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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.

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.

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 remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

In the UK we don’t have the fraternity system, with perhaps the closest equivalent being the ‘colleges’ at some older universities, but even this is really very different. No, on this side of the Pond we will usually have our first year at uni in individual rooms within a hall of residence or some other university-run student accommodation, and then head off with a group of people into the local rental market for flats and houses for the subsequent academic years. Sometimes houses are rented just for a year at a time, sometimes a group may do a deal with a landlord to stay for the whole of the two to three years required to finish their degrees with little or no rent paid over the summer break. However, the house I rented with nine other friends for two full years had a definite ‘frat house’ quality about it. Such a large group together is very rare, not least because houses of that size don’t tend to be marketed to students, but we had landed this one thanks to its owner having died (an old lady who lived by herself, if you can believe it for such a large place), and the executor of the estate having given up trying to sell it in a weak market and instead opting to try for a guaranteed income off the local student population. The penalties for damage were pretty severe, but the discounts for doing it up were also very attractive. We got them to put in a new kitchen and do up the main bathroom before we arrived, but we had then put some care into gradually re-painting the house, kitting it out from IKEA (recharging reasonable elements of that to the estate), and we also tackled the jungle-like garden. Such a large group was possible as we had all been together on campus in a mini-block at Hatton Hall, and had really bonded. Yes, there were a few others in that block who hadn’t really integrated with the rest of us, but to end up with there being ten guys who were randomly placed together by a computer who all got along like we did was quite amazing. All of us were athletic (albeit doing different sports), we all liked to have fun, and if we were Stateside we would have been thought of as quintessential ‘jocks’. On the surface at least. You see, we also shared something else in common, namely a bit of ‘flexibility’ when it came to sex. This was discovered guy by guy over the course of the first term, until there was basically bed-hopping happening throughout the block every night. What everyone got up to varied as far as I could tell, but the ten of us all played with everyone else at some point and occasionally things happened in larger groups. Plenty of the guys also went off and found fun with girls too, whilst Josh was out and proud from the outset so he was having plenty of encounters with guys elsewhere too. The summer before we moved into the house is when I decided that I was basically gay as well. As much as I did feel something for a woman’s form, after the year I’d had in Hatton Hall I knew my future was going to be all about guys. You see, I had discovered that I was an absolute power-bottom. I knew some of the other guys took it up the arse as well, but without fail every bit of fun I had with my blockmates involved me getting fucked and bred. I was so insatiable that I let it be known I was available whenever and wherever needed, so in truth I probably got the most action out of all of us given how many times in the average day one of them would stop by for a quick fuck. I loved longer sessions or even when I slept the whole night wrapped up in bed with any one of them, but dropping my shorts and bending over the sink when one of them was horny was awesome too. Contrary to what porn may suggest, I was the tallest and most well-built of all of us. So, anyway, that brings me back to the house we moved into at the start of our second year. We had all come back a couple of weeks early from our family homes around the country to work on the place before we had lectures or coursework to worry about, and it was no problem that some bedrooms became uninhabitable for short periods as we were all so happy sleeping with each other. I kept up my ‘duties’ throughout, being available whenever any of them fancied a fuck, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon to be finding the others fucking or blowing each other too. Even Marcus, who I think had been strictly a top during our first year, was now readily getting on all fours after what he called ‘an eventful summer in France’. Fortunately, with us all being 19 or 20, there was no shortage of cum to go around. We did continue to work on the house once term started, but had managed to get most of it done before then so tended to only do things when we could be bothered. This may surprise you for a house full of jocks, but we were all pretty committed to our studies and therefore made sure we worked hard. With sports teams and of course sex of various kinds taking up time, we only occasionally (and often individually) went back to the master to-do list on the fridge to see if we could tick off a job or two. The two smaller bathrooms and the extra downstairs toilet were laughably retro and remained that way all year, and we were still using quite a bit of the old lady’s furniture around the place, but it was absolutely fine. We also looked after it all well, with no-one getting up to ridiculous antics, and me, Josh, Bailey and Sean always going outside in the garden to smoke even if the weather was shite. So yes, the sex. Well, let’s just say we started getting a bit bolder. This was our own place, no others to worry about, and we were all just very relaxed with ourselves and each other. A couple of the guys still thought of themselves as straight, most as bi, a couple were unsure, Josh had been out from the start, and no-one batted an eyelid when I told them of my own epiphany (perhaps it was obvious to them given I was essentially the resident cumdump). With none of that hanging over us, we started to talk about or just introduce our own interests, kinks or whatever. For instance, where Tom would only occasionally order someone on to their back so he could ride their cock, once you put a collar on him and chained him to something, he started to give me a run for my money in the cumdump department. Hugh revealed some pent-up desires from his many years in rugby changing rooms, which we eventually acted out by all wearing some old rugby kits he had sourced, gathering in the large main bathroom, and making him the focus of a bukkake session (which he enjoyed so much it became a monthly theme night, albeit with things evolving such that he and I would then take the other guys’ second loads from behind). Sam was not a smoker, but if you saw him with a packet of cigarettes then you knew it was a call to action as he would soon be in the shed at the end of the garden with his head hanging out of the window, his arse available for whatever anyone wanted to do to it m, all while he chain-smoked and - randomly - listened to music on a set of big headphones. I honestly don’t think I could accommodate the size of dildo that Sam has taken in that shed, and yet the rest of the time he rarely gets fucked. Bizarre. These are just some of the kinks we had fun with, amongst many others. Beyond that there were toga parties, strip poker, garden wrestling and many other activities that were a lot of fun and always ended up in an orgy. My kink, however, began to manifest after finding a couple of websites by accident on which I found either porn or stories that initially horrified me but, owing to the fact they also fascinated me, in time I realised tapped into something deeper. I did love going to sleep with one of the guys, whether I was the big or little spoon, but I fundamentally got off on just being used by all of them. Now, I had started to realise, my need for this was growing and I was actually starting to want to expand my horizons a bit. Yes, having nine hunks right on hand who are happy to breed you regularly is amazing, but I wanted to be truly used. Anonymously. Regularly. Dangerously. So, unlike everyone else, I started to look elsewhere to explore my kink rather than it being something the guys helped with. I started hooking up with men off apps, always seeking older guys who wanted to bareback and breed me. That just seemed to be part of what I was seeking, and I literally never did anything with younger guys or sex involving condoms. Even that wasn’t enough, so on a weekend when quite a few of the guys were either at away matches for their teams or had gone home to visit family, I headed into the National Trust estate near the campus via a couple of loose fence panels I had read about so that I could bend over by a certain tree and take whatever came my way. I also started visiting a disused toilet block next to the railway sidings that turned out to be a great place to get fucked through a gloryhole. In short, I had become an absolute cumslut. But it was via an app that my itch really got scratched. A guy in his 60s messaged me saying that he and his husband would like me to spend the night with them, and it seemed from my profile like I might enjoy that. His profile had some fields left empty, but it was in the photo album he unlocked for me that there were a couple of images that got my blood racing. Both were from the man’s POV while he was fucking his man, and clearly visible on his torso as well as his husband’s lower back were biohazard symbol tattoos. I wrote back and asked if they were poz, and he replied to say they were and they think that I want to be too. This freaked me out, despite the risks I had been taking lately despite not having got round to getting on PrEP, and I quickly closed the app. But I could not get the man’s words or images out of my mind, with the fascination eating away at me for three days. It was after I was left feeling strangely unsatisfied despite Liam, Bailey and Marcus having bred me in quick succession that I booted up the app again and wrote back a short and simple “yes please”. It took a couple of weeks before we managed to find a mutually convenient evening for us to meet up. During that time I flip-flopped repeatedly on whether I wanted to go through with this, but every time I nearly cancelled or thought about getting on PrEP, something stopped me. Despite the logical part of my brain telling me this was crazy, that it would probably mess up a great thing I had going in the house, that it would forever limit my options for a relationship and so on, I could not keep down the other part of me that just wanted to have this sordid experience. I did not know at the time what bugchasing was, nor had it been any part of my life prior to the guy messaging me, but I could not shake the newfound need to go through with it. It was a Friday night that, after a final fretful hour of soul-searching and drinking vodka to calm myself, I cycled over to the address the guy had given me. When he answered the door I was a little taken aback at how much thinner he looked than in his pictures, but he greeted me with a warm smile before coming out to open the gate to their side alley so I could securely store my bike. I then went inside, finding the house to be nicely decorated and very cosy. His husband was in the kitchen and came out to meet me, and while he was maybe a little beefier than the guy I had been messaging, his skin and muscles still looked a bit off. I realised then that this was the effect of them being poz, and my stomach gave an involuntary shudder. Still, I held my nerve and did not bolt for the door, instead joining them on their back patio for a couple of cigarettes and a few shots of whisky. The guy I had been messaging was called Harry, and his husband was Sid. They talked to me about uni life, sports, and marvelled when I described the goings-on at the house. Indeed, this got them so turned on that they started to become quite tactile, touching my arms and shoulders a bit before getting bolder and starting to feel my biceps, pecs and buttocks. When we were all getting more than a little horned up, we headed upstairs to their bedroom and got down to business. I stripped down to just my jockstrap, and then lay down on the bed on my front. Over the next maybe half an hour, either in that position, on all fours, or on my knees with my head on the bed, I let them prepare me for what was to follow. They fingered and rimmed me, and then towards the end pushed a toothbrush into me which I realised was probably to make me more susceptible to their HIV. Some part of my mind was screaming at me, but I was otherwise overtaken by the moment and just allowed it all to happen. Then, without much fanfare, Harry climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself on my back, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock into me. He let me adjust for a moment, and then began to rock his hips so that he was sliding in and out of my hole. Sid sat down on the bed next to me and gently began stroking my head as his husband fucked me, which did actually help me to relax and almost forget what was happening as I enjoyed the feelings radiating out from my hole. It was only stunted breathing and a final lunge into me that indicated Harry was cumming inside me. After he had calmed down and dismounted, Sid went round to the other end of the bed and encouraged me up onto all fours. He fingered me a little, before pushing his own cock into me. Harry watched this happen, before he came round and climbed up onto the bed so he was sitting in front of me. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to push his softening cock inside, the familiar taste of cum being mixed with something metallic. Somehow that didn’t send me into a panic, and I instead just closed my eyes and focused on swirling Harry’s cock around in my mouth as Sid’s fucking of my arse got progressively faster. He growled as he slammed into me one final time, and unlike with Harry, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole as he pumped me full of poz cum. This pushed me over the edge, and I came in my jockstrap without ever having touched my own cock. After some time coming down from the heat of the moment, the two men disengaged from me and got off the bed. Harry told me to stay put for a moment, before fishing a buttplug out of a bedside drawer which he lubed and then pushed into me. They then got their dressing gowns off the back of the door, Sid fished a spare one stolen from a hotel out of the wardrobe for me, and we all went back downstairs. They mixed some cocktails, and then we went back outside to smoke. They wanted only to talk more about the antics that my housemates and I got up to, so over a couple of drinks and cigarettes I regaled them of the various orgies, gangbangs and other activities we had engaged in at the hall of residence and subsequently the house. This, I realised, was entirely about getting them both hard again, but it was also getting me horny so that I was more than ready when Sid suggested we go back upstairs. This time, however, Harry opened the door next to their bedroom, and I went in to see that it was not a guest bedroom but actually a sex playroom. Even in the relatively small space available they had installed a sling on a frame, a padded leather bench of some description, a cushioned plastic floor mat, and a huge frame that looked like the St Andrew’s flag on its side. It was this that they steered me over to, and I obediently raised my arms and spread my legs to allow them to secure me in place using padded leather cuffs on chains at each corner. Harry pulled the chains tight and secured them behind the frame, and then with barely a hesitation, Sid took up position behind me. He pulled out the buttplug, and then pushed his cock into me in one quick go. “You like that boy?” he growled. “Yes” I panted. “You like having my poz cock in you again?” he continued. “Yes” I shouted, my heart racing. “I’m going to fuck you and breed another poz load into you” he said. “You want that?” “Yes” I growled. “You want both of us pumping you full of our toxic DNA so it will become part of you!” he roared. “Oh fuck” I panted, while bending my legs as much as I could to get my arse closer to him and his cock. The gentle nature of the two initial breedings was gone, and for the duration of this fuck Sid pounded me roughly while spewing a litany of poz talk. I could only moan, whimper and repeatedly tell him how much I wanted it. When he finally slammed in and pumped his load into me, I was almost delirious. Harry soon took his place, and I was once again being fucked hard by a toxic cock and loving every minute of it. Finally I was being used in a way that scratched that deepest of itches in me, and any thoughts about the ramifications were silenced. I was yelling for Harry to breed and poz me by the time he eventually did. They left me standing there while they got their breaths back, and then they worked together to unhook the chains from the cross before leading me over to the padded bench. I got down on it on all fours, and then they secured the same chains to hooks on its frame. Harry then went to open the curtains and window, while Sid fetched a large metal bowl from somewhere and placed it in on the floor below my face. He opened a bottle and poured a little water into the bowl, before putting a straw in the bottle and holding it to my lips so I could take a few sips. I wasn’t sure what the bowl was for until a cigarette was popped between my lips and lit, realising it was to allow me to smoke despite being immobilised on the bench. I heard them also lighting up, before they then set to work at my cum-soaked rear end. What I guessed must be a toothbrush was pushed into me again, and for quite a while I just huffed on the cigarette as they brushed my insides, stroked my buttocks and occasionally rubbed my lower back. Eventually the cigarette was nearly done and I allowed it to drop into the water in the bowl, getting strangely fixated on watching it go out and then bob around while my insides were being roughed up. I knew this was about allowing their toxic cum to soak into my bloodstream more easily, and I was fully on board with it. “I hope you’re comfy, boy” Harry said from next to me. “Yes” I replied. “Good, because you’re going to be on this bench until dawn” he said, causing Sid to chuckle. “You tell us when you need a cigarette or some water, but you’re staying put until we’re done with you.” “Yes sir” I replied, somehow sensing this was expected of me. I suppose I should have been concerned or even panicked over the situation. My phone and wallet were both in my shorts next door, and being locked in place like this it would be easy for them to point my phone at my face to unlock it and then gain access to anything and everything they wanted. I think at some level I sensed that this was not something these two would do, but really I was just revelling in how I was being used as a hunky piece of meat to fuck, breed and poz however they saw fit. And fuck, breed and poz me they did. For the next few hours they took it in turns to be inside me, on occasions both leaving for a while to rest, drink or whatever, always with a buttplug left shoved in me. Their only interest at my front end was giving me the occasional cigarette or sip of water, and they were otherwise focused solely on rimming, fingering, fucking, breeding, brushing and plugging my arse (always in that order). On one occasion they were gone for longer, and I too fell asleep with my chin resting on the end of the padded bench, with my sleep being broken by the buttplug starting to be pulled out of me again. Even when I woke up I was still happy to be there and doing what we were doing, which I reflected later on was a sure sign it was indeed what I wanted. It was well after dawn when they finally unhooked the chains from the bench, and I stiffly and wearily got to my feet. As they seemed to now be completely done in I figured it was OK to also unbuckle and remove the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles, before I did some stretches and shakes to wake up my limbs again. During one of these the buttplug was suddenly propelled out of me onto the mat, and I looked down in awe at the copious drops of cum that marked its landing spot, while feeling even more oozing out of me and down my legs. Knowing that this cum had been full of toxic swimmers when it was pumped into me caused me to spring a hard-on despite the number of times I had ejaculated hands-free over the course of the night. However, the two guys made it clear they were all fucked-out, so I would have to take care of my dick myself! Sid pointed me towards the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and when I emerged from a glorious shower I found a pair of nice fluffy towels sitting on one side of the sink and my own clothes all neatly folded up on the other. I dried off and got dressed, before heading downstairs to find the two of them cooking pancakes and bacon, with bananas, blueberries and other bits already out on the table. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the fancy machine, and then sat at the table and looked out at the sun on the small garden. “You know” said Harry, as they put the plates of food out and sat down, “you do not look at all like the normal chasers we encounter.” “Chasers?” I asked. “Guys looking to get infected” said Sid. “We get a lot of them through these doors, and they never look like you” said Harry. “Oh” I said, looking down at my plate. “I guess… I guess I didn’t know this was something I wanted or had even thought about until you contacted me.” “That was only two weeks ago” said Harry, sounding surprised. “Are you sure this is what you want?” asked Sid, reaching out and clasping the back on my hand on the table. “Yes” I said, looking up and directly at him. “I knew something was missing, and this feels like what it is.” “Well, OK then” said Sid, giving me a warm smile. “In that case we’ll probably need to book you in for a repeat visit.” “You will?” I asked. “It can take a few goes” said Harry, “particularly with a handsome hunk as young and virile as you.” I could not help but blush and smile at that compliment, somehow mentally skipping over the dark context. Yeah, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, and I knew the idea of fucking me appealed to almost every top out there even if they normally preferred twinks or bears (my track record on the apps being proof of that). But it was still always a nice surprise when a guy actually told me they found me hot, as so few ever commented on it and instead just wanted to get me bent over. “But you know” said Harry, “it doesn’t have to be here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, before hungrily taking a first mouthful of breakfast. “Well, it seems like you maybe enjoy it all a bit sordid, right?” he said, to which I just nodded. “In that case you might enjoy it if we took you somewhere else next time.” “Maybe let a few other guys enjoy you too” said Sid. “We have some friends who have probably never been with someone like you.” “Where would you take me?” I asked, after swallowing the food. “Well” said Harry, “there’s a sauna we like to go to where I imagine you could spend several hours without your arse being empty, there’s a couple of other places where men like to meet where we could whore you out for a few hours to whoever was there, and of course our friend Omar hosts parties sometimes where you would be very popular as the only neg guy in attendance.” “Fuck” I said quietly, causing both of them to chuckle. “I think that’s a yes” laughed Sid. Over the rest of breakfast and a short cigarette break afterwards we made some plans for future dates, and they also made me promise to message them if I started feeling unwell. Then, with time ticking on and a need for me to get back to start on an essay paper, I thanked each of them with an uncharacteristic kiss before I retrieved my bike and set off home. On the ride back I was most surprised by how untroubled I was by what I had done, perhaps expecting that the morning-after regret would set in, and then on the last bit of the journey I switched to concocting a convincing version of the truth involving a middle-aged gym bunny couple, just in case any of the guys asked about my night. However, it was never actually brought up, and there was only a passing comment from Jack about the state of my hole as he slid his cock into it that evening. Pretty soon things were back to normal for me, but deep down I knew that an internal clock could have been set ticking, and failing that I had only to wait another couple of weeks before I got another opportunity at whichever venue Harry and Sid chose. I could not wait. To be continued… —— NOTE: There can be mixed feedback to use of images within stories. However, I am one of those people who thinks very visually, and sometimes creating versions of the characters can inspire and help me to craft the stories I write. In this case I ended up with a few versions of a scene, showing Aaron (our narrator), Harry and Sid smiling together in the garden while in their dressing gowns after the first gentle breeding. Rather than ruin this story for those who prefer to use their own imagination, I will instead post a link to the gallery created specifically for this topic. I may end up adding to it depending on where the story goes, or I may not. I am also not saying which version is the one that has stuck with me as being who I think the three characters are, so that anyone who wants to take a look can make their own unbiased choice. If you like this sort of thing then enjoy, and if you don’t then please just leave it be. Gallery: AI Images for The House

This is the conundrum: The concept of incest generally turns me on. Twins porn? Gets me off every time. But I had zero interest toward my father and I never had brothers, though I've fantasized about my imaginary ones 🙂 I had a crush on a cousin when I was a kid but we weren't close so the opportunity never presented itself. He isn't hot anymore but I'd still swallow him. But yeah, if I had the opportunity for a threesome with a biological father/son, I'd totally do it. Probably would suck dad off then kiss son so he can taste the seed that made him. Two brothers would be hot as well...

Yesterday, a power btm fwb and I hosted a sniffies daytime pride “Battle of the BB btms -twink vs. twunk” group in a NYC midtown hotel (I’m on the left). The photo speaks for itself. I took about 10; him 13 loads 🏳️‍🌈

Same @partying.hard, I never had the fuck flu.

New Beginning Part 6 After that night, Alex and I naturally fell into a routine, taking turns staying over at each other’s place from then on. Sure, we were fucking like bunnies but some nights we stayed up talking, other nights we barely said anything, just being comfortable in the quiet. Even after we’d finally admitted how we had felt about each other, neither of was ready to take the next step. Jack was still in the picture and, even though Alex was fine with it, I was still figuring things out. And since Jack was out of town, it made it easier to not think about it. A couple of weeks later, I heard from Jack. He was back and wanted to see me. But I wasn’t sure if meeting at my place was the best idea, so I came up with an excuse and we settled on dinner instead. I was a little anxious telling him, but Jack just smiled, knowing my history with Alex. He was happy for me. "So, where does that leave us?" he asked, like he already knew it wasn’t going to be a simple answer. Playing with the drink between my hands, "Honestly? I’m figuring it out as I go," I sighed. "I just know I need someone that can take full control. Then there’s Alex. Sure, I can sub with him, but there’s that one thing I can’t change, he needs to get fucked, and I can’t give him that.” Jack nodded, and sat back, like he’d already made peace with it. There was no awkwardness, just this understanding between us. I guess we both knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from him. "I hear you, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d never get in the way of what you two have. I’m always here when you need me. Just remember, nothing changes when you’re with me. You’ll always be my cuntboy, just like before. Whatever’s going on outside of this, in your life, including Alex, it doesn’t exist when we’re together. That clear?" “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, glad to have the part of my life not shut out. So, Jack and I continued to meet up when I could arrange a long weekend as, by this point, he kept me spun during our sessions. I was climbing the corporate ladder at work, and I needed blow off steam. Yeah, I was becoming that stereotypical guy, calling all the shots, but just wanting to let go of all that control once the day was over. Like I said before, he’d also let me explore my fantasies, and being spun, we’d talk about them. Jack always was one to hear me talk about Alex when I was spun. He’d just watch me, seeing the look on my face as I told him what we were up to. He was especially into the fact that Alex had tossed all his underwear and was wearing jockstraps like me. It was during one of my sessions with Jack that Alex came up. “So, cuntboy,” Jack grunted, unloading his piss into my mouth, “Tell me more about Alex’s cocksucking.” This was something he liked to do, catching me off guard and asking questions before leading into something he had been thinking about. “Fuck, Daddy,” I grinned, gulping down the last of his chem piss. “Good! You remember I told you Greg’s cock was huge, even bigger than Alex’s? There isn’t a cock Alex can’t satisfy.” “Hmmm. Including yours?” he chuckled, perking up. Sure, my cock was bigger than Jack’s, but it was never something either of us cared about. “And getting fucked, how’s that going for him and being with you?” he asked. “Fucking love his mouth, Jack,” I sighed, sitting up and breaking the scene, “He’s getting it. We’ve both been traveling more for work and are on the apps. But...” “So, you’re not together when that happens?” he asked, in his normal ‘Jack’ mode. “You two haven’t done it together, yet?” “No,” I admitted, “You could say, I get jealous sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we both talk about what goes on with you and what he does with other guys. But, honestly, there’s a part of me that feels disconnected when we talk about other guys.” “Mmmhmm,” he said, with a devilish grin, “So, what do you think about him joining us? Do you think you could handle seeing him with me? It’s not like we’ve never had another boy join us. ‘Course you’d still be my cuntboy.” “Yeah, Daddy?” I moaned, suddenly getting back into my role. “Yeah, cuntboy,” he growled, tugging on my collar. “You know how I feel about you.” I did. He’d never really given up on me being his full time and there was this connection we had that I couldn’t ever completely explain to Alex. Maybe because, even after all this time, I still didn’t quite understand it myself. But the thought of three of us had crossed my mind and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’” he chuckled, feeding me some poppers, and pushed me down to his hairy hole, “Time I meet this boy.” “Mmmhmm,” I murmured, spreading his ass open. “Go on, boy,” he groaned, taking a hit of poppers. “Fucking eat me my ass out.” He didn’t need to tell me again. I grabbed onto his hips and, smiling at his tight hole, jumped on it with my tongue as it dilated and opened up. Slipping my tongue in, I sucked on it between exploring and getting a taste of him. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, pulling my face against his ass. “Make Daddy feel good.” “Yesss, Ssssir,” I mumbled, reaching up and stroking his slicked cock. Squirming, he started talking about the three of us together. It was obvious he had thought about it and was waiting for the right time. It only got me hotter. Making sure my mouth stayed on his hole, I kept exploring as I stroked his cock. “Fuck, cuntboy,” he started moaning. “Fucking do it.” I felt his cock thickening and his hole tighten around my tongue. It was all I could do to stay inside him as I stroked his shaft faster and faster. He was getting closer, and I shoved my tongue in as far as I could as he started to tremble. “SHIT!” he yelled out, tightening his hole around my tongue and clamping down as he shot another load. I just laid there, sucking on it with my lips as my tongue slipped out of him. Quickly, I cleaned up my hand, moved up and started lapping up the rest of his load. “Fuck!” he chuckled, pulling me up to him and grabbing my junk. “If I were Alex and you’d have done that, I’d be fucking begging for you to fuck me. ‘Course, we’d have to take care of that t-dick.” I just smiled, knowing this was the most intimate thing I could do for him. This wasn’t about sex for me. After all, I had a cunt for fucking, but he had a hole. I was showing him just how much I was all in on his training and how far I'd come. By this point, there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do. Afterwards, we just laid there in bed with my head in his lap, nursing on his cock. Leaving was always a bit tough, but this time felt different. Once again, my life was coming together in a new way, and honestly, I was looking forward to it this time. Like usual, Jack dropped me off at the terminal. “Let me know what Alex says,” he smiled, kissing me goodbye. "I will, Sir," I said with a grin, surprised that he kissed me as he dropped me off, something he'd never done before. I stepped out of the car, shut the door, and gave a quick wave. After a few steps, I heard him honk. Turning around, I saw him roll down the window. “You know the drill, cuntboy. Let him know he’s not getting off easy. I expect the same from him as I do from you!" he called out, not caring who heard him. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The ferry ride back was quiet, most people were heading the other way in the late afternoon. I stood at the railing, watching the city skyline get closer, lost in my thoughts. So much had happened to get me here. After everything, Alex and I were about to start something new, together. ----- Alex was always waiting to pick me up at the terminal after my time with Jack. Catching my grin as I walked over, he just laughed. “Fuck you smell good,” he said, handing me a water before taking in my scent as I shut the door. It was a warm day, but the ac was off. I just kept smiling, seeing him in nothing but his shorts and sneakers. “Fucker,” I groaned, seeing his bulge and knowing the minute we got in the door, he’d be all over me, so I tossed my t-shirt onto the backseat and gulped down the water. On the way home, he peppered me with questions about what I did and how I felt about it. It was almost as if he knew what Jack had proposed. When we got home, we rushed into the elevator and started making out all the way to our floor. The minute we heard the ding, we stopped, trying to look halfway decent, considering what we were wearing and his bulge. The door opened and we casually walked by the pizza delivery guy standing there gawking at us. I put the key in the door and started laughing. “What?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door. “Just picturing the look on his face when that smell hit him in the elevator.” “Goddamn, cuntboy,” he laughed, stripping down to his jockstrap. Coming up to me, he started licking the sweat from my face, moving down the side of my neck, across my pec to my crusty tit. “Fucking always love it when your Daddy works on ‘em,” he moaned and started chewing on it. “Fuck yeah. Harder,” I told him, shivering from the feeling of his stubble against my pec and started telling him how good the alligator clips felt as Jack used me. I could tell he was into it and smiled. Lifting my hands, I grabbed onto his pecs and started playing with his tits. “Yours could use some toughening up,” I growled, gripping them hard with my fingernails. “Shit, yeah,” he moaned, releasing my tit and falling back on his haunches. That was my cue. Smiling, I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a pair of snake bite cups Jack had given me before we left his house. “Get him ready,” Jack had chuckled, slipping them in my pocket. Licking the edges, I squeezed them, placed them on both of his tits, and released. “Fuck, yeah!” he moaned, feeling the constant pull on them. Sitting up to grab my shorts, he tugged at the waistband, his lips moving over my abs as he pulled them down. He wrapped his lips over my cock and started chewing on it through the mesh while fingering me. I could feel him sucking on it, trying to swallow the sweat soaking through the pouch. He grunted, pulling the waistband down to release my cock. Fuck, even after all the clouds Jack had fed me this weekend, I was getting hard. “No t-dicked cuntboy today,” he smiled, grabbing my hips and kissed my bulge. “Asshole!” I laughed, realizing he had spiked my water with Viagra. Ignoring me, he started working on my cock. He was good, Greg had made sure of that. His mouth was made for cock. Big juicy lips and long strong tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I knew Jack would love it, too. I stood there, looking down at his head bobbing on my now hard cock, taking me deeper and deeper. “Shit,” I gasped, feeling his lips hit my smooth crotch, knowing I was getting close. I wanted to warn him, but it felt so good, and knew he loved it when I blew my load into his mouth. There was no stopping it now, and he felt it too. Grabbing onto my hips, he held me tight and pulled out, leaving just the head on his tongue. “Fuck!” I shouted, exploding into him as my body shook. When I was finally able to stand on my own, he stood and showed me the creamy mess I had made. “Jack’s missing out,” he grinned and swallowed. “More for me.” I laughed but knew what I had gotten into when I met Jack. At least Alex was in the picture again and I was in the mood for more cock. “Come on,” I growled, grabbing his hand. “Fuck me.” Plopping on the bed, we started kissing. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in forever and were making up for lost time, his fingers playing at my cunt the entire time. Noticing him reaching for the drawer, I hesitated, "I can't. I've got a meeting tomorrow and need to be on it." “I know,” he laughed, pulling out a chained pair of tit clamps. “You think you can handle more of this?” “Fuuuuck yeahhhh,” I moaned as he clamped them on and licked up the sweat on his way to down to my cunt. It was intense, feeling him pulling on the chain as his heavy scruff scraped against my shaved skin. He loved eating me out and it must have been about 30 minutes before he was ready for more. Moving over me, he tossed his jockstrap and held his cock to my mouth. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, as he slid his cock into my open lips. “Fucking missed you.” “Me, too,” he grunted. Grabbing onto the suction cups, I pulled them off and squeezed his swollen tits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, feeling the blood rushing back in. All the while, I could taste the last drops of piss as I slid my tongue over and around his foreskin. “Goddammit, make it disappear,” he barked, pushing himself into my mouth. I was loving it and slowly took him down my throat. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I started swallowing, my throat muscles pulsing around his shaft. “Shit! Fucking tight cuntmouth,” he groaned, ramming my throat. He had me where he wanted me. He was on top of me and I couldn’t move. But then, I didn’t want to. Without warning, he pulled out and slid down between my legs and shoved his cock all the way inside me. “Been thinking about this all weekend,” he growled, yanking on the chain to my tit clamps. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled, tensing up around his shaft from the pain. That only made him do it again. I was gripping him tighter and tighter with every yank. My tits were on fire, and I was hard as a rock again. Fuck, it felt so good. I laid back, watching Alex moaning and groaning as he rammed in and out of me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my hips slightly. “SHIT, YEAH!” I yelled, feeling him hit my spot dead center. We were now both getting close. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His face was red, and he was sweating like pig. Inhaling, I could smell his scent as the sounds of our slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. “Together,” he grunted, pounding me over and over again. “Together,” I repeated, wanting the same thing. It didn’t take much more after that. I felt my cock start to jerk and wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. “NOW!” I yelled, shooting another in between our abs. At the same time, Alex roared, “GODDAMN! FUCK!” and fell on top of me in one of his spasms. Even after all this time, I felt proud knowing that I was the only guy that did that to him. Rolling off me, “Fucker,” he sighed, scooping up my load and feeding it to me. “I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack one of these days, if we keep that up.” “How the fuck would I explain that to 911?” I laughed, “Uh, so my boyfriend just died as he was fucking me, and I can’t get out from under him.” "My ghost would stick around just to see the look on their faces," he joked. After the breeding, I was exhausted, and Alex picked up on it right away. He didn’t push and just made sure I was comfortable. In between him pampering me, I told him more about what happened on the island. That’s when I mentioned that Jack said it was time to meet. Talking about it with him made it all feel a little more real, like I could finally sort through it instead of just holding onto it in my head. Alex listened, taking it all in. Then, I leaned back with a grin, stating the obvious, "You know, he’s going to want us spun." “I take it, he’ll be supplying everything?” he grinned. “Since we’ve been back together, you’ve never taken any with you to his place.” “He always does,” I chuckled, still getting a kick out of him saying ‘together.’ “Daddy always provides for his boy.” “You mean boys?” he laughed. For a second, I didn’t what to say. His reply caught me off guard. It was the first time he had talked about being a boy to Jack. He just stood there, grinning and watching for my reaction. “Yeah?” I asked, trying to figure out if I was understanding what he just said. “Yup,” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. “Boys.” Any doubts I had were gone with that one word. I couldn’t have felt more sure or more excited. “That,” I grinned, kissing him, “Remains to be seen.” “Yup. We’ll see. You know how it gets me going, hearing about you two,” he smiled, handing me another glass of juice, “And it’s not like I’m new to this. So, when’s it’s happening?” “There’s the 3-day holiday coming up next month, that work for you?” I chuckled, seeing his pouch swelling again, “We’ve talked about going away that weekend, so it’s perfect timing. We’d meet up on Friday. That’ll give us until Sunday morning so we can recover. We can take the ferry back on Monday.” “Done,” he smiled. “Oh, and by the way,” I told him, slipping my hand into his pouch, “He told me to tell you something.” “Yeah? What’d he say?” “He said he expects everything from you that he expects from me,” I grinned, grabbing his sac and pulling out a hair. “Ouch,” he winced, crawling into bed with me. “You gonna help me with that? It’s been a while since I’ve done it.” “A while? You told me you stopped when you moved here,” I laughed, “When was that? Like 9 months ago?” “I have a short memory,” he teased, absent mindedly playing with his tits. “So, you gonna help make sure I don’t miss a spot?” “Yep, just like before,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and we started making plans.

Spring Break with Chad Douglas in the dungeon scene is my favorite all time porn scene and has probably been the most influential in loving to get stretched.

Chapter Seven My dreams were insane. I kept having these images, these moments... Like I was being fucked by Blackthorn, me on the edge of his bed screaming for more. A flash of Jack hammering me in the shower, I had a memory of looking down at my hard cock as I came against the shower wall. So many flashes, it was just weird. I came to and I was in bed, it was dark, and I was so fucking warm. I was bundled in a huge comforter and someone was spooning me from behind. I just laid there in bliss for a moment, those few moments before you come to and there is nothing wrong in the world. As I woke up more I could tell I was dying of thirst and it was a guy behind me from the way his hard cock was jutting between my ass cheeks. I could feel myself still a little loopy, still fuzzy but more happy than horny. I needed water badly and I could feel the start of a headache, but it felt so safe where I was I didn't move. I snuggled in deeper, just wanting to stay here forever and whoever it was stirred slightly. His cock slid up my crack and I felt my whole body shudder for a moment. What the fuck? Why was I reacting so gay? I tried to move away from it but the guy's grip around me tightened and pulled me close, his dick was nestled between the muscle of my asscheeks perfectly. One more move of my part and I heard Jack's voice, “Shhh, it's ok bud.” Knowing it was Jack behind me changed things and I relaxed, “Where are we?” “You passed out, we're in Blackthorn's spare bedroom.” I passed out? A flash of memories went through my brain but none of them made sense. “Yeah I was tired...” I said, trying to cover. He moved in tighter, his breath at my ear, “How ya feeling big guy?” His voice made my body tingle. One arm slipped down and gripped my waist, the other was around my chest pulling me close, “You feeling good?” His tongue slipped around the edge of my ear and my ass instinctively backed up towards him. “Hmmm....”I moaned, for the moment not caring he was licking my ear. I wasn't as fuzzy as I normally was but I was feeling no pain that was for sure. “You were having fun earlier,” he whispered, sliding his cock the entire length of my ass. Another flash of images and my ass spasmed all by itself. “You wanna go again?” “What?” I asked, now starting to feel weird about him being so close. “You my jock pussy?” The words sparked something in my mind and all of a sudden I remembered him fucking me, and me...asking for it. My ass relaxed again and I felt myself push back just barely. “Yeah, you remember, you wanna give me your pussy Ev?” The impulse to scream for him to get off of me was beaten down by the tingle in my body as I pushed back on him for real. “Come on bud, you want it?” he was sliding his cock up and down my asscrack now, my hips were moving on their own, very part of my relishing the contact. “You remember begging?” he whispered, pulling his dick back and then sliding it forward, “You remember crying for my cock?” My mind was in shambles as I remembered and felt the shame and horror of what I had done countered by the echoes of pleasure I had felt and my body wanting more...so much more. “Yeah grind that ass,” he whispered again, his arm moving down, his hand gripping my now hard cock, “Come on Ev, grind on me.” Every movement I made either pushed my ass against his dick or forced my cock through his fist. He had stopped moving and I was just rocking back and forth, sliding his dick the whole length while his hand jacked me off. Normally I would have been screaming that this was to gay and that I wanted him to stop. But he wasn't doing a thing, this was all me. We were both sweating hard now and he started to pump forwards as I pushed back. His fist loosened and I was desperate to get myself off. The fog began to descend on my mind and I knew I was about to stop caring about what was gay or not. “Yeah you want this,” Jack whispered, his hand letting go of my dick altogether. “Noo....”I whined as I pushed back, “Please Jack...get me off.” “Come on Ev, push back, show me how bad you want it.” I wanted it bad, so fucking bad. My ass kept sliding up and down and Jack was moving his own dick in the opposite way. I stopped paying attention and just slid my ass back as hard and as fast as I could. Both of his hands gripped my hips now and he was guiding my me back into him. It was stifling hot under the covers now and we were both sweaty and worked up. “You ready stud? You ready to give up your pussy?” “Come on Jack...come on...” I moaned, not sure what I was asking for. He moved my hips slightly and the next time he moved forward the head of his cock pushed into my hole. We both froze as his dick slid a quarter way into my ass. “Jack!” I gasped, my ass automatically relaxing at the intruder. “Shhh....you want this Ev, you need your pussy fucked.” “What?” I asked, more confused than ever, “Dude get your dick out of me!” “You sure?” he asked, sliding into me another inch. My ass clenched down on him as I tried to push him out. “Jack, don't...” but I didn't dare move or I would slide down more on it. “Don't want? Don't stop?” another half inch as I clenched my teeth and tried to held my ass shut. “Jack, this isn't funny man!” “I know, it's not funny Everett, it;s what you want. What you need?” “No I don't....” “Give me your pussy Ev.” His words hit something deep in my mind and my ass relaxed for a moment, another quarter inch of his dick pushed in. “NO!” I protested, clamping down again, “Jaack, I'm not gay...please....” “You need this bitch, you pussy aches for it...” He moved in and nibbled on my neck and I felt my ass slip for a moment as I closed my eyes in pleasure. “Open up for me stud, come on and give me your jock pussy...” He kept nibbling on my neck as I tried to push off of him. He stopped holding my hips and his hands moved up to my chest, and grabbed my nipples. “You like your titties played with?” The shock of his fingers made me gasp and I felt my ass open and another inch slid in. “Yeah Everett, stop fighting. Come on, let me fuck your pussy. Your pussy is so hungry...” I was trying to stop him but he had more than half his dick in my, there was no pushing it out now. “It doesn't hurt does it?” He whispered, as he licked the edge of my ear, “You want this man...you need it.” The shock of the truth did hit me, he was halfway in my ass and it didn't hurt at all. If anything my ass was...liking it? “Relax...” he said softly, “Let it happen...” He pushed in again and I felt the last shreds of my will fading. “If you're good...I'll let daddy come in and fuck you.” Another flash of Blackthorn's cock in me and my ass relaxed. Jack bottomed out in my and I whimpered as I felt his pubes press up against my ass. “Yeah, see...that's where it belongs, you like that cock in your pussy don't you?” “Why..are...you...doing this?” I asked, as he began to jack my still hard cock. “Because I want to give you what you need bud,” he pulled out slightly and I heard myself moan, “What your pussy aches for.” “Not...a...pussy...” I said as he thrust quickly into me. “Oh but it is,” Jack said letting go of my dick and reaching over me to the small table next to the bed. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, with a few button pushes he pulled up his photos and then videos. “Fuck me...fuck my pussy please...” I heard myself say. I watched as I rode Jack's cock, my hands on his shoulders forced myself down on him. “Fuck my pussy...fill my jock pussy.” “Fuck him harder,” Blackthorn's voice said from off camera and Jack complied. His hips thrust up and the me on the camera threw his head back and cried out, I could feel my own ass react from the memory and Jack began to slowly fuck me as I watched myself be fucked. “This is what you want Everett,” he said, slowing pulling back and then sliding into me with deliberate slowness, “This is what you always needed.” I watched myself get fucked and I felt myself push back onto Jack. “That's it, that's it big guy. Watch and show me what you want.” The video went to the next one and it was me being fucked on my back by Blackthorn. “Fuck me harder daddy, harder!!” “You gonna be a good boy from now on!” he asked. “I'll be a good boy, I'll be a good boy...fuck me, fuck me...”I panted. I pushed back on Jack again. “Yeah watch it Ev, watch what you did last night.” The images with my memories were slowing driving me crazy and I felt my ass relaxing as I rocked back and forth on Jack's cock. “Yeah, that's it. You aren't fucked up now Ev, this is you. This is just you...what do you want?” I heard myself moan and beg to be fucked as I automatically fucked myself on Jack's dick. “What do you want Everett?” My cries echoed in my ears as I remembered screaming them and I pushed harder. “Gay or not Everett, tell me, tell me now what do you want?” I say myself cum all over myself, my mouth greedy to eat my own cum. Jack started to slip dis dick out of me, “Ok I'll stop...” “Fuck me Jack...”I said, ignoring the phone and pushing back onto Jack, “Please...I need to be fucked.” I could practically see Jack's grin in the darkness. He pulled out of me and rolled me over on my back, “Present your pussy to me.” I was confused for a moment but my body responded as my legs spread for him. He gave me a wolf's grin as he moved between them and slid his cock into me, “That's my jock bitch.” I groaned as he entered me and the last of my ego died as I realized, this was what I wanted, what I needed. “Fuck my pussy Jack, fuck my jock pussy hard...” “Since you asked so nicely...” He began slamming into me, and I felt myself just give into it and take it. This was what I wanted, what I needed. More, more and more cock.

Chapter Five Jack caught a ride with me to Blackthorn's house. “You really think he can get my grades up?” I asked him. “Depends, I mean you're pretty behind. But I bet he'll find something you can do to earn the grade.” “Sheesh I hope so, if I lose my scholarship I don't know what I'd do.” “Go into porn?” “Huh?” “Nothing, just listen to what he has to say.” We pulled up to his house and I grabbed my backpack, “Did you bring your books?” Jack shook his head, “Nah, I'll just follow along.” As we approached the door it opened and Blackthorn was standing there looking buff as shit. He had on a tight black t-shirt that really showed his chest off and a pair of workout shorts that might have been old because they were pretty tight on him. He started to smile and then looked at Jack, “Um, this was a private lesson Palmer.” Before I could say anything Jack spoke up, “It's ok Mr. Blackthorn, I figured out what you were going to teach him and I'd like to help.” Blackthorn raised an eyebrow. “He told me about the private lesson you gave him earlier, and I thought if you were going to go into a full lesson, you might need help.” He cocked his head and he gave Jack a small smile, “Have you been giving him lessons as well?” “Well sir I've been trying, but I think he's finally ready to learn.” “Well then come in boys, we have no time to waste.” His house was pretty swag, I mean you could tell he was a bachelor. He must have not bought light bulbs because this room was fucking dark, I had no idea how we were going to study. There was a large blanket on the floor and pillows all around. “Sit, you guys drink?” Jack laughed, “Does a fish swim?” “Excellent, let me grab some wine, take your shoes off and relax.” Jack shucked his off quickly so I followed suit. “Dude, he might have forgotten I was coming by, this place looks like it's setup for a date or something.” Jack leaned back on a stack of pillows, “Maybe, but he's willing to teach so relax man.” I sat down and started grabbing my book out of my backpack. “Nope,” Mr. Blackthorn said coming out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and some glasses, “You aren't ready for a book yet Palmer, we need to go back to basics.” Man I was too stupid to even use the book? That sucks. Blackthorn sat down and poured us all a huge glass of wine. “Um, I don't really drink all that much,” I said looking at my wine. And it was true, I got stupid when I was drunk, a fact I learned in high school a couple of times. Both times I had gotten drunk I woke up at a friend's house, buck naked feeling like I had ran a marathon the night before. The guys always just said I was fun when I was that way but I didn't like it. “A relaxed mind learns faster,” Blackthorn said, indicating I should drink. Sighing I brought the glass up to my mouth and started to chug it. It was sweet, I mean it had that nasty alcohol taste but I drank it all pretty quickly. They were both just staring at me open mouthed. “What?” I asked putting the glass down, “You said drink.” Jack and Blackthorn looked at each other and smiled. “Ok then, well that should help. What was the last thing you recall us studying?” I thought really hard, but I was already getting a little wobbly, “Um, the civil war I think?” “Everett, we're going over Watergate, that's a hundred years later. You haven't been paying attention at all?” “No sir,” I said sadly. Was it hot in here? “We should quiz him,” Jack offered, “You know test and see what he knows and doesn't.” Blackthorn just looked at Jack in confusion. “We're going to ask you some history questions, and you try to answer them as correctly as possible ok?” I nodded. “But I know you, you're just going to say you don't remember to most of them, so let's give you a reason to think.” I didn't understand what he just said and fought back giggling and just asked, “Huh?” “For every question you get wrong you have to take off a piece of clothing.” “What?” I said shocked, “No way I'm not stripping.” “Then think hard about your answers,” Jack suggested. I looked at Blackthorn for help but he just nodded, “I think it's a good idea. The pressure of not wanting to undress yourself should give you motivation to recall facts.” I did not want to do this but he was the teacher and I remembered what Jack said. Just do whatever Blackthorn tells me so I can pass. I nodded, “Sure ok.” “Great,” Blackthorn said, “Who was the president during the civil war?” “Um, penny guy...Lincoln!” “That's right,” he looked at Jack, you lose. Jack paused for a moment and then smile, “You got me.” He pulled his socks off. “Ok Jack, who were we fighting against in the war?” “The south,” Jack answered. That was was way easy. Blackthorn looked at me, “You lose.” I wasn't sure how I lost since I didn't get a question wrong but Jack did it so I took my socks off as well. “Everett, who was Lincoln's Secretary of War.” I just stared at Blackthorn. “During the war, who was the man in charge of most of it.” “Um...Lincoln's son?” “No, Edwin Stanton, your loss.” I had never heard that name before but the wine was really hitting me and I just pulled my shirt off. “Ok, you got me.” “Jack, where was Lincoln shot?” “Ford's theater,” he answered instantly. “Everett, your loss.” “Man...” I said looking at what I was wearing, “Um, all I have are my pants.” “You still have your underwear right?” Blackthorn asked. “Um, no I've been freeballing it all day.” Blackthorn shook his head, “Rules are rules.” Sighing I stood up and wobbled a little. Jack jumped up and steadied me. “Thanks man,” I said unbuttoning my jeans. “Here let me help,” he said doing it for me. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, I was torn. It felt so fucking good to be naked because I was too hot but I was also naked in front of two guys. I sat back down and put a pillow over my groin. “Well that was fast,” Blackthorn said, “What are we going to use to motivate him now?” Jack thought about it, “Ok how about we move to strip poker rules? Loser has to do what the winner tells him too.” Those were the rules. When we played strip poker whoever was naked and lost again had to do whatever the winning guy said. I had lost one hand and they made me jog around the school statue completely naked. I nodded, “Ok fine.” “Everett, who was the president of the Confederacy?” “The what?” “The Confederacy,” Blackthorn repeated, “Of the United States?” I was confused, “You mean Lincoln?” Jack laughed, “The Confederacy was the south dumbass.” I blushed, “Well I didn't know that!” “Ok Mr. Blackthorn, you won, your dare.” “OK Everett, you have to have another glass of wine.” I made a face but nodded. Blackthorn jumped up and left the room. “Dude, I'm naked!” Jack just shrugged, “You should have been paying more attention in class.” “I thought you were coming along to help me.” “Oh I'm helping, trust me.” Blackthorn came back and sat down, “Ok little bit of wine,” he poured, “And take this.” He held out his hand and a little purple pill. It looked like a Flintstones's vitamin. “What's this?” I asked taking it from him. “It helps you with hangovers, for the next morning.” “Oh cool,” I said popping in my mouth and chasing it down with the wine. “So where were we?” he asked. “The confederacy,” I answered, leaning back on the pillows. “Right, so do you remember when the civil war ended?” I thought about it for a moment, “Um, 1900's?” “1865,” he corrected me. “Uh oh,” I said suddenly laughing, “I missed again.” “Jack, your dare,” Blackthorn said. Jack looked at me, “Ok, I get to tickle you for a minute straight.” “No way!” I said, trying to sit up but it was too late. Jack pounced on me, throwing the pillow off my crotch and straddling my waist. “Please Jack don't...” I begged. He tore into my side and I lost it. I was super ticklish, a fact Jack has lorded over me for years. “Beg for mercy,” he said as I tried to block his hands. “Please Jack, please!” “You want me to pick something else?” I nodded almost crying, “Please, anything!” “Promise.” “I promise, I promise!!' He stopped and I laid there, trying to catch my breath. “Ok, so anything.” I nodded and he stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans and my eyes got wide. “Dude,” I whispered, “Not here!” He dropped his pants, standing over me in just his black jockstrap. “You said anything.” he said stepping out of his jeans. “A promise is a promise Mr. Everett.” Sighing I just nodded. He knelt back down, closer to my face, his crotch just over my head. “Lemme feel that tongue,” he said. God I couldn't believe this. Just like Jack to find something humiliating and make me do it in front of a teacher no less! Man I am going to get him back for this. I leaned my head up and licked his pouch, the musky smell wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He didn't move so I kept going, his dick slowly hardening. He reached down and moved his pouch aside, his balls were now exposed. Man, this is the worst! I licked the smooth underside of his balls and heard him moan. “There ya go Everett, this is what you get when you don't study.” He was right, if only I had paid more attention in class I wouldn't be in the mess. I kept licking, sucking one ball into my mouth and rolling it around in my mouth. He gasped and I went for the other one. I just wanted this to be over with, I was already dizzy from he wine and now I was losing focus. I licked around Jack's balls, for some reason their smoothness was fucking cool. I was obsessed with the way they felt, so smooth, warm...they were like candy almost. Jack scooted down, straddling my chest now. His dick was hard as fuck sticking out of his jock. He pushed the head of it down towards my mouth and I opened it slowly, like I was in a dream. I tasted his precum as he pushed into my mouth and the taste was insane! The feeling of his dick on my tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I grabbed either side of his ass and pulled him deeper into me. “Yeah buddy, eat that cock.” There was something in the back of my mind saying this was all wrong but I didn't care. Everything was like explosions all over my body. The feeling of the blanket beneath me made me tingle, Jack's ass on my chest was warm and smooth...everything was like a turn on and I was about to lose control. “Roll him over,” Blackthorn told Jack. “Come on big guy.” he said getting up and sitting near my head, “Come and get it.” I rolled over and crawled towards his dick, the movement on my hands and knees was like tiny electrical shocks. I went back to sucking his dick, now fully going down on him, wanting to feel his head hit the back of my throat. “Yeah, you like that don't you buddy?” I nodded while I blew him, I liked it a lot right now. My legs were nudged apart and I could feel Blackthorn behind me, spreading them with outward. I was on all fours, head down in Jack's crotch, ass up and I just didn't care. I wanted to say this wasn't me but everything felt so fucking good I wanted it to be me all the time. I was so focused on Jack's dick that I didn't even notice Blackthorn's face near my ass. I didn't notice until his tongue licked my hole. If Jack hadn't been holding my head I would have jumped up screaming. Instead I just screamed around his dick as Blackthorn's warm tongue moved again and again around my hole. Now I was fully extended as I kept blowing Jack but pushing my ass back onto the teacher's tongue. “Yeah that's it buddy,” Jack said stoking my hair, “Back up into that, come on, show him you want it.” As it darted into my tight hole for a moment I blacked out a little it felt so good. I came off of Jack's dick and screamed, “Please sir, do it some more.” Blackthorn's hands grabbed my ass and he plunged his face into my ass hard. His tongue speared into me and I actually squealed as I put my head on the ground and stuck my ass up higher. “Tell him champ, tell him how it feels.” “Oh sir it feels soooo good! Like that, deeper, harder...sir please harder.” His hands pulled my cheeks apart even more and his tongue went deeper, causing me to just scream in pleasure. I couldn't form words as he forced it in and out again and again, each time it going just a tiny bit farther than before. I was pushing back as hard as I could to meet his movement, I wanted that in me, I needed it...I wanted more. “More sir, more...” “Does it feel good?” Jack asked grabbing my chin and making him look at me. I looked up with a big goofy grin on my face, slobber running down my chin. All I could do was nod. “You want more?” Another nod. “You want it deeper?” Several nods. “Ok,” Jack said to Blackthorn, “Switch.” Jack got up and I watched his dick bob away with regret. But it was ok cause Blackthorn sat down and his dick was right there. Now he had a man's cock, thick, strong, not as long as me but it was a solid cock, like my dad had. “Come on Everett, it's ok.” he said pushing my head down towards it. I closed my eyes and began sucking the man's cock, his taste was completely different and the second I tasted it I wanted more. His hands were entwined in my hair and as I bobbed up and down he was massaging my scalp, making my entire head tingle in pleasure. Jack's tongue pushed into me and I whimpered again around Blackthorn's beefy dick. I began pushing back again, hoping Jack could get it in deeper than Blackthorn. As Jack tongue fucked me I slurped up and down Blackthorn's dick, I couldn't take the whole thing in my mouth it was so thick, I moved around the sides like it was a huge, flesh popsicle. I began to whine as I realized Jack wasn't going any deeper. “You want more?” Jack asked me. I nodded around Blackthorn's dick. “Ok, I'll give you more.” Something smooth pressed against my hole, something pretty big. I wanted to look at what it was but Mr. Blackthorn was pushing my head down to keep me sucking. Whatever it was slowly started to enter me and I felt the same sting as when Billy put three fingers in me. But with the sting came a whole other sensation, like the pain itself was a kind of pleasure. I remember what I had learned and relaxed, pushing out as it went in. “Fuck!” Jack said as whatever it was pushed inches into me. My ass spasmed around it, not used to anything that big in it and certainly not going in! It pulled out a little and I felt the spot where it had left ache with emptiness. I pushed back quickly, not wanting to lost the feeling, impaling myself on it another couple of inches. “Fuck Ev, you really want this?” I pushed back again, ignoring the pain and focusing on the fucking fireworks going on in my ass. Something bumped up against my ass and it took my spaced mind a second to realize that it was. That was Jack! The haze in my head vanished as I realized I had a dick up my ass! I tried to pull back but all I did was push onto it more. When it hit bottom I felt that same tingle as when Billy touched me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Jack pulled his dick back a few inches and then pushed into me again. His dick slide right over that spot and I felt myself moan in spite of myself. “Yeah, come on big guy, you can do it.” I didn't want to do it but every time he moved his dick my body just went nuts and I found myself pushing back onto him. My body was meeting his thrusts as I mentally screamed for him to stop. Finally Blackthorn let go of my head and I was able to talk. “Jack! Jack....you're...uhhh....stop...please...oh god....” Jack kept fucking me, each time my train of thought shattered as I instinctively pushed back into it. “What Everett, what do you want?” “Stop...fuck...stop fuc...ohhh...” He had stopped his dick right at the spot and was just moving it back and forth like not even a quarter inch. My thoughts blurred as all I felt was fucking sex. My reason and complaints just went away as a blinding light of pleasure overwhelmed me. I don't know how long I was like that but when I came back I was covered in sweat, moving like mad. “Yeah Everett, yeah...fuck yourself, come on stud harder...” I was confused to what he meant until I realized I was doing just that. I was rocking back and forth on his cock, he had stopped moving and I was fucking myself on it. The sound of my ass hitting him was loud as I used all my strength to rear back and take all of his cock deeper and deeper. “Yeah, come on boy, harder.” There was half a moment's hesitation but it vanished as I forced his cock to hit that spot in me again. It was fucking everything and I felt what little resistance I had left just vanish. “Yeah...fuck me Jack, harder...harder...” “Yeah?” Jack asked surprised, “You asking for it now?” “Please Jack, fuck me, please...” His hands went back to my waist and he thrust forward as I pushed back. And everything inside of me just exploded. The impact of his dick into my ass was like a bomb going off, and I just went nuts. “Yes, yes....fuck me, fuck my ass....harder Jack, harder!” “You like that Ev? You like getting fucked?” “Oh yeah, fuck me Jack, fuck me all night.” “Beg me Jack, beg me to keep going.” “Please Jack, please....” I said trying to push as hard as I could back. “You really want this?” I nodded and whined. He pulled his dick out. I turned around panicked, my ass sting from the emptiness. He sat back, “Here's my dick bud, come and get it.” I realized that this was different, that I was no longer being fucked, that he wanted me to go over there and do it myself. I could hear my ego scream and me not to do this, that I was straight and I needed to stop. I saw Jack's dick twitch a drop of precum pooled up at the tip... I moved over, straddled his waist and guided his cock into me. “Come on big boy, ride me.” I put my hands around his neck, looped my legs under his knees and pushed myself down on his member. I threw my head back and moaned as I felt it bottom out in me. My sexuality screamed in despair and I just slammed myself again and again on his dick. “Whose my fucking jock bitch?” Jack asked. I slowed a little and he added, “Only jock bitches get fucked...” And again it was another line...a line my ass didn't care about. “I'm your jock bitch Jack, I am...” “Who owns your ass?” “You do Jack, you do....” “You gonna let me fuck you anytime I want?” I nodded, “Just fuck me Jack...harder.” He began to thrust up with my movements and I fucking squealed again. “Yeah scream for that dick, come on bitch...fuck yourself....harder, faster...” I did everything he said, not caring about anything else in the world but the pleasure I was feeling. “You want me to breed you?” he asked. I didn't know what that meant. “You want me to shoot my load into you? You wanna feel my cum in your tight jock ass?” I nodded, not sure what I was doing any more. “Stroke your cock for me,” he commended, “Lemme see your big dick react to me fucking you.” I grabbed my dick, who had been ready to fire off at any second and he began to push up like a fucking jackhammer. “Come on bitch, come on you knock bitch...take my seed....take it....” “Breed me Jack....fucking breed me...” I cried as my hand blurred up and down the length of my cock. “Cum for me bitch, cum for your man...” “Jack....JACK!!!” I honestly lost time. My load shot and I think I passed out for a moment. It was like an out of body experience, I could feel the warmth of Jack's cum flooding my ass, the throb of it as he just shot again and again....I could feel his nails dig into the muscles of my back as he held me there, pressed against his sweaty body, making me take his load like the jock bitch I was. I could feel the cum splash against my face and I know my tongue darted out to catch what I could. The wet warmth against our chest and abs was like a baptism as a part of my mind realized what complete ecstasy felt like. As I collapsed forward into Jack he embraced me and pulled me into him. He leaned in and kissed me hard, and I found all I wanted to do was kiss him back. Jesus Christ...what have I become?

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."