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Part 9 I stand there waiting until suddenly the lights go on in the room. We are standing in the middle of the room. Chairs are set around us in a circle, twelve of them. I can see six VIPs standing behind them. Each has one chair. Next to each VIP is an empty chair, with a dildo placed in the middle of the chair. All VIPs wear red shirts, so we can't see any chests (well, the shirts are so tight, we can see the shapes of their abs and bodies). They all wear tight leather shorts with a zipper in the crotch. Some assistants are coming in and walking behind us. Distracted by the VIPs, I don't really pay attention to them. We hear some tubes being opened, and then... a shockwave hits my body. I feel a finger pushing up my sphincter. I yell softly . I did not expect this. The helpers are massaging our holes. a finger slides deep inside me. The host starts to talk again and tells us our holes are being lubed for this game. Then he starts to give six of us a condom while the helpers are still fingering us. Including me, it tickles inside me, and sometimes he's pushing against my prostate. This takes at least five minutes until the host starts to talk again. "All of you with a condom, walk up to a VIP. Unzip their zippers, suck those cocks, and make them hard." Shit... I need to pick a guy... I look around and walk up to a VIP. He is a Latin guy. If I have to guess, he's from Colombia? He is in his thirties and has a bald, shaved head, strong arms, and big, trained legs. photo of Colombian guy I go down on my knees and open the zipper. I can see a bulge. With my hand, I grab his cock and pull it out. It smells clean, and I can't see any pubic hair. I guess he shaved. It is still really soft, so I have to do my best to make it hard. I put my mouth over it and start to play with my tongue. I rotate it, making circles over his cock. It soon works, and I can feel his cock grow. Now I start to suck him for real, my mouth going up and down on his shaft. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder. He is a grower. Both my hands grab his upper legs so I can put some power into my sucking. Up and down. Sometimes I can feel it go deeper, and it hits my throat . With my teeth, I graze his cock and I see him twitch. I take his cock out of my mouth and excuse myself for that. Then I'm back on the job. To make it up to him, I take his cock deep and feel it sliding down my throat. I hear him moan, so I guess he likes it. After some minutes sucking him, I hear the host calling, "Wrap it up." I take his cock out of my mouth and grab the condom. I tear the package and roll the condom over his hard cock. It looks nice and shiny . I look up at his face, and he smiles at me, giving me a wink. "Now, get on those cocks in front of you, slowly , so it won't break. And the other guys, get your hole on one of the dildos," the host shouts. I slowly stand up and place my legs over the guy. There are no armrests on the chair, so it's not a problem at all. Slowly, I sit down, looking face to face in his eyes. I can feel his cock against my sphincter. Fuck, I think, I'm going to ride a guy who I never chatted with. Slowly I press down. His wrapped cock enters me slowly. I'm still tight, but not as tight as I was yesterday morning, thanks to Mark. "Damn, you have a sweet hole, boy," the VIP tells me. Slowly I'll manage to take it all in, my ass resting on his lap, his balls against me. His wrapped cock deep up my hole. I try to relax, but that's not really working. The host starts to talk again, and I turn my head to him. "Okay, listen up. You guys have to ride these cocks and dildos. Each time the music stops , you get your ass one place over to the left. And you start riding again... Bottoms get a point when the condom breaks in your hole. The game continues. When a VIP cums in your hole after the condom broke, you get two points . Your game is over then. You stay on that cock until the whole game ends, no pulling out. The game ends when all VIPs have shot their loads. If a VIP shoots and the condom did not break, you get two points and a special task at the end of all three games. Let the games begin." There I am. A wrapped cock deep up my hole from a guy I never spoke to; I think he's Colombian? Don't know his name or anything, but I need to ride him. What have I gotten myself into... I start to pull myself up slowly, and I can feel his cock slowly sliding out. My hole is still getting used to it, but it seems to remember the feeling. I get horny instantly and start to feel empty when his cock slides out of my hole. Slowly, I push myself down again, and I can feel his cock filling me up once more . It feels so good... I can feel all of him, and I love the idea of having a big Colombian cock. I start to ride him. I hear him moan softly, but he keeps eye contact. His cock touches my prostate, so I am getting hard too. Then, the music stops. It's a bit of a bummer when I stand up and feel his cock pulling out of my hole. But there is some relief too. The condom is still on it and is not cracked. I take one place to the left, on the dildo. I set myself on it and push. It's hard to get it inside at first, but soon I can feel it up my hole. The dildo is still wet from the first guy , but there is nothing I can do about that. I am riding a sort of lubed-up dildo, lube made of anal fluid. I look to my left to see from which guy this anal fluid is. It's a 30-year-old guy, bigger than me, and he seems to be riding the VIP's cock hard up and down. I can feel the dildo clearly; it has a sort of bulge on the sides. So my hole gets deeply massaged. It works on the walls of my hole, massaging , breaking , and keeping fluid behind on the dildo for the next guy that rides it. So basically, I'm now mixing my ass fluid with someone else's... Again, the music stops, and I go one place to the left. I climb over a skinny 50-year-old man and start to ride him. His cock is not too big and not too small; my hole reacts too . His cock feels way better than the ride on the dildo. It's softer, warmer, and it's the real deal. So much better that you actually want to go for it, so that the condom breaks, the VIP squirts in you, and you can stay on it, so you don't have to take a seat on a dildo anymore. I hear that this same thought is not only in my mind; I hear some other bottoms going up and down real hard; they moan loud . They have the same idea, to let the VIP cum in their holes so they can keep that cock in them instead of the dildo. And again, the music shuts down and its time to switch. Back on the dildo. I push myself down once, and then the music stops again, so back on a VIP's cock then. I can't make sense of the timing of the music. One time it lasts long, the other time short. With this, no VIP or bottom knows how long they have, to make a condom break or a load gets shot up the hole. I set myself to a bit heavier VIP. He has a round belly. The red shirt has been pulled up just a bit. His big breasts and nipples are clearly visible. A big dark beard grows on his chin, and he has curly hair. I lower myself again while the guy grins. Is he into me? He starts to slowly push up deeper into me when I push myself down. The host sees it, but he does not intervene. Some other VIPs see this and start to do the same. I guess it's allowed. With this, the speed goes up. I can hear someone banging real fast. I look over my back and see someone holding onto chains from the ceiling, pumping up and down. It is Kayode… He pulls himself up from the chains and then just drops real fast. Every time, you can hear a loud smack. He's going wild on the VIP. Kayode looks like a sort of Tarzan . Hanging there, his arms veined from holding himself up. His dark-skinned ass is wrapped around a big white cock. I can see his VIP grin, and I groan to him, "Break it, break it, let me take your black ass bare." It seems Kayode is doing his best to do so. My VIP groans to me, "Are you letting him get all the points?" while he pounds his cock back into me. I lose my breath for a moment when he thrusts into me. "Fuck," I think, "that's true, the points..." The music stops again, and I get off the cock. The condom is still intact. I hear the host yell, "One point to them! Kayode broke the VIP's condom." He smiles with satisfaction as he removes the broken condom from the VIP's cock. He walks over to the dildo and pushes himself against it. I'm doing the same. Damn . That guy can fuck. While riding the dildo, another condom breaks. After a few minutes , I have to take a seat on a VIP's cock again. I lower myself and push deep. I guess I have to get some points too. Though this one has a really fat cock. It's hard for me; my hole can't really take it; I am too tight . So, I turn myself around with my back to the VIP and try to take a seat like this. Now I see all the bottoms and VIPs . Some are going harder and faster than others . Some seem to be a bit careful. I can see Kayode hanging on the chains again, doing the same trick on another VIP. It seems to work. I see shreds of a condom hanging from his ass. He broke one again. I push myself down hard . A bit in pain; his cock is so fat, and my hole is a bit too tight for him. But I have to; I have to if I want some points. And then... I feel it. I feel the condom break deep in my hole. It's burst; I can feel his cock pushing through the condom, deeper, bare in my hole. I give a small moan. The VIP has noticed it too and slaps my ass softly, as confirmation of what just happened. I stay put, my eyes wide . Fuck . I am caught up in the game. I have a stranger's bare cock in my hole now, not knowing anything about the guy, not his name, not his age, not his health check , but I still have his bare cock in my hole now. And... I like the feeling. I never thought I would be one of those guys who gives his ass to strangers. And now, in this game... now I'm doing that thing I always disapproved of ... and I like it. I keep riding the top. His bare cock tickles my tight hole, pushing the right spots. I even get hard myself. So, I start to ride him, from fast to slow and back to fast. I can hear he likes it. I'm not sure who I am pleasing more, him or me? But it seems more tops are getting satisfied now. The music stops. Damn , a bit disappointed. I stand up, and I hear the host: "Good guys... three more condoms broke." I get one point, and my smartwatch lights up and counts one. It seems to tally the points in this game. I watch Kayode; he too has one point now , a total of two. One other guy gets a point too. I lower myself onto a chair with a dildo again. This time , nothing happens, so when the music stops, I'll get myself to a top again. This one has no condom anymore, so I can't get 1 point with this guy; only when he cums inside me will I get some points, but the game will be done for me then. Should I try? It is a Chinese-looking guy. I take his cock and see he has a piercing in it. Ohhh damn, that looks rough and hot. It glitters in the dim light, and I can see anal fluid from the other bottoms hanging on it, mixed with, I guess, pre-cum. I have never seen this before. I know it exists, but I have never in my life seen it in real life ... and now... I need to ride it. I push my sphincter against his metal cock ring. It feels a bit cold and wet. It makes my sphincter tighten up. Then, slowly, I let myself lower onto it. My sphincter gives way; I had too many cocks and dildos at this moment, so it really breaks in easily. I lower myself, and I can feel the metal going deeper and deeper into my hole. It feels a bit cold, but fuck... this feels so damn good. I start to ride him. His cock and piercing are hitting my prostate. I want him. I begin to ride him hard. I can hear my ass hitting against his upper legs. I lose myself in it, barely hearing the other guys moan. I can feel his cock swelling inside me. Pre-cumming, I guess. My own cock starts to pre-cum too. A wet spot is clearly visible in my tight jockstrap. I bend to him, my face close to his, and then I start to kiss him while riding him. I'm kissing a stranger. I feel his tongue. He has a tongue piercing too. We keep on kissing, and with my tongue, I play with his tongue piercing. I can feel he clearly likes it. He starts pushing his hips and cock into me. Oh, he feels so good. Then, someone taps on my shoulder. It is another bottom . My turn... the music stopped; did you not hear it? I look around in amazement. I don't hear any music. I missed it stopping. A few VIPs are panting. Several bottoms have already gotten off. A little disappointed, I get off the VIP's dick. His cock is wet and throbbing and way harder than a few minutes ago. The other bottom quickly takes a seat and starts riding him deep. I drift off to my spot. Again, the dildo. I see that this one is also getting wetter and slimier. There is more and more of a mix of pre-cum, anal fluid, and small remnants of lube on it. I take a seat and press myself with my ass onto the dildo again. How much pre-cum will be on this? Were all the bottoms clean, or did a few still have cum in their asses, which is now mixed with this? Who knows. The thought alone makes me shudder and also makes me horny again. The risks shoot through my head. Surely no one with a sexually transmitted disease is among them? No way... while I have the dildo deep inside me, I feel panic rising for a moment, but this quickly ebbs away again. No, I think. I had to submit a health check before I came when booking. Everyone must have had to do this. So this is probably fine. And what are the chances that someone slips through and I meet that guy? No... the hotel can't afford that. They've been organizing this for years. And as I stand now, I'll just enjoy it. Because I didn't know that this hotel stimulates so much sex to give us an unforgettable vacation. I start to ride the dildo harder and harder and hear the VIP panting hard next to me. He looks at me, grabs the bottom , pulls him down towards him, and thrusts deeply. He groans, jerks, pants... I'm coming, I'm coming. The bottom screams it out, points ... I score points... ohhhhhhhmmmmm. The balls of the VIP contract and I see his cock pulsate in the bottom's ass. "We have a cummer!" the host shouts loudly. "The first one... that's 2 points..." The bottom stops and stays on the VIP. He kisses the VIP on his neck and thanks him . The bottom then turns to me while I'm still on the dildo. "You too, thanks," he says. "You did the groundwork. If the music had kept going, you would have had these points." He grins at me and then turns back to the VIP . They start talking softly about general daily things while he keeps the VIP's cock in him as the rules of the game dictate. The music stops again and I go to the next top. Again bare in my ass , but not nearly as hard and stiff. I'm not going to win this one. A little later, I hear two more VIPs panting and loud noises from balls slapping against some asses. Another two VIPs filled up a hole. The host applauds. "Great," he says loudly. "You guys came at the same time. That's 2 points for each. And also a point to our black beauty, Kayode. He broke another condom. That's 1 point for him." The VIPs who have cum, lift their bottoms , with their cocks still in them, and take a seat outside the circle. You can hear the bottoms groan a little as they sit down again because the cocks are thrusting deep back into them. They keep riding their VIPs softly to keep them hard. The empty chairs are removed; the circle gets smaller. Three VIPs, of which one still has a condom, and six dildos. Nine of us. I sit down on a dildo again. "Fuck," I think. "I only have 1 point. I have to earn more points." A little later, another VIP shoots his load in a bottom . Now it's that VIP with that thick pole. He also grabs his bottom and walks out of the circle with his dick still in his ass. The bottom's legs are clamped around his waist. That ass isn't going anywhere, I think to myself. It's so vacuumed that his dick and cum will never slide out. Only two VIPs and eight bottoms . The help puts the chairs together. This way all bottoms can look at each other while riding a cock or dildo. The two tops sit opposite each other. Because of the many chairs with dildos and few tops, I now have to sit on a dildo again. There is also a dildo in the chair next to me, and then another VIP. The VIP with the condom. What turns out... it is the Colombian guy I started with. He briefly looks at me. Another bottom sits on him roughly , trying to break his condom. But... it doesn't break. I watch Kayode, my new friend, so to speak, whom I met at this game, sitting on a VIP. I can see everything clearly. He grabs the chains again that hang down from the ceiling to push himself up and down. He goes wild and so fast. Sweat drips down his beautiful black body. His muscles are clearly visible. His arms, with which he pulls up his own weight and then slams down hard again, are swollen. Veins are clearly visible here; veins in which his strength, horniness, and desire flow . His rasta hair blows wildly up and down. It dances on his head and in front of his face from his shocking movements. I must have these points, he pants to himself. It is a kind of wild African fantasy that I see arranged for me, and I start to pre-cum like crazy. I watch him; I clearly see his jock strap soaked by his own pre-cum, dripping from his jock strap against the chest of the VIP. The VIP notices this too and can't hold it in any longer. He starts to pant heavily. Kayode falls hard on him so that the VIP's cock shoots deep inside his hole. His eyes grow wide, and I see the VIP shake. Another load in an ass...the host calls...while I see his smartwatch light up and points are added. The VIP leaves the circle, together with Kayode, who still has the VIP dick in him and his legs tight around the VIP's hips. One VIP, the rest dildos. But then I hear the host again. We're going to do it differently; a few assistants walk to the dildos, take them off, and sit in chairs themselves . They all have their dicks hard, with a condom wrapped over them and yellow shirts on. All the people who are here now have a condom on, including the one VIP that's left. Only the VIP's condom is wet and shiny from all the asses. "These don't count for points in the game," says the host, "but you probably don't mind this, and it's better than the dildos. And don't worry," says the host. "They all got a pill of Viagra. So even if an assistant squirts, the next one can just sit on him again. Ready? Take a seat." I have an assistant in front of me. A narrow, somewhat smaller dick. I guess he's also about 18 or 19 years old. His head is a bit red. Shy ? "My first time as a top," he says to me. I see one bottom grabbing the dick of an assistant. If they don't count for points...then it probably won't be a problem if I take it off. With one movement , he rolls the condom off the assistant and takes his place . His bare cock shoots up his hole. "Mmmmm," he pants. "Much better this way." The host responds, "That is certainly allowed with the helpers. This shows some appreciation for their good work. But ...once bare , we don't put a new condom on, not even when the music stops." I see a few other bottoms do the same, but not all of them. Only with the VIP is it not allowed to do this. He is still in the game. I look at my helper, also inexperienced and around my age. What the hell. I grab his dick and roll off his condom too. If this is his first time as a top, I want to give him a good experience, like my first bottom experience I had with Mark yesterday. I quickly place myself over him and lower myself. My sphincter is used to taking cock after all these rounds and quickly adjusts. His bare cock is inside me. I grab the chains above me, as I have seen before , and start to pull myself up and then lower myself again. The helper pants it out. "Dammmmm. Dammmmm. This is nice. Fuckkkk your ass; I am in you...ahhhh fuck this is so good. I never knew..." he pants it out. I can see myself in his reaction. Exactly like my reaction with Mark. A world that opens up; literally, something that opens up. My hole. I ride him hard and bare. I let the helper enjoy, from which I can enjoy myself -seeing someone have so much fun from my body, from my ass and hole. I want to give him more and pull myself up faster and faster on the chains, after which I let myself fall down over his bare cock. I see beads of sweat forming around his neck and forehead from pleasure and heat. I want to taste it and bend over. With my tongue, I lick his sweat. It tastes salty, fresh, like a first-time topping. The music keeps playing. I want to give him his first and best experience with my ass. With my sphincter, I start to milk him. I contract it while he is inside me. It has an effect because the assistant reacts. Ohhh, fuckkk. Your ass, it's tight; it contracts over my dick. Fuckkkk . Mmmmm. I push myself hard back onto his lap, and then... panting, soft screaming, groaning. Fuckkkkkkk . Dammmmm ... mmmmm... His cock throbs and slams into my ass. I feel my hole getting wet, warm, sticky... The helper starts to squirt inside me... I look shocked, my eyes wide. My ass stays deep on him. It's like his squirting, awakes me from ecstasy... he... he... squirts my ass full. This unknown helper. What have I done? At the same time, it also awakens a feeling of humility and sluttiness in me. Something I may have always wanted. My ass like a kind of cum dump. The helper stops squirting, his pole still in me. That was... fucking nice, and he kisses me on the mouth. Thanks . The host responds. We have a cummer , but unfortunately, this does not count for the points. But ... this does show appreciation. The music stops again. Slowly, I let his cock slide out of my ass. His cum runs out like a slimy thread and partly falls on the ground. My hole is wet from him, but not all... some stays in me. Forever. I look at the VIP . The bottom comes off and see with joy that the condom has not broken yet. He is very hard, though; his head is red. He is close to coming too. I walk up to him and look deep into his eyes. I see horniness, dominance. I stand over him and lower myself. My ass is still full of cum. I lower myself, and his cock goes into my ass. His condom is extra lubricated with the helper's seed. He quickly thrusts in and grins at me. "I've been waiting for you; I want to come in your ass." I start riding him again, and the VIP starts thrusting along, deep inside me. Deeper than before. I feel him, his fuck drive, his dominance, and I, as his slut. He thrusts hard, and I follow the rhythm. The helper's seed, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with his pole, his seed massaging into me. He seems to want to break the condom because he starts fucking rougher and rougher. I need points, I think to myself, and then start riding harder and harder on his lap. The VIP starts panting harder and harder, sweat on his face and neck, his red shirt getting wet. I grab his shirt and feel his chest, his nipples prickling underneath. I feel and see a nipple piercing through his wet shirt and rub it, but I am not allowed to throw off his shirt to admire it according to the rules. Then, suddenly, he starts panting hard, thrusting, and I feel his pole swell as he starts to squirt. Fuckkkkk . I was waiting for this ass, this nice tight ass, he pants. His pole deep in me, and I remain stiff. I feel every move he makes. Fuck ... fuck, I think; he came in my ass. Another stranger... but a damn hot stranger he is, this Colombian . That's points again, the host calls... this was the last VIP. "Let 's see, stand up, bottom." I look at the host in shock and slowly stand up. Inch by inch, I feel his pole coming out of me, and then, plop. He pops out of my ass. Does he still have the condom on? Did it tear? Did I get the cum deep inside me? I don't know. The host sees it and laughs. "Congratulations !!! That 's 2 points... and a special role at the end of the 3 games." Everyone claps. The VIP looks a bit disappointed; he would have preferred to squirt bare inside me. "All bottoms, please come with me; we're going back to the locker room so the next game can be set up, and you can prepare yourselves."

Andy is a boy that just turned 18. He came from a very conservative Asian family and was not able to fully embrace the part of himself that was gay. He is extremely naïve to how the real world works due to his sheltered upbringing. He is also prone to thinking everyone is as honest as he was raised to be. He had started college and was for the first time in his life away from his controlling family and able to embrace his homosexual side. All someone had to do was look at the Asian twink to know he was a natural bottom gay. He is just the last to know. Andy created a profile on a hookup site believing it to be a regular social media for connecting with other gay students. His profile was simple. A good Christian boy looking for other nice guys to network. First time away from home so looking a group of my own. I’m a complete virgin and waiting for Mr. Right. The profile went on but basically he was screaming naïve boy who is far too trusting needs what is coming to him. Plenty of guys messaged the teen up and almost all of them started with crude language that turned Andy off right away. Enter Quinn – a college jock in his senior year of college. Quinn was an alpha male that loved turning out younger guys, especially the innocent ones. The innocent ones made his dick bounce. Quinn was just smoking a bowl of tina, browsing through the site when he came across Andy’s profile. Q: oh wow, look at this little sheep. I can smell the innocence on this one. Quinn was experienced at talking to sweet young things like Andy. He messaged a nice cordial DM and the ball was rolling. Andy received Quinn’s message. It was a nice change from all the smut he was getting from the other guys on the site. The seeds were planted and Andy never had a chance. They messaged back and forth for a few weeks and Andy felt extremely comfortable with Quinn now. When they finally started talking about sex it was calmly and meticulously planned out. Andy had admitted that though he was as virgin, he wanted to explore some stuff. With the right guy. Oh Quinn innocently responded with I think you’re really special. Andy was eating this shit up and they started talking about meeting up for coffee. They met up a few times socially, usually getting coffee at the local coffee bar. Andy was reassured at every turn that Quinn was just a nice guy through and through. When the conversation returned to sex, Andy was less bashful and started to say he’d like to try some stuff with Quinn but not all the way. He was still saving himself for the man of his dreams. They set up a date where Andy would go over to Quinn’s place and they would chill a bit and see where things went to. Quinn had made sure they had brought up rimming in their earlier conversations. He explained that it made a boy feel amazing without having sex. Andy had agreed to let Quinn try it out on him. Quinn explained about douching so that he would lick a clean ass. Andy agreed. The night of the date had come Andy was extremely nervous. He had made sure to clean out properly and was ready to go. He told himself that he would just see where the date went. No pressure. He walked up to Quinn’s door and rang the doorbell. Quinn answered the door and continued to play the innocent part. He welcomed him into his pad. It was an house that he shared with 2 roommates but he said they were gone for the night. He offered the teen a soda and politely excused himself to the kitchen. Quinn returned with 2 cups with soda. He handed one to Andy, who was nervous and parched. Andy gulped the drink down in an instant. They both laughed nervously. Quinn offered him some more soda and before he received an answer, he was pouring half of his soda into Andy’s cup. Andy drank up and finished his second glass. They spent some time just talking on the couch, just chatting away. About 20 mins into their conversation, Quinn felt like the G had enough time to start its magic. Quinn got close up to Andy and started kissing him. They made out for a while. Quinn could feel the twink getting looser and more relaxed underneath him. He reached down and pulled off Andy’s shirt and then threw off his own. They were chest to chest and the kissing was getting more intense. Andy started showing signs of disorientation and Quinn took the opportunity to help guide him to his bedroom. Andy was a bit wabbly but was excited to branch out and see what happens. When they entered the room, the first thing noticeable was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The queen size bed was to the side and so was the dresser and closet. Everything seemed to be positioned around the sling. A: oh what’s that? Q: oh that’s just a nifty contraption to elevate you while I eat you out. It’s really fun. Quinn slide up behind Andy and started to rub his perky ass. He placed his hand under his underwear and squeezed his cheek with one hand. With his other hand he reached up and grazed Andy’s nipple. Just a soft touch to make him take a deep breath. He starts to kiss Andy’s neck from behind him. His hands make their way to the front of Andy’s pants. He undoes the button and zipper and the pants slide down. Meanwhile, Quinn’s kisses have moved upward and he is now nibbling on his earlobe. Andy is overwhelmed with all these new sensations that he didn’t even realize his pants were down until Quinn had him step out of them completely. Andy started to feel a bit vulnerable. Sensing this, Quinn also took off his pants, getting down to his boxers. He reaches forward and turns Andy around so he can grind his dick into the boy’s ass. Andy’s breathing is getting louder. Quinn notices his unstable wobbling in place and suggests Andy try out the sling. With the G clouding his mind, he just lets Quinn guide him into the sling. Andy is laying in it like he had done it a million times. Q: ok lets lose these. Quinn reaches forward and grabs the twinks underwear and pulls them up and over his legs. Q: Can you feel the a slight breeze on your butt now? A: yeah, I can. It feels pretty good. Q: oh that aight nothing yet. Quinn starts tying restraints to his ankles. A: what are you doing? Q: oh this is because it’s gonna feel so good that your legs are going to squirm about and rock the whole thing. This helps with keeping them in place. A: ah, ok… guess that makes sense. Quinn walked up to the other side and pulled his left arm up and tied it up. He walked over to the right A: why are you doing my arms? Q: oh this is so you have something to hold on to. See, your wrists are tied loosely so you can pull them out whenever you want. He secures the right arm. He walks over to his dresser, turns on some mood setting music, and pulls out a wooden box and walks back over to the sling. He places the box down on the floor. Q: okay, are you ready to feel my tongue in your ass? A: yeah, im ready. Quinn approaches Andy’s hole and softly licks the opening. The boy makes a slight moan. Quinn dives in and starts to open the boy up. He has the Asian twink moaning. He is fucking the hole with his tongue; getting it all wet. Q: I’m going to try using my finger, okay? A: ah, okay… Quinn gets to his knees and opens the wooden box and reaches for a bottle of lube. He places a small amount on his finger and pushes half his finger into the boy. Andy makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Quinn pulls the finger out and places another small amount of lube on his finger before pushing it back into the hole. This time he got the whole finger to go in. He pulls the finger out and opens a small baggie of powder, dips his finger in it and pushes it back into the boy. A: oh no, it burns a little Q: that’s okay, it’s supposed to for a bit. It will pass. Quinn repeated the dip and pushed the finger in all the way. A: is it supposed to keep burning? Q: it will stop burning in a minute. Just wait it out. Quinn pull the single finger out and replaced it with 2 fingers. Pushing them in made the boy moan. Q: okay now, time to start the fun. Quinn went back to rimming the boy. Andy felt amazing the burning had stopped and his ass was feeling great. It was sending tingles all over his body. He was so lost in tingles that he never heard the sound of Quinn’s closet opening. His eyes were shut (in what he thought was bliss) and didn’t see 2 shadows come out, one on each side of him. It was a complete shock to him to feel the restraints on his wrists were being tightened. He opens his eyes and sees 2 other gorgeous jocks just like Quinn on each side of him. He tried to pull his arms out but to no avail. A: what’s going on? Who are these guys? Why cant I get out? Quinn stands up and stares at Andy with eyes of lust. Q: oh these are my roommates. We do everything together. We corrupt nice boys like yourself together. We parTy together A: party? What do you mean like cake? Q: Drug fueled sex parties. A: I thought you said you never did drugs. You said no sex. Just rimming. Andy struggles to try to free himself but gives up after a few minutes. Q: just relax and enjoy. I know we are gonna enjoy ourselves. You might as well enjoy it too. In fact, I’m sure you are gonna love it. Quinn reaches down into his wooden box and opens a baggie with big rocks of tina. He picks out 2 good sized shards and placed them at the boy’s hole. He bends down and spits on the hole and pushes the big one into the teen. A: ahh, it burns. Stop it. Please. I don’t do drugs Q: well that is a shame because drugs love to do you. With that comment, he pushed the second shard in and holds his fingers in place to let it absorb. Q: and another one for good measure. Quinn reaches down and pulls out another shard and pushes it in the hole. Again he holds it in place. Once he hears the teens pleas turn into moans, he starts finger fucking him. Q: okay boys, time to drop ‘em and start playing. The 2 other jocks throw their clothes off. Both are already hard with their dicks pointing up at the ceiling. Quinn slides the wooden box over to one of the men. He opens it up and pulls out a pipe and a torch. The pipe is prepacked with a full bulb. He flicks the torch on and bounces the flame off the bottom of the bulb. He blows out a huge cloud right into the teen’s face. He takes another big hit and blows in his face again. Q: okay Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Klein, the man blowing in your face. Klein is packing 8 inches for you tonight. And this other hunk is Ivan. Say hello guys K: hello hole of the night. I: hello future cumslut Klein passed the pipe to Ivan. He repeated the process of blowing clouds right into the teen’s face. They pass the pipe over to Quinn. He walks over to Andy’s side with his head and rips a huge hit, he then bends down, grips the teen’s nose and presses against his lips. The teen opens his mouth and Quinn blows the huge cloud into his mouth. The teen just coughs taking most of the cloud into his lungs. Quinn does it again, this time without holding his nose. The teen instinctually opened his mouth to start kissing. The lungs fill with cloud again, this time he blew out some of the cloud. A: oh my gawd, what is this feeling? Feeling all over? Q: that’s the tina working on you. K: you feel that tingle in your mouth? I: you feel that tingle in your boy hole? A: yes, like a burning but in a good tingle way. K: that means you are starting to fly I: that means you are ready for our dicks Q: that means you’re all ours Quinn pushed his dick to Andy’s mouth. The twink opened up like he was programmed to do it. This was the first blow job he had ever given but he was taking to it nicely. He got the dick nice and slick of spit. He walked around to the boy’s exposed hole. He spit on the hole before lining his dick up to it. Pop, his head slid right in. The boy yelped. He grabbed the teen by the waist and slammed the rest of his 7 inches in one push. The boy cried out. A: nooo, take it out. Please take it out. It hurts Q: oh no I’m sorry let me take it out if it hurts. Quinn pulled out almost all the way leaving just his head. He waited for him to stop clinching so hard and then slammed it right back in to the hilt. A: ahhh, nooo, please. Gawd please. It’s too big Q: if you think I’m too big, then you are gonna be shocked by the boys. They both pack 8 inches. Your lucky though, all three of us are pretty much the same thickness. So once you get used to my dick, they should be good to plow you too. Quinn pulled almost out. Boom! Slammed back in. He surprised Andy when he did pull all the way out. He thought it might be the end of his escapades. He was sorely mistaken. Quinn just reached into the wooden box and pulled out the powder and coated his dick. He pushed right back into the teen. A: burns, burns, burns, Ivan pushed his dick into the boy’s mouth. It muffled the cries a bit. Q: get used to it already. There you go. I can feel you relaxing. Maybe now I can fuck. Quinn slammed balls deep and felt less resistance from the hole. He knew it was time. He started to pound out like a jackhammer. Luckily the music he had started earlier was drowning out the cries from Andy. By the time Quinn was ready to shoot his load, the teens cries were turned into moans of a whore. He was begging for more dick, more pounding. Q: I knew I picked well with this one. Quinn pushed as deep as he could into the hole and shot his first load. He pulled out and slapped Andy’s ass, leaving a pink hand print on his porcelain left cheek. Ivan stepped away from Andy’s mouth and goes to the wooden box. He collects 2 more chunks of tina goes to the boy’s hole. He pushes in the first chunk with his finger. He then puts the second one against the hole and pushes it in with his dick. With the new tina added to the cum already in the hole, his dick slid right in. A yelp escaped the boy as he got used to the new length of dick in him. But Klein pushed his dick in the boy’s face. He took it in his mouth and again his noises were muffled. I: oh yeah baby, make me feel it. Damn he’s tight. Definitely was a virgin but once it’s in, it fits like a glove. Ivan grips the tied up legs and uses the leverage to have the boy rock the sling and bounce back on his dick. He just stands there bringing the ass to him. He enjoys that for a long while. Klein pulls his dick out and switches sides. He feeds the teen his dick from the other side of his face. Ivan takes this opportunity to start long dicking the twink. When he was finally ready to blow his load, he kept long dicking him and the cum was shot the length of his ass and then pushed further back and back and back. He pulls out and Klein pulls out of the twink’s mouth. It is Klein’s turn to visit the wooden box. But he reaches for something else. He likes fucking looser holes. He was just gonna take a shortcut. He pulls out a point. He makes a small sized shot ready for the twink. Klein goes over to his arm restraint. The boy is flying high and wasn’t even fazed when his arm was untied. K: ok now boy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Keep your arm still and it wont hurt. He ties off the boy’s arm and pushes the needle in a vein. He draws back, registers, and pushes the liquid in. he unties and pushes the twink’s arm up above his head. The twink starts a coughing fit. As it subsides, the twink’s eyes go black and he is flying super high. Klein even leaves his arm untied. Klein goes to the boy’s hole and sticks his finger into the wet opening. It sucks on his finger. K: perfect Klein lines his dick up and slams it into the boy. The teen squeals in excitement and his small tina dick cums on himself. The third jock shows off his stamina by power fucking the twink for almost an hour. With a few breaks to stop for water. The boy is just limp like a stack of potatoes enjoying the assault on his hole. Andy tries to jerk himself off but is stuck staring off into the unknown. When Klein is ready to shoot his load, he reaches for the boy’s head and pulls him down toward himself. The three jocks stare down at the used twink. Andy stares back but looks like he is staring at a scene behind the men that only he can see. Quinn pushes a medium sized butt plug into the boy. A: am I done? Q: done? Don’t you want more dick? You cumwhore. A: yes I want dick. I want all your cum. … bu K: Good because we not done yet. you just got a baby shot. The three jocks share a good laugh and walk away from the twink in the sling. I: lets go get something from the kitchen. We need to eat something if we are gonna go all night. K: fuck eating, I need more water. They just leave the boy in the sling behind like an afterthought.

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

Some of the guys were a bit nervous I think when we first arrived at Omar’s house, but our host got them all comfortable pretty quickly with friendly welcomes and drinks. With the weather being so warm we stood or sat out in the garden at first, with the older guys distributing themselves to chat to my housemates in smaller groups. There was a lot of laughter, and soon everyone was very relaxed. “I’m so impressed” Harry said to me, when he got me alone for a moment. “You are?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “It’s been less than a year, and yet here you are with nine absolute studs in tow, all converted to the cause.” “I don’t think I can take credit for much of that” I replied, laughing. “It turns out I was living with a bunch of kinky gays all along.” “No” said Harry, “I don’t care what you say. Without you, none of this would be happening. You should be proud.” “I am actually” I said, “but not with myself. I’m proud of these guys, all being able to say who they are and what they want. For that I think we have your generation and those that followed to thank, so you should be proud too.” “That’s one way of looking at it” Harry chuckled, before putting his arm around me. In the list of kinks I had sent over to him, I had also said that I wanted to be a 100% cumdump bottom that night. While I was enjoying being a bit more versatile with my housemates, I still felt like my true role was to take men’s cocks and loads, and as many of them as I could get. Harry had responded to say that, as the man bringing a whole army of hunky young studs to the party, I could have whatever I wanted, and that he would be the first to use me unless Omar decided he should get first dibs. As it happened, Omar appeared to be quite taken with Josh, so I suspected that’s where his attention would be at first once we got things underway. We’d been there for about an hour once everyone was sufficiently lubricated with champagne. Omar ushered everyone towards the playroom, and as we entered there were a few utterances of awe from those of my housemates who had never been there. With encouragement from the older men we all shed our clothing, leaving us just in jockstraps or completely naked. “Gentlemen!” proclaimed Omar. “This is a very special night. Aaron, step forward please.” I hesitated, but then walked over to stand next to Omar. “Harry and Sid brought you to us several months ago” he continued, “and we were all left speechless by your stamina, vitality and sheer beauty. Never had such an absolute hunk graced this room before.” Cheers went up from the older men, while some of my housemates whistled or hollered while trying not to crack up laughing. “Yet you, Aaron, went on to outdo yourself by bringing us several of your equally hunky housemates to enjoy” Omar said, “and enjoy them we most certainly did.” More cheers erupted, while Bailey, Tom and the others who had been before went a bit red-faced. “But now, on this night, young Aaron has brought us the whole gang” Omar continued. “Ten of the hottest studs walking this earth, all here tonight, and all pozzed.” The cheers erupted again, with the older men applauding towards me as well as my housemates. “This night is going to be one for the ages” said Omar, “and also, I hope, just the first of many. You’re all welcome here any time, whether alone or together.” “Thanks Omar” I started, before he held up a finger to silence me. “Aaron” he said, “before we get started, there’s something we want to give you in appreciation for all that you’ve done for us, and for your friends here.” With that, Harry and Sid turned around to the cabinet behind them, picked up a couple of boxes, and brought them over to the the coffee table in the middle of the sofa area. “Come over here” Harry said, as he and Sid took a seat on the sofa. I went over and sat down between them, with Omar joining us on one of the armchairs and everyone else crowding round. Harry and Sid opened the boxes, with Harry removing one large flat blue box from inside his, whereas Sid took out two smaller but similar boxes as well as two cube-shaped ones. They put it all out on the table, and then sat back. I hesitantly leaned forward and opened the largest box, my mouth dropping open. I then opened the other four. “What the fuck” I whispered. “You like?” Omar asked, to which I nodded. In front of me was an absolutely giant silver chain, at least 40mm wide and crazily thick. There were also two matching bracelets in the smaller boxes, and then the cube boxes contained a pair of matching massive plain silver band rings. As I lifted each item up, I could see the underside of the clasps for the chains as well as the inside surfaces of the rings had been engraved with a stylised biohazard symbol. “This is too much” I said, staring transfixed at the jewellery in front of me. “Au contraire” said Sid. “It feels like the least we could do.” They helped me to remove my existing chains, and then put on all the new stuff. It all felt so heavy yet awesome, and I sprung a hard-on as I felt myself weighed down with it. I stood up and turned in a circle so everyone could see, and then went over to the mirror on the wall to take a look for myself. “Wow” I said. “I mean, thank you!” I walked back over to the sofas, blushing a little as I felt all eyes on me. “You look fucking awesome mate” said Tom, grinning at me. “I’m jealous” said Sam, also smiling. I reached down for my original chain and bracelets, and then turned to where Bailey was standing. I walked over to him, and then handed the two bracelets to Marcus who was standing next to him. I then undid the chain, and gently placed it round my boyfriend’s neck and clasped it at the back. I followed suit with the bracelets, lifting each of his wrists in turn to put one on. “Fucking hot” I whispered to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “Yeah” I said, before walking him over to the mirror. He stood and looked at his reflection for a moment, before I put my arm over his shoulder. “Yours now” I whispered into his ear. “That’s too much…” he began. “I love you” I said. “Nothing is too much.” We turned to face each other and melted into a kiss, almost like we didn’t have a roomful of men watching us, before separating and looking into each other’s eyes. “I love you too” said Bailey. “Alright lovebirds!” Sean shouted. “I thought we were here to fuck!” Everyone laughed, but it also broke the ice and allowed things to move on. Omar handed out the list of kinks and requests that Harry had put together, and then men began to pair or group up to get the sex started. Omar did indeed make a beeline for Josh, and our host was soon rimming him like crazy as he prepared to fuck him over a barrel. Sean, meanwhile, was bent over an adjacent barrel receiving a similar treatment from another of the older guys, who got him ready to take his first ever breeding from a non-housemate. Tom was chained to the St Andrew’s Cross again by two of the guys who then began to alternate fucking his eager hole, while Marcus was bent over against the wall next to his boyfriend and unceremoniously ploughed into. Sam and Tony, as they had requested, were taken to the pair of fuckbenches and tightly strapped in, with the pieces of apparatus positioned so they were at an angle to each other, allowing the boyfriends to see each other fully. Once secured, the two older men slowly began to enact the fantasy, starting by rubbing the studs with whips and paddles, before the first light blows signalled the start of the beatings. They never got too harsh, just giving enough force to their swats to have Sam and Tony groaning in lustful pain. They would only get a break when the men decided to fuck them, before the beatings would begin again. One of the older men had got himself down on all fours on the mat and soon had Leroy ploughing into him, while Hugh also got down on all fours so he could be fucked by another of Omar’s friends. Bailey and I, meanwhile, had been encouraged to bend over the back of a sofa. After the briefest of foreplay, we were impaled by Sid and Harry respectively, with me marvelling at how the giant new chain I was wearing felt as it swayed back and forth with each thrust of my body. I loved having Harry’s familiar cock back inside me after what had felt far too long, and happily settled in to a nice long fuck with him until he erupted inside of me. Sid had not yet blown, and whipped himself out of Bailey to take over in my hole, eliciting more moans of pleasure from me. Bailey, however, was encouraged off the sofa next to me by Harry, who walked him over to the unoccupied sling. Bailey lay back and put his ankles into the hoops, before Harry went over to the cabinet to get some supplies. “You’re taking a fist tonight I hear” he said, once he had returned. “I’d like to try” said Bailey, sounding a little nervous. “Well, we’ll need to get you warmed up for that” said Harry, “so I’m going to start by using some toys on you to get you stretched out.” “OK” said Bailey. “It might take a while” Harry said, plonking an ashtray down on Bailey’s chest, followed by a pocket of cigarettes, a lighter and some poppers that he slid into the sling next to his thighs. “OK” Bailey said again. “I’ll get you started, but others will take over” Harry continued. “Well fuck you a bit in between the toys to loosen you up, and then see how you do with the real deal.” “Cool” said Bailey, forming a weak smile. Thus it was that, as I settled in for a night of having a cock inside me nearly constantly, my boyfriend began his journey towards being able to accommodate much more. It was fucking hot to watch a succession of men use their fingers, cocks and an increasingly long and girthy range of toys to open him up, but it was Omar who finally took the plunge. With his hand and arm covered in sticky lube, and Bailey huffing poppers like crazy, the entry was slow but steady. Bailey was groaning like crazy as Omar’s fist stretched him wider and wider, and then he loudly yelped as it finally popped inside. Thereafter he seemed to have an easier time of it as Omar slowly reached deeper and deeper into him, and indeed he began to moan in pleasure so much that he made me wonder if it was something I might want to try someday too. Elsewhere in the room, the only constants were Tom being chained to the cross and getting fucked by anyone who fancied it, and pairs of guys taking it in turn to flog and fuck Sam and Tony. Oh, and of course me being impaled on a cock, in whatever position and location either I or the top chose. The rest of my housemates were flitting between top and bottom roles, happily fucking or being fucked by all of Omar’s friends. Chain-fucks, double-fucks, spit-roasts and of course all one-on-one positions you could think of were taking place, with everyone completely liberated, horny as hell, and eager to have as much fun as they could. Pauses were taken to smoke, drink and watch the other activities going on, but no-one was ever not fucking for very long. Sam, Tony and Bailey asked for a break from their kinks eventually. The two well-flogged guys took the opportunity to fuck a couple of Omar’s friends, before they had to be helped to apply some lotion to their backsides to ease their discomfort. With such sore backsides they struggled to be comfortable in quite a few positions, with Sam eventually deciding the sling was going to be his for the night so he could be fucked or have guys climb up on him to take a ride without any issues. Tony changed things up a bit more, bending over Sam or a sofa if he wanted to bottom, or just standing up straight to fuck other guys bent over in front of him when he was topping. They were happy though, and I did not doubt that they’d be enjoying some more of that treatment again in the future. Bailey came and lay down next to me, also feeling tender but very satisfied. He got in position to be able to suck my cock as the latest man fucked me, and then after I’d spurted in his mouth he got up on his knees next to me so we could have a deep kiss and share my cum. Sid took this opportunity to slide into Bailey, resuming their earlier fuck and actually breeding him this time. Tom was moved around the room a few times, but as with his first visit here, he remained chained up and impaled on at least one cock at all times. Whatever it was for him about being secured like that, I knew there probably was no limit to the number of cocks he could and would take in that situation. It did make me wonder if we could ever find a way to get him to three figures in one night, an achievement that I suspected would only be limited by the availability of men willing and able to fuck him. Everyone else, meanwhile, just continued to have whatever fun they felt like at any given moment, and as I knelt there on the sofa taking cock after cock, I felt my heart swell in glee watching my housemates be so unbridled and free. —————— EPILOGUE Having done my best to dry him off with a towel, I opened the door of the boot room to let Rusty run off into the house, before starting to peel off my own wet clothes and wellies. I had known rain was forecast, but that downpour had been something else and I was soaked to the skin. Throwing what I could into the washing machine and then hanging out my jacket on the radiator, I padded into the house in just my trunks, intent on having a warm shower. The dog and I had been forced to take shelter in the bandstand for quite a while as lightning snaked across the sky, and only when that part of the storm had passed did I feel safe enough venturing back out to make a dash for home. Still, I was late, and while I knew Bailey was also going to be a while yet too after his train back from Manchester had been cancelled, I was a bit annoyed at not having been here for the start of proceedings. I could hear from the sounds coming up from the basement that events were already underway, so I was eager to get downstairs. Rather than trekking to the far end of the building to my and Bailey’s apartment, I went into the downstairs guest bathroom and took a quick warming shower there, making only a cursory attempt to dry myself before I went back out into the hallway and down the stairs to join everyone else. All of Omar’s old equipment was still going strong, although we had added to the collection over the years. We had also formally re-named one piece as the St Tom’s Cross, which seemed fitting given how much of the last two decades the hunk had spent chained to it. The re-naming was, however, done only when he finally got his century. That had been a long weekend, and he suffered for it for several days after, but it was a real achievement and needed recognition. Sam and Tony had expanded their options for the S&M they so enjoyed, and we now had virtually the whole of the Hankey collection to satisfy Bailey’s need to occasionally take something obnoxiously big inside him. There was also a large glass display cabinet filled with colossal silver and steel chains as everyone had got into blinging up occasionally, with Leroy and Marcus now also owning their own collection like Sam, Tom, Bailey and I did. The house we lived in was, at its core, the same house we had shared at university. The realisation that none of us wanted to leave had dawned early in our third year as we all got ‘reacquainted’ after the summer, and over the course of that year we had worked up a plan to be able to stay. We all focused our job-hunting in the city, and had done surprisingly well given many of our chosen fields were perhaps better centred in London. We carried on renting the place, the agent happy to have tenants that looked after the place, and then when we were able we made an offer to buy it outright. It took a bit of negotiation, but we reached a deal with the agent, got in place the mortgages we needed, and dipped into family funds to cover the rest. Then, over the years as opportunities arose and our salaries increased, we bought both the neighbouring houses and gradually began to convert the whole thing into a complex of self-contained apartments. One of those houses had a large basement, which we got the necessary permissions to expand even more, and that became our playroom. When Omar’s health finally faded so much that he decided he needed to be in care, we gratefully took on the contents of his playroom while helping him to clear his house and move to the nursing home. Other friends of his gifted us various possessions as they aged, with it being clear they saw us as the new generation that could carry on their legacy. It was an almighty gut punch for me when Sid suddenly got sick and passed away, with Harry so heartbroken that he did not last a whole lot longer. Bailey and I in particular had remained close to them, visiting weekly even when their advancing years brought the sex fun to an end, so their untimely departures hit us hard. I openly wept in the solicitor’s office as I found out they had left their house, their belongings and their sizeable financial wealth to me and me alone, and I vowed then to make good use of it all. Some went into the ongoing works and mortgage repayments on our growing mansion complex, but most I used to help a struggling hostel for homeless poz youth secure its future rent-free. I asked merely that they named the house in honour of my two dearly departed friends. Twenty years on from university, we are all still incredibly fit, healthy and, being modest here, hunky. Everyone takes great care of themselves, although the house-wide month of quitting smoking together had tested our friendships to their very core. We go on and off meds, much to the annoyance of the long-suffering sexual health doctor we all go to see, and of course have had to have the occasional treatment for other things given our sexual proclivities. Bailey and I were the first to marry when we were 26, with the other four couples following suit by the time we were 32. All of these are open marriages of course, both in terms of the fun we all continue to have with each other, as well as with guests who come over or random guys we hook up with elsewhere. Josh and Sean are the most hungry for that kind of fun, with a real thing for bending over against glory holes to take any and all loads. They are particularly fond of one club in town which has two such holes next to each other, meaning they can be side by side rather than having to alternate. The big aspect of our lives now that wasn’t there at university is the gifting. Truly taking on the reins from Omar and his friends, our home is now a safe place for men to come and get what they need, and there sure are plenty of them in this city of frustratingly undetectable tops. Although we’re on and off meds, we coordinate so that there’s always a few of us who are nice and toxic, and sometimes we’re all pretty potent at the same time. We don’t tell the chasers this of course, all keen to have some fun even if a handful of us are shooting blanks, and our success rate is very good either way. We stay in touch with some of those who we’ve converted, but most just let us know the deed is done and are never heard from again, with some not even doing that. Still, we’re all pretty relaxed about it, happy with whatever the chaser feels comfortable with. On that particular afternoon, after I had finally warmed up in a quick hot shower, I headed downstairs wearing just my chains to join in the latest conversion party. It was one of those periods when all ten of us were toxic, and the chaser for today was an 18 year old rugby player in his first year at the university who had been exchanging messages with Sam. When I got down to the basement he was clearly in the sling as everyone was crowded around that, so I paused to grab a leather jockstrap from the drawers of stuff we kept by the bottom of the stairs, and then after putting that on I went over to observe the action. I could immediately see a slightly pale but pretty muscular lad lying back in the sling, his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs attached to the chains, and his head all the way back as he swallowed Tony’s cock. It was a hot scene, particularly with the pace at which Tom was fucking him. But then, he suddenly pulled off Tony’s cock and looked up, causing the bottom to drop out of my stomach. “Hi Uncle Aaron” he said, a big grin forming on his face as he was thrust back and forth. The room froze. I froze. Justin just kept grinning at me, quite manly now but still essentially the little tyke who had caused chaos whenever I went to see my eldest sister. My nephew. My fucking nephew. Impaled on Tom’s cock, tied up in our sling. My fucking nephew. “Holy fuck” I said. “Holy fuck” said Tom. “Holy fucking fuck” said Sam. Silence fell as everyone stared at me and I just stared at Justin. “Uncle Aaron” he eventually said. “Yes?” I asked. “Is it OK if he keeps fucking me?” he said, still grinning. “I’ve got rugby practice in the morning, and I want to get at least two loads from each of you before I have to go.” I gawped at him, and then found myself slowly nodding. Hesitating for a moment, Tom then began to thrust back and forth. I stepped back to catch my breath, unable to stop staring at Justin, and my nephew in turn now had his eyes locked on me. Holy fucking fuck… THE END I’m bringing this to an end here. I hope you enjoyed the journey that Aaron and his hunky housemates went on over that very special year. Maybe there’s a future spin-off somewhere inside me, but for now I think it’s time to tell someone else’s story. See you all again soon for some poztastic fun and frolics.

I picked up some trail running shoes to try and get myself outside more… and stumbled upon a cruise area at Middlesex Fells. This one in particular was at the Lower Sheep Fold Parking Lot, off onto the trail on the first and second hill past the construction. I jogged past what I thought might be a solo cruiser but ignored him, then passed by another one, and got to an area where a where a guy was just hanging with his cock out openly and another dude was jerking within view in the bushes. I very much enjoyed the peep show even though these men weren’t to my taste. I continued my jog then looped back to the area and stumbled into a handsome mid 30’s Latino who grabbed his crotch when he saw me and I knew what to do. I ran right up to him and got on my knees and he shoved his uncut cock in my mouth and pumped my throat full of seed. Now this wasn’t my motivation to buy the shoes or wander here (just exploring), but now I want to know where other cruising outdoor spots there might be around Boston. It’ll probably motivate me to “workout more” hehe.

I do it any chance I get in sex clubs and bathhouses! Nothing like cleaning a cock that’s cum in another guys hole! And then cleaning the hole.

I have been bred many times by men with piercings. I like the feeling. As a loose bottom it feels great to have metal sliding inside of me. Unfortunately not many men are getting it done anymore.

Looking for a dominant top to collar me and use me as their weekend slave while I fulfill my military duties during the week. No drugs, poppers okay. My dominant top would have full control over what goes. Collared, chained, bondage would be ideal. Pimp me out to your friends as I’m just a fucking man whore looking to be used.

Fucked a young 20 something white boy. He was on Sniffies with a sexy pic of his backside and legs. Shorter, more beefy than ripped. He looked blond pale and masculine. Chatted him up but he was flaky about meeting me. So I switched to anonymous Sniffles, shot him a pic of my cock, and just flat out asked: Me:"Hey." Him:" nice cock" Me: " your ass hungry?" Him:"yes it is" Me: "I'd fuck your ass now" Him: "yes please" Me: "Good. I can cum over. Where are you at?" He sent his address. Me:" 20mins. Ill head over now. This anon or what?" Hed never sent a face pic this time. Him:" Message when you park. Anon. you want me ass up, or?" I knew he must be a piggy so I asked him: Me: "wait bare ass up when I walk in. You take a load?" Him: "fuck yes. I took 2 loads" Me: "good boy. I got a fat load to add. " I drove over thinking about the 2 other guys who'd driven over to fuck him. His firm bare ass was up when I walked in to his apartment. Between his crack hung big hairy balls. There was blond peach fuzz hair on his cheeks. I grabbed one cheek and jiggled. His ass was incredibly firm and thick. He jiggled his ass and pulled open his cheeks. His pink pucker looked like it has been stretched open by the previous 2 fuckers. So hot ... Like a show. I didn't see his face but saw the backside of his glasses. His room was geeky, which rubix cube, and anime. That turned me on to know I'd fuck this geeky 20 something. I spent a lot of time rimming his thick and firm ass and tonguing and sucking on his hole. He moaned and whimperes from the rimjob. His dick was thick and I jacked it some while my tongue was flicking at his fuck hole. It was a quick fuck. I shoved my raw dick in and his hole opened up and wrapped its warmth around my shaft. His sphincter knew how to clamp down on cock. I had to keep pulling my bare cock out of his fuck hole to stop myself from prematurely ejaculating. In the end I mounted his ass in squatting doggie style. Asked if he wanted my load up in his ass. He emphatically said yes, so I let load drop. He was moaning even after I pulled out so he must have liked the feeling of my seed in his hole. I told him thank you, pulled my pants back on, and spanked his thick ass one more time on the way out.

Every time I can, I go to Toronto Pride. Used to, I would just sleep at the bathhouse (as well as explore my desires). More recently, I spring for a hotel or stay with friends and go to the baths to do a few of my favorite things and explore new (banned word). This year I was exhausted with very tired leg muscles (like I had been doing squats) This was to-date the longest Motorcycle Ride I had ever undertaken. Though I was on a three wheel Can Am Spyder RT, it is still more of a workout than driving a car. My record with an M2 motorcycle is Virginia to the countryside near Rochester NY. So I went into Pride weekend with aching muscles and a sore ass. The necessity of a hotel means my electronics were safe and the Bike was safe though Toronto is a very safe area compared to most US urban areas. I skipped Steamworks and went to Spa Excess. They have a bar in the Bathouse, and I stopped for some alcohol lubrication for one hole and some anal lube for the other hole. The prices for a tall cider and a bottle of lube was $19.50 Cad which was quite a deal. (FYI, that bathhouse allows for in and out if you rent a room and are from out of town). Anyway, a dollop of lube was enough for initial rectal receptive entry in the Maze, and after that guy shot his load up my ass no further lube was necessary. I received 6 loads from big to small, young to old in my pig hole and shot two up some twink holes. I had noticed a few additions in the maze that reminded my of the Czech Fantasy World Gloryholes so next time I will try them out. I also went by the locations of infamous bathhouse raids and some real rough trade locations such as the old Barn and Stables which now has a different side painting.

So much for "America First" lamo. Couldn't bring herself to honestly and clearly state "other Americans" are going to be hurt... they're simply "not going to be advantaged." Murkowski after selling out the country for self interest: “Do I like this bill? No. But I tried to take care of Alaska’s interests.” " Do I like this bill? No. I tried to take care of Alaska’s interests, but I know that in many parts of the country there are Americans that are not going to be advantaged by this bill. I don’t like that,” she explained. “I don’t like the fact that we moved through an artificial deadline, artificial timelines to produce something to meet a deadline, rather than to actually try to produce the best bill for the country. " [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/lisa-murkowski-stares-down-reporter-211200306.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&segment_id=DY_VTO_CORE_NT&ncid=crm_19908-1475736-20250702-0--A&bt_user_id=0zq5wpODabowPMFg2NYdKMiNgU%2BEeSF55uflkp%2F%2BUgLBvI08WaWZaVUQ2JgthHCg&bt_ts=1751453726860

Since it has now been passed by the House, I wonder what she will say now? She can’t complain when Alaska is hit by the cuts that she didn’t “supposedly” like.

I was visiting an ABS for the first time. I was looking at the selection of toys and one of the clerks stepped over and asked if he could show me anything. I could see his cock printing the fabric of his jeans. I just up and told him, my red face and all, that he could show me that. He told me to follow him and he took me to the stock room and closed the curtains. He pulled his jeans down and told me to have a look I sucked him real good and when I was done swallowing it all he told me to stay put, relax, in a moment the other clerk came back for his turn, I sucked him hard and then he pounded me over a sofa chair. I went back a few times.

Have done that a few times when another bottom is with me.. Its kida hot to see the cock come out of his hole and the cock comes over to my face to clean it

And perhaps this was inevitable. It might be a consequence of man on man sex being more accepted. Or at least we were getting there. Socially our community seems to be picking up more of the historically straight norms. And honestly from a health perspective ATM does many times result in GI problems. But not always.

Yesterday for wet lunch at the park. Needed to release so for lunch I went to the park where I been before and had some good fun. A few cars but no one in them so I parked and waited for a little. I saw two guys walk out of the path and go to their cars. One saw me and looked at me. I waved and he walked over. I lowered my window and he said hello looking for fun? I said i could be. He said good timing it will get busy soon for lunch. I said just want a quick suck if you want. He asked to see so I pulled my pants down. He reached in and stroked me a little and said looks yummy can I come in. I said sure. He got in and I took my pants off as he bent over to suck. He was great as he told me to move the back down. I did he got on his knees in the seat for better access and sucked then fingered me a little. I moaned he stopped to ask if I bottom I said yes. He got up and said lets take a walk. I pulled my pants up and we got out. So as we walked into the woods we walked to a picnic table. He said here is good drop your pants and sit on the table put your feet on the table so I can suck up as I sit here. It was a great position leggs wide on the seat as he sat between my leggs to suck and finger me. I laid on the table as he was having his lunch "Me". Fingered the hell out of me as my cock was hard as a rock and about to blow as my eyes were closed enjoy it. Then I felt a hand on my belly and looked to see a big white guy standing there touching my belly and chest as I was getting sucked. He dropped his pants and stroked his good size cock by my face. I was about to move to suck but I blew a hard load in the guys mouth and just layed there recovering. I got flipped over they grabbed my ass quickly and felt them spreading my ass as one of them started to rim me. The other on push me down on the table and held me as the rimming stopped and heard some spitting. Then felt something hard at my hole and pushed in. My hips were pulled to the edge of the table and felt his cock slide in deep. I tried to move but got held down hard on this dirty table. He pounded for a little then i felt my back and shirt was getting wet. I heard one say fucking rain. It started to rain a little harder as I was getting pounded. He wasn't going to stop. Heard a growl then stopped as he pulled out. I was soaked and trying to get up the other said fuck the rain im fucking that hole. And he did pulled me off the table bent me over rain come down he pumped hard and fast. All of sudden pulled me off the table pushed me on the muddy ground and pulled my ass up as he fucked me all muddy hard. The 1st guy stood there laughing because we were all muddy. Heard him moan and pushed me away in the mud. They both were leaving as I got up to try to clean the rain helped getting the mud off. I got to my car took a blanket out of the trunk to cover my seat as I drove home. I was so dirty when I got home.

The long stare to the reporter is beyond priceless. I look at her like she a complete nut job. You say it a terrible bill…WHY did she vote yes for it!? I really hope Alaskans show her the door when her term is up.

This entire discussion seems quaint, based on where I live. I love to do it and have many times when I travel, but frequently get bottoms at bathhouse here that would not even dream of cleaning there own ass juices off of my cock as well as tops that tell me it is disgusting when I ask to clean them after they pull out. I got lucky on my last bathhouse visit, I bred bottoms visiting from FL and Brazil who both sucked me clean afterward, and several tops let me suck them after they had been on the Floridian and my cummy hole. I'm sure we grossed out at least 80% of the locals that noticed.

I became a total bottom after I started using certain “supplements” to enhance the sex and found I didn’t want a “condom cock( my husband) or cumloads in me without it. My fav position is face down/ass up feeling the anon penis tease my asslips coating with hot precum, the tops spitlube coating my hole as he fingers it in, then the penetration of the dickhead and the erect shift sliding deep with his sac slapping my scrote. The pain and pleasure of a rock hard fully erect penis ramming in and out. His pulling out then ramming his dickhead deep. His breathing increases as he closes in on cumming I tell him “cum in me”. I feel his balls and pube bush against my ass and his pulsating penis as he blows in me. Groaners are the best making animal noise so I know I’m rocking his bod with a major orgasm. When he slowly withdraws his dick I can tell it’s soft but hot cum always runs down my ass and sac. Best if he feeds me so I get to taste my dick.

Yes! The most recent was a couple of weeks ago....I could feel that huge guage rubbing my rectum!

The best PA I was fucked with was large gauge in a 8 inch c dick. He liked to take me on my back legs and ass spread wide. Before he penetrated my hole I’d work his large tits twisting them hard and he’d get a full rock hard erection. I could feel the PA as he’d shoved it through my asslips with his large penis head. Once fully penetrating me I’d continue working his tits hard and the intensity of his fucking would increase with how hard I was working his tits. The frustration was he’d never ejaculate in me even when I begged him too. I think he was afraid to convert me. I was so ready.

As a total bottom my whole life I can say it’s very rare (for me at least) to feel the actual cum getting shot in me. I do feel his cock pulsate and after I feel it sometimes but that is rare as well. The emotional feeling is much stronger. I feel I have served my purpose and that feels great.

I'm getting 1-3 dicks at a time almost daily. They make me feel cheap and worthless, like I have to make it up to their cocks personally. I try my best. It feels great especially now that first few fucks behavior/manners are gone. They come in, do what they want, and leave. I feel so dirty

I came out at 15-16 but was pretty vanilla until I was in my 30s. After breaking up with my first long term boyfriend (6 years) I started to explore kinks. I got into piss (I've told that story here, about the dental hygienist I picked up in the Fens in Boston) and started to talk to people on line (this is mid 90s so early internet) and think about kink. I moved to San Francisco in 1995 and met a great guy there who was very experienced in kink. We dated for 6 months (and are still friends). He was more into pain stuff (as a top) so we never went there (pain is SO not for me). Brad was never able to get his huge paws in my ass (I sometimes have IBS related ass issues which were pretty acute then). He took me to a couple of fisting parties at sex clubs and I learned to fist people as a top. But I was never able to get someone's entire fist in my ass. Then one night the stars aligned while I was in stirrups on a medical exam table. I was probably 31 or 32. It was heaven. Later on I started to get much more into fisting (I also started using drugs). Went to IML in 2004 with my then boyfriend (also a fister)and we had a hanky on our door inviting people into our room that had two slings. I was in one of the slings and a sexy guy came in and started playing with my ass. I was also talking to my boyfriend Charlie while he fisted this tall thin guy. Charlie was very short and he got his arm up to his SHOULDER on that guy. That guy had a greedy, incredibly talented cunt. Anyway, after a few minutes, I said to the guy playing with my hole "are you all the way in?" He laughed and said "I've been all the way in your hole for 15 minutes." I've rarely felt like such a dirty faggot pig. It was amazing.

Fulfilled. The sluttier I’ve been and the more loads I’ve taken the more fulfilled I feel.

Hi. I’m a 23 year old vers top in San Diego who loves fucking bare. From looking around the forum for a few minutes, it seems like I found a good site for me. I’m mostly looking for tops to teach me how to bottom, and bottoms to breed. Feel free to check out my profile and say hi, I enjoy chatting.

I love when a man uses his hands to force his dick down my throat and gags me, it’s his hole/property to use as he see’s fit.

I’m 50/50 vers, not only looking to btm, and I’ve achieved way more than 100 loads on some of my European vacations. You goal will give you days to rest, rejuvenate, and sightsee!

I love that. I also love to eat cummy holes - always makes my dick rock hard!

I honestly have done it a couple of times now. The first time it happened I was a little wierded out but did my job well. The second time I was being told by a really dom daddy to suck his cock and I happily serviced him. I also ate the bottoms pussy in between.

I prefer being naked or a panty or thong on me. I like for the top to get to buisness and just unzip and turn me around and strip me down. I do like the feel of a thong panty being pulled aside. Especially outside. Like at a truck stop or inthe woods. Getting pounded stripped naked between two trucks is awesome. Or a crotchles bosy suit like this one under some up my ass cutoffs and a tanktop.

i've done it but always with guys with similar tastes (no pun intended) count me amongst those who would consider scat a dealbreaker. im less surprised by guys who don't wanna clean a cock off than by guys who don't want their cocks cleaned off. one top even said "ew no it's dirty!" and pulled away when i tried to suck his dick.

Last night a buddy of mine asked if I was up for something different. He had 4-6 tops who would wear a hood so I could not see face I would be the bottom who would take all of them They all wanted it raw and they would cum in me no questions asked sounded like fun so I said sure About 8 I went to his house and naked on bed They came in all with hoods over face could not see them i sucked one while another was deep in my ass In the night I took 7 loads from guys who all i saw was torso and dicks It was hot

Does every gay guy have pig potential? NO. Some guys are still too fixated on looks or dick size or some other hangup to be a true pig.

I have always loved using toys to open up my hole, but my play would go in cycles, sometimes playing a lot with toys and other times not playing very much. About 15 years ago, right after a breakup, I was playing with toys a lot to make up for the loss of getting fucked regularly. I had several toys ranging in size that I would use to stretch and satisfy my hole. These toys had always been enough to satisfy me, but this time, they weren't enough. Over the next few months, I would buy larger and larger toys eventually bottoming out on each of them. Some of them got to be so big that I had trouble gripping them and positioning them to use on myself. So, I thought there must be someone else out there into playing with toys that would want to meet to use toys on each other, so I placed an ad online for someone who was willing to play with toys to stretch each other out. My post was serious and I was just beyond hungry to satisfy my hole. I was also getting fucked during this time, but it wasn't enough. As you'd expect, I got a lot of pointless responses. Finally, I got one response that was very cryptic, which said "Have you considered using other things to open you up?" I responded asking what he had in mind, to which he responded "Fingers and other things." My mind went to fingers, and I thought: yea, well of course I've used fingers and that has been fun so maybe it will be fun having someone else use their fingers. TBH, I was hoping for a connection and mainly still thinking about toys. We met and the guy was about as conservative looking as you would find. Nice looking, but very next door'ish. We started playing. In our first session, we used fingers and toys on each other, but I really enjoyed his energy and we connected very well. He said that he enjoyed using his fingers on me and would love another session. So we met up the following week, during which he got four fingers in and I was loving it. He said you've taken 4 fingers relatively easily, should I just keep going and I said yea sure. He responded well if I keep going then you'd pretty much be taking my fist. I hadn't thought of it that way and tbh wasn't all that turned on by the thought of fisting. It just wasn't on my radar. The seed of fisting had been planted so, being the pig that I am, I now wanted to get fisted. I couldn't take his fist easily because it was more than just taking a fifth finger, it was stretching more widely and my brain was resisting. We met weekly over the next 1.5 months before my finally being able to take his fist and finding a hole new nirvana. I was hooked. Luckily for me, the next guy I met for fisting was someone who organized private fisting parties. So within a few weeks, I was attending parties with 5-6 other men in attendance and feasting on different hands, different sizes, and different techniques, getting deeper into a sport that I love. Before long, I was getting together with guys 1:1 for mutual fisting and eventually getting bred before getting fisted and having tops jerk off inside me.

One of Jake's favorite hobbies was cruising. At malls, parks, bathrooms, you name it. But his absolute favorite was the seedy bathroom at a notorious truck stop, a place where the underbelly of desire and depravity often converged. This grimy oasis catered to the needs of the road-weary and the sexually adventurous, a perfect setting for his gaping cunt. Jake, just a 18-year-old boy the first time he went there, had stumbled into this world of raw, unbridled lust, seeking a release from his innocent existence. He was drawn to the rough, gruff men who frequented the area, and it was here that he first laid eyes on the infamous “Bull,” the undisputed king of the pitstop. Bull was a towering figure at 6’6” with a barrel chest and bulging biceps, his skin a tapestry of ink that spoke of his life's journey through the seedy underbelly of society. His hair was a wild mane, matted and tangled, and his beard was an unkempt jungle, emanating the pungent aroma of sex and bodily fluids. His eyes were piercing, a mix of hunger and amusement that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who met his gaze. His heavy breathing and the sound of his leather vest creaking as he moved only added to his intimidating presence. The smell of piss and ass clung to him like a second skin, a scent that was both terrifying and exhilarating to the young, eager Jake. Bull's cock was a monstrous, uncut beast, thick and veiny, with a gleaming 00g Prince Albert piercing that spoke of his dominance and experience. It was a weapon of pleasure and pain that Jake was about to become intimately acquainted with. Their first encounter was a brutal initiation into the world of hardcore, raw fucking. Bull had seen Jake in the parking lot as he pulled his semitruck in. He recognized the submissive, deviant spark in his eyes and the desperate hunger for a man to claim him immediately. He knew where to find him and walked straight to the bathrooms. When Bull got there, he saw this young, smooth thing standing at the urinals. Jake was pretending like he fit in, when everyone knew why he was there—and that was before they even saw his jockstrap hanging out of his skintight shorts that showed off his ass perfectly. Bull wasted no time, pushing the boy to his knees at the urinal and forcing his head against his thick bulge, the smell of ripe dick cheese and stale sweat overpowering. Jake's eyes looked up, almost begging for more. Bull obliged by whipping out a nearly 10-inch cock, thick, ripe, and incredibly hairy and slapped it across the boy’s face. Jake immediate took the entire thing. Despite his age, he’d had plenty of experience and was almost able to take the entire thing. Bull’s thick overpowering bush almost in Jake’s face. His eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate the massive girth, but he was eager to please, eager to be used. The rest of that night was a blur of painful ecstasy as Bull broke in Jake's tight cunt, leaving him a trembling, gaping mess. Bull had Jake’s head shoved in the piss filled urinal while his ripe cock tore the boys cunt open. Even as other truckers walked in, he never stopped. Luckily for Jake, two others helped Bull spit roast him with each shooting a thick load deep down Jake’s throat just by watching Bull brutally fuck his ass. Jake loved to be used, but this was a whole new level. It was a bond that formed between them, a bond of dominance and submission that would last for years to come. And as they reunited at various truck stops, Bull would always remind Jake of their first meeting, the memory of his first taste of true depravity forever etched into his mind. After a few more brutal breedings, “the weekend” happened. It was a weekend that would forever be etched into Jake's mind as one of the most depraved and exhilarating experiences of his life. It had begun quite unexpectedly. It was a typical Friday evening at the truck stop, with Jake waiting eagerly to satisfy his insatiable cravings for raw, unfiltered manhood. The neon lights flickered over the parking lot, casting an eerie glow on the lineup of rigs, each one a potential playground for his perverted desires. Bull knew immediately that Jake was there that Friday night—the boy’s scent of desperation wafted through the air like a siren's call to the seasoned pig. Approaching the bathroom, he walked In and saw a dirty Latin trucker raping Jake’s holes without mercy. Bull watched and waited as the man dropped his load deep in Jake and left him there on all fours on the filthy bathroom floor. Looking directly at Bull, the trucker started pissing on Jake. Coating him in fresh warm piss. He then went on his way, letting Bull once again claim his boy. Bull slid his dirty cock into the boys leaking pussy. Easily four or five loads in there already and still begging for more. Once he was fully drained, instead of walking out like usual, Bull offered the boy a ride to the next big truck stop along his route. Intrigued and already wet with anticipation, Jake eagerly agreed. Once inside the cabin of the 18-wheeler, Bull wasted no time. He lit up his meth pipe, took a massive hit, then handed it to Jake who did the same. Bull took it back, had another big hit, reaching to his side and grabbing something. He immediately reached over and tore the boy’s piss soaked clothes off, pinning him against the sticky, leather seats. Bull’s hand reached in between Jake’s legs and shoved a nice thick shard deep into his leaking cunt. Jake's heart raced as he felt the weight of the massive man on top of him, his small cock straining against his jockstrap. Bull's grin grew wider as he reached down and ripped the fabric away, exposing Jake's leaking, hungry hole. Bull was licking the sweat and piss from Jake’s young face when he spit all over the boy’s face. "You really thought I’d drop you off at the next stop? You're gonna be my little bitch all weekend, aren't ya?" Bull growled, his breath hot and pungent with the scent of cheap beer and tobacco. Jake nodded excitedly, his voice a high-pitched whine of excitement. He had dreamed of this moment, of being used and abused by the legendary Bull for longer than their brief seedy encounters. He was more than ready to submit to whatever the pig had in store for him. Their journey began with another brutal fucking, Bull's thick, pierced dick plowing into Jake's still gaped ass without a single ounce of mercy right there in the front for others to see. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cabin as Jake's body was used as nothing more than a receptacle for Bull's lust. The mingling scents of sweat, cum, piss, and meth grew stronger as the night progressed, the chemical haze in the air only heightening the intensity of the scene. Bull was in no hurry. He had plenty of time to get to his destination, and even more time to break in the fresh meat he had acquired. Each time they pulled over at a rest stop or deserted stretch of road, Bull would force Jake to perform unspeakable acts of depravity. He'd make him suck his cock clean, lick the crust of cum and sweat from his balls, suck on his ripe pits and feet, and even service other seedy truckers who were curious about the commotion. Jake's moans grew louder as the weekend went on, his voice hoarse from screaming and begging for more. Bull's cock grew more demanding, stretching him wider with each punishing thrust. They fucked in the cabin, in the back of the trailer, and even a few times on the front bumper of the truck, the cool metal pressing into Jake's back as Bull claimed him while other cars passed by. Bull’s massive cock filling Jake’s young cunt while he continued to feed the boy his chem piss and so much more. Their depraved adventure was filled with moments of pure carnality. That Fiday night they stopped at a seedy motel along the way, where Bull tied Jake to the bed and invited at least 11 of his disgusting trucker buddies for a night of no limits use. The sound of fucking, grunts, and moans filled the air as Jake was passed around like a piece of meat, his body taking cock after cock without a moment's reprieve. In between the marathon sessions of fucking, Bull would slam Jake and feed him piss to keep things going, ensuring that his cunt remained open and ready for whatever was to come next. They'd snort lines off each other's bodies, the burn in their nostrils only adding to the delicious agony of their unyielding desire. The men using Jake left him a disgusting, sweaty mess. Jake loved every second of It. The nastier the man, the wider his cunt would open. On the road that next day, the fun never stopped. And as the Saturday night came, they pulled into a backwoods sex club known for its extreme fetishes and lack of rules. The man at the front door didn’t even pause as Bull led Jake through the entry. Inside, Jake was led around on a leash, his ass and face painted with the cum, piss, and spit of other men, signaling to all that he was property to be used. The men there were like ravenous animals, fighting to be the next to fill him up and mark him as theirs. Bull watched with a twisted sense of pride as his boy was taken in every conceivable way, his moans of pleasure echoing through the dimly lit space. The smell of sweat, sex, and bodily fluids permeated the air, creating a thick fog that seemed to make everything more intense, more real. He was fisted, fucked, forced to do disgusting things, but at every moment Bull always saw Jake’s mischievous smile and eyes begging for more. Through it all, Jake never once said no. He reveled in the pain and pleasure, the feeling of being owned by these dominant men and disgusting pigs. He knew that by the time Bull dropped him off, he'd be nothing but a gaping, sore mess, but the thought only made him more excited. As they drove the next morning, Bull told Jake all about his seedy, raunchy, disgusting conquests. His deep voice rumbling through the cabin like thunder. Jake listened, excited, his mind racing with images of the filthy, disgusting things he knew he'd soon be doing. He was living his ultimate fantasy, and he never wanted it to end. That afternoon, Bull took Jake to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the next town they reached. This place was a hidden spot for the most hardcore and depraved truckers, addicts, extreme [banned word], and homeless communities. A place to gather and indulge in their sickest desires. Jake's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he shared a slam with Bull before being dragged out of the truck wearing only his now nasty jockstrap, his legs barely able to hold him up due to the relentless pounding he had received the two nights before. The warehouse was a filled with the sound of deep grunts, begging moans, and slapping flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and piss mixed with the acrid aroma of meth. The walls were lined with various BDSM contraptions, and the floor was sticky with bodily fluids. In one corner, a group of men were huddled around a St. Andrew's Cross, where a leather-clad bottom was being fisted by two others while his mouth was stuffed with a used, cum-soaked dildo. In another, a man was suspended from the ceiling, his body trapped as he was fucked by a group of eager tops. Bull led Jake to a makeshift "breeding pit" in the center of the room. It was a filthy, grimy hole filled with a mix of cum and piss, and surrounded by a crowd of hungry, leering men. Jake's knees were forced into the mess, and he was pushed face-first into the pit. The crowd cheered as he emerged, his face and body now a canvas of depravity. "Look what I've brought you all!" Bull announced with a sadistic chuckle, slapping Jake's ass. "Fresh meat for the pit!" A few more men climbed in the pit, sadistic looks firing in each of their eyes. Jake was then passed around from man to man, each one taking their turn to use him in whatever way they desired. His holes were stretched to their limits as they were filled and emptied over and over again. Some men went straight for his now puffy, swollen pussy. Others forced their cocks down his throat, making him gag and drool. One man got passed his elbow as his thick, hairy arm slid in and out of Jake’s blown-out cunt. Another got his whole foot inside as the boy’s moans could barely be heard through the man’s hairy ass who was sitting on his face. The pain was intense, but the meth kept him floating above it all. His body craving more of the raw, primal attention. Bull watched with sadistic joy as Jake was used like the gutter whore he knew him to be, occasionally joining in to show off his own skills. He would punch Jake's ass with his massive hairy hands, making him yelp and arch his back, pushing his cock even deeper into whatever hole was available. The sound of flesh on flesh, the squelches of cocks plunging into wet, gaping holes, and the constant moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air. As the night progressed, Bull decided to take things to a new level. He picked Jake up, who was now a limp mess of sweat, cum, and piss, and carried him over to a group with some of his closest friends, a few nasty homeless men, and two tweakers making nice big slams. They were all equally as disgusting and depraved as Bull was and they had a special surprise for Jake. They had set up a "breeding gauntlet," a line of men eager to fill him with their seed. Jake was positioned on his back, legs spread wide and hooked to chains in the ceiling. The two nasty tweakers were up next and slammed 2 0.7s deep in both his arm. As the insane rush started filling Jake’s entire body, the first man mounted him. He spit on Jake’s face as he slid his cock into Jake's well-used ass without care. Bull took this opportunity to fuck Jake's mouth, his own cock slick with the combined juices of the men who had used him before. Bull started to piss as the next man waited impatiently behind, stroking his nasty cock as he watched the other man’s dick disappear into Jake’s now cavernous hole. One by one, the men took turns, filling Jake's ass until he was again overflowing with cum, sweat, piss, and more. Each man added his own contribution, the cum dripping down Jake's ass and mixing with the piss pooling on the floor beneath him. Jake's moans grew weaker, his body trembling with each new intrusion, but he never ceased to satisfy his master's friends. Finally, after what felt like hours, Bull pulled out of Jake's mouth and announced that he was ready for the grand finale. From the crowd gathered around Jack, the largest, most intimidating man in the group walked up. This man, known as "The Beast," was an addict and had been homeless for a few years. His body hair was thick and his ripe, pungent scent could be smelled across the warehouse. As he got closer, Jake saw that the Beast had a cock so thick, so long, so hard, that it looked like it could split Jake in two. He had a massive Prince Albert and Jacobs ladder, which Jake was terrified and exciting to feel deep in him. The Beast was notorious for his brutal fuck sessions, raunch fueled lust, and inability to leave you with any ounce of dignity or energy left. Jake couldn’t wait. Bull whispered in Jake's ear, "You're going to love this, boy. Take it all, every inch of him." The Beast didn't waste any time. He walked over to Jake and pulled him up by the neck, pushing his face into his thick ripe pits to devour. Jake went In hard and the beast grunted with every lick. Next was his cock. Covered in hair and sweat, Jake’s tongue circled the Beast’s thick foreskin, diving in and tasting the ripest, thickest cheese he ever had. Jake was devouring It when the beast lifted him up and started making out with him, tongue diving in deep as he wanting some of the cheese for himself. Pulling away, he shoved a ripe sock deep in Jake’s mouth to keep him quiet for what was about to come. He forced Jake’s head back down, leaving it stuck under his massive, disgusting foot. The Beast then slammed his cock deep into Jake with such force that the cum from the previous men squirted out around his thick, hairy shaft. Jake's screams were muffled by the Beast’s nasty sock, now soggy and stinking of his own saliva and the Beast’s piss and sweat. His thrusts were merciless, and Jake's body was pushed to its absolute limit. The Beast brutally fucked every inch of him, with Jake’s only break was to lick the Beast from head to toe, a taste so strong that Jake thought he would get high from it alone. As the Beast finished, leaving a massive load leaking out of Jake’s now permanently stretched hole, he drained his chem piss all over the boy who tried to lick up what he could with his last remaining energy. Bull pulled Jake up, his body a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and piss. He threw him into the back of the truck, where he lay there, gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably. His jockstrap stretched and soaked with all the men’s fluids. When Bull finally dropped Jake off at the bus station on the outskirts of his hometown late Sunday night, he was barely recognizable. His skin was bruised and covered in a sheen of dry cum, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his holes were torn and swollen. He had lost his voice from the screaming and the constant abuse, and his once white jockstrap was now a yellowish-brownish-gray. Before Jake stumbled out of the truck, Bull took the boy’s shoes and started pissing in them. A dark yellow and the thick smell of chems filling his once white shoes. He handed them back to Jake and grabbed his own boots telling him, “Now leave me with the boy’s scent so I can remember the weekend. With that, Jake started pissing into Bull’s nasty work boots, leaving them soaked. Bull took them back and immediately put them on. “Good. Now you’ll have to lick these feet and boots clean the next time I see you. Jake finally got out of the truck, the Beast’s sock still in his mouth, and looked up at Bull with a mix of gratitude and horror in his eyes. Bull just winked, tossed him a water bottle that was half-filled with his own piss and a handful of meth, and said, "See ya around, boy. Keep those holes of yours open for me." And with that, the door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the 18-wheeler disappeared into the early morning fog, leaving Jake to stumble home, already craving the next time he could serve as Bull's cumdump on the open road.

My uncle Ruben sits there in a daze. Glossy eyed and blacker than black pupils the size of dinner plates. Wow, he really is a lightweight. I place my hand on his thigh and keep it there. He says nothing. I ask how are you feeling uncle? He smiles and a light “great” leaves his lips. He’s still sluggish from the ghb. I let him sink into the couch and I grab his arms by the wrists and push them up until he has placed them behind his head. I take the opportunity to go and refill the pipe. I grab my black case and reload a fat bowl. I look up and see Uncle Robert in the hallway just standing there; waiting to see how things are going with my other uncle. I wink at him and wave him to come on down to the couch. He slowly obliges and sits next to my other uncle. I stare down at them both just sitting there in their underwear. My dick leaks precum at just the sight before me. I light up and take my hit. As I blow out, I pass to Robert. He takes his huge hit and a second. I take it back and go up to Ruben. I once again place the pipe at his mouth and direct him when to inhale. He keeps his hands behind his head. I love how cooperative he is being so far. And showing off his arms, his biceps are on full display for my viewing pleasure. He takes 3 hits before I pass it back to Robert. I get down between Ruben’s legs and reach up and touch his dick. I start to rub his hard on through his underwear. It’s straining against the fabric and looks like its gonna pop through the cloth any minute. He stays leaned back and small moans escape his mouth. I look over at Robert and whisper – no turning back now. I reach up and tug on his white underwear just enough to release his (moderately) thick dick. I reach up and grab hold of it and feel the heat emanating from his dick. It’s warm to the touch and I can feel his heartbeat through it. I love how well the Viagra is working. I begin to jerk him off. More low moans escape my uncle. He does not open his eyes. I’m not sure why but his reasons are his own. I reach for his underwear and this time pull them downward. He lifts his ass up a bit and allows me to strip him completely. I get closer to him and lick the tip of his head. He gasps a bit and I engulf the entire dick straight down to his pubes. I throat his dick in one go. It doesn’t take long before he lowers on hand and places it on my head and starts to thrust slightly into my mouth. I look up at Uncle Ruben and he is looking down at me and I look up at him. Our tweaked-out eyes meet and I can tell he is loving it. That’s when I hear it. My Uncle Robert had put the porn back up on the tv. I pull off and slide over a bit to the side and start sucking Robert. I look to my Uncle Ruben and he is jerking himself off glued to the porn. I chuckle to myself but nothing is heard because Robert is already down my throat. He grabs my head and fucks my mouth. Where Ruben had been soft and slow when he thrusted in my mouth, my Uncle Robert was intense and fast. His balls were slapping against my chin. I have to be selective when trying to breath. I have to catch the air at just the right time before his dick blocks my airway. I fucking love it. I pull off his dick and pull him up off the couch. I then get on the couch on all fours and start to suck my Uncle Ruben again. This time my ass is pushed up and on full display for uncle Robert. He gets behind be and starts tonguing my hole. It feels like he is trying to get at the load he shot earlier. The one that dripped down out of me in the shower. I’m moaning into Uncle Ruben’s crotch. The deeper Robert’s tongue gets in my hole, the deeper I want Ruben’s dick in my throat. As if we were on the same page, Robert pulls away from my wet hole as I’m backing away from Ruben. I’m satisfied with the amount of saliva I have around his dick. Ruben looks up at me with a shit eating grin and says that was amazing. I reply that was ok, but this will be amazing. I turn my back to him and back up onto his lap. I reach down and position his dick at my hole and I squat down. I slowly push down on his dick and without stopping, I bottom out. I can’t see him but I can hear him moaning. I push myself up and down on his dick. Slow at first, I let him feel it, I let myself feel it. I wait until he places his hands on my waist before I really start to ride him. He lifts me like im nothing and turns me around on his dick. I;m now facing him as I ride. My semi hard dick is leaking precum all over his stomach as I continue to bounce on his lap. Ruben grabs me and lifts me up again. This time he turns around and with his dick still in me, lays me down on the couch on my back. He pulls up my legs to his shoulders and starts to drive into me. He’s hitting my g spot over and over at this angle. I turn my head to the side and there is my other uncle, shoving his dick in my mouth. I’m in the most uncomfortable position getting pounded and trying to leach over to get my mouth filled. But I don’t care. I’m in heaven being between these 2 men. I was in love with 3 favorite letters for making this come true; G, T, and V. Ruben starts moaning about being close to cumming. I feel him pushing stronger into my hole. I’m getting shook so much that I can’t even keep Robert’s dick in my mouth. I can feel Ruben’s urgency and then boom. Ropes and ropes of cum filling my insides. Ruben pulls out of me and sits back in his seat. It gets quiet. He looks like he is beginning to process what had just transpired. In that same moment, Robert gets between my legs and pushes his hard dick balls deep into my wet hole. Ruben watches his brother pound another load into me. Robert pulls out and sits on the other side of me. I’m left in the middle, trying my hardest to will my hole shut so the loads done leak out of me. Once I feel my hole clench up and sit up right. I can tell that Ruben is horrified with what he had just done. I had to intercede. I tell him how great the fuck was. That I had always wanted him to fuck me like the whore I was. He relaxed a bit but was still deep in thought. He blurts out that he isn’t gay. I reassure him that he wasn’t and neither was his brother Robert. They were just men with needs. I explained the Tina was just a tool to get the inhibitions out of the way so he could get his needs met. He asked me if I was gay. I explained oh most definitely. I explained that I was a natural born gay whore made for meeting men’s needs. Tina helped me realize this truth. I told him he shouldn’t be embarrassed about using a whore when my holes are so freely given. He was deep in thought again. His mind at war with its self. I took the opportunity to say that if he was truly discussed with himself, then why was he still hard? He looked down and noticed that his dick was still rock hard and pointing straight at me. I told him little Ruben knows what he likes. Like a curve ball out of nowhere, my Uncle Robert chimes in. Hey, what’s fun is fun. The only gay one here is our nephew. We might as well be the ones who get to fuck him. Uncle Robert orders me back to my knees and has me stroll back over to Uncle Ruben. I’m ordered to start sucking him off again. Ruben says oh fuck yeah. I think the 3 of us need to hang out more often.

Saying hello from USA, I'm PineappleSemen, Been lurking the internet for some time now but it's now my time to contribute to message boards like this. I honestly love hearing peoples stories! I am very exploratory when it comes to new fetishes and toys so I will be around those boards most I think. I in fact sleep on top my collection, which I really wish I got to use more. My chats are open if anyone would like, I love talking to people, especially because topics like whats on here tends to not be "everyday" conversation.

“Why don’t we ever have fun as a whole house anymore” Hugh asked me, out of the blue. We were sitting in the garden, with him uncharacteristically having asked me for a cigarette. Most of the other guys were out, with only Bailey and Josh inside working in their rooms. I had taken a break from my own paper to come down for a cup of tea and a cigarette, and had encountered Hugh in the kitchen making some toast for an afternoon snack. I had been a bit surprised when he had followed me outside, sat down beside me and asked for a cigarette, but I went with it. “I, er, don’t know” I replied. “Yes you do” he said. “Some of you guys are always fucking together, but me, Leroy, Sean and Josh are never part of it.” “I, er, well, we…” I said, but trailed off as I tried to think of something. “Does Tom’s tattoo mean what I think it does?” he asked. “Which tattoo?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “The new one that basically shouts from the rooftops that he’s poz” he replied. “Oh” I said, “that one.” “Thought so” he said. We sat in silence for a moment as my mind started running at a thousand miles per hour. “So are you all poz then?” Hugh asked. “Yes” I replied. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette, and then blew the smoke out over the garden and watched it dissipate. “Deliberately?” he asked. “Yes” I replied again. Another moment of silence descended as we both stared straight ahead, smoking. My pulse was up as I found myself outing the other guys, but I knew there was no point in putting up a front anymore given Hugh had worked it all out anyway apparently. “You were first, right?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I, er, met up with a couple of guys to make it happen.” “Why?” Hugh asked. “It was just something I wanted, or needed” I replied. “I can’t fully explain it, but I don’t have any regrets.” “Fair enough” said Hugh, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray before reaching for my pack and helping himself to another. “What about the others?” he asked, after lighting up. “You would have to talk to them about it” I said. “I mean, it’s bad enough I have outed them, but I shouldn’t be putting words in their mouths about why they chose this.” “OK” he said. “That’s fair.” “You won’t…” I began. “Of course” he replied. “But Leroy knows, doesn’t he?” “Yes” I replied. We sat in silence again, with me also lighting up a second cigarette while I waited to see what was coming next. “I think he wants it too” Hugh said. “Leroy, I mean.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “He’s asked a few times whether I would be OK with other guys fucking him now that he’s started bottoming, and I reckon it’s you guys that he means.” “Why do you think that?” I asked. “The way he looks at you all” he said. “Particularly Tom, with that tattoo.” “Are you OK with it?” I asked. “I mean, I know you two fuck, but I don’t know if you’re…” “I don’t know” he replied, sighing. “I don’t know what the fuck we are, to be honest. He’s hard to read.” “Do you want more from him?” I asked. “I don’t know” he said, turning to face me for the first time. “I don’t even know if I want a boyfriend, or what.” “Do you see yourself with a woman?” I asked. He turned back to look out over the garden, and took another deep inhale of the cigarette. “Probably not” he eventually replied. “I mean, I did, but there’s stuff I like that I would probably really resent not being able to do anymore.” “So, do you see yourself with a boyfriend then?” I asked. “Maybe” he replied. “But open.” “That’s quite normal” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. We sat in silence while we both finished our cigarettes, and then Hugh stood up and headed for the door. I followed him back inside, and stopped at the sink to get a glass of water. “Listen” he said. “I don’t want, you know, that just yet, but would you guys maybe be up for a bukkake session with me?” I choked on the water I had just begun sipping, meaning it took a couple of minutes of sorting myself out before I could reply. “You OK?” Hugh asked, grinning at me. “Yeah” I croaked. “Sorry.” “So?” he asked. “Er, yeah, I guess” I said. “But you know oral isn’t risk-free, right?” “Yeah” he said. “And Leroy?” I asked. “I’ll tell him what we’re going to do” he replied. “It’ll be up to him if he wants to join in.” I nodded, and Hugh smiled at me. He then headed out of the kitchen, leaving me to ponder our conversation for a bit before I eventually also went back to my desk. It took a little while to get focused again, but once I’d sent out a message to the Telegram group we had set up for the poz housemates, I muted my phone and got down to writing. —————— We finally found a weekend when Sean and Josh were both away, with Sean in Leicester overnight for a lacrosse tournament and Josh heading home for his younger brother’s 18th birthday party. Everyone else cleared their Saturday night, we closed all the curtains and locked the front door, and then got down to business. The plan was for Hugh to visit each of us individually in our rooms to give us each a blowjob, but we would stop him before we came. We would then gather together in the large main bathroom to shoot our loads on him, before moving on to whatever fun we felt like having. Hugh came to me first, and it was hot to see him wearing just a black jockstrap, black knee pads, and a pair of black leather boots. However, before he got started I decided to kink up his outfit a bit more, fishing out the wide padded leather collar and wrist cuffs I had bought after taking inspiration from Omar’s collection. I could see Hugh getting even harder in his jock as I tightened the collar round his neck, and he practically devoured my cock immediately after. He showed no hesitation at deep-throating a poz cock, and I had to pry him off me when I felt like I was about to blow. As I panted to calm myself down, I looked at him kneeling on the floor licking his lips, realising just how hot this night was going to be even if there was no breeding happening. I sent Hugh off to see his next housemate, before throwing on some loose jogging bottoms and a hoodie. I went downstairs and out into the garden for a smoke, stopping en route to get a bottle of beer from the fridge. It wasn’t long before Bailey joined me out there, followed by Tony and Sam, all needing a breather after being taken close to orgasm by Hugh’s talents. We chatted as we smoked and drank, before deciding to go back inside to get ready in the bathroom for the main event. When we passed by Tom’s room the door was wide open, and we all paused in turn to briefly watch Hugh alternating between Tom and Marcus while Leroy looked on. Eventually the four of them joined us in the bathroom, and we formed a circle around Hugh. He randomly chose guys to lean over and suck for a few seconds at a time, a big grin on his face throughout, and soon we were all getting very close again. Hugh stopped his administrations and knelt in the middle of the circle with his hands behind his back and his head up, and we all masturbated ourselves to the brink. Bailey was first to go, shooting his poz load onto Hugh’s face, and everyone else followed very soon after. Hugh licked any cum that landed near his mouth and swallowed it, and then when we were all done he used his hands to collect all the toxic loads he could reach to bring to his lips and slurp. Leroy, who had not joined in with dousing his possibly-boyfriend stepped forward and squatted down to scoop a line of Sam’s cum running down Hugh’s back, before reaching around and allowing the star of the bukkake session to lick it off his fingers. Everyone perched on the toilet, against the side of the bath or against the sink to recover from the orgasms, while Hugh just knelt in position grinning. He continued to run his fingers round his body to scoop up any remaining drops, before eventually settling down and relaxing. No-one said anything, just exchanging smiles with Hugh as he looked around, but then Leroy stepped forward towards him. He held out his erect cock, and Hugh pushed himself up to begin sucking it. He only did so for a couple of minutes before Leroy pulled back and then turned around. He leant forward a little, and Hugh planted his face between Leroy’s buttcheeks and began to rim him. Leroy’s back arched more and more as this went on, before he stood up straight and walked forward a couple of steps. He bent over towards the sink, and I stepped aside so he had enough room to lean on it properly. Hugh then pulled a sachet of lube out of his boot, stood up, pulled his cock out, and got himself ready. He then stepped forward, pressed his cock into Leroy, and slid in. For the first time ever, Leroy was bottoming in front of the rest of us, and I could tell he was both nervous and incredibly aroused. We gathered round and watched the fuck, no-one saying anything as all just enjoyed seeing our housemate show us this relatively new side of himself. Hugh was so turned on by his bukkake session that he did not last very long, accelerating quickly to a fast pace before slamming in and breeding Leroy. He remained buried as he slowly got his breath back, and then pulled out. “Aaron” Leroy said, looking down into the sink. “Yeah?” I replied. “Fuck me” he said. “Please.” I looked over at Hugh, who was staring at Leroy with wide eyes. He then met my gaze, and after a moment his face relaxed and he just slightly nodded. I took that as my cue, and picked up a bottle of lube we kept on the sink. He applied some to my now fully re-hardened cock, and then moved round behind Leroy. I put the head of my cock against his hole, and then held it there. After a few seconds, Leroy arched his back a little and pushed back. He clearly wanted it, so I began to properly push into him. Once fully buried I held still again for a few moments, and then slowly began to pull back and press in. I took my time building up a faster rhythm, with Leroy getting more and more into it throughout to the point where he was rocking his own body to meet my inward thrusts. “You like that?” I said. “Yeah” he panted. “You like me fucking you?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he replied. “You want all of us to fuck you?” “Yeah!” he yelled. “You want us to come inside you?” I asked, still thrusting away. “Breed me!” he panted. “You want our loads in you?” I asked. “Yes” he growled. I decided it was time to up the ante on the verbal. “You want all of our poz loads in your neg hole, don’t you?” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “You want us to make you poz like us” I said. “Yeah” he growled. “Fucking poz me!” “Oh, we’ll poz you” I said. “I knew you wanted this.” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “Fucking wanted it since I found out about you.” “You wanna be a poz cumdump like me” I stated. “Fuck yeah!” he yelled. “You want to just be a hole for any man to shoot his load in, no questions asked” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he whined. “I’m a fucking cumdump.” “Good lad” I said. I then accelerated to my fastest pace, and he whimpered and groaned throughout, begging me to shoot my toxic load into him. The situation was so hot that it did not take me long to do just that, and as I slammed into him and began to give him his first poz load, I could not help but groan loudly as he milked my cock as best he could with his anal muscles. He was desperate for that load, and I did not withdraw until every last drop had been squeezed out of me. Leroy was only empty for a few seconds though, as Bailey stepped up in my place and slammed into him, relying solely on the two loads in there already for lube. I watched them fuck for a minute or two, and then turned round to see what else was going on. Tom was sitting on the toilet lid with Marcus on his lap, gently rocking on his cock in a way that made it clear they were just keeping themselves warmed up. Sam had moved over next to Bailey to signal he was taking the next turn in Leroy, but my attention was caught by Tony and Hugh. They were standing in the bathtub, with Hugh bent over propping himself up against the wall. Tony was pressed up against his backside moving up and down, but I could see the tip of his cock poking up and down as he did so meaning he was just rubbing his shaft up and down Hugh’s crack. I decided to go over and join them, climbing into the tub and positioning myself in front of Hugh. He leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth, starting to clean it off. “You like having that cock rubbing your crack?” I asked him. “Mmmm-hmmm” he replied. “You like that raw cock rubbing against your hole?” “Yeah” he said around my cock. “You like feeling that poz cock touching your hole” I stated. “Yeah” Hugh panted, letting my cock drop from his mouth. “It feels so dangerous, doesn’t it?” I said. “I want it” he said. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want that cock” he panted. “Where do you want that cock?” I asked. “Inside me” he panted. “You want that raw poz cock inside your hole?” I asked. “Yes!” Hugh growled. “You want Tony to push his cock into you, fuck you, and blow his potent toxic load inside your neg hole?” I asked, making it all sound like hot verbal but also really pressing Hugh to make sure he knew what he was asking. “Oh fuck” Hugh whined. “I want it so bad.” “You want to get pozzed?” I asked, looking up at Tony. “Yes!” Hugh yelled. “There’s no going back” Tony said. “Just fuck me!” Hugh yelled, looking up at me. Tony, of course, obliged, and just a minute later the bathroom was filled with the sounds of both Hugh and Leroy being fucked by poz cocks, thighs slapping buttocks while the two neg men panted, groaned and begged. Never once did either of them show the slightest hint of concern or regret, even after each of them came from the feeling of being fucked. We went to town on them both, all of us breeding each of them at least once. Hugh was moved to be bent over next to Leroy, leaving the bathtub free for showers to be taken by the tops after we had drained ourselves dry, though at the end of the bathroom session Leroy and Hugh were positioned face to face in the tub with Tom and Marcus fucking them, the shower on throughout so they also got cleaned off during the final breeding. Leroy slept with Tom and Marcus that night, while Hugh went off with Tony and Sam. Bailey and I cuddled up in my bed, but throughout the night were woken a couple of times by the sounds of more fucking happening. In the morning we went to the other bedrooms and retrieved Leroy and Hugh, bringing them back to my room so we could also have a bit of time fucking them both. Then, throughout most of Sunday, the two of them were fucked plenty more throughout the house by all of us, as we otherwise relaxed, made an epic brunch, and even occasionally did some work. Eventually we wound it all down as it got more likely that Sean or Josh would come home, making sure to get the main bathroom properly cleaned after the cum-filled antics that had taken place in there the night before. At opportune moments for the next few days, Leroy and Hugh would get fucked by whoever was around, their enthusiasm never wavering. I even talked to Hugh about it as he lay on my bed, another of my toxic loads freshly planted in his hole. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be up for all this so quickly” I said. “I mean, I thought Leroy was probably going to do what he did because he was so fixated on us and our status, but when we talked the other day in the garden I honestly thought you’d be a long way off doing this, if you ever even did.” “Yeah” Hugh said. “I didn’t plan it, but you know, swallowing all your loads flipped a switch in me or something.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Actually, I think it was maybe even when I sucked your cock right at the start of the other night. My hole was twitching and I just wanted you to fuck me. Then when I was licking up all those loads, it was like it wasn’t enough or something. I knew what was in them, and I wanted more. Seeing Lee taking your cock made me so fucking envious, and Tony rubbing his on my hole made me just want it.” “You don’t worry you’re going to regret it?” I asked. “I mean, you didn’t think about it for very long before you started taking our poz loads.” “No regrets” he said, smiling at me. “Truth is, when you asked me if I see myself with a girlfriend or boyfriend, I don’t actually see myself with either. I just kind of want to fuck and be fucked, and I love cum. This way I can just be free, you know?” I smiled at him, and then moved over to lick the remnants or my load oozing out of his hole. I was soon hard enough to push back in, and gave him another poz breeding. Throughout he gently whispered how much he wanted me to be the one to infect him, and deep down I found myself wanting that too. Leroy got sick first, but Hugh was only a day later. We all looked after them, even Sean and Josh despite them not knowing what was actually going on. Then Bailey, Tony and I took them both to a clinic when they were better to confirm the result, before joining the others in a bar in town for some drinks. Leroy was a bit quiet, but I took him aside for a chat and found he was genuinely happy and turned on. So turned on, in fact, that we ended up in a toilet cubicle so he could breed his first poz load into me in about three minutes flat. Over the next few days he was a man on a mission, fucking and breeding all of us several times, whereas Hugh seemed to be more into focusing his own horniness on having us use him some more. We were all happy to comply. Things settled down after that, and although the house was back to a bit more bed-hopping, Leroy and Hugh did seem to be mostly sleeping together. That just left Sean and Josh, and while it was easier to have group fun now that there were only two guys who needed to be out of the picture, we all eventually realised that we would have to talk to them. Not least because Hugh had booked in to start getting a biohazard tramp stamp, fully confirming that he intended to take over from me as the house cumdump, while Leroy had shown us the elaborate design he was now saving for that was clearly inspired by Tom’s ink. There wasn’t going to be any hiding what was happening, so we hatched a plan for taking to the other two, and then just waited for the day to come. However, you know what they say about the best laid plans… To be continued

Mine lasted 3 days and then gone again. it was the same symptoms as the flu, aches, hot and cold sweats etc but the fever was off the chart, and it felt different. I knew it was the virus taking over my immune system.

Mine was a fever, aches all over and no energy to move. It hit very suddenly.

I would love to see it sometime

While there are several production companies which make outstanding videos, Pigs at the Hoist is my favorite. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pigs-at-the-hoist-xhTFJ1n

I haven't been, but in theory, they're loosely modeled after the horsemarket parties. The broncos are bred by the cowboys. It is not a bondage event - the focus is on the sex - hooded and fucked over various pieces of furniture. I don't know if it qualifies as a cumdump situation as a lot of guys fuck and fuck and sample the holes that are available before unloading, but I guess you could be the luck bronco and get a lot of loads at the end of the night. I'll have to make one of them soon, but I can highly recommend horsemarket parties, which are similar. Go! and let us know how it goes!

The eight of us had settled on having a whole-house talk with Sean and Josh, and were now working on the logistics of it all. Exams were looming, and none of us wanted to cause problems in the house while everyone was working towards all that, so we decided it would be best to wait until the last one was out of the way and we were into the summer break. This would also mean that if there was a blow-up, Sean and Josh would be able to just leave and go home, and could also choose to not come back in the autumn and instead find somewhere else to live. Several of us finished a few days before the others, and on the final afternoon of exams, only Josh, Bailey and Sam were left. A load of the other guys had gone off to play frisbee in the park, with a promise to also pick up the remaining supplies we needed for the big celebratory barbecue we were planning for that evening. As such, it was just me, Sean and Tom at home, and with the sun shining brightly we were enjoying the garden. I was sitting in a deckchair in the shade taking a break from the sun and reading a book, while Sean was splayed out on his front on a towel on the grass. Tom had put some water in a blow-up paddling pool we had drunkenly bought off Amazon, and after letting the sun heat it for a bit, he was now dozing in the pool with his head on the side. Eventually the sun got a bit much for Sean, and he got up and padded inside. He came back out a minute later with a couple of cold beers, one of which he handed to me before he plonked himself down on the bench and lit a couple of cigarettes. He handed me one of those two, and I closed my book and put it down on the patio so I could just sit back and chill. “So” said Sean, staring at Tom, “are we finally gonna talk about all this shit?” “What shit?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop. Sean said nothing for a while, just taking a couple of sips of his beer and a few inhales of his cigarette. “Josh fucks me now” he said, quite quietly. “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. “I got curious and asked him to do it one night.” “You like it?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I really do.” “Cool” I said. “You know you’re preaching to the choir with me on that one.” “Yeah” he said. “But you haven’t been letting either of us fuck you for ages.” “Well, I…” I began. “It’s OK” he said. “We know what the score is.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “We’ve been talking about it, and seeing how we both feel.” “And?” I eventually asked, still not sure if we were talking about the same thing. “Josh finds it hot” he said. “I thought it was all a bit fucked-up, but since Josh has been breeding me I’m changing my mind.” It was at this point that Tom started getting out of the paddling pool, standing up and shaking himself a bit like a dog. The massive silver chains he’d showed up wearing after his last exam, which put my own to shame, rattled as he dried himself, and despite the gravity of the conversation Sean and I were having I still started to harden. Tom then padded over to us, lit up a cigarette and sat down next to Sean on the bench. “You’re talking about us all being poz, right?” Tom said. “Yeah” replied Sean. “How did you know?” I asked. “You mean, aside from this guy basically walking around with a billboard on his stomach advertising it?” he said, chuckling a bit while he gestured at Tom. “Fair point” I said, also chuckling. “Hey” said Tom, leaning back and making his flat muscled stomach more prominent, “this is fucking hot and you know it.” “It is” said Sean. “Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I mean, before, when, you know, I thought it was a bit fucked-up and I didn’t know what to say to you guys about it, but now…” “Now that you’re taking loads you’re suddenly into it?” Tom said. “Something like that” Sean said. “And Josh?” I asked. “He, er” began Sean, before pausing. “He’s planning to ask you lot to gangbang him tonight.” “He is?” I asked. “How do you feel about that?” Sean sat in silence, lighting up another cigarette after stubbing out his first one. “I think it’s fucking hot” he said. “I want to watch it happen.” “Then what?” Tom asked. “What do you mean?” Sean replied. “If we gang fuck your boyfriend he’ll probably get pozzed” Tom said, “particularly if we follow it up with a visit to Aaron’s friends at the weekend so they can all have a go on him.” “Your friends?” Sean asked, looking up at me. “Some older guys I know who have parties” I said. “They got all this started.” “Oh” said Sean. “Well, I mean, Josh wants it to be all about him tonight.” “But outside of tonight?” I asked. We sat in silence for a while, before Tom slid up the bench a little and put his arm over Sean’s shoulders. “I want it” said Sean, almost whispering. “Like, I want us to be a whole house again.” “Sean, buddy” Tom said, his voice unusually gentle, “you’ve got to want it because you want it, not just you feel like you’re being left out.” “I know” said Sean. “I didn’t mean that. I mean, I want Josh to have his fantasy and all that, but I kind of just want it to be done and be part of it all, you know?” “Are you sure?” I asked. “There’s no going back.” “I know” said Sean. “But I don’t wanna go back. Two years ago I thought I’d be fucking girls and having fun for three years, then doing the whole married-with-kids thing after that. Now I’m sleeping with a guy I fucking love, I’ve started taking it up the arse and I fucking love that too, and I’m missing you guys like crazy. I’m not gonna be with women, I know that now, so I don’t need to worry.” “Familiar story” Tom said, chuckling. “Back in Hall nearly all of us were straight and just having some kinky fun, now we’re all gay as fuck.” “And poz” said Sean. “I want to be too.” “So how do you want it to happen?” I asked. He sat and stared down at the ground for a bit, before looking over at me and then at Tom. “Take me upstairs and fuck me” he said. “Tonight can be all about Josh, but outside of that, how about you all fuck me too?” “I think we can make that work” I said, smiling at him. —————— It had been a long time since Sean and I had fucked, and back then he had been the quintessential straight guy who enjoyed fucking guys up the arse. But now I was seeing a new Sean, an eager and hungry bottom who was finally letting himself be free. His back was arched like an expert porn star as Tom pounded into him, and his lips were against my pubes as he swallowed all of me without the slightest hint of gagging. He was moaning in heat as he took it from both ends, emitting deeper growls whenever Tom or I reminded him these were potent poz cocks inside him. I had taken a short video and sent it to our Telegram group, and I knew the others were probably running at full pace round Tesco to stock up on what they had promised to buy so they could get back here pronto. I made sure they knew that tonight was to be about Josh and we had to save energy and loads for that, but Sean was otherwise on hand from now on. I then took a few pics from various angles, and when I saw the time tick past 4pm I knew Josh’s exam would be over. A couple of minutes later Tom started to accelerate, so I filmed him reaching orgasm and shouting for Sean to take his first toxic load as he slammed in and bred him, our housemate moaning in appreciation. As Tom came down and I knew my turn was approaching, I sent a few of the pics and the breeding video to Josh: We’re all going to fuck you senseless tonight, but just thought you might enjoy seeing what your boyfriend is up to in the meantime… 🍆💦☣️ I then threw my phone down on the mattress, pulled back to withdraw from Sean’s throat, and made my way round to the end of the bed. Tom climbed up on the mattress and lay back against the pillows, and Sean moved round 90 degrees so he could start cleaning up the poz cock that had just bred him. I, meanwhile, got up on my knees behind him and began to push into his cum-filled hole. He began to quietly moan in appreciation as I started to fuck, and I suddenly felt this wave of euphoria go over me. The secrecy was over, and we would be a whole house again. Sure, there were now five couplings (if you counted whatever was going on with Sam and Tony), but we would finally be free to have fun with everyone else too outside of those relationships. Getting Sean and Josh pozzed was going to be a lot of fun, but I almost couldn’t wait for the deed to be done… ————— Sean took a load from all eight of us that afternoon, mostly doggy style except with Sam who decided to take him missionary. Josh was there to watch the last few breedings, and plunged into his boyfriend at the end to add a ninth load but, I suspected, to also have the thrill of dipping his neg cock in a hole filled with poz loads. We then got ourselves cleaned up and had the barbecue, the party filled with banter and frolics like old times. Well, it was almost like old times, except for everyone now being completely open about the affections they had for their boyfriends. Sam and Tony had been dipping their toes in the idea of being more than fuckbuddies, but fully went for it as they hungrily kissed while lying on the grass. This had become a big gay house, all pretences of university experimentation abandoned, and it was such a liberating experience. Being able to talk openly about our journeys, both in sexuality and status, was also massively freeing, and some of the guys who had already been pozzed talked more deeply about it all than they ever had before. The talk also turned to Omar and his friends, and how we were maybe the new generation. Everyone agreed that we should arrange a massive two-house party before we went home, though Sean and Josh both made it clear they wanted to be converted by just us lot first. It was a warm night, and with the awning out over the patio we got down to business outside, safe in the knowledge that none of the neighbours would be able to see anything. We kept it quiet, enjoying sucking each other off, rimming Josh, and eventually starting to fuck him a bit. However, we knew we wanted to get a bit louder, so moved things inside. Josh darted into his bedroom and then emerged a few minutes later wearing a jockstrap and a black-and-grey leather pup mask, which was fucking hot despite covering up his beautiful Cantonese face. I fished out my leather collar and cuffs to complete his look, then everyone else piled into my bedroom and got Josh down on all fours on the bed. Sean went first, fucking and breeding his boyfriend with the only neg load he would get that night, before the rest of us took over. Sean spent the rest of the session keeping us all aroused with his oral talents, while Josh remained on all fours and took a rough breeding from each of the eight of us. He did not hold back in yelling for us to breed and poz him, bringing us all over the edge very quickly despite the breedings of Sean earlier that afternoon. We broke off for a couple of hours for drinks, cigarettes and fresh air outside, with everyone popping back inside to have a quick cool shower at some point. We had removed Josh’s pup mask but kept him in the rest of the leather gear, with Tony inserting one of my larger buttplugs into him to allow the toxic loads to ferment inside. It was so nice outside compared to the stuffiness of the house that we decided to have our second round out there. Josh put on some trainers and then went over to the large rhododendron at the end of the lawn, and we all then took it in turns to pop on some flip-flops and join him in the large void inside the bush for a quiet and hidden fuck. I doubted this was his first time bent over in a bush taking loads, while fondly remembering the fun times I used to have doing the same thing, and determined there and then that, at some point, I would convince everyone else to come to the woods with me to take whatever the anonymous men who happened by would be willing to give. The pace of the breedings in the bush was more sedate, and we could all kick back and relax as each guy went down the garden to have his turn. As we were sat on the patio under the awning, Sean was also able to continue working to get each guy to warmed up to go and breed his boyfriend, either kneeling down or bending over to use his mouth, or sitting on their laps to use his still loosened hole for a bit. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any more loads that night, but was still seriously aroused taking our poz cocks inside him again regardless. Aside from that, the rum and cokes flowed as our drink of choice to keep the energy going, while some marker pens came out so some of the guys could draw on some possible tattoo designs as we agreed to each get something inked on ourselves that summer to proudly proclaim our status. Once the bush breedings were over, Josh joined us back on the patio for a few drinks. We were all getting pretty merry, so after everyone threw on some shorts or trunks, the paddling pool was re-filled and a hosepipe fight broke out. We could hear the neighbours on both sides were also outside late enjoying the warm evening so we weren’t concerned about noise, and it was just so much fun to be completely ourselves again as a house. We were drunk, horny, happy, and all feeling the love in every way. Bailey and I unashamedly stood in the pool kissing each other deeply, and soon the other four couples were all plastered against each other making out again. This of course got us heated up once more, and I knew Round 3 was fast approaching. My bedroom again became the venue of choice, and this time we stripped Josh of all the leather accessories as well as his jockstrap. Everyone else got completely naked too, so that the only items being worn were the big silver chains Tom and I were into. Josh was then taken in every position imaginable on the bed, including two rounds of double-fucking at the end as his hole was more than loose enough for that kind of a workout. Throughout this session Sean was on all fours on the bed having his own hole used for warm-up, his mouth always on some part of his boyfriend’s body as they were both fucked. While no-one bred him, every cock went back inside Sean after Josh had taken its load. The pair of them were fucked several times a day after that, though there was so much sexual energy in the house that the rest of us also had plenty of fun bottoming too. No-one was in any hurry to pack up and head home for the summer, and without studying to do or really anything else at all to worry about, we could just relax into fun and sex with each other round the clock. That all went on for ten days until Josh started to feel unwell, and then the focus shifted to caring for him while continuing to breed Sean. Right as Josh started to feel better it was Sean’s turn to get the fever, so now we were all caring for him instead while Josh began to breed the rest of us as his horniness spiked. When Sean was recovered the pair of them went off to a clinic together, and that night we partied hard as a house to celebrate when they came back proudly clutching their positive results. —————— One by one we all started visiting the tattoo artist who had worked on Tom and Marcus, who had told them he was undetectable and more than happy to help with giving guys permanent status symbols. Most of us went for something not too prominent, such as a design on our buttocks or something more visible that would be understood by those who knew the meaning but would not cause issues with families, future employers etc. Sam, however, was inspired by Tom’s unashamed and blatant advertising of his status, and got a huge scorpion tattooed on his back and an elaborate design centred on a biohazard symbol on the bottom of his stomach. He also made it clear more would be added over time, and that he was planning to dip into his trust fund to “bling up” as he put it. Eventually we all started to realise that we would have to go back to our respective homes for a few weeks despite the fun we were having, not least because some of us had summer jobs lined up at home. We therefore decided to plan one last blow-out before we parted company until the autumn, and the subject of Omar and his friends came up. “Dudes, they’d go fucking wild to have us all there” I said, as we were all sitting together in the park rehydrating after some particularly energetic frisbee games. “I know we all agreed the other night, but is anyone not actually up for it?” “Count me in” said Tom. “Those guys can chain me up and fuck me senseless any time they like.” “I’m in” said Sean. “The way you guys have talked about those parties makes them sound fucking hot, even if I’m not sure I’m gonna be attracted to any of them.” “You will be” said Marcus, “trust me. There’s something about just letting yourself get used by that gang that is too horny for words.” “You know” said Bailey, “as we’re all poz now, they’re going to want us to fuck them too.” “Fine by me” said Leroy. “A hole’s a hole.” “My loving boyfriend, ladies and gentleman” said Hugh, causing us all to chuckle. “Fuck off” laughed Leroy. “So, we’re all in?” I asked, causing everyone to nod. “Cool, I’ll set it up then.” I rang Harry that night, and he excitedly agreed to get hold of Omar and make the arrangements. He texted back an hour later suggesting the following Friday, which worked well as some of the guys were eyeing up that Sunday to drive home or have their parents pick them up. I then sat down with everyone individually or as couples to get them to open up about any kinks they fancied exploring at the party, gradually building up a list that I could send back to Harry. Most of it was as expected, though Bailey surprised me by saying he wanted to be fisted for the first time. Tony and Sam also made my eyebrows raise a little when they admitted they wanted to be tied up together and paddled a bit, before getting used for a while by anyone who fancied it. Nearly everyone in the house admitted they wanted to be in some leather, resulting in Harry, Omar and I having to do a joint trip to a few fetish shops to ensure there was enough to go round. “You boys ready?” I asked, as we all stood in the front garden of our house in loose shorts and vests on that warm Friday night, waiting for the three taxis we had ordered. “Fuck yeah” said Tom, taking a deep inhale of a cigarette. “I want to go home on Sunday absolutely wrecked.” Everyone laughed, as we noticed a couple of cars turn into the road and then slow down as they reached us. A third then arrived from the other direction. “Our chariots await, gentlemen” I said. My stomach was fluttering as we piled into the cars in groups. Whatever had gone before, whatever was to come in our third year, I knew this was probably going to be one of the hottest nights of my life… To be concluded

SOMEONE possesses a truly filthy, delicious, magnificent imagination. May all your fantasies cum true !!!

I envy you guys who have such intense relationships with your fathers/sons. I loved my dad, but I never had any attraction to him.

9. Sean I woke up before the alarm went off. I always hated when I did that; it meant that I could have slept longer. Even if it was only a few seconds, it made a difference. Even worse, it was a Saturday morning. I didn't even have to go to work. The one good thing was that Vic had his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and his erection was nestled between my ass cheeks, gently rubbing against my hole. "Morning," he murmured, as he pressed his hips against me. His cock was stiff, and I instinctively pushed back against him. He started to nibble on my ear. "You seem to be in a good mood," I said. I spread my legs slightly, letting his dick slide along my ass crack. "You too," he whispered in my ear. "Hungry for something, it seems." "You know what I want." "My dick?" "Yeah," I said. "Your hard fucking poz cock." Vic reached down, and pressed a thick finger against my ass. He slowly circled around the edges of my hole, still slightly wet and slippery from him fucking me the night before. "Come on," I said. "Fuck me again." "That's my boy," Vic whispered into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent chills down my body. Even though I had been living with him for five year, I still was hungry for his dick. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to breed me. "Just put it in me. Fucking breed me." "Slow down boy. A man likes to take his time. Get to know a hole." The tip of his finger was brushing against my hole and just barely pressing in. The teasing was driving me crazy. My own cock was throbbing, and the only way I would get release was for Vic to fuck me. "Prepare it." "I know what I want." "I know," Vic said. "A hard pounding?" "Well, yeah, of course. But. I meant something to prepare me." "Ohh," Vic said, finally understanding. "Before the party?" I glanced at the clock. We were due at Jon & JP's in two hours. There was plenty of time. "We'll call it pre-gaming," I said. "Damn. I like the way you think." Tim stopped playing with my hole, and reached back on the bed table. "Fuck," he said. "What?" I asked. "I think we used all the tina the other night. Remember. When Eli came over?" I winced at the memory. It had taken two booty bumps before I felt comfortable with Eli's thick black cock pounding my hole. "Yeah," I said. I remembered emptying out the baggie for the last booty bump. I even licked up the last few grains. Tina did that to me, and yet, I was ready for another dance with her. "But damn." "Yeah," Vic said, and rolled on to his stomach. Immediately, I missed the feel of his skin against me. "You think we should re-stock?" I wanted his dick in me, and knew I couldn't be distracted. The booty would have been nice, but the most important part was to get Vic's seed. "I'm sure Jon & JP are well-stocked," I said. "I know," Vic said. He rolled me over, and pulled me closed to him. Not as close as I wanted to be, but it was better than before. "But I was thinking about after. You. Me. Just the two of us." He gave me a long kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. "And packed bathhouse," he finished. "That is a plan I can get into." "Well. Other men are going to get into you. You want to check with Leo? He told he had some good shit the other day." Leo was our regular source. Aside from having pure and powerful party favors, he also had a really beautiful cock. He wasn't at all shy about showing it off, and he loved to feed it to me. I grabbed my cell phone and texted Leo. As I waited for a reply, I curled up against Vic, and ran my fingers through the thick hair covering his muscular chest. He was twenty years my senior, but yet, it seemed like he was in better shape than I was. We were occasionally teased about the age difference, but I had long ago accepted it. We complemented each other in so many ways that the age seemed like a small thing. "I want your cock in me," I said. "I know. I want my cock in you. I want my cum in you." "Your hot poz cum," I said. "You got tested last week, right?" Vic nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Still undetectable." "Damn," I said. "You know you taste better when your viral load is high." "You just like getting bred properly," Vic replied. "Yeah," I admitted. "I do." My phone buzzed. "Especially when I'm spun," I said, before reading the message. As expected, the message was from Leo. "Cloudy morning. Come on over," he wrote. "Perfect. There in 30-40," I texted back. I turned back to Vic. "Wanna get ready?" I asked. "Sure," he said. We both got up and started getting ready. I got in the shower, careful to clean out in preparation for everything that the day had planned for us. When I stepped out of the shower, Vic was waiting for me. He was holding the glass pipe and a torch. "You want?" Vic asked. "I found a little extra." "Fuck yeah," I said. After I took the pipe and torch from him, he bent me over the counter. My ass was up in the air, open and exposed. Vic knelt down behind me, and started to rim me. "Damn," I moaned. He hadn't shaved in a few days, and his stubble was rough against my sensitive hole. I lit the torch, melted the crystal, and inhaled deeply. It had been a few days since I had last smoked, and I welcomed the familiar feeling of limitless pleasure. I held the hit as long as I could, even as Vic's talented tongue pressed further into my hole. "You should be dripping cum," Vic mumbled, his voice blocked by my muscular ass cheeks. "I know," I said, finally exhaling the hit. As soon as my lungs were empty, I put the pipe back in my mouth and took another big hit. I didn't care how high I got. In fact, what we had planned would be easier and far more fun for everybody if I was tweaked out of my mind. "That's what I want, boy," Vic said, as I exhaled and started on my third hit. He got back up and stood next to me. I stood on my toes and he leaned down; our lips met, and I exhaled my hit into his mouth. "Get my sexy boy tweaked out," he continued as we swapped the cloud back and forth. He wrapped an arm around my body, and reached down to find my hole. "Oh fuck," I moaned. The first waves of tina-high bliss were breaking over me, and I was shivering in ecstasy. "Fuck," I moaned again. "I need to get bred." "One last hit," Vic said, "Then we can go to Leo's." "And get more?" "And get more favors. Plus, hopefully some sperm for my slutty, sexy boy's hole." The crystal was hitting Vic as well; when he was spun, he loved to watch me get fucked. It didn't hurt that when I was spun, I loved to get my ass fucked by as many men as possible. "One last hit for you," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. He held the torch under it; there was not much of the crystal remaining, so it started to smoke quickly. I was careful about how little was left, and made sure not to waste any of it. Vic pulled the lighter away after a few more seconds. "I want you spun boy," Vic said. We had smoked together so often that I knew that by the time the bowl stopped smoking, my lungs would be full. Then all I had to do was hold it as long as I could. "That's my tweaker boy," he continued. He leaned in and kissed me, long and deep, his tongue probing my mouth. I tried to exhale the hit to him, but Vic just shook his head. "Now," he finally whispered, and I exhaled into his mouth. It took a few seconds to fully exhale, but Vic's lungs took all of it in. "Yeah," he said. I looked up into his eyes; he had that glazed, distant look that meant he had taken a few hits already. "Fuck," he moaned, as he exhaled the cloud. "Ok. I gotta take a quick shower. Get everything?" I quickly packed our to-go bag. It was already full of various toys and things, but I added the case with our party supplies. I wished that there was more tina. My ass was twitching, and I knew a quick booty bump would make it feel so much better. But I knew any last crystal we had in the house had gone into the pipe Vic had offered me. I was about to pull on a pair of cargo shorts when Vic suddenly tossed me a black jockstrap. "Wear something appropriate," he said. He had also put on a jock, albeit white; his dick was already straining against the fabric. Vic had taken a lot less time than me in the shower, but then, Vic rarely ever bottomed. I grabbed a ratty old t-shirt; it was a bit threadbare, and sized for me before I started spending a lot of time at the gym. "Good choice," Vic said, slapping my still-exposed ass. I found a pair of sweat pants, and pulled them on. "Come on," Vic called from the hallway. "The Lyft is almost here." I grabbed a Nasty Pig ball cap, a pair of sunglasses, and the party bag, before running out into the hall. Vic had already gotten on his shoes; I opted for a pair of flip-flops, as it was faster. I was glad I had grabbed the sunglasses when we stepped out into the brilliant morning sunlight. The air was warm, the sun bright, and the crystal was hitting me. There was nothing that I wasn't ready to do. Vic locked the door, and pointed me to the grey Prius waiting. He followed behind me, and we climbed into the back. "Vic," he said to the driver. "Amit," the dark-skinned driver said, as he tapped on his phone. A map taking us to Leo's house appeared on the screen. The message on the bottom said it was only a ten-minute drive away. "You boys having a good morning?" "Yeah," Vic said. "Just getting started, headed over to a friend's place." "Ahh, cool," the driver said. I thought he was going to ask something more, but he was interrupted by a phone call. "Sorry guys," he said, and started talking rapidly in a language I couldn't even identify, much less understand. It seemed that because of the phone call, he was driving slower than normal. Or maybe I was just tweaking hard. Given that in less than five minutes he had us at Leo's front steps made me think it was just tina fucking with my perception. "Here you go," he said briefly before returning to his call. Vic and I got out of the car. Vic grabbed the party bag and we walked up to the front door. It was a 3-story apartment building, shaped like a U away from the street, with a quiet inner courtyard. I rang the bell for Leo; I had it memorized. I wondered if the neighbors ever noticed the men coming and going at all hours. "Come on up," Leo said through small speaker, then buzzed us in. The elevator was always slower than the stairs, so we climbed the four flights of stairs up to his third-floor apartment, at the end of the hallway. "Damn, your ass looks good," Vic muttered from behind me, as we climbed up to the drug dealer's apartment. He reached up, grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. "Watch it," I said. "We're not at home." I pulled my shorts back up, and swatted his hand away from me once more. I finally solved the problem by making him walk ahead of me. "Come on," he said, looking back at me with a devilish grin. "I know you want to show off your asshole." Over the years, between addiction, recovery, and balance, he had learned what burned at my core and how to harness it for our pleasure. I did want to show off my asshole. I wanted show it off to strangers and let them use me for their pleasure. At the end, it would be time for Vic to fuck me, and push me towards my ultimate limit. We arrived at Leo's apartment. The door was slightly ajar; Vic knocked on it, before opening it. "Come on in," Leo said from inside the apartment. Vic held the door as I walked into the dimly lit hallway. Leo was standing in front of me, wearing a pair of basketball shorts. The thin fabric barely hid the outline of his stiff cock. I stopped to stare for a moment; from much experience I knew exactly what it would feel like fucking me. "Hey there," Vic called out to Leo, as he shut the door behind me. I heard the click of the lock; we wouldn't be interrupted unless we planned it. Vic put down the party bag by the door. "I think Sean wants to show you something," Vic said. He turned to me. "Go ahead. You know you want to." I turned around, facing Vic, and bent over, showing off my ass to Leo. I gave it a shake, then pulled down my shorts enough to expose my hole. "Fuck," Leo said, reaching down to stroke his cock. "That's nice. I have a few things I want to stick up there." "Well, let's get this party started," Vic said. He nodded at me, and I stood back up, and followed Leo into the living room. There was a big TV against the wall, currently playing bareback porn. On the other side was a big couch, and in the middle a coffee table, prominently displaying a glass water pipe. "First though," Leo said. "You gotta try this new stuff." He handed Vic the water pipe and torch. "It's amazing. Fucking pure." He looked at me. "You wanna smoke? Or maybe you want a booty bump?" The grin on his face made it clear what he wanted. "Booty bump," I said. I was about to step out of my shorts, but Vic interrupted me with a kiss and a shotgun. "Mmmmm," I murmured as the fresh hit of drugs spread into my bloodstream. "Definitely a booty bump," Vic said. He exhaled the last of his hit, and went immediately for another one. As the sounds of Vic sucking up the clouds through the water pipe filled the room, I turned back to Leo. His light brown goatee only accentuated his devilish smile. "You know what to do," he said, as he knelt down at the coffee table and opened a grey steel lock box. I pushed down my sweat pants; they were tight, just under my ass cheeks. I bent over, wrapping my arms around my legs. There was a slight draft in the room, and it felt cool against my exposed hole. "That's it," Leo said. He had opened a big Tupperware, filled with giant shards of crystal. From the corner, he selected a shard that must have been a quarter. "Perfect shard for a perfect hole." I shivered slightly. By the time Leo had finished, I was going to be flying, and the day was only just starting out. But, the shard was a promise of something more; any doubt I had about getting Leo's cock had been dispelled. Vic exhaled his hit, and my eyes were momentarily obscured by the cloud. "Both of you are going to be in the zone by the time I'm done with you," Leo said. "That's what we're here for," Vic said. Leo walked to where I was. With one hand, he spread my ass cheeks completely apart, exposing my hole. I looked up, and saw Vic staring at us, playing with his dick through his shorts. "Tweak my boy up." "You know it," Leo said. With his other hand, he pressed the shard into my hole. It was sharp and intense at first, but the rough edges quickly melted away. Leo licked his finger. He pressed it into my hole and pushed the shard deeper into my hole. There was just enough water left up there to help it melt. Because I was bent over, gravity would help it soak deeper into my guts. "That's good," Leo said, giving my ass a slap, and pulling up my shorts. "Let it soak in for a minute or two while your man and I get our heads in the cloud." Vic ran his hand over my back, and up under my shorts. "It was so hot seeing you take that shard," he said. He knelt down and whispered directly in my ear. "I want to see you take his load." I turned my head and kissed him. "Be my little slut boy," he whispered, before standing back up. Leo took the opportunity to lean over and shotgun his hit to Vic. The two swapped spit and smoke as their bodies pressed against each other. "Yeah," Leo said, as he broke off the kiss, and still exhaled a big cloud. "That's it," he continued. Vic followed and exhaled his hit; it was seemingly just as big. "Come on over," he said, motioning me to where the two men stood. "I bet you're getting hungry right about now." I stood up, and immediately realized just how big of a hit Leo had stuffed up my ass. My ass was burning as the shard melted deep inside of me. It was like getting slammed, only in slow-motion, as the drug slowly built up in my bloodstream. I joined the two men, and was immediately pulled into their tight circle. Our bodies were pressed against each other which made it easier for our mouths and tongues to meet. We kissed for a long time. I remember Leo's thigh pressed against mine, and feeling his phone buzzing several times as we made out. Finally, Leo broke it off, so he could check his phone. As he was tapping on his phone, Vic pushed me down to my knees, and directed me towards Leo. "Fuck yeah," Leo muttered, looking down just long enough to push down his basketball shorts and free his cock. I lost track of myself, just staring at the cock, trying to understand the layers of masculinity and power encoded in Leo's phallus. Finally, I helped Leo step out of his Once Leo was naked, Vic pressed my head forward and directly onto Leo's cock. I opened my mouth, feeling that singular combination of velvet softness wrapped around the core of solid hardness. "Oh, fuck yeah," Leo said. His phone buzzed again, and as he looked down, he slid his dick another few inches into my mouth. "Hey. A client of mine is coming over in a bit," Leo said. "He's cool. Very cool. You cool?" "Yeah," Vic said. "We're very cool." "Boo-yah," Leo said. "Now let's get it cloudy!" He put his hand on the back of my head, and took two steps back; it was just enough for him to collapse on the couch. I scrambled to keep up with him, and in the process, scraped and bruised my knees. But in the fog of tina, it barely registered. All that mattered was Leo's cock. Vic sat down next to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start another hit from the bong. However, given that Leo was holding my head down on his dick, my attention was focused there rather than on my boyfriend. "All the way down," Leo muttered, as he pressed on the back of my head, and forced me further down his cock. I closed my eyes in order to better concentrate on Leo's dick. His dickhead was nestled against the back of my throat, and each movement by either myself or Leo threatened to push the thick shaft into my throat. "Just relax and take it," Leo said, and thrust his hips up towards my mouth. His cock slid in, filling my throat. My body wanted to gag in reaction, but I was just spun enough that I didn't care. Instead, I swallowed the entire length of his dick. I opened my eyes, and saw that Vic had exhaled his hit. The last remnants of the cloud were drifting down to the ground around me. I looked up long enough to see the two men making out, and Vic's hand down his shorts, playing with his dick. "You look good with another man's cock in your mouth," Vic said. Before he could say anything else, the doorbell rang. "You want to get that?" Leo asked. "I'm a bit busy. The phone is by the door." "Sure," Vic said, and stood up. He did a quick hit from the still-warm bong. As he inhaled, he reached down and pulled my shorts down a bit, just enough to expose a bit of my ass. "That's what I want to see," he said. He put down the bong, and left the living room to get the door. "You're going to be sucking me off when Hunter walks in," Leo said. Leo grabbed the bong, lit the bowl, and took a long hit off of it. I watched him, but despite my drug-hunger, I didn't dare let his cock fall out of my mouth. "Fuck, that's nice," he said as he slowly exhaled his hit. "Cocksucker. Crystal Meth. A lot better than smoking and jacking." He stared at me for a moment. "Your turn," he finally said, and pulled me off his cock. I wrapped my lips around the top of the bong. It was just about the same diameter as his cock; I wondered if the dimensions of his manhood influenced Leo's choice of drug paraphernalia. Leo held the torch, and I inhaled. Right as I took my first breath, I heard the knock on the apartment door. Vic opened it almost immediately. "Hi," he said. "I'm Vic." Leo didn't do anything. He kept the torch under the bowl. "You're gonna do a big hit for me. Then hold it as long as you can while you suck on my dick." My ass twitched. I was going to be sucking Leo off when Hunter walked in, and I was going to have to blow a cloud before I even could say hello. "I'm Hunter," the new man said. His voice was a bit rough, like he had been sucking dick all night. "We're in the living room," Vic said. He slapped the guy on the back, and despite the bubbling of the water bong as I inhaled, I thought I heard them kiss. "You're fucking hot," Vic continued. I nodded my head to Leo; my lungs were almost full. "A little more," he said, but took the torch away from the blow. I inhaled the last wisp as the crystal quickly cooled down. "Now, suck me," Leo said as he pulled me off the glass bong, and pressed me back down on the hard dick. "You too," Hunter said, still in the hallway. "You guys having fun?" There was a bit of indistinct chatter; I strained to make it out, but it was too faint. It may have just been the two men making out. "Well, let's get it started," Vic said, his voice getting louder as he walked down the hallway towards the living room. I was down on my knees, my ass exposed, and my mouth wrapped my drug dealer's cock. I had started the day wrapped in my boyfriend's arms, safe and happy; barely two hours later, I was here. It felt both humiliating and arousing. "You guys been partying?" Hunter asked. He was still in the hallway. I couldn't hold my breath any longer, and I exhaled a thick cloud of tina-smoke. I opened my eye, but it was all a dense fog. "See for yourself," Vic said. He was in the living room now, and I assumed Hunter was close behind. "Oh fuck, that's hot," Hunter said. "Who's the cocksucker." "He's my boyfriend," Vic said. "Oh man, I didn't mean," Hunter stammered. Vic cut him off. "Don't worry about it. He's a slutty boy." He reached over and pulled my shorts down the rest of the way. I wiggled my ass, happy for the attention. "You want to fuck him?" Vic asked. "Hell yeah," Hunter said. "Well, let's get your clothes on the ground and your head in the clouds," Leo said. "In that order." He turned his head. "You too, Victor." He passed the bong to one of the men. A few seconds later, I felt a shirt brush against my torso, then a pair of shorts on the other side. From the first side, I heard the bubbling of the bong. "Nice," Leo said. I pulled off slightly, and started to turn my head in order to get a glimpse of the unknown man. Leo quickly pushed me back and down. "We'll see about that," he said. He continued, directing his voice to one of the men. "Yeah, there," he said. Something landed on the couch next to us. "Thanks," he said. "Slutty, you say?" said Hunter. "Yeah. Specially when he's tweaked." He turned his attention to Leo and myself. "Sean, let's go another level." That usually meant the day was going to get tweakier and kinkier. "But first, Leo, you want?" "Sure," Leo said. "Just relax," he said to me. He grabbed the object next us. I realized it was a blindfold when Leo pulled it over my eyes. As Leo adjusted the fit, one of the men put his arm across my back. I knew it was Vic; the years had woven familiarity into our skin. "You're gonna get fucked. And you're never going to see him," Vic whispered into my ear. "My fucking slutty boy." I nodded in agreement. In the background, the bubbling had started again; Hunter was doing another hit. Vic reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole. "He's had a booty bump. He should be ready for that big one." Hunter exhaled. It was a big one; even I could smell the sweet crystal. "Spit and determination are all you need." The bong bubbled again. A pause, and then Hunter continued. "Although his mouth seems to be in use already." "Yeah," Leo said. "How about 'Lube and Force' as a motto for the morning?" "As long as it doesn't involve a condom," Hunter said. My ass twitched in anticipation. I had every reason to think it would be raw. Now the barebacking was confirmed. "Not in my house," Leo said. "High and Raw. And both of you need to do another bong hit." Almost as soon as he finished, I heard the familiar bubbling of the bong. The blindfold was disconcerting; I wanted to turn and watch Vic suck the crystal down, but the thick leather blocked all the light. Nevertheless, the blindfold made it easier to concentrate on what was important. I wrapped an arm around Leo's waist. It gave me the leverage to pull myself further down Leo's cock. He gave an appreciative moan as his dickhead pressed deeper into my throat, and I felt a bit of pre-cum dribble out. "You're gonna get me off if you're not careful," he said. He tightened his grip on my head and held me in place a few moments. "Poppers," he said. The bottle landed next to me. Leo unscrewed the top and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply. Just as much as I needed the crystal, I also needed these drugs. The warm, familiar yet chemical scent filled my nose. It was a softer high than the tina, and even the first hit helped smooth over the harsher edges of the crystal. My body relaxed a bit and I was able to swallow all of Leo's hard shaft with ease. "You're sure it's ok?" Hunter asked. "He wants it," Vic said. "So, fuck him. Fuck him hard. Fuck him deep. And fuck him raw." "Right on," Hunter said. "Now, let's get these off you," he continued as he helped me get the shorts off of me. "Jockstrap, huh," he said. One of his fingers found my hole. It was thick, and the skin was rough, like he worked outside a lot. "I like that. Keeps your cock out of the way, and your hole right at the ready." I shivered as his finger pressed into me. I had no idea who this man was, other than he was a drug user. Yet, I was still letting him touch me and violate me in front of my boyfriend. It was the tina that was doing this. It was opening me up to new possibilities. My hole twitched. Hunter's exploration of my anus had found the dry booty bump. "You gotta shard up there?" he asked. "Yeah," Leo said. "He's got one up there. Nice big one too." "Here," Vic said, and poured some lube on my hole. Hunter pushed it into my hole, greasing it up, and pushing the drugs deeper into my body. "More," Hunter said. "I want that hole wet." Hunter pulled his fingers out of my hole, and Vic poured some lube directly on my hole. It dripped into me, cooling the tissue inflamed by the tina. "Spread him open a bit," Vic said. Hunter obliged by sticking three fingers into my hole. He spun them around a few times, just barely long enough for me to get used to it, before spreading them open. Vic took the opportunity and poured in the lube with a steady stream from the bottle. "That's good," Hunter said. Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of my hole, massaging it a bit to let it close up. I had been arching my back, so all of the tina and lube stayed there. I could feel the crystal's warmth spread across my hole. It was hard to concentrate; the feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me. Leo's cock was good; it kept me from completely freaking out. But I wanted something more. Something fucking my hole. I didn't have to wait long. Hunter lined up his dick against my hole, and pressed in. He was thicker than I expected, even thicker than Vic. I needed a second to adjust; I reached back to get Hunter to give me a second to get used to it. But Vic grabbed my hand and held it down against my back. "You're gonna get fucked. Get used to it," he said. "Damn," Hunter moaned, as he pressed his dick further into me. "Hot. Wet. Tight. Just what I want in a hole." "And raw," Vic added. "Well, of course," Hunter said. He pulled out, and pushed back in, this time deeper. "And tweaked. Speaking of which," he said. "You want a hit?" Vic asked. "Yeah," Hunter said. A few seconds later, the torch was hissing, and then a few seconds after that, Hunter started to inhale. I tried to time how long his hit took, but I got distracted by pre-cum dripping from Leo's cock. But it ended, and the two men behind me shotgunned the hit back and forth. "Fuuuck," Hunter finally moaned, as he exhaled the last of the tina and pressed his dick all the way into my hole. "Not sure how long I can last." "No need for you to pull out," Vic said. "Breed my man's hole. Cum in his ass." "So, fucking hot," Hunter said. "Pounding his hole." Hunter's pace was picking up and each stroke was a quick, forceful thrust into my hole. He was an intense fuck, and yet, I was loving every minute of it. It made me feel good to know that Vic was next to me, watching every moment of Hunter's penetration. Although he threatened to cum, his thrusts quickly fell into a steady cadence. I lost track of time as I alternated my attention between Leo's dick in my throat and Hunter's dick in my ass. Finally, Hunter grunted. "Fucking close," he said. "Breed him," Vic said. "Impregnate him," Leo said. "Fuck yeah!" Hunter said, and slammed his dick into me. This time he held it, and I felt the shaft swell as a spurt of cum traveled down the length. The jet was intense, and I felt the warmth erupt deep in my guts. I pulled off of Leo's cock for a second. "Please, fuck me," I grunted, and gasped some air. Leo pushed me back down on his cock, and Hunter rewarded me with several more blasts of sperm. "Fill him up," Vic said. Hunter slammed into me, and delivered another spurt of cum. "Almost drained me," Hunter said, as his pace slowed and then stopped. There was one more spurt of spooge, then a relative stillness settled over Hunter. He had reached orgasm and had bred a hole. His job was done. "Fuck. That was a what I needed to start off the day." He slowly pulled his cock out. As the dickhead popped out of my ass, I tightened my hole to keep every precious drop of his semen inside me. "And I can get you the way to keep the day going great," Leo said. "How much did you have in mind?" he asked. "I dunno. Like three?" Hunter asked. Behind me, he wiped his dick off on my ass cheeks before standing up. As he stepped away, Vic knelt down and traced around my ass hole. I was grateful to Vic, because Leo also guided my head off of his dick. I was still wearing the blindfold, so the loss of both Hunter's and Leo's cocks was even more salient to me. "Felt good to have a man cum in you, didn't it?" Vic asked me, as he pressed a finger into my hole. "Yeah," I moaned, pressing my ass back against Vic's finger. I wanted more inside of me. But Vic knew my ways, and moved his hand with my ass, ensuring that only an inch or two was in me. Behind him, Leo and Hunter were muttering softly as Leo measured out the party favors. "Anonymous cum," Vic whispered in my ear. "Fucking slut. Gets me so hard." He slid his finger deeper in my ass. "Partied-up ass. And it's already got a load up there." I was getting so turned on by Vic's dirty talk. "Make Leo fuck me," I grunted, hungry for more dick. "Please?" Even I could hear the hunger in my voice. "Damn. My boy's thirsty," Vic said. Behind us, the drug sale was wrapping up. When Leo walked Hunter to the door, Vic pulled off my blindfold. It took me a second to adjust to the light, but as I looked around, I heard the door shut. I had never even seen who fucked me. "Slut," Vic said, as I looked around trying to catch any hint of Hunter. "Never even saw him." I nodded in agreement. Leo walked back in the room. "Well, that was fun. Now, what can I do for you?" "Well," Vic said. "I'm looking for some favors. Maybe about six?" We usually bought in bulk. It was easier to always have some around. Besides, Leo was usually generous in the bigger orders. "And I think Sean here wants your load." "He was going to get it anyway," Leo said, as he knelt down by the coffee table and started pulling out scales, bags, and drugs. It was going to take a while, so I got on the couch to watch. Within a few seconds, my legs were up in the air, and I was playing with my hole. "Yeah," Leo said, "I see you. Give me a minute or two." I wished Vic hadn't left the bag by the door. I needed something in me, something more than just a finger, and the dildos I had put in the bag would be ideal. But the finger was better than nothing. I could feel Hunter's cum in my hole, and I gently pressed it deeper into me. The warmth was comforting. "There you are," Leo finally said. "And there's a bit extra there for you," Vic had put two hundred on the coffee table, and took three tightly packed small bags of the crystal. "And now, I think you need something better than that finger," Leo said, turning his attention to me. "I know," I said, pulling my finger out of my hole. I spread my ass cheeks apart, letting Leo see the drops of sperm dripping out of my asshole. "Now you gonna bring that monster on?" I asked. The bravado came from the tina doing all of the talking for me. "Or do I have to do it myself." Leo was up in second, and before I could react, he was kneeling in front of me, his dick already searching for my hole. "You're gonna get what you need," Leo said. There was an edge of anger to his voice, and his eyes bored into me. I stared back, not as a provocation, but it felt like I was seeing him for the first time. I was staring at his face, studying the lines of the goatee, the stubble already growing in, his defined chin, and the gleam in his eyes. I suddenly understood what he was. He only looked human, but he was a daemon. Our eyes locked, and I knew that I had figured him out. He smiled, gave me the barest hint of a wink, and then rammed his cock into me. It all made sense. The drug dealing. The barebacking. He was here to corrupt us all. "Take it, sexy fucker," he grunted at me, as his dick disappeared into my hole. I looked at him again. He was once more just Leo, the drug dealer fucking me raw. It had been a tina hallucination. Maybe even a tina fantasy. It had been real for a moment. But now the only reality that mattered was that Leo was pounding at my hole. Leo at his easiest was an intense fuck. Leo after partying all morning and having his dick sucked was a difficult and harsh fuck. I was thankful for the booty bump he had given me earlier. "You ok?" Vic asked me. He had sat down next to me on the couch. "He's amazing," Leo answered. "Fucking hot cummy hole," he said. He pulled out of me, then slammed back into me. "That's exactly what I want to hear about my boy's hole," Vic said. "Give him a good, deep fucking." Leo was already pounding my hole hard. Vic's instructions just gave him permission to pound it even harder. "I know you can take it," he whispered in my ear. "You are so hot when you are getting fucked." Leo was relentless in his pounding. Luckily, Vic was there next to me, whispering encouraging words into my ear. It was turning into a dirty, intense, drug-fueled morning fuck, and we all fell under the spell. Time seemed to drift by; at times delightfully slow, at times agonizingly fast. The constant was my ass getting fucked by an expert cocksman, and comforted by my boyfriend. After about thirty minutes of fucking, Vic whispered in my ear. "You want another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah," I said. Before I could say anything else, the bong was in my hands, and Vic was heating the bowl. Leo slowed down, just enough for me to inhale deeply without gasping from his muscular thrusts. "Big hit," Leo said. "I want you spun out when I cum in you." "I'm sure he knows what to do," Vic said. The two of them were daring me to smoke more crystal. I was just high enough to take them up on that dare. I gulped down the thick clouds as quickly as the bowl filled up. "That's right," he whispered, caressing my hair. "Keep on sucking," he said. Finally, my lungs were full. I pushed the bong away, and Leo grabbed it from me. I held my breath as long as I could as I watched Leo fill his lungs up. "Fuck," Vic said. "Two tweaked out men." I couldn't hold the hit any longer, and exhaled. "Two spun out men, fucking," I said. Leo had handed the bong back to Vic, and had returned to his energetic fucking. As Vic hit the bong, Leo leaned in and kissed me, shotgunning his hit to me. "Hold it," he said, and slammed his cock into my hole. I winced; I wanted a bit more lube. But, as he had instructed me, I didn't exhale any of it. After a good minute of him fucking, Vic turned to me. "Exhale now," he said. I breathed out the thick cloud right into his face. As soon as my lungs were empty, he pressed his lips against mine, and gave me my third hit in quick succession. We kissed much longer, and Vic's hand started to explore my body, starting at my chest, working his way over my flat abs, and finally finding my cock. It was limp from the tina, but yet the nerve endings were primed and sensitive. "Good thing you're getting fucked," he said, before he started to kiss me again. Quickly, the three of us got lost again in the crystal fog. At one point, I tried to suck Vic off. Unlike me, the drugs only made his cock harder, and I wanted to feel his masculinity invade my body, just like Leo. He gently pushed me off, and started to kiss me again. "Later, my love. You'll get it all. But you need to be fucked more first." "Promise?" I asked. "Promise," he said, right as Leo slammed his dick into me particularly forcefully. It must have been at least another thirty minutes of raw fucking before Leo started breathing harder. "You gonna breed my slut boy?" Vic asked. "Hell yeah," Leo said. "Fucking dump my load in him." "That's what he's here for," Vic said. "To take our fucking loads. Fill him up." "Hell yeah," Leo grunted, slamming his dick back into me. He held it, and his ramrod-hard shaft pulsed. I felt the familiar warmth of another man's semen erupt in the depths of my gut. "Fucking." Another spurt of cum landed deep in my ass. "Take." The spurts continued, as he thrust his dick in and out of me. "My." Now he pulled out halfway, all the better to completely coat my ass. "Load." He pulled out for the last spurt, coating my tender ring with the dregs of his balls. "Fucking beautiful," Vic said. "Your ass. Covered in Leo's cum." "Damn," Leo grunted. "I needed that." He rubbed his dickhead against my hole, and spread the cum around. He pressed his dick back into me. It pushed more of his seed into my hole, which I gratefully accepted. He pulled out and stood up. I quickly got off the couch and knelt down in front of him I licked the last few drops of sperm from his dick. I knew what Leo's cum tasted like. His seed was a bit bitter. It was the taste I associated with heavy crystal use. It was a taste I craved more of. I could also take a new man; it was from the load Hunter had pumped into me. "Damn, you are a nasty slut," Vic said. I looked up, he was staring at me, entranced by me taking dick straight from fucking. "Nothing like ass-to-mouth," Leo said. Despite that, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. "Too sensitive," he said, by way of explanation. "Now, bend over for me." I spread my legs and bent over for him. "Fuck," Leo said. "Look at that hole. Two dicks and two loads just this morning." "Not enough," I said. "He's a hungry slut," Vic said. "It's hot," Leo said. 'And I know just what's going to make it even better for him. He pulled up his sweatpants. "Another pounding from your dick?" I asked hopefully. I stared at the outline still visible in his sweat pants. "Close, but not now." He opened the lock box on the coffee table, and extracted a shard. "How big?" I asked. I wasn't sure what response I wanted from him. "More than big enough," he said. Before either Vic or I could get a glimpse of the shared, Leo pressed it into my anus. I gritted my teeth as the sharp edges pressed against my tender flesh. "Careful," Leo said to Vic. "If he was flying before, he'll be in orbit now." "That's what I want for him," Vic said. Leo pressed the crystal deeper into my hole, and then pulled out. He massaged my hole, getting it to close up around the shard. It took longer than normal; it had already been a two-cock morning. Once I felt confident none of the cock juice would leak out, I stood up and quickly put on my shorts and shirt again. "Let me know if you need to re-stock," Leo said. "Favors?" I asked. "Or dick." "Well, always able to help out with the first," he said. "The second, well, give me a bit." "Don't worry, boy," Vic said, wrapping an arm around me. "We've got the next party. I'm sure you can find cum there." We followed Leo to the door. "I think I've got everything," Vic said. He patted his pocket, where the baggies of crystal had been secured. I had grabbed the backpack with all the other required goods. "Cool. You have my number?" Leo asked. "Of course," I said. "And thanks for the load." I gave Leo a hug and a kiss. The kiss lingered as Leo's tongue explored my mouth. "I can taste my dick," he said. "Fucking hot slut." He turned to Vic. The two men also kissed. "And hot man," Leo said. He winked at me, and for a brief moment, I saw the same daemon I thought I had imagined earlier. "How are you?" Vic asked. "Those were some pretty intense fucks you took." "Damn. But god. I need more dick. Your dick." "Of course, you do my slut." He pushed me against the wall and gave me a long kiss. It was only interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. Vic pulled it out, and quickly read the message. He smiled. "Yeah," he exclaimed. "I've got two boys I get to play with today." He showed me the text. It was from Cal, the party hosts' boy. "I need dick. Your dick."