We waited a short time before the door opened and a tall, lanky man greeted us. The man’s hair was buzzed to almost bald, his body covered in tattoos and multiple piercings. “‘Bout time you got here,” the man said, motioning for us to enter. Greg led the way and I silently followed, happy to be out of the stifling heat and in the slightly cool air of the dark hallway. The air still had a slightly muggy quality to it, likely due to the age of the building I guessed as I looked around, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. It also carried a faint smell of smoke and antiseptic, barely registrable to my nose. Exposed brick lined the exterior walls, with simple dark grey walls and two separate cheap looking plain wood doors. The muted sound of what sounded like rock or metal come from behind the farther door, and the walls had several portraits of artwork. As Greg gave the man a brief half hug, I looked at some of the artwork. A huge, extremely colorful butterfly filled the canvas of one, a snake on another. Various roses and portraits of people. Finally my eyes landed on one in particular, a rather demonic looking skull, smoke drifting out of its mouth with glowing red eyes. The sound of buzzing came from beyond the door, and I instantly I knew we were now standing in the back of a tattoo parlor. “Yeah, he almost made cream on the way here,” Greg chuckled, his hand protectively wrapping around my shoulders as his hand draped over one. “Hmm… so this is the new project Ben was going on about earlier,” the man said, eyeing me up and critically, “Not exactly stunning, and definitely not what I would have expected. Especially from you two. What happened to that one guy a while back? He was quite the looker.” I felt somewhat self conscious, my mind going back immediately to my conversation in the car with Greg. Looking down, I felt small as I stood there silently now looking at the floor, quickly beginning to feel deflated. An icy pit in my stomach began to form, as the man had clearly just said what I had been think just a short while earlier. “When have you ever known Ben of all people to exaggerate,” Greg replied, slowly moving his hand to the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb along a certain spot, making me shudder at how good it felt, “Riley here is going to surprise you, man. Sexy little fucker and we couldn’t be prouder at how fast he’s coming along. Just trust me, Garrison, this pig will be milking a load out of both of you in no time.” Something in me warmed slightly, hearing Greg defend me. I unconsciously leaned into the sensation of Greg rubbing the nape of my neck. Garrison looked at me flatly, still eyeing me up and down. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said flatly, before waving me towards door, “C’mon, Jay is already setting up the tray and is wanting to see what the hype is about. I’ll take you over and we can go over some of the designs.” Greg continued to rub my neck in the same spot, making me melt on the spot as he slowly worked it. Bending over slightly, he began to whisper in my ear. “Don't pay him any mind. Did you like Daddy touching you on your neck?” Greg whispered, kissing the spot before he continued to speak, my legs buckling just slightly as he did, “Looks like I found a spot to make your boy hole melt. I’ll have to let Daddy Mike know too. Make your brain melt and get you all worked up.” I shuddered and wordlessly nodded, fighting the urge to moan. I didn’t want to embarrass Greg by losing my mind over such an inconsequential spot on my neck being touched. “Honestly, though, don’t worry about Gary,” Greg said, continuing work the spot, “He’s a prickly bastard on a good day. Great fuck though. You have no idea how hot you are, boy. Just be the sexy fucking pig you are and he’ll warm up.” Greg then gently pushed me forward, his hand slowly tracing down my back before patting my ass as we followed behind Garrison, entering a long room lined with padded leather chairs all in several different shapes along one wall. Finally we stopped at the end and Greg gestured for me to sit down. Sitting at the station was a skinny guy with tons of piercings and a bright neon green mohawk. He jumped up and gave Greg a huge hug, smiling as he looked over at me. “Ah, is this the notorious Riley I heard all about,” the mohawk guy said, turning and taking a hard look at me, “Not your usual affair, but… I like it. Nice clean canvas, I hope?” “Riley, this is Jason. Jason… Riley,” Greg said, pointing between the two of us with a smile. Suddenly, Jason reached down and gave my groin a squeeze. I was shocked at first at the sudden intrusion, only calming slightly as Greg let out a slight chuckle. “Fuck, got the pig in a nice tight cage already,” Jason said appreciatively, hefting the heavy metal cage as if weighing it before moving down the my balls, the skin loose from the heat outside earlier. “Yeah, pig here was naughty the other night and needed punished,” Greg said, procuring the lighter in his pock and pulling the cigar out of his mouth. Slowly, he lit the cigar and puffed it to life. I stared almost hungrily at it, feeling a craving for one myself, “Was at the park and playing without knowing the rules.” “Wait… this is the…. No….” Jason said, releasing my balls before working around to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before feeling the base of the plug in my ass. Giving a nod and a smile, he gave my ass a slight smack, “He’s that guy from the park? Brad says he fucking cums buckets.” I blushed, suddenly realizing they knew about the smokey blowjob I had given and received in the park before. “I heard he’s a fucking sexy little shit when he’s smoking,” Jason continued, reaching over to the table behind him, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and expertly pulling one out and lighting it up, inhaling hard before exhaling towards me, “Mind if he puts on a show for me while we get to work?” Greg nodded at me, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his key to the SUV, handing it to me. “Go get one of the gifts your Uncle Ben gave you,” Greg said, smiling around the cigar, “Take your time and pick out a good choice to show Jason. I want you inhaling it if you can.” Slowly, I nodded, taking the key and walked back to the back hallway and out the door. Making my way to the trunk area, I opened it and began to look through the large brown bag. A large, glass topped chest was sitting in it, filled with various shapes and sizes of cigars, as well as a few smaller leather pouches and a metal tool and cigar cutter. Beside it, several pipes sat in the bottom of various sizes and shapes as well as few different lighters. It all felt overwhelming in a way, and with as expensive as they looked, I figured there had to be well over a thousand dollars worth of things in the bag. Again, I felt self conscious, feeling as though this wads entirely too much I frowned and looked down at all the things. Suddenly, I jumped as I head Garrison speak, having missed him stepping out the door, smoking and looking at his phone. “Go with the larger sized one. The darker, the better…” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke, “If you have a really big one with a green stripe, it’ll drive Jason wild.” “Oh… uh…. Thanks…” I said, softly, not wanting to make eye contact, my thoughts going immediately back to his previous comments. “So… sorry about earlier,” Garrison said, taking a deep drag as he spoke, “Had a really shitty customer throwing a fit right before you came in. Took it out on you, and you didn’t deserve it.” “Its ok…” I said quietly, still not wanting to make eye contact, “I’m fine.” “Eh, not really,” he replied, taking another drag as he continued speaking, “I was an ass. Greg told me that you feel pretty insecure about your looks. Just know, Greg and Mike are very particular and don’t just chase random ass. If they chose you, that means you have nothing to worry about in the looks department.” “I…. Um.. Thanks…” I said, finally looking up a little and meeting his gaze, “I… I don’t know if I see what they do, but thanks for letting me know. And sorry you had a shitty customer.” Finishing the cigarette, Garrison tossed it down the alley before giving me a slight nod. “See you in there,” he said flatly, before walking away, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. Quickly, I got the cigar he described cut and pocketed the lighter, putting the cigar in my mouth as I had seen Greg do earlier. Walking back in, I shut the door behind me, forcing myself to walk confidently back in as I walked over to the station and sat down. “Fuckin’ hell man, now that’s a cigar,” Jason said, smiling at me, “Go ahead and pull that shirt off so we can get started.” I quietly complied, pulling the tight black shirt off and setting it neatly across my legs, leaning back, unsure what would happen next. I looked over at Greg, who only smiled. “Jason here is going to pierce those sexy nipples of yours,” Greg said, puffing happily on his cigar, “And since you were a good boy and made me happy on the way here, you can get one more piercing today of your choice.” I sat for a second, thinking about his words, unsure what to do or say. Finally, I looked at Greg. “What do you think I should get, sir?” I asked, hoping that asking him would get a happy response, “What would make you and Daddy Mike happy?” “Fucking sexy little slave there, Greg,” Jason said, laughing at my response, “Can’t believe he’s so polite and obedient!” “Hmmm…” Greg said, smiling widely, clearly satisfied with my answer, “Hot little pig like you? What do you think, Jason… would the pig look hot with a septum piercing?” “Fuck yeah, definitely would show the world what a fucking piggy he is,” Jason said, grinning as well, “Could start small so he can hide it after you send his cum flooded ass back home to mommy.” “Sold,” he said, before pointing at me, “Now go ahead and show Jason how much you love smoking for your daddies.” I nodded again, happily taking the cigar and toasting it like they did, before putting it in my mouth and beginning to puff greedily on it. Thinking back to Garrison’s words, I took a deep inhale and held it in for a moment, fighting the urge to cough from the shocking amount of smoke. Finally I lazily let the smoke drift out of my mouth, letting the smoke out through my nose. “Fuckin’ holy shit man,” Jason said, his hand rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me smoke, “Didn’t you say this pig just started this month? He’s fucking flooding those lungs like a pro!” “I told you, boy aims to please,” Greg said, smiling happily at me. “No joke,” Jason said, appreciatively as he lit up another cigarette, “You ready to look the part, bud?” I nodded, watching as he slowly loaded up a piercing into the gun looking contraption. I puffed somewhat nervously as he began to pinch the nipple, wiping it down with an ample amount of antiseptic before letting it evaporate in the cool air, getting it hard. It was still slightly sensitive from the earlier working over from Ben and quickly perked up. “Ready,” he said, looking up at me for a moment, the clamp firmly pinching my nipple, “Breath in, and slowly let it out…” I took a deep draw off the cigar, slowly blowing it out as I felt the needle pierce my skin, the brief sharp pain making the muscles on my pec jump slightly as it was quickly replaced with a slightly warm and throbbing sensation, eventually giving way to a slight stinging sensation. “Good job, stay still just like that while I get the next one ready,” Jason said, giving my shoulder a slight pat. He repeated the same movements as before, this time going easier as I know knew what to expect. Pulling out his phone, Greg took a picture, the sound of a whoosh accompanying shortly after. “Got to show Daddy Mike,” Greg explained, before walking over to the tray and picking out another piercing with Jason to my side. “Fuck man, that is going to look hot on him,” Jason said, looking at what Greg had chosen, “Might hurt a tiny bit more with that gauge, but I think he’ll do fine.” Turning around, he loaded up the next piercing and tipping my head back, his gloved hand firmly holding my jaw. “This one might sting a bit more, but you’re going to fuckin’ love it, big boy,” Jason said, smiling as the device quickly began to pinch the skin between my nostrils. I felt the pain more, causing my eyes to tear up slightly as Jason released my head. I went to reach up and touch it when he smacked my hand away. “Unh-uh… don’t touch it until it heals,” he said, before looking over at Greg, “Want to get a picture before I move it up and out of the way?” Greg nodded, taking another picture before sending it off and putting his phone back in his pocket. Holing a mirror in front of me, Jason showed me his work. I had to admit, there was something more punk-ish and hot about the piercing. Greg looked down around me, smiling happily. “Looks good on you boy,” Greg said, “Going to look even hotter when we can replace that temp with a bigger one. You should show Jason here how much you appreciate his work.” Almost as if Greg had commanded him instead of me, Jason puled the cigar out of my mouth and set in an ashtray beside him, before taking a deep drag on the cigarette and locking lips with me, feeding me his smoke as we made out. Slowly I let the smoke drift out of my nose as the slightly older man began to rub his tongue along mine. I could feel a metal arm in the center, and he broke away, taking another deep drag before returning for more. I felt Greg begin to pet my hair, growling in appreciating as I began to get worked up. Suddenly, I could hear a buzzing noise as Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Shit, got to take this,” Greg said, as we both broke away and looked over at him, “Work call. Keep me proud of you, boy.” With that, he walked quickly out the back, and I could hear the sound of the back door closing, reverberating out of the dim hallway. “Fuck you look so fucking hot,” Jason said, running his hand down my somewhat muscular and hairless torso, “I can’t fucking wait to sample that hole of yours and see what’s got everyone worked up.” Slowly, I laid back and watched as Jason stripped out of his black cargo shorts, revealing a dirty grey jock and what looked to be a decent sized cock. Quickly, he reached down and pulled my pants down and off, and looked evilly at my naked body while chuckling darkly as he ran his hands on the cock cage. “Fucking locked up like a good little pussy boy,” he said, drawing hard on the cigarette, blowing it down and over my body. Pushing my legs up, he looked down at my currently plugged hole, giving it a slight tug as he used one hand to hold my legs up. Roughly, he pulled the plug out, my hole suddenly gaping at the sudden loss as I felt a line of cum slowly drool out. “Mmmm… Ben fucking wrecked your hole and bred it good,” he said, flopping the cum glazed plug flippantly on my chest, “Nothing tastier than a freshly loaded hole.” Suddenly, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, before diving face first into my ass, licking and sucking on my asshole, causing me to moan at the sensation. I groaned as he went to work, fully servicing my hole, sucking the several loads out before coming back up, using his still rubber gloved hand to open my mouth. I complied and he slowly drooled the cum out of his mouth and into mine. This happened several times, each time less cum was deposited back into my mouth. Letting out an evil chuckle, he slowly began to work a few gloved fingers into my loose hole, finding the spot inside my ass and causing my breath to hitch. “Yeah, there’s the slut button,” he said, pulling his fingers out and smearing them on my chest, before pulling his shirt off, revealing dozens of tattoos. One in particular caught my eye, of a pitch black scorpion with red streaks on its body. I recognized for what it was, as he saw me staring at it. “Yeah, I’m toxic too,” he said, tossing the shirt to the ground before plunging the gloved fingers inside me, and rubbing harder on my prostate, “We got lots of time to breed you full of my swimmers. He won’t be back for a while.” I sobbed slightly, squirming at the rough handling as my cock began to leak again in the cage. “Yeah, this hole is in fucking heat. I think its time I give you another load deep in those guts,” he said, rubbing his large cock on my hole, the metal piercing in the tip sliding easily on my slick hole, “Plenty of room in here now to add mine to the mix.” As willing as I was to just let him have at it, I thought back to what Greg had told me earlier. “I…. Need you to… stop...” I gasped out, “Please… I need. I need a-a condom…” “Fuck, boy, what a mood killer,” he said, continuing to slowly run the tip of his cock around my hole in slow circles, “You already took plenty of tainted sperm in you already. What’s one more load?” I slowly shook my head no. “I… I promised,” I said, pushing my hand against his chest, holding him away, “I promised I would follow the rules.” “We’re friends, so I know he won’t mind,” Jason said, playfully shaking his dick at my hole, the metal piercing occasionally brushing against it even being held back, “I already ate their loads out of you so we’ll need to fill that back up for you to get knocked up. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” “No… you need to use the condom,” I insisted, slowly pulling myself up, skin sticking to the leather on the seat, “They want me to save it for something they have planned, but I’m not allowed unless they say you can.” “Seems like a waste to me… you know how good it feels getting bred with dirty loads, ” Jason frowned, rubbing a hand along my body, “ Seems unfair to me they won’t let you decide who’s load to take. And we both know it will feel a lot better bare.” “I promised,” I said, shaking my head, knowing that if I were to give in, I’d never be able to live with the lie, “It’s either that or nothing. I… I’ll suck you off if you want, so that you at least get something out of your work.” “Hmmm…. Fuuuuck… Fine…” he said, pouting, before grabbing a condom out of his pants, “Don’t think I’m going to hold back on you now.” I slumped back, actually proud of myself for keeping a clear enough head and following the rules, even if Greg and Mike weren’t there to see it. I watched as Jason, looking annoyed, slid the bright blue condom down his dick, before sliding deep in my ass. Clamping down, I tried to make myself feel tight, hoping it would make up for the condition I put on him. “Fuck yeah, that’s a hungry boy pussy there,” he growled, before pushing forward and pulling the metal table closer, “Since I can’t fuck it bare, we’re at least going to make it interesting for me.” Grabbing my cigar, he stuck it in his mouth and lit it back up, puffing hard as he slammed as hard as he could into my ass, brutally boring into my ass. Keeping his thrusting steady, he let my legs fall to his shoulders ad he reached over and pulled out a cigarette from his pack, bluntly sticking it in my mouth. “I want to see you smoking some Reds, fucker,” he said, stopping suddenly as he grabbed the lighter and flicking it to life, holding the flame to the tip. Following what I had seen earlier, I took a deep draw on it before sucking in the smoke. The taste was definitely different than the cigars and even the pipes, and I let out a hard nose jet, getting a smile and nod from Jason. “Yeah slut,” he said, grabbing my ass hard as he fucked it, “Suck that cancer stick down. Destroy those lungs for me.” Hoping to please, I continued to smoke hard, making quick work of the cigarette before another was put in, as Jason continued his eager assault on my hole. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot in your worthless ass,” he said, “Fucking take my cock snot fucker!” He slammed just a few more times before pulling me tightly against him. I could numbly feel as his cock flooded the condom, jumping and jolting as he glared at me. “Yeah boy, feel all that man spunk? Could have fucking flooded those guts right if you’d have let me… fucking cock tease only taking certain dirty loads,” he said, squeezing my ass in a death grip and he continued to slam hard inside me, “Gonna fucking breed this hole and add my strain eventually. You want that, don’t you fucker? To become a diseased whore?” I nodded, feeling spent and exhausted as Jason finally pulled out, gently pulling the condom off his sensitive cock before tying it off and dumping it on my chest. “Yeah, take that doggy bag home for you and your daddies to play with,” he said, breathless as he got up and pulled his pants on, puffing away at the well smoked cigar., "Better fucking fish that Red I gave you." After a few more minutes, laying there on the bed and watching as Jason leaned back in his office chair enjoying the cigar, Greg returned with a questioning look on his face. Getting up, Jason walked over and reached into his pants, pulling out several dollar bills. “You fucking cheated,” Jason said, still breathless as he patted Greg on the shoulder before handing over the money. “How so?” Greg asked, grinning at him before looking back at me, “I’m taking it from the bulging condom on the boy’s chest, he followed the rules and made you wrap it up?” I felt shock and then relief, knowing that this had been a test, and I seemed to have passed it overwhelmingly. Greg picked up the used condom from my chest, giving a smile as he turned it around, inspecting it. “Tried every fucking trick I knew, man,” he said, smiling at me still exhausted, “Not fucking fair coming in here with a professionally trained pig like that. Even smoked down a few Reds like a champ.” Greg gave me a smile before looked at Jason with a more confused smile. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment, but he’s not even remotely trained,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, “Only been teaching him for a week and a half or so, honest.” “Fucking liar…” Jason said, grinning, “That heavenly fucking ass is way too talented. His hole hugs your cock like memory foam, fucking milks it even. If I hadn’t have heard it from Ben myself, I’d have never believed that he was bred with that massive cock just a while ago. Shit should be fucking wrecked.” “Honest to god,” Greg said, raising his hands in defense, “I told you he is eager to please. Between that, his dirty little pig mouth, and that cute innocent look, can’t you see why Mike and I took such a liking to him?” “Please tell me he’s got a brother or something…” Jason said, shaking his head and smiling. “Nope. Back off,” Greg said, holding his finger up to stop Jason’s line of thought, “The brother is off limits… Mike hates mixing business with pleasure, you know that.” Still feeling spent, I just sat silently and watched the exchange, knowing they were talking about me and my older brother. “Fuck… had to try and ask at least,” Jason said, shaking his head, “Damn… Gary is going to LOVE this…” “What am I supposedly going to love,” Garrison said, walking in from the back doorway and sitting down at a station, laying out several things. “Gary… bro… just… oh my god…” Jason said, smiling and pointing at me, “Fucking heaven. Seriously.” “You, over here,” Gary said, snapping once and pointing to the chair, “I got appointments in a half an hour. Leave the shirt off. Let’s get this done.” I nodded silently, picking up my clothes and quickly getting my pants back on and grabbing the full condom, plug, and my shirt. I sat down silently, watching as Garrison expertly began to wipe down my skin on my smooth stomach before placing down a sheet, the design underneath hard to see. “Like the placement?” He asked Greg, looking up. “Should be good,” Greg replied, nodding, “We can always move it down the road if we don’t like it.” Pressing down, Garrison slowly taped down the sticker, the blue/green ink just barely visible, Looking down, I could see what looked like a pig snout and the words “PIG IN TRAINING” written in bold letters in circle around it. “Take this off in an hour. Not any less. Should last about 10 days, depending on activity,” he explained, short and to the point, “Don’t use any abrasives or body scrubs, or you’ll be replacing it sooner. It’ll get darker in about 24 hours. Understood?” I nodded silently. “Ok, flip over for the other one,” he said, motioning his finger in a circle, “And pull down your pants.” I followed his instructions, as I looked back, seeing him shine a light through. “Go ahead and make sure it scans,” Garrison said, waiting as Greg took out his phone and aimed it at what looked like a QR code. “Yep, like a dream,” Greg said, giving a thumbs up as Garrison then began to wipe down the skin and place the sheet down firmly in the center of my asscheek. He did the same thing again, pressing down and taping the paper down. “Alright, get out of here,” Garrison said, giving my ass a smack, “Trying to run a business here, and its time to open back up.” “Sure you don’t want to give Riley’s hole a try?” Greg said, grinning as I felt my hole pucker. Though I didn’t want to admit it, I needed a slight break after the brutal pounding from Jason. “Am I allowed to dump my load in him raw?” Garrison said flatly. “Sorry, you know the rules,” Greg said, smiling and shaking his head. “Then I’m good. Unlike my twin brother here, I know how to wait,” Garrison said, looking over at Jason, “And unlike him, I know when to turn down a bet from you. Stop fleecing my employees and get out of here.” Part of me was shocked. With as different as the two looked, I’d have never guessed they were twins. Looking closer though, I did notice a family resemblance. I mouthed a silent thank you at Garrison as I walked past, actually getting a small smirk and nod. Stepping back out into the sun, I blinked blearily, shading my face at the still intense sunlight as we made our way to the car, already on and air condition running full blast.

Part 5 – The End (Option 2) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So, he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over checks the test and returns with a big smile on his face and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Remember the deal? And what happens now?”. I respond with “yes. I get my tattoo and never see you again”. “Correct” he says. “BUT”. I look at him a little confused. “I must admit that I have really enjoyed the last few weeks. I know I am breaking my own rules, but how would you feel if we played boyfriends a little more?” I am totally confused as Ross is way out of my league. “Me? Why?” Ross kisses me, “You’re cute. You’re funny. I really enjoyed spending the time with you. To be honest, falling asleep with you and waking up with you felt right. I’d like to try it out some more if you are up for it”. I would be lying if I hadn’t felt the same but had resolved to the fact it was just me and temporary. But how can I even question this. “Yes, yes very much yes”. Ross kisses me again and looking me in the eye he then says, “just one rule. You let me knock up another 6 guys to reach my goal of 15. If you’re ok with me doing that, I’d love to give this a go.” I’m a little torn as to how I would feel with him spending weekends like he did with me, but I want him so bad. As though he could read my mind, he rests his hand on the side of my face and explains, “except no weekends with my victims. Just one load every night for them until they convert.” Relieved, I smile and indicate yes with a kiss. “So that was what I was to you all these weeks, a victim” and I laugh. Ross honestly says “yes, to start with. But after the first night with you, you were always going to be my boyfriend forever”. The end

Part 5 – The End (Option 1) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over and expressionless returns and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Good. Come back next Saturday at 10am and I will mark you”. He slaps my arse and asks me to leave. No more kissing, hugging. It is clear the job is done. But I have to admit it was worth it. I return the next weekend and receive my mark. There is not emotion next time, just a professional doing the tattoo. When done, he thanks me for the mark and asks me to leave.

Got 4 loads from a Grindr hookup in Dublin. Each time after we'd finish we'd just cuddle and lay there and he would get hard and asked if I wanted more. Loved all the loads deep in me.

I worked for a suit-and-tie job for several years in my 20s and 30s and had some guys who regularly fucked me on my way to work. When I was about 22, I met one of them on Craigslist one night with the plan for me to drive to his apartment the following morning before work. As part of our CL conversation, he asked what I wore to work, and I told him a suit and tie. We agreed I would keep most of my work attire on while he fucked me full of cum and I would follow his lead without question once I arrived at his place. He also asked me what kind of car I owned, which I felt was a strange question to ask, but he said it was so he could watch for my arrival. The next morning, I parked my car in the parking lot where the guy lived. It was a run-down building just off a busy road that housed many businesses. As I turned the corner to drive down the side street to his apartment, there was a home improvement store on the corner with 20-30 day laborers looking for work. As I drove by them, some of them looked at my car with keen interest and I felt a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I debated on just driving directly onto work, but my fuck hole was twitching in anticipation of getting fucked. The apartment building the guy lived in must have been a motel back in the day. It was a two-story building with doors to each apartment facing the parking lot and street. There were outdoor stairs on each end of the building that took you to the 2nd-story units. His apartment was on the 2nd floor and as I walked up the stairs in my suit, I saw some of the day laborers watching me. I knocked on the guy’s door but got no response. After a second knock with no response, I decided to quickly leave. When I got about 20 feet from the front door, I heard someone from behind me say “Hey…” I turned to see what looked like one of the day laborers. He had to be close to my 70-year-old grampa’s age. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots, and a cowboy hat. As he approached me, he towered over my 5’7” frame, as I guessed he was 6’9”-6’10” tall. As I looked up to his face, I realized the top of my head was at the bottom of his shoulders. He also looked like he weighed 3-4 times my 135 lbs. and his body was fucking huge in comparison. This guy had a big broad nose and large nostrils, gray hair, with a matching goatee and mustache that were unkempt and way overgrown. His face looked like leather from too many years working in the sun. I don’t mean to be rude, but there was no way I was going to have sex with this guy. As I looked at him, I thought “What the fuck?!” Other than being Hispanic, this guy looked nothing like the 32-year-old fit guy he described himself as in his Craigslist response. He had also included a body photo with his response the night before and the body in the photo was definitely not this guy's! I did not want to be rude, so as we stood on the landing, I told him I really had to go and turned to walk away. He said, “Hey” in a booming voice that stopped me in my tracks, and I nervously turned back around to face him. He said, “Come here a minute,” as he turned and walked over the railing that overlooked the parking lot and the road. “See those guys over there?” I looked to see the group of day laborers, specifically five who were significantly older than the rest of the group, who were looking up staring at us intently with shit-eating grins on their faces. Two of them waved at us. The guy said, “It is time for Papi to fuck ‘a puta’s pussy,’ and you are my puta for today. I told mis amigos I am going to fuck your pussy and I let them know that if you walked back down the stairs, that means they should join me fucking you and to bring ya on back. Either way I'm gonna fuck that pussy, so you decide how it's going to be. And with that, he turned and walked to the apartment door I knocked on a few minutes before. I slowly followed behind him, my humiliation complete as I looked back at this guy’s old friends; their eyes glued on me as Papi led me to be totally and thoroughly fucked. Papi walked into apartment and had not even closed the door when he ordered me to remove my suit pants and leave everything else on. I stripped off my suit pants, sliding them over my dress shoes and socks. I looked around for a place to put my pants, but he held out his hand. I cautiously handed them to him, and he commanded me to “stay,” as he carried my pants into another room. When he returned a few minutes later without my pants, he was naked except for his work boots, socks, and his cowboy hat. I stared in disbelief at the huge brown fat donkey dong between his legs. Without thinking, I blurted out “There was NO WAY that’s going to fit inside of me!” He chuckled and said, “I may need to re-arrange your insides a bit, but it’s gonna fit.” He then added, “Mis amigos call me ‘Donk’ and now you know why!” I was still mesmerized by his cock when he unexpectedly tossed something to me that hit my chest and then fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was my cell phone that he had taken out of my pants pocket. He told me to call my boss and tell him I was sick and needed to stay home. I took my phone and just stared at it in my hand as he added, “Tell your boss you are having some gastrointestinal issues…by the time I get done with you, it is going to be true!” as he chuckled at my impending reality. I quickly called my boss so I could get this humiliating experience over as soon as possible. I told my boss I had GI issues, and he told me he hoped I felt better soon…Yeah, not likely! “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself as Donk pointed to an overstuffed chair and commanded me to kneel on it. He ordered me to put my knees and legs together, completely exposing my ass and putting it on full display. In this position it seemed like this guy could easily envelope my hips with his massive hands and mount me for a good hard ride. With my knees and legs both together, my ass cheeks were also close together. The inside of my ass cheeks were going to provide extra friction against the full length of Donk's mammoth cock, as it rubbed against the insides of my ass cheeks with every thrust in and out...Fuck! With me kneeling on the chair like a total slut, Donk moved toward the back of the chair to be closer to my face. He grabbed my silk necktie and pulled it out toward the wall. He scrunched the open end of the necktie and pushed it through the opening of a large eye hook I hadn’t noticed before, and pulled the tie all the way through until it was taut. Donk then tied a knot, in effect, making my necktie a leash to hold me securely in place. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Donk then walked around and stood behind me, straddling my legs that were now together. He must has sensed my suit jacket hung too low for him to have easy access to my ass, because I heard him say, “Let me take care of this,” and he pushed the bottom of suit jacket up my back, so all the material clumped against the back of my neck. I thought he would stop pushing once he had full access to my ass, but instead he grabbed the clumped material covering the back of my neck and pulled it up and over my head, so it was now all in front of my chin. I lifted my chin, so the clumped material was wedged between the top of the chair and underneath my chin. With my suit jacket now under my chin, I had flashbacks to when I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head as a teenager, to have it off my chest and stomach when I masturbated. With the tightly stretching fabric of my t-shirt all behind my neck but my arms still in the t-shirt, it felt like my t-shirt had me in a full nelson. In this moment, my suit jacket now had me in a reverse full nelson of sorts. The suit jacket fabric was tight over my head and under my chin. My arms were also still in the suit jacket and there was tension because the fabric was now pulled so tight. Because of the tightness the fabric had on my arms, I could not move or use them, and my upper arms started to feel sore from the tension. As I settled into my new reality, I felt Donk grab the bottom of my dress shirt which still covered my back and hung over my ass. I feared my shirt was going to join my suit jacket under my chin, but Donk forcefully pulled his hands apart at the bottom and to my horror, ripped my dress shirt up the center of the back. I felt the rip go all the way to the base of my collar. Donk then ripped at the top of my shirt underneath the collar toward both arms so he could move the shirt off to the sides, fully exposing my back. With that, Donk said “I think you are ready!” I was feeling pretty dazed at this point, and didn’t even notice Donk had moved, until I heard the front door open and he greeted who I assume were his five amigos who watched us outside that morning, I didn’t really know at that point, with my necktie forcing me to stare at the wall with limited range of motion for me to look elsewhere. Pretty soon, the guys in the room all migrated behind me. While I didn’t understand Spanish, I got the feeling they were admiring my ass. I then felt a finger on my hole and asked the guy to please use lube. Amigo #1 called out for some lube and after a short time, I felt something incredibly cold on my hole, to the point it was almost numbing. I felt some pressure and resistance from my hole. I suddenly felt the coldness go away as he inserted a finger up my ass and I felt him moving his finger around inside my hole in a clockwise motion to open me up. Amigo #1 then pulled his finger out of me, and I felt the coldness directly against my pucker hole again. There was still some resistance, but I finally felt my hole open and a cold sensation going up inside of my ass! It was so fucking cold that I lost my breath for a moment. By the time I had my wits about me, the inside of my ass felt like it was fucking freezing, and I said “What the fuck?!” to which all Amigo #1 said was “Frozen Butter!” I found out later this old man had stuck a frozen stick of butter up my ass! I repeated “What the fuck?!” one more time as I felt the guy’s cock head push inside my hole. Amigo #1 had 7” and was not as thick as the stick of butter. Once the head of his cock was inside of me, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my hole in one fluid motion until he was balls deep. Between Amigo #1's cock and the stick of butter, I had 12” up my ass and the fluid motion caused the stick of butter to go deep inside my hole. As Amigo #1 gained momentum in fucking me, he firmly grabbed onto my hips and started to ride me like I was the pony, and he was the jockey. The overstuffed chair was wide enough to support Donk’s big body, so there was room for Amigo #1 to put his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my ass. That allowed him to squat down from above me to mount me like a bitch in heat. The forcefulness of his fucking made me feel like we were galloping to the beat of this trusts! After a while, Amigo #1 pulled out and Amigo #2 started to fuck me. His cock seemed short equally fat. It was about 5” long and about 2.5” thick; about the size of a standard can of beer. Amigo #2 stepped right onto the seat of the chair and mounted me, opening me wider. We repeated this process three more times, each cock being bigger than its predecessor. Amigo #5's cock was about 8” long and about 3” wide and once he got a rhythm, he was pushing his cock all the way in and pulling it all the way out with each fucking thrust. Once Amigo #5 pulled out of my hole, I could feel my hole gaping open. While I caught my breath and waited for the main event, I felt another stick of frozen butter being pushed up my ass. There was a sense of anticipation from everyone in the room, as I felt Donk behind me. His feet were on the floor as he started to push the head of his cock inside of me. I screamed because it was so fucking fat! I tried to stay quiet and calm, but it was just impossible given his size. I then saw someone out of my peripheral vision with a ball gag. He ordered me to open my mouth, and he secured it tightly. I had never worn a ball gag before, but it made my screams less noisy. With my noise level taken care of, Donk started fucking me slow. It felt like I had a fucking 32-oz beer can up my ass and it was nowhere near all the way in. It took a while for me to adjust and I was in a daze and lost track of time as Donk fucked me slow and steady for long time, opening me up as much as possible. At one point, he pulled out and stood on the chair with his legs on either side of me. He squatted down and stuck his massive cock inside and started to push it in with one steady and uninterrupted motion. Once he got it a good way in, he said, “Now it’s time to take my puta’s pussy for a ride!” and with that he started fucking me with his huge Donkey dong. As Donk fucked me, I went into another zone. I could feel his cock and the weight of him as his huge body covered me. I am quite confident none of his friends could see me as Donk's body consumed mine. At one point, I hear Donk yell, “I’m all the way in!,” to which the guys all “whooped and hollered,” and that motivated him to fuck me even more. While I could not see my fuck hole, I could tell it was stretched open like never before. At some point, Donk pulled out and said, “Good open puta pussy!” and then started talking to the guys in Spanish. Suddenly and unexpected, I saw a set of hands untying the end of my necktie from the eye hook in the wall and I could now move my neck back and forth! We were finally done, and I could go home and crash until work tomorrow! I’m so glad Donk made me call out sick…Maybe he’s not so bad after all! Before I could lift myself off the chair, I felt hands on my chest, pushing it upward so I was kneeling totally upright in the chair from my waist up. I then felt the hands move to my thighs and my lower back to steady me. The hands on my thighs grabbed them firmly and started lifting me up and off the overstuffed chair, while also supporting my back. I tried to wiggle myself out of their grip, but to no avail. Once I was fully suspended a couple of feet above the chair, Amigo’s #4 and #5 started to move me away from the chair altogether. Once I was clear of the chair, I was able to straighten my legs which dangled freely in the air. As they turned me around at a 90-degree angle, I could still see the overstuffed chair, plus three guys and Donk. As I suspected, these guys were the old day laborers who were looking and smiling at me I now realized that was their plan from the beginning. In that moment though, I felt like I was the primary entertainment at a fucking senior center! My eyes then turned to Donk. He still wore his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, and had a big smile on his face. He told me I was a good puta…”too good for him not to share with his amigos.” They all laughed as Donk approached me. He smiled and put both of his hands on the center of my shirt, where the buttons are located. He slipped his fingers inside with his fingers facing outward and forcefully yanked his hands apart, ripping off the buttons and ripping my shirt open. You could now see my nipples and my chest. With that, Donk sat in the overstuff chair I had recently vacated. He told one of the guys to get more lube, and I watched as Amigo #3 walked to the freezer. I’m thinking to myself, “Oh God, more butter!” I watched as the guy unfoiled the stick of butter at the kitchen counter and brought it on over. I realized as he got closer, however, that I am mistaken about the stick of butter. It’s not a stick of butter, but rather a fucking pound of butter the size of four sticks of butter combined! Amigo #3 approached me with a big smile. He held up the pound of butter at eye level so I can fully see what is about to be stuck up my butt. He then lowered the butter so the hard freezing cold mass it up against my stretched pussy. He pushed the butter up my butt, never breaking eye contact with me, and I realized that while I feltl the intense coldness, I did not feel any friction of the butter going in, because my pussy is stretched open so wide…HOLY FUCK! Once Amigo #3 pushed the butter all the way inside of me, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling widely, and said, “There ya go!” I was jarred back to reality when Donk loudly loudly slapped both his palms against his thighs on either side of his mammoth rock-hard cock and yelled, “Come to Papi!” With that, Amigos #4 and #5 shifted me so I was facing away from Donk and the chair he was sitting in. They started moving me backwards in a coordinated effort, and before I knew it, both guys were on either side of the overstuffed chair. I was suspended over the chair, with my overused hole just above the massive head of Donk’s 32-oz beer can cock. All the guys start yelling “Uno, dos, tres,” in unison, and on "tres," Amigos #4 and #5 let go of me, and the weight of my body and gravity caused my hole to rapidly impale itself on Donk’s cock balls deep. There was no stopping the slide once it started. When firmly impaled, it was like Donk was Santa Claus, and it was time for Jimmy to tell Santa what he wanted for fucking Christmas! As I sat totally impaled on Donk’s cock, he grabbed my necktie and held the crumpled accessory taut in his huge hand like a fucking leash to keep me in place and to control me. Amigos #4 and #5 moved to the front corners of the chair, bent over and grabbed my legs and started to raise them up high in the air. As they raised my legs up, they pulled them apart like it was Thanksgiving Day and my legs were the fucking wishbone! As they lifted my legs into position, I had no choice but to lean my back against Donk’s chest. In short order, I was lying firmly against Donk’s chest with my legs up in the air and spread wide, like a two-bit whore. At that moment, I saw a flash as Amigo #2 took a photo and came over and showed it to me. Here I was impaled on Donk’s mammoth cock, his fat dong opening my swollen puffy pussy wide. Donk’s impressively huge cum-filled cojones hung very low. The photo showed my expensive dress shirt ripped to display my nipples and chest. Donk’s face was not in the photo, but mine was on full display with the ball gag in my mouth. The photo showed my suit jacket clumped underneath my chin and covering my neck. My arms were sticking out, almost looking disfigured, because they were tightly secured in the suit jacket. Donk’s big shoulders and neck were in the background behind my much smaller boyish body. My body also seemed that much smaller in comparison to Donk’s huge hand in the forefront, clamping onto my scrunched silk necktie and holding me firmly in place. Closest to the camera, the photo also highlights four old, wrinkled hands spreading my legs wide, with my dress socks and expensive leather shoes completing my ensemble. As I stared at the photo in disbelief, Amigo #2 announced, “Great photo for us to use for your next Craigslist Ad!!!” Next Craigslist Ad???! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! As Amigo #2 walked back to his original position, Donk announced to his friends, “We have a good puta who needs mis amigos to fuck cum up his pussy and make him pregnant. Our puta needs lots of biracial babies!” With that, as Amigo #1 approached me and Donk, I realized what was about to happen and I attempted to cry out and furiously shook my head “NO!!!” to which Donk said, “Si, Puta!” As the Amigo #1 squatted down to align his cock with my hole, Donk added, “Don’t worry, Puta! Mis amigos are going to fuck you by cock size, saving the largest for last!” And with that, Amigo #1 started to push his cock up my pussy to join Donk’s!”

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

I went to a gym's steam room after a workout. I struck up conversation with an attractive middle aged man I suspected was gay. I started playing with my dick and asked if he wanted to feel me up. He started caressing my torso while I got rock hard. I expected him to start jerking me off, but he surprised me by sucking my dick instead. I enjoyed releaxing in the steam while he went to work. I finished by blowing a huge load down his throat.

About 5 years ago, I used to hookup with this really hot, hairy construction worker. He lived a few hours away, but was often in the area for work. He would invite my over to his hotel room and we would fuck each other all night long, each cumming 4 or 5 times each in each other's mouths or asses. But we lost track of each other until earlier this year. He retired early and his partner had left him. But he did have a new fuckbuddy and they were always looking for a 3rd to join them. So we made plans to meet up last Saturday. I did tell him that I was bottom only now, he said that wouldn't be a problem. I showed up a few minutes early to the address he sent me. It was his fuckbuddies house. The FB let me in, and introduced himself as I left my shoes at the door. He then walked me down the hall to his playroom. My now retired construction buddy came around the corner, fresh out of the shower. He was still hot as every, muscular and hairy. His cock was hard. I dropped down to my knees and started sucking it. The other guy came up next to him and he was now naked. He also had an impressive hairy body. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before I felt one (or both) of them pull me up. All 3 of us started making out. We took turns kissing each other before we were doing a 3way kiss. My friend then told me to get into the sling, he wanted to fuck my ass again. I happily obliged him, grabbing a bottle of poppers as I settled into the sling. He ate my ass for a few minutes, getting his tongue into my hole, getting it ready. He then stood up and slid his really thick dick into my hole. I suddenly remembered how great his dick felt stretching my hole open. I was busy sucking his friend, who was standing next to me, when I thought I heard the front door close. I couldn't see what was going on, but by the time I finally looked up, I realized there was 5 other guys there. Suddenly it went from a 3some to an 8 man orgy. FUCK YES!!! I was left in the sling for about 30 minutes. After my friend was finished fucking my hole, he was replaced by 5 different guys. I eventually felt a little bit guilty for hogging the sling, so I got out and started sucking off a few guys. I then got fucked a few times while I was busy sucking somebody. For the next hour, I ended up with 4 loads in my ass, and I swallowed 2 more loads. I enjoyed those loads on my drive home. I am definitely looking forward to the next time they host!

I think both parties have a huge problem with selecting leaders/runners overall. Seeing Trump and Biden selected to run for the president office was evoked those reactions in me: Biden - Why do you torture this tired old man? Leave him be. Trump - Rep. really don't have anyone better? (Someone who can behave like an adult would be nice.)

Well I am a sucker for a "poz love story" so #2 version would be my choice

I am off to Gran Canaria next week to specifically be a dark room whore. My favourite holiday past time is being on a bench next to others taking anon dick. It’s so incredibly horny letting anyone have a go in you. Some guys use their fingers to test for cum, if they can feel cum they are more likely to shove their dick in. Some guys have a go in you and move on to the next available home. Some guys will unload in you, just dumping a load when ready. It’s so fucking sleazy and hot as fuck! Can’t wait!

Yeah. Anonymous is soooo horny

Athlete Five His arms were chained above him to a joist running between rafters and a spreader bar kept his legs apart, not very wide but enough to expose his genitals. He still had the ball gag secured, and although he couldn't see it, he could feel the leather collar every time he swallowed. This is how Matt Hollister found himself. Like Joey, Matt thought it was a prank from guys in the team, so he remained calm. He would not give them the satisfaction to see him panicking. The prank was a little extreme to his taste, being naked and all, but he would be a good player. His revenge would be sweet. Matt smiled at the idea and waited. A prank, it wasn’t. Calm, he wouldn’t be. Extreme, it wasn’t. Revenge, he wouldn’t have. *** The older man that brought him to the restroom came back and walked directly to the stall where Joey was crying and feeling sorry for himself. Joey didn’t see the boot coming but he sure felt it connecting to his balls. - Get back to work pussy boy or I’ll find you something worse to do” And the man was gone. Joey slowly got back on his knees, one hand holding his aching balls. What could be worse than licking a toilet bowl? He shuddered at his own thought and forced himself to chase the idea out of his mind. He didn’t want to know. He attacked with his tongue a crusted stain that he identified as cum. Joey was proud of his efforts – if pride for being a toilet cleaner could be a real thing. The 2nd stall’s toilet was cleaned! He turned around to find two skinny guys lazily stroking their semi-hard cock. “Two flaming queers” deducted Joey, "a little make-up and they would be drag queens." The guys, not much older than him, were in good shape and not just skinny. Both were wearing a light pink wife beater and flimsy yellow shorts. “He is a cutie” one said “Yeah! A real treasure. We don’t have much time, so we better hurry” the other said grabbing a crop of Joey’s hair towards his crotch. “Hey, I am not gay” Joey started to argue. “You might reconsider it after we are done with you”. Both guys laughed. The guy pulled down his shorts under his balls unveiling a long cock. “Suck it, straight boy” The guy was maintaining a firm grip of tuft of hair and immediately started face-fucking him in. Joey gagged on the first thrust which made the guy chuckle. Limited in his movement, Joey realized the second guy had moved behind him and was getting ready to fuck him. Joey braced himself for the assault. The first guy pulled out as the second guy pushed in. The cock in his ass went further than any other cock he had so far. Pushing the poz remnants of his previous fuck deeper in his guts. Joey squealed with mixed emotion. The cock was not as large as the previous one and he was easily accommodating to it, and the deepness it reached left him without voice, lost in a pleasant sensation. Both guys started pistoning him like it was the end of the fuckin world. “Hey straight boy, how do you feel having 17 inches of cock in you? You want our sweet toxic cum in your ass or in your stomach” “Mmnffh… un… uppp…” Changing places every 10 minutes. Cocks when from ass to mouth until each guys deposited their poz loads far in his guts. So far, that Joey’s abused hole never leaked a drop. Dimitri had made a strong impression on Adam. The guy had fuck him over and over. Then the guy took his belt on his poor ass, before fucking him again. Both fell asleep in the warmth of the bed. Exhausted. Adam made a wet fart which woke him up. His fingers revealed that his hole was wet with cum – poz cum as Dimitri told him during each fuck. Thinking about him, Adam realized that the guy was still asleep. This was his opportunity to escape and get the fuck out of here. He looked around and saw Dimitri’s shorts and shirt on the floor. “That will do”, murmured Adam Adam crossed the cabin and pushed the door gently, hoping it wouldn't creak, and turned to close it without making noise. There, in the shadow of the porch, the same large men that fucked him twice was sitting calmly, observing Adam with curiosity. “I hope that you are not doing what I think you are doing?” mocked the man. Adam took a brief look at his surroundings, then back to the man. “I am sure that Dimitri would not appreciate to wake up and realize someone stole his clothes.” “I want to go home” Adam asked “In time” the man replied. “So why don’t you undress here? I prefer you naked anyway” Forty-five minutes later, Adam was still nursing the massive cock that deflowered him. Slurping all the hot wet precum. His pickle was hard as a nail. Adam wanted to stroke his little thing. Two or three rapid strokes would bring him over the edge; Adam was sure of it. So did the large man who was rubbing a big toe against Adam’s ass. Adam would be a good addition to the Corporation. A good submissive bottom. Two cabins away, in the shower room, Joey was slowly drinking another man’s piss. Alex was now sitting in the frat rec room. Martin was making out with another frat boy, exchanging a lot of tongue and spit while their hands were molesting each other bodies - balls, cocks, nipples, ass – as they went with the flow. Martin was doing this as an “educational session” for his benefits. - I want you to be the best gay whore who would spread his legs to any men and never refuse anything they offer you. After the making out session, another frat boy started spoon-feeding him some “frat-generated protein shake”. Alex was too exhausted at this point to bother about food. The roulette game resumed shortly after. Martin had put his arm around his waist while guiding him back into the living room - Let me introduce you to the rest of the frat! There in the room, another 15 to 20 new guys were making a lot of noise chatting with each other and cheering with the perspective of fucking a negative straight ass. Corey had slept about 3 hours before he was dragged outside, hosed down, washed squeaky clean in and out, fed and put back on the stage where he started moving his hips with the hope of seducing one of the three patrons present in the room. It was around the end of the afternoon, when the bar’s door and a beard guy walk in with a young man, a leash attached to his nose. Twenty minutes later, Corey was hushed from the platform and the ‘new arrival’ took his place and started dancing. Smiling Chicano was already naked and hard when Corey was brought back to the mechanics quarter. “Come sit on my cock", gestured Smiling Chicano. And in a passable English, Corey heard Smiling Chicano say “Come make little Nando happy”.

Away at gay camp for the weekend. Im still a semi-new face here but have already gotten a reputation as a bottom for couples to fuck and breed. Walking shirtless in just a jock socks and shoes On my way to the fuck-shed/dungeon-cabin I get waved over by a familiar face, a handsome silver-bearded Daddy with a sweet smile who was hanging with a tatted jock, a beefy ex-frat boy and frat boy's tall bf. We start chatting for a few minutes when suddenly the Daddy comes up behind me, starts grinding his dick in my asscrack, and pulls my arms up over my head. Immediately frat boy and the daddy dive into my sweaty pits and I feel the dick at my ass get bigger and rock hard. I gladly find out how dominant and rough the daddy with the sweet smile can be as I get fucked by him while dangling off his porch. After some repositioning and sucking his guests dicks as well I hop in the sling out back and get gangbanged by all four studs as they swap in and out of my ass. The daddy ordering me as the "dirty cocksucking slut boy" to clean off each dick everytime one pulled out. They pounded the fuck out of my ass and by the end I was drenched in sweat and their cocks all tasted like cum when I cleaned them off.

An armchair at the corner of the room turned to face the bed. Uncle nodded toward it, signalling me to get comfortable. I sat down with both my hands clamped on the armrest. Knuckles exposed, I see my right pinky twitching involuntarily. The other guy who was behind the Asian twink turned his head back to off to look at me, then to Uncle, asking him if I was next. "No, not tonight Paul. That's my nephew. He's still new to all of this. " "That's fucking hot" the Asian twink added, still bouncing. Paul was a bit older than Uncle. Mid-50s with a smaller frame. His furry back glistened with sweat that drizzled off at each thrusts he made. It wasn't just the droplets I see falling on the sheet that turned me on further, it was also the raw stench that filled my nostrils. He was faster than Uncle who held the twink on both sides with a steady rhythm. Both cocks rammed into the twink with the single thread of his g-string in-between. Uncle then tilt his head sideways to see me. "Feel free to help yourself, Brad. You've used a bong before right? Kinda of the same idea." I looked at the study table adjacent to me and there was a bong with a bowl that's shaped like a bubble in glass and a torch. I picked both up. Uncle instructed me on how to light it, never breaking his gaze even as the twink slid himself up and down of both men. "Not too close or else you'll burn it" Once I the vapour filled the glass, I inhaled deeply. It was less harsh than weed would've been. I held it in like Uncle told me to, counted til 10 and exhaled. P "How does that feel?" Paul asked. I nodded, telling him it's good. I was electrified again. I paid more attention to the threesome happening a few feet from me. My cock was still limp but I knew I was turned on. He continued. "You see this fag here? Watch and learn. Soon it'll be you, right Abe?" The twink was too spun to hear or care. He only kept bouncing and moaning as he had. Uncle responded. "If he wants to, don't you Brad?" "I mean, yeah but up to you Uncle." Paul interjected. "The boy calls you Uncle? Fuck Abe you're one lucky bastard. Makes me close to coming." Only then the twink was lucid. "Yeah, breed me again please daddy" Uncle held him tighter, asking him how many loads he has taken. "9 before I got here, probably 15 now. I don't know" "18 boy..18...and Paul's going to be the 19th...and the 20th is going to be me" "Oh fuck yeah" Immediately they moaned in unison and a cry of ecstasy erupted out of the twink I remained in my seat, rubbing my limp cock as if its going to change anything. "That's enough for tonight, fag. What do you say Paul?" "Fine by me. You think your boy there can clean him up? He's learning isn't he?" Paul looked back toward me. Uncle then added. "Oh I know he wants to. Come over, Brad. You know what to do. Come on fag, party's over. Hold it in." The twink straighten his legs to detach himself. A tiny trail of cum flowed down his balls. I didn't hesitate to get on the bed. I was still in my tanktop and shorts. I got closer to Paul who pulled away from the twink. He inserted his finger to feel the warm cum, pulling it out to feed it to me. Uncle remained on his back, hands still held onto the twink's hole to lift it up. I went in without a second thought. I had never done this before. The substance I had smoked compelled me to do it. It was as if I was on autopilot. I slurped and swallowed the cum pouring out of the twink by the quarts. It gushed out faster than I could gulp, spilling out of the edges of my mouth to coat my jaw and neck. Uncle then pulled the twink away from me. "That's enough for tonight. Don't be greedy. Leave some for Paul" "Oh don't mind me Abe, I'm enjoying the view of the feast as it is. The fag's all yours. I'll just have some afters" Paul held my shoulder and turned it to face me. He grabbed my head with both his hands to turn it up and licked the cum on my face. His tongue grazed from my cheeks down to my collar bone. It went back up to then intrude my mouth. His tongue slithered with mine before he pulled back to clasp my mouth open to spit into me. I then hear Uncle Abel speak. "A+. That's all for today boy. Go back to your room. Let us finish the rest. Give me your uncle a goodnight kiss." I ducked to get close to him and he gave a smooch, tasting whatever cum that's drying on my face. I quietly shuffled to go back to my room. Back on my bed, I tried to turn the TV on, pressing any button I could to see if there was more of what I had watched. The screen lit up, showing David sitting on a stool. Hunter and Frank were next to him. They tell him that he's officially a part of the family and that he's ready to build new bonds. "There's another boy around your age who's been begging to be next. Wanna test your stinger? Name's Greg." Jackpot. I can't wait to see how this one will be like. I don't care if I can't jerk off or come. All I wanted was to watch more. Understand Uncle more. It took a while, but eventually I not only learnt but mastered the lessons that Uncle was about to subject me to.

Danny was a 20 year old young gay man. Dark hair, thin twink body. He went to college out of state. He had found a room to rent near campus. Renting a room was a lot cheaper than a dorm. Danny rented it from an older man named Max. Max was 55. He had lost his husband of 18 years. Three years ago. Max saw in renting a room not only additional source of income. But not be alone. Max liked to smoke meth. He was open about it. Helped him when he thought of his late husband. Danny would turn him down when Max would offer him a hit. midterms and a bad breakup were in the cards for Danny. Danny had gotten some of his assignments done. But was behind on others. His relationship with Grant ended when Danny caught him in bed with another guy. “How are you doing with your assignments for your midterms?” Asked Max. “Not good.” Danny answered. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” Max asked. “No.” “But I appreciate you asking.” Danny said smiling at the man. Danny’s assignments were getting overwhelming for the young man. On top of that Max found out that Grant moved on with the guy he had been cheating with. Coming home and seeing Max’s pipe, Danny debated. But one hit wouldn’t hurt and Max would never know. For over an hour, Danny. Kept taking hit after hit. When Max came home and saw the young man high as a kite. Danny surprised said. “I’m sorry, I was only going to take one hit.” “Don’t worry about it, Danny.” “You have a lot on your plate.” Max said has he refilled the pipe and took a hit himself. Both men were eye and touchy with each other. Max turned on older men creamping young jocks. Max rubbed the young man’s shoulders and back. Max was hard between the porn and massaging Danny. Who also was hard. Max kissed Danny. “Let me make love to you Danny.” “Nobody will know.” Danny in his state of mind and being vulnerable Let Max fuck him. Max had a small belly and dick. Danny was smooth. Flat ass. Thick 9 inch dick. Max sucked Danny, who was enjoying Max’s blow job. Max got Danny into missionary position and got live and rubbed it on Danny’s ass and his dick. Max thrust in and out of Danny’s ass. Which was red and sore. “Shit” Max said “I’m about to cum.” “I decided I’m to cum inside you.” Danny enjoying it didn’t think to stop or ask Max his status. Making the connection that Max might be HIV positive. But I that moment. Danny didn’t care. He was flying high and enjoying himself. Max shot his loads into Danny’s ripped open ass. The next day Danny acted like nothing happened. And went about his day. Max knew it would be a matter of time when Danny would find out that due to his years of pnp that Max was positive and his partner died of it. And that Danny could be infected with the virus. But until then Danny would continue to smoke meth and get fucked by Max. And occasionally some of Max’s other friends who loved getting high and taking turns fucking a twink raw.

Today FB and me managed to hookup: After some lengthy sucking of his beautiful cock I shot my load while riding him. Then we changed position so he pumped his load as deep as he could while I was lying face down. Loved it.

I've learned not to interact with anyone wearing puppy masks on the LGBT Politics forum. They're the most ferocious.

Hey man. . . .well said. . .EXACTLY as it is an addiction and one I personally and proud to admit. I relate it to being like a vampire, but instead of a thirst to feed on blood, I feed on sperm. I can hardly go longer than a few days without being fucked and filled with another guy's "life force." I feel bitchy, lethargic and the craving (again like a vampire) becomes quite real. I lost my virginity at 12 when I was "turned" and my thirst for cum was first apparent about two weeks after that. I would get online and look for guys that were into breeding underage guys and thankfully. . .that was not a problem. 🙂 Yes, I was essentially getting my brains fucked out by so called "Pedophiles" but I was not forced to. . .I wanted to. Too many people want to cast judgement and that is messed up and why some guys feel ashamed to enjoy being fucked for fear of being called a slut, whore, etc. I personally am proud to be called that and wear it like a badge of honor and EARNED it. Usually it's those people who aren't getting laid that are the problem. Life is too short, have fun, let go of the drama and enjoy it. I do. My last loads were yesterday starting at 10 AM when I had a buddy plow me silly for like four hours. After he was drained, I got online in my car and within 15 minutes, was on my way to meet up with my next top who was college boy at OSU and he fucked and bred me for a couple hours in his dorm. Once back in the car, I got back online and was on my way to this straight guy's condo who lived with his fiancé but he was craving pussy while she was out of town. He took me upstairs to their bedroom and within 30 seconds , he had me stripped and all fours on their bed eating me out for like five minutes and then just thrusted his dick right into me (which I love) and my eyes were rolling into my head as he continued for the next thirty minutes before he gave me his first load. Best part was he asked if he could go again and Didn't even have to rest or pull out of me. When he was drained , I just laid there with a huge smile on my face and then zipped up and left. While still in his development, I got back online and found another guy who was married but his wife wouldn't take his loads and was more than happy to give him what he needed while her loss was my gain. I normally am not into meeting new guys at public places but he wanted to fuck me at this local park that has one of those old covered bridges and said he wanted to fuck me there. Both scary and hot at the same time I said WTF and was so glad I did. He was a super hot and hung red neck kinda guy who claimed he was 30 but looked a lot younger than that. The minute he got out of his truck he goes "You ready to get that boy pussy filled?" (instant turn on as I seriously love a direct kinda guy who knows his role. 🙂 We waked over to the bridge (the place was deserted) and once in the bridge he told me to drop my shorts and bend over. No hesitation on his part because the second they dropped he too was a "thruster" and was already balls deep in me and heard him moan while telling me I had an awesome pussy and that I was his faggot boy bitch. I love guys who can freely express themselves and it made me even hornier. The only down side was he wasn't in me maybe ten minutes until he started pumping harder and faster and then the throbbing followed by what was 8 or 9 squirts of his sperm. He pulled outta me , said "thanks man" and walked off. 🙂 He got what he wanted and so did i. Now. .. lets see who I can get today!

Knowing a part of me as he leave and goes back to his normal life keeps me going. It's hot thinking about him going home and either fucking or getting fucked by his mate.

I was 16 and I asked my then gf to fist me. I enjoyed it so much that after that first time, I was able to fit it into my schedule about every few weeks.

Anyone else got a piercing fantasy? It’s been a fantasy of mine for ages to have a cock inside me whilst getting a piercing. I now report I have ticked this off the list and it was one of the most incredibly horny and intense experiences! I found a horny lad who found it a huge turn on also and as a bonus he had a huge gleaming PA in the end of his impressive dick. He thought he would be able to have his dick in me, me on my back, whilst he added not one but two piercing to my scrotum ladder. Here’s how it worked I prepared everything needed for his arrival. He stripped off and pushed me to my knees to allow me to spend time sucking his dick and enjoying his PA as he tried to ease it into my throat. When he was ready he got me onto my back on the bed and slipped his dick in me for a quick fucking. When ready I was made to have my legs in the air whilst he grabbed the needle and added the first bar. It was a real turn on to have his dick in me while he pierced me. He added the jewellery bar, cleaned it up and fucked me some more. Then he repeated the process and added a ring at the other end of the ladder. I left a choice of different size rings for him to choose from and I notice he picked the biggest. This time he needed more room so eased back slightly, leaving just the head of his dick and that PA inside me whilst he pierced me again. It felt so intense! Again, he cleaned up and again finished the piercing with some hot fuck pounding action! The horny fukka could have just shot his load inside me, but no, he made me get on all fours and he led back where he could admire his handiwork and wanked off, shooting a huge amount of cum! I was the made to use my tongue and clean him up. I now get turned on every time I feel the piercings he added. He has since messaged and wants to give me more, converting me to become PA owner too. I am so fucking tempted! I am sure it is just a matter of time! Anyone else crave a piercing fuck?

couldnt agree more. if i was doing a scene with a guy in a mask id fuckin hate that shit

I love cheating too. I can't resist breeding different asses every week, while my boyfriend has no idea.

Don’t wait - why not enjoy life’s pleasures while you can!

English is not my mother tongue. I like what this site provides, so I make some efforts. After all, I do not own this site, so I respect its intent. And, yes, there are some rules that I do find annoying, but I can live with them. As for the moderators, continue your great job!

Yes, I was pointed out. I was a swim captain, handsome, tall, physically fit, and an award-winning swimmer. Guys would whisper to each other about me, saying that I was gay and eager to suck rock-hard cocks. I was a boarding school student - about 2 years ago - and showered together with swimmers on my team. While showering, I spotted some of the guys looking at each other and smiling while looking at me. It came to a head (no pun intended) one night. I was returning to the school as a carload of 4 student swimmers pulled up in the parking lot. They had been drinking and were laughing and joking with each other. One of the guys spotted me and the laughing and joking ceased. I was called over to the car. One of the guys asked me what I was doing out so late at night. We chatted briefly, then the guy, Lance, asked if they could come up to my room to continue our conversation. I said yes. The guys were handsome and I was turned on. I had imagined what it would be like to have sex with them. I had no doubt why they wanted to come up to my room. I caught one of the guys winking at the others as we walked up to my room. Once inside my room, Lance boldly asked if I knew what they wanted. I repeated what Lance had said outside. Lance began rubbing his crotch and said that he knew that I was a cocksucker. He came closer and invited me to touch his crotch. I was so turned on that I did exactly what he asked me to do. Of course, his boldness was fuelled by alcohol. As I touched his crotch, he asked me if I would like to have a closer look at his cock. Without answering, I slowly unzipped his jeans, pulled his jeans and shorts down, and his cock sprung forward, displaying a cock at least 8 inches long and thick. I squeezed his cock and licked the precum that dripped from his cock head. I then took his cock into my mouth and sucked it until he shot a thick, creamy load into my mouth which I swallowed immediately. The other guys had already taken their cocks out of their pants and came forward to have their cocks sucked. I swallowed 4 creamy loads. Before they left, they told me that they hoped that my being their swim coach I would still be willing to work with them. I told them that what we did would not affect my work with them. I couldn't resist sucking their cocks and continued doing so until the end of the school year.

I don't produce much myself. Some, but hardly the copious amounts I've experienced with some guys.

I too admit I LOVE cheating. Being fucked is the BEST feeling ever and if the tops that fuck me are also cheating it's a mind rush for sure. Just something so "primal" about it and the fact that "monogamy" is a made up thing makes it all the better! Getting home before my bf gets off work so I can look all innocent while him not having a clue that I'm full of nut from other guys is the best too. . . .:) Pretty skilled at it too I must say. . .somewhat of an art. Only been caught twice. . . .once by a guy I had started dating for like a week and was super cute but couldn't fuck me right. He had stopped by and fucked me one day and after he left I got back online and within 20 minutes had another hot guy (with a HUGE dick) that knew how to fuck balls deep in me. I was on my back legs up and after about fifteen minutes of having him in me, I was in such an oblivious mood that I didn't notice the guy I was dating had walked into my bedroom. He freaked out of course and was like "WTF, seriously?!" I didn't care. . . .and knew the guy screwing me could take him easily if he started shit so I looked right at him with a cocky smile and said "Sorry Nate, but notice this guys dick. . . .it does to me what yours simply can't - bye" He left still cussing but that guy I had cheated on him with became the next boyfriend about two weeks later. Needless to say I cheated on him of course too but he never found out. . . . . . 🙂 The second time I was at an after hours party and high as fuck when my friend's boyfriend hit on me and asked if he could fuck me. DUH!!!!! He took me upstairs to a bedroom and within five minutes or so he was balls deep in me and we both were loving it. That is til about thirty minutes (and his first load in me) later. . .he was back in me going for round two when the door opens. Thinking it was another guy that wanted to three way with us, I said "come get some stud." The voice I heard reply was my friend saying "Clearly my boyfriend is already giving you that." We stopped for a second and looked up and he had already walked out. I said "Dude, you ok?" He said "I am now" and kept fucking me. He busted his nut again and then we left together with two other guys to continue the night! 🙂 LOVE IT!!!!!! 🙂

“Randy broke up with Paul because he was poz...BUT that’s not what happened!” I said “What? You just said…” Arthur started to question me but I interrupted. “A month ago, I met Paul at Burkhart’s..,” I began… Randy and I had gone out after having dinner at some restaurant named after a cow or something, CowPoke or something...anyway, we were chatting and drinking and having a great time when Randy got called it to work. He left and I stayed to have a few more drink and I planned to get a ride home from friends I was bound to run into. Paul approached me and asked about Randy and were we dating. I said yes and we started making small talk. Paul was cute but I could tell he was a bottom and was definitely not interested in me just as much as I was not interested in him. But still, you can never have enough friends. Eventually Paul confessed that he was Randy’s ex and wanted to warn me and tell me how and why they broke up. At first I got really nervous because what kind of psycho would approach someone at the bar only to dis the person they had been with. It really freaked me out but I stayed calm and just listened to Paul explain. They had been together for a month before Randy started asking about bringing other guys into the bedroom. Paul was ok with it and Randy began inviting other tops over as long as they wore condoms. That’s how they met Donnie. Donnie was a 6’ adonis, very muscular jock type. Nice dick and a great chest. He knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was in his 40’s but still hot as hell and Paul loved sucking his cock. Donnie sat at the top of the bed and Paul eagerly downed his cock while Randy started eating Paul’s ass, something that Paul loved and Paul moaned over Donnie’s cock the whole time. Donnie continually encouraged Paul with a barrage of “Damn that’s good,” “You’re great at that,” and “Damn you like dick.” He also berate Paul by calling him “another dumb-ass faggot.” All the while Treasure Island Media played on the TV. Paul didn’t care he was in heaven, a cock in his throat and a tongue in his ass. What could be better he thought. Randy then removed his tongue and went to the bedroom closet and brought out the bag. I know what’s in that bag. A mask, a few dildos, a butt plug, some other toys I can’t think of right now, a collection of little brown bottles, and a mask for those bottles. Paul's hard cock got a little harder because he liked those brown bottles. Randy got a hell yeah from Donnie as he passed Donnie his own bottle. Randy took a sniff then attached one bottle to the mask and then did the same with another brand and then finally helped Paul put the mask on. And the euphoria began as Paul once again started sucking Donnie’s cock while Randy started fucking him. Paul removed the mask when it got to be too much but occasionally Randy would ease his thrusts and Donnie would hold that bottle close to his cock so Paul could get another whiff. It didn’t take long before Randy started moaning that he was going to cum and did, planting a nice load deep in Paul. Randy came close so Paul could clean the cum from his cock and Donnie moved to take Randy’s place. Paul kept the bottle to Paul’s nose. It took about five minutes till Paul realized that Donnie was not wearing a condom. When he made a mention to Randy about it, Donnie laughed and Randy just held the bottle under his nose again and said, “it’s ok,” “it’s fine.” Paul didn’t object after that, he just let it happen and enjoyed it. Eventually Donnie dumped his load in Paul as well. Randy immediately moved behind Paul and inserted a butt plug from the bag into Paul's ass before Paul had a chance to move. Donnie once again presented his cock to Paul for cleaning before getting dressed and letting himself out. But not before laughing and calling Paul a stupid faggot once again. Randy then moved in to kiss Paul and they started making out as Randy laid Paul back onto the bed. Paul was in heaven and at that time thought that Randy was the one and would have let him do anything. Randy removed the butt-plug and replaced it with the biggest dildo they had, Rocco Steel, and continued to fuck Paul. Slowly at first but then picking up pace. Paul kept the bottle and eventually he was begging for more as Randy rammed the dildo in and out of him. Throughout the dildo fucking Randy continued to encourage Paul as well as degrade him, which Paul was coming to enjoy more and more. Paul indicated that he was getting close and Randy stepped it up a bit. The last thing Paul heard before he shot his load was Randy telling him that he was “a good boy for taking Donnie’s poz load” because Randy had always wanted to watch someone get pozzed. Paul was furious and demanded to know why Randy would do that. Randy seemed indifferent, even proud that he had done it. Paul yelled at Randy for ten minutes he said until he came down a bit and it was then he realized he still had the dildo inside of him. He got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clear himself but there was not much left it had all been churned and pushed deep inside of him. All he could do at that point was shower. “Wow,” said Arthur and nothing else. “When he got out of the shower Randy had gone somewhere so Paul dialed the local clinic but broke down halfway through dialing the number. He just went to bed but he did decide to end it with Randy.” “I would to! To think someone would be that twisted.” Arthur said trying to find some reasoning behind this. “But wait, there’s more...”

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I often like to think that there are just enough of us to go round. If we lived in a society where all men were open to their sexual urges and not subject to societal pressure to repress them, then there would be just enough cocksuckers/cumdumps to satisfy their carnal lusts- a natural balance in the order of things. As it is, only a small percentage of men truly embrace their sexual selves, so it often seems like there’s a surplus of cocksuckers/cumdumps all competing for a limited pool of cock. Oh, if only men would truly open up- we’d be in such demand!

When I was 30, I was on Grindr one night while on break at work. This blank profile messaged me saying he was at the sleazy sex motel down the street and was ass up looking for anon loads in his dark room. I got the room number and headed over to breed his ass. (This was before I was a filthy cumdump). I walk in hard and go in with just spit. He grunted in pain, since he didn’t know I was pierced, but quickly started moaning with pleasure. I nutted in him deep then flipped him around and made him clean his ass off my cock. I left and went back to work. The next morning, after work, I had a message from him on Grindr. It said “I’ve wanted to have sex with you since you were in high school, but you were too innocent then. Thanks for making my dream come true.” Still have no clue who it was.

I’ve written several stories on here but they seem to have disappeared. Sad because I don’t have any copies. I’ve been lurking and reading for a bit and just haven’t found any good inspiration for anything new til now. Hopefully I can get this out as well as it plays in my head. While I work on the meat of the story I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let out a little teaser to get the ball rolling. ******************** I sat at the bar in The Stage Door, a bar in Tucker, GA waiting for my friend Arthur to come, I had so much to explain and confess to him. He was my therapist, not a real therapist but he was that friend I could tell anything to. He finally got there after I finished my first drink, so we ordered two more and made our way to the back corner where we would have some privacy so I could get this off my chest. I had been dating a guy Randy for about four months when he confessed to me that he had broken up with his last boyfriend Paul after Paul had become HIV positive. This happened about a month before we got together. I felt terrible for Paul, to be in a relationship with someone and then get dumped because of that. Sure it would be scary but I thought it was a shitty thing to do anyway. When I told Randy that, he got really defensive and offended and started saying things like, “he deserved it” and “had it coming” and “shouldn’t have been such a whore” and then finally “he knew he was getting it” and even “wanted it.” Randy went on to explain...Paul had wanted to have other guys fuck him as well as Randy. Paul wanted to get breed and then Randy would breed him after. Randy agreed and Paul would invite guys over and they would all play together even DP Paul which Randy discovered he liked. Most guys did wear condoms but a few would agree to bareback. Paul really loved when they went raw. One day a guy who wore a condom shot a huge load, it was impressive seeing it in the condom when he took it off. Paul grabbed the condom and worked it into his ass while the guy watched. The guys eyes were huge as he watched Paul finger the condom into his hole. When Paul saw him getting hard again he maneuvered himself so he could suck his cock while he worked the open end of the condom into his swollen hole. Randy grabbed the condom and held it up so the cum flowed down the condom and into Paul. Randy had come home from work one day and two studs had Paul in a spit roast in the bedroom. That wouldn’t have been so bad but they wouldn’t let Randy play until after they left three hours later. Randy could hear balls slapping ass, name calling, and muffled moans and sometimes screams from Paul the whole time. Occasionally he would pop his head into the room to make sure everything was ok. Each time the guys would tell Paul to tell his man to get out. Paul would then mumble something from under the cock that was currently in his mouth. Randy knew Paul was having fun so he grabbed a brown bottle and enjoyed the rush. When the two guys finally left Paul lying in a bed soaked with sweet and cum, they walked through the living room after cleaning up and said to Paul on the way out, “We each gave him two toxic loads. Enjoy man, he’s all yours.” “That’s so sick and twisted!,” my friend Arthur said when I stopped telling my story long enough to take a drink before all the ice in my rum and Coke melted. “But wait, there’s more...”

Note: Peter Parker is 18 years old in this story “I-I don’t know about this…” Peter said, looking around the room. The man sitting behind the desk grunted, “Look kid, you come in, say you have no ID, no social and want to earn money, this is how you earn money.” “Yeah, but I thought it would just be, you know pictures.” The man chuckled, “No one pays for pictures kid, look, take your clothes off and let’s see what we’re working with.” “Here?” Peter asked, his voice cracking. He looked around the room again, taking in the peeling wallpaper and the thick layer of dust on the camera equipment. The musty smell was starting to make his nose twitch. He hated this, loathed it in fact, but the fact remained that shy of stealing some, he had no way to make money besides this. He couldn’t even give blood since he had no idea what his blood would do to a normal human being, no one knew him, he had no identity…and his rent was due. Like overdue. The man behind the desk, who introduced himself as Harry, leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. "Listen, kid," he said, lighting a cigarette. "You're in a shitty situation, I get it. But this is the real world. You want money, you gotta give something in return. Now, take your fucking clothes off." Peter hesitated, his hands hovering over the hem of his shirt. He had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone a stranger. He had made sure never to change out in gym and doubly covered up around Aunt May. But he needed the money, and he was out of options. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. Harry's eyes got wide, "Well damn kid..." he said leering at the teen, "Don't stop there, keep going!" Peter, feeling his cheeks flush hot, slowly unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his boxers and the hefty bulge moving behind them. "Fuck, kid, you're packing some serious heat down there aren't ya?" Harry said, licking his lips. Peter blushed even harder, "I-I guess so." Which was a lie, since the bite Peter’s body had changed in many ways. He had lost nearly all of his body fat, was limber as an Olympic gymnast and his cock had swollen to nearly three times it previous size. "Well, let's see it then," Harry said, motioning with his hand. Taking a deep breath, Peter pushed his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them. He stood there, completely naked, his cock hanging low and swinging. Harry's eyes trailed up and down his body, from the defined muscles of his chest to the perfect V-shape of his hips, and finally arriving at the impressive length and girth of his lower half. "Holy fuck," Harry murmured, a look of lust spreading across his face. "You're a damned sight prettier than I expected." "I...I don't know what you mean," Peter stammered, feeling his flush deepen from the way Harry was staring at him. "Turn around, let me see how nice that little ass of yours is," the man said with a grin. Peter reluctantly turned around slowly, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The man walked around him, inspecting his body, tracing his fingers over the defined muscles of Peter's shoulders, arms, and back. "Fucking hell, kid, with a body like that a cock like this," he said grabbing the boy's flaccid cock, "You never done porn?" "I-I've never even watched porn," Peter stammered, his cock slowly growing in the man's hand to his horror. “Do a few scenes and you can leave here with two grand, easily.” Two thousand dollars! He could pay his rent, buy some food and still have money for web fluid… “What do I have to do?” Peter asked cautiously. The man gave him a shark like grin, “Anything I say.” He was about to say no, just say fuck it and leave, there had to be another way. And then his stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten in over a day… “Hungry?” the man asked, “Here…” he opened up a plastic container and inside were half a dozen brownies, “Eat up.” Peter’s mouth drooled at the sight, and he took one and practically ate it whole while grabbing another. The man walked back to his desk as he watched him devour the whole container. “Ever do Molly kid?” Peter turned to look at him, mouth ringed with chocolate, “Who’s Molly?” he asked with his mouth full. The man just smiled, “Well you have now,” he said under his breath, “Never mind…finish that off…can’t have my new star going hungry.” So, Peter did, his hunger pains subsiding and replaced with an odd feeling in his stomach and a tingling warmth that spread throughout his body. “Ok kid, stand in front of the backdrop.” Peter stood there, feeling the effects of the brownies, his mind going funny places, his body feeling loose and warm. When he looked down, he saw his cock was harder than ever, pointing straight out in front of him. "Oh," he said surprised, "I'm sorry...I never..." Harry shushed him as he turned on the video camera and moved over to the boy, "It's ok, you're a growing boy," he took hold of the boy's massive cock, "And you are a grower for sure!" Peter gasped as he felt his cock swell and harden in the man's grip. "Uh, what do we do now?" Peter asked nervously, "I've never done this before." "This feel good?" Harry asked, his hand lazily moving up and down the boy's length. Peter nodded, his head fuzzy as the man's stroked his cock harder, "Good..." "You want that money right Peter?" The teen nodded again, "Need it..." "You gonna do what I say?" Another nod. "Come on over here and lay down on the couch," Harry said, moving the teen to the ratty old couch in the corner. Peter did as he was told, laying down and closing his eyes as the man's touch felt even more intense, and the ecstasy was spreading throughout his entire body. "Open your legs for me, Peter," Harry said as he knelt between the teen's legs. Peter shakily moved his legs apart, exposing himself completely to the man. Harry began to spread the boy’s legs wide, surprised at how limber he was. He took his hands and parted the boy's firm asscheeks and smiled at the tiny, pink hole winking back at him. "How many licks does it take to get to the center of Petey?" he said, leaning and licking around Peter's hole. The teen gasped, his whole-body tensing as Harry's tongue licked down there. "H-Harry!" Peter cried out, his hands gripping the cushions beneath him. He felt so dirty and wrong, but goddamn if it didn't feel fucking amazing. Harry chuckled a moment before diving his face back in, licking and sucking at the boy's tight entrance. Saliva dripped down Peter's taint and balls before pooling at the base of his thick shaft. Harry's tongue and mouth played with Peter's hole, causing his legs to tremble and hands to clench. "Gonna make you feel real good kid." Harry's voice was muffled against Peter's balls, but the boy heard him clearly. "Fuck," Peter grit his teeth as he felt Harry's tongue probed him. His fingers clawed the couch fabric, resisting the urge to push back onto the man's face. "This is...oh god...wrong..." Peter protested, "Can't do this...stop..." he slurred as the tongue went deeper. Peter's legs were spread wide now as the man devoured his ass, Peter's cock throbbed as he moaned and sobbed, begging the man to stop and then wanting him to keep going. "I-I can't do this," Peter said weakly as Harry lifted his head, "You need the money, right?" Harry asked, wiping his mouth. "Yeah, but..." Peter's words trailed off as he watched the man spread lube on his finger. "No but, you want to get paid," his finger pushed at the slick hole, "You do what I say," and pushed in. Peter grunted, his eyes shutting tight as pleasure washed over him. "You're so tight, like a virgin or something," Harry said as he added a second finger. Peter had never been touched there, had never imagined it would feel so good. Harry sucked his bottom lip as he moved his fingers in and out, getting the boy used to something in his ass. he lubed his fingers again and slid two into the dazed teen. Peter arched his back, mouth open as the pleasurable sensation flooded him. Harry’s eyes hungrily took in the site of him lying there, exposed, vulnerable, and of course sexy as hell. He moved his fingers in and out, letting the boy adjust to the sensation. "Harry...oh god," Peter moaned, his hands clenching and unclenching. Harry moved the boy’s ass upwards until Peter's legs were over his head. Three fingers pushed into his hole now as Harry fingerfucked him harder and faster. Peter's cock was swollen and as he laid there eyes closed in ecstasy, he felt something nudge his lips. He opened his eyes to find the head of his own cock pushing at his mouth! Harry had the boy folded over so far this own cock was pushing past his lips! Peter was horrified for a moment as he realized what was happening and then Harry's fingers brushed something deep in his ass... Peter gasped, his entire body tensing as his own cock pushed into his mouth! For a second the teen was paralyzed in shock but as Harry began to massage that spot slowly waves of pure pleasure raced through Peter's body and his tongue rolled around his own cockhead! Peter slowly began to suckle on his own oversized cock! He had thought about this before of course, after the spider bite he was incredibly agile, but he had been too uptight to try it. But now, baked on Molly and with three fingers fucking him he began to suck his own cock earnestly. Peter's mouth was filled with his cock, he was choking on his own length as he hit the back of his throat. The teen gagged as Harry added a fourth finger, pushing Peter's cock further down his throat! Spittle bubbled around the shaft, and Peter's eyes watered as he fought to maintain breath. Harry's other hand wrapped around Peter's balls, pulling them downward to stimulate him even more. Peter's toes curled, and legs shuddered as he felt his orgasm begin to build. "Come on Petey, shoot your load down your throat," Harry said slamming his thick digits against Peter's prostate, "I wanna see you swallow your own cum!" Peter whimpered, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the internal pressure began to build. Harry's fingers were driving him crazy, Peter's tight ass clenching and releasing around his wriggling fingers, his toes curling as he bore down on that Magic little spot. Peter's cock began to swell and throb, precum dripping from the tip as the waves of pleasure crashed through him, hitting his peak. The boy could taste his own precum as his balls tingled...oh god he was about to cum in his own mouth! The first shot flooded his mouth as he began to cough, what felt like gallons of cum filled his mouth and shot down his throat. Peter choked and gagged on his own load but the moans of ecstasy never left his lips. Harry's fingers were still buried inside him, and he continued to press down on that spot which made Peter cum and cum. His mind was lost in the ecstasy of his own release, and he didn't even feel the fingers slip out of his ass slowly. He collapsed back on the couch, trying to catch his breath as he regained control of himself. Harry took his finger and collected some of the boy's cum that had dribbled down his chin, "Open up..." he said putting his fingers to the boy's lips. "That's a good boy," Harry said, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. "Such a good fucking boy, taking all that cum in your mouth and swallowing it down." Peter's mind was whirling with the intense pleasure he had just experienced. As he began to doze off he thought about what he had done and what the people from his old life would think of him. But the glow of his orgasm gently put him to sleep...leaving that guilt for another day. Peter woke up to a sharp stabbing in his arm. His eyes flew open in time to see Harry pulling back an empty syringe. "What did..." Peter began to say as w warmth flushed through his system and his head spun, "Oh shit..." he said falling back on the bed. Peter woke up to a sharp stabbing in his arm. His eyes flew open in time to see Harry pulling back an empty syringe. "What did..." Peter began to say as w warmth flushed through his system and his head spun, "Oh shit..." he said falling back on the bed. Harry chuckled, "Welcome to the horse," he said as Peter stared up at the ceiling, "Your first hit is free, after that you gotta earn it." Peter just laid there, feeling like he was floating on a cloud...he had never felt so relaxed and free of worry before. He was so out of it that it took a couple of seconds to realize someone's hands were moving over his chest. He looked up and saw a 20 something year old guy, in great shape in just a pair of boxers smiling at Peter. His hands were rough and caused him shiver as they moved over his pecs and abs. "Hi," the guy said softly, "I'm Luke." Peter blinked up at him, trying to focus on his face, "Uh...hi," he managed to say. Luke grinned, "I heard you came in today looking for work. I hear you're a natural." Peter groaned as he felt Luke's hands move down and wrap around his cock. "What are you doing?" he asked weakly. "Just taking care of you," Luke said cheerfully as he started to stroke the teen's cock. Peter's mind was still fuzzy from the heroin he had been injected with. Luke's hand moved up and down his thick shaft, making Peter moan as he thrust upwards into the stranger's hand. He tried to make sense of what was happening, but his body felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow. "Wha...what are you...doing?" Peter asked quietly, still not quite clear on the situation. "I'm here to help you, Petey," Luke said, his hands sliding over the boy's swollen cock. "Let me take care of you, numbnuts." Luke chuckled, leaning in and licking the fat mushroom head of Peter's cock. Peter let out a loud gasp as Luke's tongue moved over his sensitive head. He thought to himself he had never had a blow job before and then remembered he had just given himself one earlier...the realization and the drugs made him start to giggle as Luke began to lick up and down his shaft. "Oh god!" Peter exclaimed, feeling himself sink into the bed as Luke held onto Peter's cock with both hands and took his head into his warm mouth. Peter let out a loud moan as he felt the hot wetness of Luke's mouth envelope his throbbing member. Luke's tongue worked circles around the head of Peter's cock while his hands moved up and down the shaft, gripping it firmly. Peter's mind was spinning as he watched the other man take his entire cock into his mouth. He had never felt anything like this before, and the horror that he was letting another guy suck him off hit him but the pleasure from this guy's mouth made it hard to resist. Peter watched as Luke pulled back and then pushed down again, taking him in and out of his mouth. Luke's hands gripped Peter's cock tighter as he moved up and down faster, taking the boy deeper with each bob of his head. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes as Luke sucked him deeper, eliciting a fresh wave of ecstasy. Luke gripped the base of Peter's cock, pulling him deeper into his mouth as he peppered the head with kisses. Peter couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the euphoria that coursed through him. He continued to writhe, cries of torture-turned-pleasure leaving his lips. Luke moved down and began to suck at Peter's huge swollen balls, the teen writhed as Luke took one into his mouth at a time, slathering them with attention. Luke's skilled hands hadn't stopped their work, he stroked Peter's shaft while rolling the boy's balls in his wet mouth. Peter had never felt anything so intense before, he couldn't believe the pleasure coursing through and from his balls. Suddenly, Luke's lips left his balls, and he began to trail soft wet kisses lower, under his ballsac and then lower. Peter didn't know what was happening, but he gripped the sheets in terror as he felt Luke's tongue trace along his taint. Luke's hands spread Peter's cheeks wider apart, exposing his asshole fully. "Oh god, no, no please," Peter whimpered, his mind telling himself to stop as Luke's tongue swirled around his asshole. The drugged-up teen wanted to push him away, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, he arched his back and moaned. His hands went to Luke's head, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. Luke lifted the boy's legs higher, getting a clear view of his rosebud ass and the hole winking at him. Luke's face buried itself between Peter's cheeks, his tongue swirling and probing. Peter’s mind was telling him to resist but the pleasure was too much. "Fuck," Peter moaned, his voice low and heavy as he felt the man's tongue against his virgin hole. He had never felt anything like this before, and his body was a jumbled mess of pleasure and shame. Luke's tongue probed deeper, making Peter squirm as the stranger ate him out. "Holy shit, I never...I can't...oh god," Peter whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets as the man's tongue explored every inch of his ass. Luke's fingers joined in, tracing over Peter's hole before pushing inside him. Peter's breath hitched as he felt the intrusion, his body tensing as Luke gently opened him up. The boy's fingers gripped the sheets as Luke pushed deeper, his tongue tracing the rim of Peter's entrance while his fingers explored inside. Peter couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, or slept, he was on sensory overload from the Molly and heroin, and he struggled to make sense of what was happening. All he knew was that it felt amazing. "You like that, Petey?" Luke murmured as he pulled back, his fingers still buried inside the boy's ass. Peter nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. With his eyes closed Peter felt the man move around and then he heard, "Hey, get me ready." Peter looked up and saw Luke was naked kneeling next to him, his hard cock next to Peter's head, "Get it moist for me." Peter panicked; he had never been so close to someone's else's dick before. He pulled back but Luke grabbed his hair and held him in place, "Come on Pete, I sucked you, only fair you return the favor," he pressed his hard cock against Peter's pursed lips and moved it back and forth slowly. "Come on Pete," Luke said firmly, "You want to get paid or not?" Peter's mind was foggy, but he knew he needed the money. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let Luke slide his cock against his lips. The taste and feel of it were foreign and repulsive, but Peter swallowed his pride and obediently wrapped his lips around the head of Luke's cock. Luke groaned with pleasure, bucking his hips and forcing his cock further into the teenager's mouth. Peter gagged and grimaced, but kept taking in more of the throbbing appendage, feeling its warmth and hardness spread through his mouth. The teen wrinkled his nose and pushed himself to swallow as much as possible. Even with the drugs clouding his mind, Peter wasn't keen on the taste, but he knew he had to follow through. He deftly bobbed his head, taking the man's thick cock into his mouth and experimentally wrapping his lips around it. Luke grunted with pleasure, a low growl escaping his throat as he gripped the sides of Peter's head, pulling him deeper. Peter's throat burned as he struggled to take more of the man's length, feeling every vein and ridge with his tongue. He gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to process the overwhelming flood of flavor and texture, all the while trying to make Luke happy. "Yeah, that's it," Luke grunted, his hands tightening on Peter's head as he pounded away at his throat. "Lick it, good boy." Peter whimpered, his vocal cords straining as he accepted the humiliation of this situation and the shame that coursed through him ate away at his sanity. But he couldn't deny the heat coursing through his body, from his mouth and the length of cock that filled it, to the sudden ache building inside him. Peter shuddered, his hands clumsily grasping at Luke's hips. He moved his head back and forth, taking Luke's cock deeper and deeper, his tongue flicking at the underside of the shaft and teasing Luke's head. Luke groaned louder, grabbing at Peter's head as he thrust his cock further between the teen's lips, all the way down to the root, and every bit of the way out. Peter's gag reflex kicked in but he fought through it, refusing to let go. "Whoa!" Luke said, pulling his cock out of Peter's mouth with a wet plop, "I said get me ready not get me off." Peter's face turned red as he realized what he had been doing...he had gotten into it! What was wrong with him! Luke moved between Peter's legs and spread them, "Besides this way we will both feel good." Luke moved between Peter's legs and spread them, "Besides this way we will both feel good." Peter's eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen. He shook his head, "No, no, I can't do that...I'm straight!" Luke smirked, "I won't hurt you, I promise." Peter's breathing quickened as Luke's lubed fingers found their target and began to probe at his virgin hole. "Just relax and let it happen," Luke murmured soothingly as he worked one finger inside the boy's tight ass. Peter's body tensed at the intrusion, but the drug-fueled haze made it hard to fight against it. After a few moments, Luke's finger was joined by another and the boy's eyes widened in pain and surprise as the two fingers began to stretch his hole. This was the second time he had been fingered and the sensation was overwhelming. he was mortified to see his cock slowly started to harden as Luke added a third finger. Luke laughed, "Oh someone is liking it!" he exclaimed as Peter wished he would just die. But as Luke finger fucked him Peter's cock got harder and harder until it was dripping precum over his eight pack. His body was betraying him, but he was powerless to stop it! He looked at Luke, "But..." he began to protest as Luke pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up to the boy's hole. Luke cut him off, "Don't worry, Peter, I'll be easy. I promise, you'll like it." Peter shook his head franticly as Luke slowly pushed into him... Peter gasped as he felt Luke's cock breach his ass and slip inside. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he clenched his fists as Luke slowly pushed inside him. "Ahhh," Peter whimpered, feeling every inch of Luke's cock stretch him out. The stranger slowly kept going, inch by inch until he was buried in Peter's virgin hole. Luke paused when he was fully inside, letting Peter get used to the feeling of being stretched out. "Oh my god," Peter whimpered, his body trembling with a strange mix of fear and pleasure. He couldn't believe he was letting this strange man fuck him, but he couldn't deny the heat building in his body, he felt so full and Luke's cock felt so good. "You're tight as hell, Pete," Luke said with a grunt, "You ok? Does it hurt?" That was the thing...it didn't! Peter was shocked at Luke's whole cock was in him and all he felt was full...and a strange tingling...but that was it. He shook his head and Luke smiled, "Good boy." He grabbed Peter's Hips and pulled the boy upright, until he was facing him, cock still sheathed in his ass. "Ok Petey...ride that cock." Luke grunted as he pulled back and then thrust deeply into Peter. Peter's breathing hitched as he felt Luke's cock fill him, each stroke sending a new wave of pleasure through his body. He couldn't believe what was happening, his mind still couldn't make sense of it, but his body had already accepted it. He began to move with Luke, pushing back against his hips the same time Luke pushed into him. "Fuck, yeah!" Luke growled, grabbing Peter's ass harder now as he set a hard and fast pace. Each thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside Peter, sending jolts of pleasure surging through him. Luke's hips smacked against his ass, driving his hard shaft in deeper and harder, making Peter moan louder and louder. The camera flashed in the darkness, capturing the explicit scene in front of it. The lens didn't judge or care, it just captured the raw sexual act of a muscular stud fucking a young man in the ass. The flashes kept coming, punctuating the sounds of flesh slapping together with bright strobes of light. "Come on Peter, ride my cock! I wanna see you fuck yourself like a good boy!" Luke commanded. Peter's body moved on instinct, pushing back onto Luke's cock as the stranger continued to slam into him. "Fuck, yeah, Petey," Luke grunted, his hands gripping the boy's waist. "You feel so fucking good." Peter's mind was a haze as he let out a loud moan, feeling his cock bouncing with every thrust. Luke's hands reached around and began to stroke Peter's hard shaft in time with his hips. The sensation of Luke's hand on his cock sent another jolt of pleasure through the teen, and he couldn't help but moan louder. "Yeah, that's it," Luke grunted, "I wanna see you cum like a good boy, Peter. I wanna see you shoot your load all over my chest. Can you do that for me?" Peter nodded weakly, unable to form words at this point. He could only focus on the pounding he was taking and the pleasure building in his core. Luke's thick cock drove deeper into Peter, the man's hips slapping against his ass with every thrust. Peter's eyes were glazed, his around Luke's neck as he fucked himself harder and harder. His cock was leaking precum, leaving a wet spot on his toned stomach. "Fuck, Peter," Luke groaned, sweat dripping down his forehead as he held the young man's hips. "You feel so fucking good," he leaned in and kissed Peter, his tongue invading the dazed teen's mouth as he rode him. Peter was shocked, he had never imagined kissing a man but then he had never imagined being fucked either! As Luke cock slammed into him he found himself kissing the stranger back as he pushed himself down on that cock over and over. Peter moaned into Luke's mouth, feeling like he was losing control of himself and for the first time, he didn't care. Luke's tongue explored every inch of Peter's mouth as the room was filled with the sound of Peter's ass smacking down on Luke's lap. Peter's mind was foggy, but the Molly and heroin made the sensations stronger and pushed him further into the abyss of pleasure. His hips moved on their own, sliding up and down Luke's length as the stranger's hands gripped his hips, holding him in place. Luke's thrusts became harder and more urgent as he felt himself getting close, grunting and groaning with every push. Luke's cock hit that spot within Peter, a feeling that Peter was amazed he enjoyed so much. It seemed to send jolts of electricity straight to his balls, causing them to draw up tight against his body. Luke watched the boy fuck himself and then whispered in his ear, "Tell me you're straight again Peter! Tell me you're a nice, straight boy while you ride my cock like a whore!" Luke hissed in Peter's ear. Peter was too lost in the pleasure to even care, let alone answer. He only moaned loudly, his ass slapping against Luke's hips as he grinded down on the man's thick cock. His mind was still hazy with the drugs flowing through his veins, and the pleasure building in his body was overpowering any objections he might have had. Luke's pulled Peter's head back and said sharply, "Say it! Tell me you're straight while you ride my cock!" Luke's voice echoed in Peter's ear, cutting through the haze of the Molly and heroin coursing through his body. Peter hesitated, unsure of what to say. He had never been in this situation before, but a strange sense of power and pleasure coursed through him as Luke dominated him, claiming him as his own. "I-I'm straight..," Peter finally stammered, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "Louder!" he said, pulling Peter down onto his cock harder and harder. Peter's mind was still hazy from the drugs, but Luke's commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine. He felt dirtier, but the pleasure coursing through him was undeniable. "I'm straight," he said again, louder this time. Luke groaned at Peter's words, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm straight!" Peter yelled out, louder than before, his voice filled with a mix of fear, shame and pleasure. Luke chuckled darkly, "Oh, you are such a good little slut," he grunted, and then with a final hard thrust buried his cock deep inside Peter's ass. Luke's cock twitched as he came hard, pumping hot cum deep inside the boy's ass. Peter's body clenched around him as Luke filled him up, leaving peter feeling fuller than ever before as he moaned loudly at the sensation. Peter clenched his fists in the air as his orgasm hit him, he could feel his balls throb and pull tightly as Luke's cock twitched inside him. With a loud, guttural groan, Peter shot his cum up onto Luke’s chest and abs, splattering the sweat-soaked muscles with white hot streams of stickiness. Luke grunted and held Peter steady as he shook, his cock twitching and spasming as he came, filling Peter's ass with more cum. Peter's orgasm pulsed through him, his senses hyper aware as his cock released stream after stream of cum onto Luke's chest and abs. He couldn't believe what had happened, that he had let a man fuck him and he had just came for the first time because of it. As Peter's orgasm subsided he became shamefully aware of his situation, still fully impaled on Luke's still hard cock with spunk leaking down his thighs. Luke pushed Peter back onto the bed, his cock sliding out of the teen's hole, "Yeah you look pretty straight to me there Pete." he said with a laugh as he stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped his cock off as he watched Peter lay on the bed, panting and still writhing slightly as the residual pleasure rolled through his body. Peter felt dirty, ashamed, but also still turned on. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that his body was still tingling and wantonly yearning for more. Slowly his eyes closed and he felt the world start to slip away again as he heard Luke ask, "So did you get all that?" And then nothing.

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Part 3 So, there I was, standing in front of Ryan, naked, my cock harder than it had ever been. Ryan pulled his arse cheeks apart and said "Fuck me, babe!" What was I to do? I stood there for what seemed like ages, although in reality it was no more than a few seconds as various options ran through my mind. I knew it would be absolutely wrong to fuck him and put him at risk, but I also knew that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push my cock right up his hole and fuck him as hard as I could, before giving him the breeding of his life. Ryan grinned as I moved forward and positioned my cock against his hole. A few seconds later the head of my cock was inside him and I knew there was no turning back. Although we hadn't fucked for a few days, my cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. It felt so good to be back up Ryan's arse and it was all I could do not to cum right up him. Ryan too seemed extra horny, I suppose because he had been away and we hadn't fucked for a while. He raised his legs further and pulled me closer, his hands on my arse as I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want this!" he moaned as I began to fuck him even harder. I was getting close now and I told him so. "Do it," he moaned "Give me what I need!" His finger found my arsehole, something that always turns me on, and he pushed it up me. That pushed me over the edge and a few seconds later I fired what felt like a massive load up him. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. I could tell that Ryan was still as horny as I was and he could feel that my dick was still hard in his arse. "Can you go again?" he asked, still out of breath "Yeah!" I moaned as I started to fuck him again, pausing only for a moment to wonder what he would think if he knew what I might just have done to him, but it was almost like I couldn't help myself, and a few seconds later I was fucking him again as he moaned and played with his cock, urging me to fuck him harder. I shot a second load up him and then we showered together, had something to eat and went to bed. I lay in Ryan's arms that night, not knowing what to think. I wanted Ryan more than anything in the world, but I knew it was going to be difficult to stop having sex with Aidan. Even the thought of Aidan's big poz cock in my arse was making me horny again, and I tried to put him out of my mind. When we woke up the next morning, we were both horny and I fucked Ryan again. I knew the more I fucked him, the more risk I might be putting him at, but I couldn't resist fucking him and firing another big load up him. Ryan was working that night and shortly after he left for his shift, I got a message from Aidan asking if I wanted him to come over and "keep me company". I thought maybe I should say to Aidan that we needed to stop what we were doing but almost as soon as he came into the room, Aidan turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over. "Why don't you come over here and lick my ass?" he said with an evil grin, "You know you want to!" Of course I did want to, and seconds later I was down behind him. I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hole, which was even more hairy. I licked his hole for a while as he gave contented little moans and then he turned round and pushed his big cock into my mouth. "That's it," he said softly as I sucked his cock "Get it nice and ready!" A short time later, I was bent over, naked from the waist down, as Aidan fucked me and then shot another big load of poz cum right up me. Ryan was working all night and I kept Aidan's load up me and that night I had a really satisfying wank in bed. Over the next couple of weeks it was like I was two different people - I was my normal self when I was with Ryan and a totally different person when I was around Aidan - it was like I couldn't get enough of Aidan's cum in my arse, even though I knew it was almost certain that I would get knocked up by him, if I wasn't already. At the same time I was fucking Ryan, who seemed to be extra horny at that time, at every opportunity. I have to admit that a few times I fucked Ryan while I still had Aidan's load up my arse. The first time it happened by accident. I was going out for a drink with some of the guys on my team at work and I had arranged to call round at Aidan's on my way home as his partner was going to be out. Ryan was working that night and I had enjoyed more than a few drinks. I was definitely still quite drunk when I got to Aidan's and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. He fucked me on my back with my legs in the air - one of my favourite positions - and shot a nice big load up me. I was feeling great when I got home - pleasantly drunk and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a big load of cum up my bum. I got a shock when I opened the front door and Ryan was standing in the hall. He smiled at me - apparently he had changed his shift to help out one of his colleagues. He made us some coffee and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I guessed he was horny. "Let's go up to bed" he said softly I knew I would have to get rid of Aidan's load before we did anything, but when we got upstairs Ryan pulled me towards me and kissed me again. He began to undress me and soon he was down sucking my cock - something that always makes me so horny - and almost before I knew it, Ryan was on his back and I was fucking him. I fucked him hard, enjoying every minute of it as always, and almost forgot I had a load up me until I began to shoot my load up Ryan. I must have relaxed my arse a bit, because I could feel some of Aidan's cum sliding out my arsehole and down my balls just as I fired my load up Ryan. I got away with it - Ryan never noticed anything - but to be honest, the whole experience really turned me on and after that I fucked Ryan a few times with Aidan's load up my arse. It was like I was super horny all the time now and one evening I was working late on a project and after a while there was only me and Aaron, the guy from HR who had come on to me a few weeks previously. To cut a long story short, Aaron came onto me again and this time I didn't resist. We ended up in a quiet toilet on the top floor of the building where I sucked his cock and then bent over and offered him my arse. He went up me without a condom, no questions asked, and fucked me. He had a really nice thick cock and I have to say it felt really good up my arse. Aaron was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. "Can I cum in you?" he panted, and I nodded. Almost immediately I could feel his cum squirting into my arse and when he had finished he pulled out. I had assumed he would zip himself up and leave the toilet but to my surprise he bent over and pushed his arse out. "My turn!" he said with a grin I hadn't expected this, but I wasted no time in getting down behind him and pushing my tongue up his arse. I licked his hole for a while and then pushed my cock up him. His arse was incredibly tight and it didn't take me long to cum right up him. A few minutes later we were back out in the office and we were both back at our desks - his desk with a picture of his girlfriend and child on it and mine with a photo of Ryan. The following weekend we were invited to lunch with Aidan and Peter to meet one of Aidan's friends who was over from Ireland staying for a few days. Sean was about the same age as Aidan - and also very good looking - dark and hairy (a bit like Aidan). He seemed like a nice guy, but I was fairly sure from the way he looked at me that he knew what had been going on between me and Aidan. I didn't mind this, in fact, if anything it turned me on knowing that Aidan had told Sean what he had done to me and how much I had wanted it. Ryan was working that night and Peter said he had some work to do on a case he was working on - and suggested that Aidan and Sean should come over and spend the evening with me as he would be working and I would be on my own. Aidan winked at me and I knew at that moment that he had told Sean about me and that I was probably going to get two cocks up my arse that night. I wondered if Sean was HIV positive too and at the same time, ,I hoped no one would notice the erection that was now pushing out the front of my trousers. Ryan went off to work that evening and a little later, Aidan and Sean came over. As usual, Aidan didn't waste much time - he told me straight off that Sean was looking forward to fucking me and said "Why don't you pull your pants down and show him the hole he's going to be fucking!" As always, I did what Aidan asked me to - I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my arsehole to Sean. I really wanted to ask if he was HIV positive too, but I didn't need to as Aidan said casually "In case you're wondering, Sean's not on any meds either." Of course this just made me want to get fucked even more and before long I got my wish. Aidan went first and It was a real turn on, knowing that Sean was watching as Aidan pushed his poz cock up my unprotected arse and began to fuck me. I could see Sean was enjoying watching |Aidan fuck me and he got his cock out and started to wank as Aidan told him how much I loved to get fucked and to take poz loads up my cheating arse. A short time later, Aidan shot his load up me and pulled out. Almost immediately, Sean took his place. I have to say, Sean was a really good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. He started off slowly and then built up and soon he was giving me one of the hardest fucks I ever had. After a while he told me he was getting really close. "Shall we tell him?" asked Aidan as Sean thrust even harder up my arse. "Yeah, I guess we should," panted Sean "Tell me what?" I asked. I already knew Sean was HIV positive and not on meds, so I couldn't think what they were going to tell me. "They think he's acquired a strain of HIV that's resistant to drugs." Aidan said casually Just at that moment, Sean started to cum right up my arse, and I shot my load out in front of me, without even touching my cock. What had I done? I'd love to say that I came to my senses at this point and didn't have any more to do with Aidan or Sean, but, as you've probably guessed, nothing could be further from the truth! I couldn't wait to repeat the experience and I got fucked by both Aidan and Sean several times over that weekend. We had some really horny experiences - they took turns fucking me and loading me and one time Sean was fucking me when Aidan stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up Sean's arse. I had never experienced anything like this before and when Sean came in me, he pulled out and Aidan went up me, adding his load to Sean's a short time later. Later that night, I fucked Ryan, both loads still up my arse. I had another narrow escape the following evening. Ryan had been working all day and had stayed on late to cover for someone who was running late and was really tired when he came home. I made him some coffee and he decided to go to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately and just then I got a message from Aidan saying that Paul was out if I wanted to come over. A short later, Aidan, Sean and I were all naked and I was riding Sean's big cock. Aidan put some lube on his cock and moved in behind Sean. I wasn't sure what he was going to do at first - then he pushed his cock against my arse as Sean pulled me forward. At first it felt like I was being split in two as Aidan pushed his cock slowly up my arse next to Sean's. I didn't think there was any way I could take two cocks up my arse at the same time, but I managed it and soon I was enjoying it. Sean came first, closely followed by Aidan and once again I had two loads of dirty cum up my arse. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be out too long but as I made my way across to our house, it felt like my arse was gaping and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep their loads up me for much longer. I fumbled with the key in the lock and made my way to the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I undid my belt, quickly pulled my pants and trousers down and squatted, just as two loads of cum splattered out on to the floor. I heaved a sigh of relief, but just then a light went on upstairs and I heard Ryan's voice "You alright, babe," he called "Yes," I called back "I'll be up in a moment." I was lucky he didn't come downstairs and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made my way upstairs to join him. A couple of days later I started feeling unwell. I thought I would be ok once I got to work but once I got to the office I started feeling much worse. I felt hot and feverish - I had once had the flu, and this felt similar, but much worse. I knew I would have to go home and I also knew something else - this was probably what they called "the fuck flu." What was I going to do now? I decided to concentrate on getting myself home and somehow I did. I knew Ryan had the day off and I just wanted to see him. I entered the house quietly - wondering what I had done and what the fuck I was going to say to Ryan? He wasn't about downstairs and as I began to climb the stairs I heard voices. Not just voices - I heard the unmistakeable sound of two guys fucking. Surely it couldn't be Ryan? On the floor outside the bedroom I saw a pair of jeans and pants, which I knew did not belong to Ryan, and then I heard his voice from inside the bedroom. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!" Another voice said "You want it?" "Oh yes, fuck yes," came Ryan's voice "Do it, breed me, fucking breed me...give me a fucking baby!" This couldn't be happening! Not Ryan! Then I heard Aidan's voice saying "Good boy -take that dirty load right up your cunt!" I knew now what I was going to see when I entered the bedroom and sure enough the first thing I saw was Ryan's naked arse, riding on a big hairy cock. But it wasn't Aidan's cock he was riding as I had thought- Aidan was watching and wanking, but it was Sean who was breeding Ryan as I walked into the room - Sean who was not only HIV positive and not on meds, but who had a strain of HIV that was resistant to meds. I was feeling really feverish now. I didn't know what to think, or what to do as I stood there watching Sean breed Ryan with his resistant strain. But I knew one thing - I had just cum in my pants.

I used to date a top TS that loved choking me right to the edge of consciousness while pounding my hole.

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

DC Adams Morgan with me and my big daddy cock

with an ass like that no wonder you're poz😛

I would love to get DP.

Very well said. Too many Tops don't realize that fisting is a whole-nother kettle of fish from Cock-fucking. It's takes not merely skill, it takes an aware mind, a watchful concentration on the fistee, but it's a craft well-worth learning for Tops.

One time a friend took me to a highway rest area at night and led me down behind the parking area quite a way until we got to a little clearing with a picnic table and hung out passing poppers and sneaking a few puff puffs on his pipe. He knew I was nervous being down there and passing the pipe was his plan to make sure I was horny enough to forget about nerves or inhibitions and before long I was on my knees on the ground pulling on my cock and sucking another man's cock and I swallowed 2 or 3 loads before someone I never saw was pressing his cock into my hole while my friend was poppering me up again telling me to go with it and have fun. Anyway, we went back there again during the daytime and I told him I can't believe you let me do that while naked and on the ground completely littered with used condoms and trash.