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Im en route to Tokyo, Japan. I had a long 6 hour layover so I started to scout the airport between relaxing in the lounge. It’s long been my dream to hook up at an airport and I’ve succeeded twice, but one time it was too risky so we couldn’t follow through and the other time I sucked the guy for 30 seconds before he came in my mouth so it doesn’t properly count. I almost hooked up with someone but we deemed it too risky and called it off. Then another 2 hours go by and the airport gets quiet.:. The calm in eye of the storm as it was just a lull in the flight activity for 1-2 hours. Well lucky me as a guy suddenly came online advertising his need to empty his balls. And a hot hairy muscle daddy at that! I make sure I am prepped and we arrange to meet up by one of the quiet gates in one of the corners of the building but I was going to scout it first. Some annoying lady could be heard on the phone right outside, but no guys came into the bathroom for 5 min so I decided the coast was clear. The bathroom wasn’t very big but it was not that hard to look under the separating walls and see a pair or two of feet so I wanted it to be empty lol. I messaged him and he came over right away. We went into the corner booth and and immediately we share a connection kissing like horny teenagers and rubbing our hands over each other bodies. He starts of by sucking my rock hard dick for a few min (yeah I get very turned on by forbidden scenes like that), then I returned the favor. We weren’t going to risk something long so we got to the fucking and he was pleasantly surprised by how easily his sizeable dick slid in while I was also able to massage his raw dick. He started slow stroking my hole hitting my prostate with each stroke leaving me in pig heaven stifling moans with pre cum dripping from my dick. He picked up the pace after a few min and pounded me as hard as one can do quietly for about 3-4 min. He then pulled out jerked himself off for 30 seconds before slamming it back in and holding back a primal urge to grunt and huff as he came hard inside me, I felt every pulse and the wet feeling right away. I am now waiting to board my flight filled with his babes and a little cum stain in my underwear and rock hard thinking about how I lost my airport virginity properly an hour ago. 🐽😋💦✈️

I spent the rest of the day only half paying attention to any of the conference. Went to the speakers and did the usual small talk crap. I kept thinking back to that morning when Mark’s cock throbbed and flooded my hole with his cum. My ass still throbbed now and then and twitched at the idea of what he might have in store for me. Every time I thought of his statement my cock chubbed up. I figured I would use the lunch break to sneak up to my room at take a rest and make sure I hadn’t leaked through my suit. As I was crossing the lobby to the bank of elevators I saw Mark coming in from outside head the same way. The doors opened and I went in quickly hoping to not have to ride up with him. Just when I thought I was another person stepped in pausing the doors from closing and Mark and the stranger joined me. I turned and faced forward with Mark to my side and the stranger in front of us talking loudly into their phone about some random topic. Stranger got off on 3 and we were left alone. As soon as the doors closed Mark turn to me and, grabs my chin and stares in my eyes and orders me to strip and get on all four on my bed once we get to the rooms. As soon as he touched me my cock got rock hard and my knees went weak. How could he have such power over me in so short a time. We walked to our separate doors and went in. As soon as my door closed I started ripping off my suit and tie. I couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough wanting to have that thick uncut cock in me again, I was on all fours and waiting when I heard the door open and felt him approach. A bottle of poppers was thrown near my head and I grabbed them willingly and started taking a hit as I felt his hard cock pushing against my hole. Before I exhaled He grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one go. Taking my breath away he started slamming into my hole. Fuck he felt so good in my ass. His jack hammer pace and the waiting all day had the effect of making me into a slut. Slamming my ass back on his cock. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and his thrust were coming more erratic. Suddenly I felt my own cock responding and my ass hole twitched and clench as my load shot out onto the bed bellow me just as I felt his cock spasming in my ass dropping what felt like a huge load. Just then I heard Mark say “Wow you are a fucking slut waiting to be bred aren’t you” Except his voice was coming from the communicating doors not from behind me……

A few years ago I met a fuck buddy introduce me to being shared with other men. I was hooked and loved it right from the start. He loved watching other men breed me and genuinely enjoyed organising multiple men to use me, before meeting him I've been in a 10-year monogamous relationship, so this was my first introduction to this kind of thing, yet I became hocked. I think he could see I was a pig deep down and after the first time he shared me with a few other men. It became something I enjoyed and did regularly with him. One time he took me to a sex club and watched multiple men Breed me while I was in a sling in a dark room. Every time he shared me with men, it just drove me to be more of a pig and I just wanted to be shared more. Yes, I enjoy one on one, but now I just crave being shared and I wondered what that is and we're the Urge comes from. Outside of the bedroom, I come across as a straight laced gentleman but I also had and up bring you in the Mormon religion, and I often wonder if the suppression drives this.

Inside, it was busier than earlier in the day. Shadowy figures wandered the corridors, their faces lit up blue from the porn flickering on the screens in the booths. I could tell David was excited, and his eyes went wide when he saw an old man lying back on a sofa being sucked by a bald headed man kneeling between his hairy thighs. “Oooh...my!” He gasped. I thought their age and ugliness might put him off, but he was flushed and obviously turned on. “C’mon,” I whispered. We went deeper into the maze of corridors and booths. We had also attracted attention – young, fresh, meat unusual in this sleazy venue. Several men were following us and rubbing their stained crotches. We found ourselves in a dead end. A small room with a flickering TV screen and a round, PVC covered couch in the middle. A chubby old man was bending over the couch, trousers down, watching the porn and being fucked from behind by a skinny, middle-eastern looking guy. David put his hand to his mouth in shock. He had never seen a man being buggered before and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cock appearing and disappearing between the flabby buttocks. “He’s...he’s ...doing it without a condom!” He hissed in my ear. “I know,” I whispered back. “Exciting isn’t it? Slowly, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. David gasped as he saw me begin to rub it and looked at me in embarrassment but couldn’t help rubbing the bulge in his own crotch. The small area was filling with men now, old, sleazy, smelling of body odour. There was a sharp tang as someone opened poppers and passed them round. The aroma filled the space and I felt my heart race. David felt it too. “What’s that smell?” He asked. “Poppers. Something to relax you.” I replied as I pulled open his belt, undid his trousers and pushed them and his pants down. He moaned but didn’t resist as his short, stubby cock sprang up below a soft, round belly barely covered in hair. The bottle was pressed to my nose. I breathed deep and felt the solvent fill me with lust. I pushed it against David’s nostril and made him breath it. “Ahhh… what the…” He gasped and sagged against me. An old man fell to his knees and began to suck my cock. At the same time, the group closed in on David. Someone grabbed his head, pulled him forward and slid their cock into his mouth. “Nnnnoo...mmf” He moaned but he steadied himself against the man’s thighs and began to suck despite himself. I realised this was getting heavy. They were more interested in my cousin than me. Not surprising as I saw his ample buttocks pale and glistening with sweat as he bent forward. The middle-eastern guy stopped fucking on the bed. The cock he pulled out from the flabby bottom was wet and surprisingly long. The fat guy made way, and the group of men carried David with them over to the couch. “What...wait! Ian!” He gasped as he found himself bent over the couch, bare bottom upraised. More poppers were being passed round as the middle-eastern guy squeezed lube on his fingers. As he did so, I saw the black biohazard tattoo on his belly and he grinned at me as he applied the lube to David’s arsehole. “Stop...don’t!” Gasped David, but someone gave him poppers and he sagged on the mattress. I moved next to him and stroked his sweaty hair. “Take it easy, “ I whispered. “ It will feel good in a moment.” The middle-eastern guy dropped the lube, grabbed his cock and began to push the meaty head into my cousin’s bottom. “AHHH!...it hurts!” He gasped, but then the fat head opened him up, burst inside and the rest of the slimey cock slid up inside David. His cries turned to groans as the man began to slowly sodomise him. “There” I whispered. “Doesn’t that feel good?” “He’s...he’s not wearing a condom...what if he’s poz?” He gasped, but his body reacted to the thrusting cock, pushing back to meet it. “What if he is?” I said. “Do you want me to stop him? Or do you want his babies?” David sobbed in surrender. His hand sought mine. “ I...I..don’t want him to stop.” I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Good. You will feel so sexy once it’s in you.” I nodded to the man and pointed at his tattoo. “Very good! Cum, yes?” He smiled and began to thrust more strongly. David gripped my hand and after a minute or two, his buttocks rippled as the man gave a low series of grunts and heavy jerks as he spurted inside the pale body bent before him. I watched the long, glistening cock emerge from David’s arsehole followed by a surprisingly thick drool of cum. He was panting heavily and flushed as he looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and shame. “What...what have I done...but it felt so good.” He made to get up, but I stroked his face then gently held his shoulders down. “Not yet, David. We’ve only just started.” I held some poppers to him and he sniffed it eagerly. An old, bald man dropped his trousers and underwear and eagerly got behind David’s sweating bottom. His veiny thighs had dark blotches on them and his cock was thick and greasy as he thrust it into the dripping hole. “mmmm….yeah!” This time David welcomed the cock up into his backside and I knew his corruption was complete.

So I have always been "good". Only ever had one hookup and would never get intimate with someone who I wasnt dating and want to be in a relationship with. Well I started to date this dom and he didnt let me cum often. This made me go crazy and set a change in me. After things ended with the dom I know I needed dick. So I jumped on the apps. The first guy I went to. Very verbal and knew exactly what I was. Within 30 minutes, I was on my knees in front of him. He was average but boy did he know how to treat me. He came in my mouth and let me lick his cock clean. Back home I made a promise to myself that I wouldnt cum until I got another load. I went back on the apps and found someone local. This time was a lot more sensual. We were naked rubbing up against each other. It wasn't the best as he was too soft with me. But after some intense throat fucking. I got his cum. After getting back home I had the urge to get more. Someone just sent me a photo of their dick, which was beautiful, and within a few messages, he was standing outside my door. This fella was pretty hot. Toned with muscled hairy legs. His dick was thick, heavy and probably the biggest ive ever seen. He didnt take long fucking my throat. When I say fucking, it was pounding. It felt so right but my throat was sore from the other guys. I wish I took it longer. I was swooning over his dick. He wasnt very verbal but he didnt need to be. Pushing my limits when I tried to pull off of it, he pushed it back down. He came in my throat and I begged him next time to fuck me. After this I had another message from someone I was trying to see earlier. It was about 23:30 by now and I was getting tired. But I knew I wanted this and didnt want to let him down. Guy number 4 came round and made me suck his dick for a bit. I asked him not to shower as i'm a slut for scent and he let me just take it all in. I tried to swallow his piss but It was just too strong. So he pissed on me instead. Unfortunately he was on a no fap plan, but the precum was pretty amazing. He then left and I was sitting their thinking how I had been sexual with 4 guys in less than 12 hours. When the total number of people previous to that was 7. I still wanted more. I wanked off but that didnt help. I wanted more dick. I hope to keep going and provide a service to all these men. I want some fucking next time. I am becoming my true self. A faggot.

I usually deep trust and unload, let it sit and then continue stroking til I bust again and repeat until I’m fully drained. After I drop my first load the ass feels so much better and I get hornier. I never pull out. I don’t know how pornstars do it. I get into a frenzy when I’m about to cum and there’s no satisfying feeling like gripping hips/neck, or cinching the jockstrap/thong and releasing in a beautiful ass.

(late 90's) I look back now and wished I'd taken better advantage of my youth. I was in my 20's and did absolutely nothing social. I was creative if you gave me a pen and paper but if you plopped me down in a gathering of friends, I was quiet and boring. The only contact I had with other people was at work or with my friend Troy. I only had a friendship with him because he'd foisted it upon me. He lived on the same floor of the my apartment building and absolutely refused to be ignored. He was flamboyantly gay and figured out I was closeted pretty early on. We forced me to interact with him no matter how cold my attitude was. I started to like him. No sexual attraction at all, but he had a good heart. He was throwing himself a birthday party at a club downtown, and not going was out of the question. I'd never been to a gay bar before, but there was just no way out of it. So on that Friday bight, I dressed up a little and went to this place called "Jax". I hated it at first. Everybody knew each other and everybody was having fun. I almost walked right back out, but Troy had already seen me. I was the first of his guests to arrive. I walked over to where he was sitting and sat across from him. "No.No. Sit next to me. Be my arm candy. This has always been my favorite table because you can see everyone that walks in. You're early. God! You really don't know anything, do you? Never come early or right on time to a party, Les! The bartender is delivering a pitcher of beer and some shots. I was going to drink it all as a warm-up, but I'll share." "Happy birthday, Troy." "Thank you, Sweetie. Than you for the card as well. Nobody sends birthday cards anymore...the only ones I got were from you and my mom." The club was starting to fill up, but only about three more of his invitees came. We all sat on the same side of the table because Troy didn't want anybody blocking his view of the action. We drank a lot. I wasn't really used to alcohol but had a high tolerance for it somehow. Metabolism? Anyway, the party was pretty much a bust. The other "friends" blew kisses and left for other hot spots. I stayed because I figured my friend would be too wasted to get himself home. "Dumb queens. Who needs 'em? Thank you for staying, Les. I know how much you hate it here, Means a lot." And then a small group of guy in robes and pajamas blustered through the front door. Weird. "Ugh. Another pajama party. Those are getting way too common these days. Oh God, that bald guy is carrying a teddy bear. Look." "What do they do at a pajama party?" "They all go club to club in their PJ's and then back to somebody's place to have a group fuck or something. I refuse to go to one. I sleep in the buff anyway. Oh no!" "What?" "The Ripper is among them." "The what? Who?" "See that guy with the curly reddish-brown hair and beard? The really tall one? That's The Ripper." "Why is he called that?" "It fits. You take him to your place and he rips your rectum and then rips your valuables. Rips condoms. Rips you completely." "He looks harmless." "Oh God, Les, Don't even get curious. I shouldn't have said anything." "Why?" "Because you're an innocent oddball who's a prime target for people like him. You are his type." "But I don't even have any valuables." "You have your health and your life. He's got the recipe." 'The Recipe' was the his code for HIV. ""How do know all this?" "Darling, I know everyone in this town. I see all. Be right back...I'm going to find a nice normal guy for you. Stay here." He left. I immediately looked over at Ripper only to find he was already looking at me. Shit! This is why I never socialized...too many landmines. He was kind of handsome, though. Troy came with more shots, a stack of napkins and a pen. "I saw you look over there. Stop. Have a drink and draw me some cartoons." I was an amateur cartoonist and liked to draw for other people. I wasn't published. I drew really raunchy 'toons that I knew Troy would like. I liked making him laugh. We had more drinks and more fun. Every time I glanced over at Ripper, he was still looking at me. "I saw that, Les. Stop. Keep drawing. Oh look! Here's Barry!" One of Troy's friends had shown up late for the party. They exchanged hugs and kisses...which got more intimate. They were both drunk. They full on made out right there at the table. "Barry and I are going to dance now, Stay put and keep drawing. I'll be back." But he never came back. He had vanished. Well, good for him. He was going to get a birthday fuck. Oh well. I had drank so much, but didn't feel intoxicated. Maybe it was my Scottish ancestry. I should probably go too, but the presence of Ripper kept me in my chair. Most of his little PJ party had moved on, leaving him all alone. I looked at him again and smiled. He returned the smile and nodded. Landmine. The bartender came by and asked if I needed anything. I ordered two vodka tonics because I didn't want him thinking I was by myself. I put one of them about a foot away from me in order to keep up the illusion I wasn't a single loser. Ripper was alone now. What a weird thing to see a grown man in his pajamas siting alone. I should go say 'hi' or something. I downed the first drink and shamelessly grabbed the seconf, trying to decide what I should do. I didn't have to. He came over to me and plopped a teddy bear right in front of me. "Hi. This guy needs a new home. My friend Josh left this behind. Can I sit?" "Thanks. Yes. Absolutely.' "I'm Craig, What happened to your friend?" Hi Craig. I'm Les. I think my buddy got lucky. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure, Wow. You've been sucking down the booze all night...are you sure you want any more?" "I'm cold sober for whatever reason. Or maybe not. My drawing are getting a little sloppy, I'll have one more and call it a night." "You come to a beer and DRAW?? No offense, but that's weird. Can I look?" He shuffled through my cartoons and smiled. "What happened to the pajama party" "Who knows? They're all flakes. I get abandoned by those guys regularly. Its just us now. Can I sit closer to you?" I patted Troy's empty stool and he was right next to me. "So I guess your pal told you all about me." "He's a gossip, but, yeah -- he told me some stuff."' "Guys like him are the reason I can't get laid anymore. Fucker." "Any of it true." "Of course not. I just pissed off somebody once and they spread rumors to ruin me." "Sorry. It seemed dubious to me. You seem nice." "Really? Thanks. I've never seen you out before. New in town?" "No. This just isn't my scene. I hate crowds." "Well, it's not crowded now. Let's have another round and go back to my place. I wouldn't ask to go back to yours because I don't want you to think I'd rob you." But he lived way North of the city, and I didn't want to drive that far. We drank more. "I like you, Craig." Maybe the alcohol was starting to affect me. He reached over, took my hand and stuck it down the front of his pajama pants. I felt the biggest erection in the world. It was hot and a little moist. "You seem normal, but you like danger. I can tell." "Oh, hell. Everything you heard is true. I admit it. Can you admit it turned you on?" "I can." What turns you on most? That I can ruin assholes? That I sabotage condoms? That my cum is poisonous? That I'm a criminal?" "All of the above." "Good. Let's go. I promise if we go back to your place, I won't take anything that's not mine." We left and got to my apartment. He took off his slippers and t-shirt. OK. This was happening now. He waited for me to do something. I stripped. "Danger. You're in the danger zone now, boy. Lie down here on the floor." I did and he collapsed on top of me. We kissed long and hard as he humped me. I grabbed that infamous boner again. Dear Lord. "Got a condom? You realize I'll tear it off at some point, but we can pretend for a bit if you want." "Are you really HIV+?" "Oh yeah. And it's potent. No meds can make it go away. You wanted danger and now it's aimed right for your ass." He spit on his fingers and massaged two of them into my hole. "This will hurt and make you bleed like crazy. You'll have to get an area rug for this carpet." "Rip me." That set him off and shoved that thing nearly half way into me. I wanted to scream, but he held one of his huge hands over my mouth. "You're lucky that it's been so long for me. I'll cum soon. Hang on. Here's what you wanted. Ahhhh. Shittt!" I was in severe pain and could feel my ruined anus bleeding. He was done. The Ripper had completed his task. We lie there together for a minute. "Mind if I spend the night? I've already got my pajamas here." "Let's go to bed." It was a nice night. He let me suck him and we fucked twice more. He let himself out that Saturday morning. I spent the whole day in bed, listening to my body. It was wrecked and full of bad cum. I needed to find him again.

Mine after some fun

All my regular FWB's and I all love to eat a cock from a hole. I always clean my top's cock off when he has finished fucking and loading my hole. But I love in a 3sum where all the guys enjoy flip/flop fucking and sucking cocks that were just in another guy's ass. Also love cleaning a cock clean that has just dumped in another guy's hole. Then go over and lick the hole clean as well. I know my buddies and everyone gets tested regularly. They love to play like pigs. So do I. Definitely a faveourite activity!

If I'm super horny I'll continue fucking the entire hole as I spray...this keeps the fuck hole nice and lubed for round 2. My last load is always buried balls deep in a sluts hole or throat

I am on a short scuba diving trip. Staying at a small resort. I was laying out by the pool in a thong bottom trying to get a little sun between passing clouds. Some new guests arrived and I noticed one looking out at me. In a bit he worked his way over to chat. I could tell he was hung because his dick was showing through his shorts. We talked a bit and he kept commening on my body and I am pretty sure it was clear I was staring at his growing hard on. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him nw or later. And he said now. He asked me to come up to his room in about 30 minutes and we could talk. I walked up on cue and knocked and the door came open to a huge stiff hard on and I went right down on it. He did not last long. There was so much it spurt past my lips and down my chin on the floor tiles. He has invited me back up later for round two. He needs to unpack and get all that mundane stuff done.

I had a quick stop in Berlin (Kylie concert) and went to Lab.oratory after it. It was a very busy night as I had to wait more than an hour in line. I was feeling very tired after a long day sightseeing and seeing the concert so I was pleasantly surprised that I racked up 8 fucks (3 of them amazing!), sucked some fine dick, and got bred by 5 dudes. It was great feeling the smell of cum as I had a little cum fart in my hotel bed last night preparing for an early flight back home. Special thanks to the guy with the big fat 8 inch dick who loudly came for 2 minutes in my ass then thanking me for taking care of his babies 😋💦🐽

On my way home from work today. I left early because of the holiday weekend. I thought that it may be a busy day at the video store. It was steady. I got there around 1:30 and I saw a daddy that has a big dick that I know. He won’t fuck me but he loves when I suck him. We went into a booth where I proceeded to make love to his cock for awhile. He fed me his load and I was off to find more. There was a booth that was open and playing a video so I went in to watch. An older black guy wanted to come in so I let him in. He pulled out his beautiful 8 or 9” cock and I did my job and got on my knees and started sucking. A few minutes later after he was fully hard he pulled me up turned me around and yanked my shorts down. I instinctively reached back to grab his cock to guide him in but he slapped my hand away. He pushed my head down so I was bent over. Kicked my legs apart. Spit on his hand and rubbed it on my pussy. I knew he wasn’t going to use me gently so I grabbed my poppers and started to inhale. He slammed in me hard and started to pound my pussy relentlessly. I was happy to be used like this. He fucked me hard and then came in me even harder. I tried to tell him thank you and how grateful I was but he just pulled his pants up and left. I noticed the video had stopped so I pulled my shorts up and walked out of the booth. I walked around a little. I gave another blow job to a hot black guy. He shot in my mouth unceremoniously. I walked around a little more and found a door open with a older guy with a nice body and hairy chest stroking his above average cock. I went in and started to suck him. He plumped up nice so I stood up and turned around and gave him the fag stance. He slipped right in and started to fuck me. I felt the need to tell him that I already had a load in me and he said that it was hot. I asked him what gets him off because I wanted to earn his load. He said pigs that have loads in them and want more. It sounded like me. Lol. He fucked me slow and hard and really used my pussy. He finally gave me a really nice load to top me off. I said to him “ your load makes me feel all CHARGED up now.” He just gave me a dirty grin. My pussy was now leaking cum and I was on a mission to get more. I left the booth and walked around some more. I couldn’t find anyone that wanted to play and I was just about to leave when the first guy that bred me came back. The older black guy. I said “ do you need to breed another load in me sir?” He just looked through me. Like I wasn’t human. That made me want him to fuck me even more. I kept watching him walk around. I didn’t want to push it. If he wanted to use me he just had to let me know. After about 30 minutes he walked by me and right into a booth. I walked over and open the door and he motioned me in. It was similar to the first time he bred me he took out his beautiful cock and I started to suck him to get hard. His cock tasted like cum and pussy. He pulled me up again and I assumed the gag pose. I got out my poppers and started huffing hard. He started to pound me again. I told him that I had another man’s load in with his. He said I was a good pig and fucked another load in me. I left to go to happy hour with friends. I kept thinking what they would think if they knew I had three loads of strangers cum inside me.

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

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.

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

Deep ring, absolutely, prostate is not that deep, mostly that's my shaft rubbing into it. If he's good and hard - the pulsing is undeniable and lovely. Never feel the load per se but the friction gets less for sure - you can tell you just got WET indirectly. But most of what makes the top unloading inside you SO awesome is the pulsing feeling, the expression on his face, the nature of his thrusts, etc. That is SO SO SO hot...

I think you like it because it is a fucking hot experience for anyone. I loved getting fucked in the baths in my younger days. I love group sex now and wish I could get more of it. Finding someone you trust and wants to share you with others is incredible - enjoy it and seek it out! Memories for later in life. I'm glad I slutted when I was younger and had the opportunities.

While I have had a lot of gay incest experience, and have had great sexual experiences with the men in my family, I am first to say it’s not for everyone. It worked for us. We had a more male environment, as the parents were divorced and fucking hated her for leaving dad, so I was fucking all over the man, making sure he didn’t go without. I used to love going to the grocery store with dad. He had these thick, Italian, hairy legs, wearing shorts, no underwear, so could see his thick hog. Women would fucking throw themselves at the man, but we’d get home and he’d be banging the fuck out me. Never had to come out either, as I am sure he realized I was gay when I always begging for him not to stop while he was fucking me.

Not a great ass shot but I think my boi hole is visible enough.

I love this story so much! The use of drugs is exceptional, I’ve loved drugs since , well forever, my whole life. And the way the uncles have no problem using their whore nephew is just beautiful. Incest is awesome. All my family use of me has been amazing.

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

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.

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

Part 5 – Man of his word Travis did as he was told. He got back on the bed and went straight into doggie position. Reggie walked away to a dresser on the other side of the room. When he returned, he was fidgeting with his phone in one hand and a loaded pipe in the other. He texted away for a few minutes and then walked back to the bed. Reggie took a good sized rip and blew out his cloud. He hands the pipe down to the boy in front of him. Travis took his turn on the pipe and as he was letting his own cloud go, he felt Reggie’s tongue invading his hole. T: oh my gaaaa Reggie was eating his ass out like it was his last meal. When he had it dripping wet, he backed up to admire the puckering hole before him. G: Hey Regg, you promised me… Reggie turned his gaze toward the other twink in the sling. He looked down as the cum was leaking from his hole. The sight made his dick bounce. R: yes, I remember. And I’m a man of my word. Reggie stands up and walks over to the sling. He releases the twink and he gets out of the contraption. Garth was hard from the fucking he had just endured. He steps behind his best friend. Reggie had promised him that he could pop his friend’s cherry. Reggie walks off to his setup and comes back with a small bottle of his personal parTy lube. He squeezes some into his hand and grabs Garth by the dick. Slowly, he coats the twink’s dick with a thick layer of lube. R: now hurry up and drop your load. I said you had first dibs but I’m getting in right after you. Robbie reloads the pipe and takes a hit as the boy lines up his dick. He hands the pipe over to Garth. R: take a hit and hold it as you slide into him. Robbie goes down to Travis’s level and hands him a bottle of poppers. He quickly explains how they work. Travis takes 3 big hits of poppers, followed by Garth lighting up and pushing himself forward into his best friend. Garth slips half his 6 inches into bottom. He releases the cloud as the sound of moaning came from the bottom. R: go ahead and do that again. Both of you. Both of the boys listened. The snorting of poppers and flick of the lighter and another push. Boom. Garth bottoms out. All of his dick is inside his friend. The feeling was surreal. Garth just stayed there getting used to the feeling of having his dick gripped by a tight ass. After what seemed like forever for Garth, he finally starts to rock back and forth. He stayed balls deep in him as he rocked forward and back. He took him time and went slow. He was lost in a daze of feelings. He hardly even realized his friend was moaning and begging for more cock. When he finally tuned in and heard Travis moaning like a whore, that tipped him over the edge and he shot his load deep in his friend’s hole. Travis felt like a million bucks after his orgasm and had a big grin on his face. He pulls out and looks over at Reggie for some encouragement or something, he didn’t know what. Reggie was jerking off to the side watching the show. Already all lubed up. R: aww, wasn’t that cute. You made love to your friend. Hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna fuck his tight hole until I get my fill. Now move over little homie. He brushed Gary away and lined up behind Travis. Reggie looked down at the tight hole that was just starting to close. R: oh no, we cant have that. Hold on bitch, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Reggie pushed the tip of his dick against the boy’s entrance. It was resisting until the boy hit the poppers. POP! The head pops in. T: oh damn, It’s so thick R: oh baby, it aint even in yet. That’s just my head. Do you want me to stop? Reggie pulled his dick out. Travis felt so empty. He couldn’t take it, the tina playing with his head. T: please fuck me Reggie. I need it. R: take another 3 hits of poppers as I push in. Reggie placed his dick back at the entrance and waited. He heard the first sniff and pushed forward. His head popped back in. A moan escaped the boy. Second sniff and push – 3 inches slid in eliciting another moan. R: okay baby, one more and I can start the pounding. A third sniff and Reggie grabs the twink by the waist and pushes in with all his weight. He bottoms out. All 9 inches are inside the boy. This left Travis whimpering a bit but thoroughly enjoying it. T: OMG I feel like you are ripping me in two. But in a good way. R: yeah, lets just hold here a min to let you get used to my thickness. Don’t worry I’m not a one pump chump like some guys. Reggie turns to Garth and laughs. Its ok boy, you’ll level up soon enough. Then he turns his attention back to his bottom. R: ok, enough time. Lets get this fuck on the road. Hey Garth, come around here and hold the poppers for him. He is not gonna be able to hold the bottle steady once I start. Garth runs around and gets on the bed and gets into position to do his assigned task. Reggie pulls almost completely out, leaving just his head in the hole. Then he unceremoniously slams forward and pushes all 9 back in. The poor twink yelped. T: can you go slower please? R: oh yeah for sure baby. Reggie gave a devilish grin that neither one of the boys saw. Reggie again pulled almost out and then slammed back in. he picked up the pace and slapping against the boy’s ass in no time at all. Travis is half moaning, half crying, trying to plead Reggie to go slower. Reggie had no interest in what the twink was saying. He had a virgin (practically) to pop. Travis tries to lean forward and escape his position. But to no avail, Reggie just shifted his weight and slammed the twink into his stomach on the mattress. Reggie used his knees to spread the legs apart. He wanted to get as far into the hole as possible. The half cries and pleading was just a turn on for Reggie. Every time he heard it, he would pound harder trying to get deeper. R: Garth, you are sleeping on the job. The boy needs poppers. Garth, who had been watching the assault and jerking his dick while watching snapped out of it and pushed the bottle of poppers under his friend’s nose. 3 good sniffs in and Garth backed away to get a good view again. Reggie lifted the boy and turned him around. He threw the twink’s legs on his shoulder and pushed himself back into the boy’s hole. He looked down at the boy with streaks of tears down his cheek. He had stopped crying and was now only moaning. R: see that wasn’t so bad. Just needed you to get used to it. Reggie pumped into the boy’s body and was making slap sounds from the pounding. He shifts his weight and get into the hole at a different angle. The sound of his balls slapping into the ass echoed in the room. It only took and hour or so of pounding to get Reggie to finally cum. After pumping the boy full of his cum, he falls between the legs of the boy. R: damn, you sucked the soul right out of me. Rest up boy. You too Garth. I’m taking a small break but we are far from done. Reggie pounded the boys all night and into the next day. When they finally were leaving, they both had 5 loads leaking out their holes. R: come by next weekend boys. I have a few friends that would love to meet you guys. The boys piled into the car and drove off. When they got to Travis’s house, they both got off and headed to his room. His room had it’s own bathroom so they both jumped in the shower. They washed away all the sweat, dried saliva, and dried cum off each other’s bodies. The 2 boys both jumped into Travis’s queen size bed. They held each other and tried to fall asleep. Tried and tried and tried to go to sleep. They finally gave up and started making out. Travis pulled out his bottle of lube and they were off to the races. Garth gave Travis another load and then Travis gave Garth one. After fucking each other for about an hour, only after they were thoroughly out of energy did they finally slip into sleep. Both of them dreaming of what new adventures awaited them next weekend.

New Beginning Part 7 I’d been on edge all week leading up to our session with Jack. After all, I was Jack’s cuntboy. That hadn’t changed, and I wasn’t sure how Alex would feel seeing me slip right into it. Yeah, Alex was the dominant one with me, but never like Jack and, honestly, I knew he just didn’t have it in him. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to go as far as Jack, and that’s exactly why I kept going back. And despite everything, it only made me love Alex more. I know. I admit it. I loved him. I had from the very start, but I still couldn’t say it. Like he said, I had a way of holding things back. It was a defense mechanism that I needed to work on. And knowing him, he wouldn’t say it until I did. That was his coping strategy. It was during one of those long talks about everything that happened with Jack when it finally hit me. He had completely fucked with my head. I wasn’t even the same guy from 10 months ago when Alex came back into my life. Everything had changed, especially me. Once Jack found out about Alex, he made sure to keep me spun from the minute I arrived, leading me to this weekend. Did I need it? No, but I needed to able to let go of everything and concentrate on Jack. On Friday, we started with a gym session, wanting to be at peak for our first session with Jack. Since I was already keeping myself smooth, I got in the shower for a touch up before getting Alex ready. Hearing the clippers buzzing, I laughed, remembering how things first started with us as the hair fell from his body onto the floor. Then the moment came, showing he was committed to it. He stood there, clippers still vibrating. His face and body clipped down, but head still covered in curls. Smiling at me, he took a deep breath and ran the clippers over his head, revealing his pale scalp. I just stood there as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. “Fucking love the feel of your skin after right after,” Alex whispered, rubbing his hands over me. “Don’t ever stop.” “Fucker, Jack would never allow it,” I admitted, accidently letting it slip how much control Jack actually had over me. “So,” he said, hesitating for a second, then grabbed my sac. “Do you always do what he wants?” I knew the answer but held off. It was too soon, and we had to get through this weekend. Grabbing his arms, I lifted them and watched his pecs rise, exposing the patch of remaining hair in his pits. His scent filled my nostrils, and I started flicking my tongue, lapping up the sweat from our workout. “Goddamn, fuck!” he moaned, forgetting the question, and reached down and held my head against it. After a bit, I pulled back and told him I needed to get him ready. I started rubbing the shaving gel onto his pecs, taking my time with it. Honestly, my hands probably lingered more than they needed to. While I was doing it, I reminded him what Jack was expecting, "Don't forget. From the minute we get there, just follow my lead." “Yeah, I remember,” he grinned as I gripped his tit tightly to shave his pec. “OUCH!” he winced, pulling back. I rolled my eyes, finishing them up, and shifted to his abs thinking, “Jack’s gonna love working on those tits.” Alex just stood there, eyes closed, not saying a word. I watched the goosebumps rise as the remaining hair disappeared. Once done, I stood back, looking the beginning of his transformation. His upper body was smooth again. My eyes moved down past his abs to see his cock still at full mast. I so wanted him to fuck me, right then, but had to finish. I knelt in front of him and coated his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Starting at his ankles, I made my way up. Cupping his sac, he pulled them up and I shaved away the last of the hair on his legs. He didn’t need me to say a thing after that. He knew what to do. It was all coming back to him. He let go, turned around, and leaned forward against the shower wall. Fuck, I was loving it. I told him to spread ‘em and made sure his ass and cunt were hairless again. Once his cunt was done, I moved on to his crotch, his cock almost taking out my eye. After cleaning it up, there was only area left. Licking off the drops of precum from his piss slit, I grabbed his sac and stretched it out. “Fuck Luke,” he smiled down at me. “You think Jack, uh Sir, is gonna approve?” "Yeah, he will," I chuckled, catching him referring Jack as ‘Sir.’ Now done, I sank back on my haunches, taking him in, smooth again after all these years. “What?” he smiled, looking down at me. “Don’t get me wrong, Alex. I thought you were a fucking sexy sonofabitch when I saw you again, but honestly, I missed you like this,” I sighed, standing up and taking hold of his shaved junk before leading him into the bedroom. “Fuck me.” Alex was totally on board, but he glanced at the time and paused. I brushed it off and told him we were catching the later ferry and that I’d already filled Jack in. What he didn’t realize was that the later ferry had been the plan from the start. I needed him to get the urge to fuck me out of his system so he could focus on what was coming. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The second I felt his smooth, freshly shaved skin against mine, I stopped holding back. Our tongues fought for control while my hands moved over his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of that smooth skin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I slipped my hand between his ass and fingered his smooth cunt. “Daddy’s gonna fucking love this,” I purred, knowing what Jack liked. "Yeah?" he moaned, raising his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, fucker. He definitely will,” I agreed, knowing he was perfect now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my abs, so I kissed him and moved on top of him. Straddling him, I raised his arms and lapped at his smooth pits. Moving to his tit, I started nibbling on it. “Shit yeah!” he growled, feeling me take a bite. “Harder!” I kept going, smiling to myself that he wanted it harder. He was making things easier. By now I could feel his shaft between my ass. Grabbing it, I easily slipped it in. “Goddamn Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, feeling myself sliding over his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me, stretching me out with every thrust. “You like that don’t you, you goddamn cuntboy?” he snarled, sitting up and pushing himself on top of me before shoving it in deeper with each stroke. “Your Daddy ever fuck you this deep?” “Fuck no, Alex. More! Fucking breed me deep!” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Didn’t think so,” he grunted, “Every time he‘s fucking you, remember how mine feels, bigger, deeper than he’ll ever get.” It was true, but I knew what Alex was doing. He wanted to fuck Jack out of my mind with every rough and hungry fuck he gave me. It wasn’t the first time. What he didn’t realize is that Jack knew how get in touch with the deepest part of my soul. “Fucking take it!” he yelled, his balls slapping again and again on my ass. On he went, now covered in sweat, ramming into me. I didn’t want it to end but I knew what I had to do. Tightening my cunt around his shaft, I could feel Alex’s thrusts shortening. It was working. A few seconds later, he started shaking. “FUCKING CUMMING!” he screamed out as his eyes rolled back, driving deeper into me. The feeling was too much for me and my cunt started pulsing. “Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Alex’s cock. I held onto him tightly, getting him through the familiar spasms. Jack had told me to make sure it worked, and it had, just like I thought it would. We stayed like that for a bit until Alex was ready. “Shit...” He moaned, pulling out his dripping cock. “Hope Jack doesn’t mind that happened. I couldn’t help it.” “Fuck no, especially when he feels it in me,” I chuckled, taking him into my mouth and cleaning off the mess. “Now let’s get ready.” Afterwards, we got straight to it. I grabbed our jockstraps, still damp, reeking of sweat. We’d spent the week we spent working out at in them to get them just right. Throwing mine to Alex, I pressed my face into his. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I growled and put it on. Alex stood there, grinning in my jockstrap, the pouch bulging with his cock, stretched and stuffed. Then he stepped up to the full-length mirror, checking himself out with that cocky smile of his. I came up behind him, hands sliding over his pecs, palms full of hard, smooth muscle. It felt like we were right back at the start. Only now, our bodies were bigger, stronger, more built, more defined. I started growling as my fingers slowly spread over his hard tits and gripped them. “Goddamn,” I muttered against his neck and kissed it. “We should live in these things.” Alex caught my eye in the mirror, smirking. “We’d never get anything done if we walked around like this all day.” “And that would be bad?” I joked, grabbing his junk and biting at his neck. He let out a low moan, gripping my hands. “Fuck.” I turned him to face me. “Seriously, we have to go.” He glanced down at his obvious bulge and grinned. “Then you better quit.” It was gonna be a hot weekend, so we tossed on some shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, not planning to leave Jack’s place or needing anything else. The ride to the terminal was quiet, both of us caught up in our own thoughts. Once on the ferry, we headed straight to my usual spot on the upper deck without saying much. "I get why you like it here," Alex said, gazing out at the water. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of it, too busy thinking about what was coming next to really hear him. "The view," he said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Yeah, it's..." I started, but a loud blast from the ferry horn cut me off, and I couldn’t help laughing. Alex grinned, remembering my first ferry ride with Jack. “Is that for us?” “Yup,” I smiled, waving up at the captain, and kissed him. It was starting to get dark when we got to the island. I could see the black SUV waiting for us at the edge of the parking lot and we made our way over. Jack rolled down the window and our eyes met. Alex glanced at me, then back at Jack, saying nothing but sizing him up with sharp eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at Jack, the man that had turned me into what I was and exposed the parts of me that I had kept hidden from Alex. I told Alex to take the passenger seat then stepped toward Jack without looking back. “You did good, cuntboy,” he whispered, securing my collar before slipping me some tina from his fist. “Now get in the back.” I felt the burn penetrating my nasal membrane and smiled as hit me. It was starting. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, slowly licking the remains from his fist. “Thanks.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else was watching. I had one thing on my mind, and nothing was gonna stop me. Opening the door, I stripped down to my jockstrap, tossing the clothes in the back and sat down. Alex just sat there, eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. “Fucking cuntpig,” Jack smiled, catching the cum still seeping out. “Daddy, this is Alex,” I grinned, making the introduction. “Alex, this is my Daddy, Jack.” "Hello, Sir," Alex said, steadying himself as he met Jack’s gaze. “Thanks for having me over this weekend.” Jack looked him up and down, not bothering to hide it. “You’re welcome, boy. I’m guessing cuntboy, here, already filled you in about what’s expected of you?” “Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes locking on Jack’s before quickly stripping down like me. “Good boy,” he smiled, catching the sight of his shaved body and growing bulge. “Impressive.” “Thanks, Sir,” Alex grinned, genuinely caught off guard at the compliment. Relaxing, we talked about routine things on the way, making Alex more and more comfortable. I had told them so much about each other that Alex felt like they had known each other forever. Reaching the house, we entered through the garage and into the kitchen. “Go on boys, I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Boy, why don’t show Alex the view from the deck.” “Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and showed him the way. Making our way past the living room, I pulled Alex onto the deck where he spotted the packed pipe just sitting there on the table waiting for us. “Yep,” I growled as I reached for it, brought it to his lips, and gave him a nod. “All in, fucker.” I lit the bowl without thinking, just a reflex now, and watched as he took a long, slow drag, his eyes on mine. “Fucking good shit, cuntboy. Come’re,” he gasped, grabbing my chin and pulled me into his arms, releasing the cloud. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took it in without thinking as our lips met, sealing the deal. We were locked in now, no turning back. “I get what you see in him,” he said with no hint of jealousy in his voice. “Another,” I whispered, pulling back, and slipped the pipe between his lips. I fed him a few more clouds to get him just right. Then it was my turn, needing it for what was gonna happen next. It was about more than just getting spun. I took a hit from the warm stem and let the cloud fill my lungs, knowing Jack had planned this. He gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and we stood there quietly taking in the view until Jack showed up behind us. “Alright boys,” he growled, “Let’s get on with it.” I let go of Alex’s hand and turned to Jack, moaning. Just like the first time, Jack stood there with his hands behind his back, boots on, and a thick leather harness wrapped tight around his pecs. Glancing down, I could see his straining cock outlined in the frayed pouch surrounding his package. Without thinking, I made my way to him and sucked on his thick ringed tit. “The better for you to suck on,” he had told me back when he first showed the new rings to me. The scent of the pouch hit me hard, musk and sweat with a hint of piss. I dropped to my knees, leaning into it before I even realized. Jack stood right beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he watched Alex, waiting for what he’d do next. Alex stood there, just taking him in. I could tell he was hesitating. Then he glanced down at me. I gave him a small nod, and he finally walked over and dropped. Keeping his eyes on me, Alex started sniffing at the ripe pouch. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled, slipping a collar on him. “Go on taste it. I wore this one just for you.” “Fucking love it, Sir!” Alex moaned, feeling the tightness of the collar locked on his neck. Leaning into the mesh covered cock, he started chewing on it. I could hear Jack’s moans as Alex released Jack’s cock and took it in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, easily taking it to the root. I couldn’t take my eyes off him doing his thing with my Daddy. I reached over and rubbed the back of Alex’s neck. “Do it, fucker. Show him how much you want it,” I encouraged him. “Shit yeah!” Alex mumbled, his mouth full of leaking cock. “Fucking want it.” I paused for a second and stared. Alex didn’t look away, watching me the whole time like he was waiting to see what I’d do. Jack’s grip tightened a bit as if warning me to stay put. But Alex was watching me, and I hated feeling left out. I jumped in, joining him in worshipping Jack, and took our relationship to a whole new level. Alex and I came in from both sides, our lips meeting Jack’s shaft like we couldn’t get enough. We took it slow, hands roaming over him while our tongues tangled, mixing our breaths and spit. Jack was loving the attention from us. Suddenly, Jack’s hand shot out, pushing me back just enough to break my connection with Alex. “Go on,” Jack barked, grabbing my head, and pushed me down onto the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, releasing Alex’s cock from the rank jockstrap and took it in. “Fuck!” Alex groaned, feeling it going down my throat. “Good boy,” Jack growled, grabbing Alex’s head, and shoving himself all the way in. “Just enjoy my cuntboy’s mouth while you take care of me.” Suddenly, Alex’s hands grabbed at me and started reaming my mouth as he took care of Jack. I could feel him getting close and started swallowing, my throat muscles gripping his cock. I felt him thrusting his hips into me with one final moan as he shot his load. “FUCK!” he panted as Jack’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Swallowing the load, I sat up to see Jack grinning down at me. “Good job, boy,” he said with a slow smile, pushing Alex away and shooting me a wink. “Cover him up. He won’t be needing that again this weekend. Get him ready.” “Yes, Sir,” I growled, helping Alex up. I was fucking flying high from what was happening and grabbed Alex’s hand. Giving it a squeeze, I led him down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. “Daddy converted this room a bit ago. Wait ‘til you see it,” I smiled, opening the door. “You’re the first one to help us break it in.” “Shit!” Alex moaned at the sight of the sling in the center of the room. I stood there for a second, surprised. The walls and ceiling were painted black now. Jack had been busy. “Ok, fucker, on the sling,” I prompted him, getting back to the plan. Eagerly, he jumped on it and laid back, his pecs rising with each breath. I ran my fingers up the length of his now-slick body. Taking his wrist, I kissed it, then buckled on one of the restraints. I secured it to the sling, leaving his smooth, shaved pit exposed. “By the way, Daddy approves,” I murmured, lapping up the sweat before securing the other one and moved to the foot of the sling. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in here.” I stood there looking at his muscular ass framed in the dingy white straps. God, he was beautiful! Next, I buckled a pair of ankle restraints on him and attached his legs. “Fuck,” I sighed, taking in his exposed cunt. Alex lay there, taking in the room. Jack had fixed it up properly. One wall held rack of gear and shelves of toys, while on the opposite hung a huge, steel framed black-and-white print of me in full leather gear. On the first anniversary of being his cuntboy, Jack had surprised me with a session with a famous photographer. I smiled, loving that he now had it in here, where it and I belonged. Then it was my turn. Jack had told me to gear up for the next part, said it was gonna be a part of Alex’s imprinting. I quickly pulled on my boots, tightened the harness until it pushed up my pecs, fastened the restraints around my wrists, and slid the armband up my right arm exactly like in the print. Grabbing at my tits, I walked over to the wall and looked up at myself. The shadows had made the muscles of my dehydrated body look even more defined than usual. I was hooded, harnessed with my booted legs spread, and hands shackled behind my back, wearing a leather jock that hid my limp cock. “That’s me, it’s one of a kind,” I proudly told him, remembering the day of the shoot. “If you look carefully, I was so fucking tweaked that you can barely see the whites of my eyes.” Hearing Jack walking in, I smiled and kept on. “Daddy wanted me looking my best, and that’s exactly what you’re seeing,” I grinned, pointing up at it. “I spent the whole week spun with the photographer to get that look.” “Shit Luke,” he groaned as it finally hit him that things with Jack had gone way further than he realized. “The perfect cuntboy!” “That’s right, boy. He is that,” Jack growled, walking up behind me and slipping a hood on me. I fell back against Jack as he secured it. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling his hard cock slipping into me, where it belonged. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and my heart started racing. I was already caught up in this, craving more, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Goddamn it!” I yelped, tensing up as he snapped the alligator clamps on. That was it! What I felt for Alex didn’t matter. I was in full cuntboy mode now and was all in for what was coming. “Is he ready?” he asked, kissing my neck before pulling out. “He’s ready, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling empty. “I’ve done everything you told me.” Jack walked over to the sling, my cunt juices smeared across his cock. Standing there, he stood staring down at Alex’s exposed cunt. “Yeah, you did, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, teasing Alex with his cock. “I trained you right.” “Shit yeah, please!” Alex begged, raising his hips, and offered himself up. “Soon,” Jack chuckled, “Fucking hungry pig.” Jack gave me the go-ahead and, taking a deep breath, I nodded and walked over to the shelf. I could hear Alex still begging for cock as I opened the steel box sitting there. Picking up one of the rigs, I held it to the light and saw the shimmering contents. It was just like he said it would be, the perfect amount. Moaning, I grabbed another one from the stash and shut the box. Turning around, I slipped them into my waistband before joining Jack at Alex’s side. I could see the clouds were getting to him. Alex’s eyes got a little darker, his lips parting just a bit as Jack worked his magic. Silently, I grabbed the rubber strap and wrapped it around his bicep. He blinked, caught off guard as he looked at it then me. I hadn’t told Alex about this, but honestly, I didn’t have a say. It was what Jack wanted. I had no choice. The whole thing was Jack’s idea. We talked about it that night he first mentioned the three of us, but really, he’d already made up his mind and, as usual, just told me I was coming along. “What the fuck, Luke!” he whimpered, feeling the tightness of the strap. “What the fuck you doing?!” “Goddammit, stay still, Alex,” I growled, looking up at Jack, waiting for signal. “Remember, boy,” Jack barked, snapping a pair of tit clamps on Alex and shoving his cock in. “He told you exactly what’s expected. Everything he does, you do. You fucking agreed to all this before you even showed up here. This is just the start.” “Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex moaned, his head falling back from the fire in his tits and full cunt. Holding on, Jack kept ramming into him, pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the base. I just stood there holding the rig up for Alex to see, keeping my eyes on his face. I could see his panic fading, being replaced by something deeper, something hungry. “YEAH! DO IT!” Alex shouted as the craving in his cunt completely took over. “Look at me, boy,” Jack growled, his cock settling itself inside Alex to steady him for his first slam. “I want you to feel my cock in you when take your first slam. Just like cuntboy here, you’re gonna be craving my cock every time, you slam.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, slipping the needle into his bulging vein, and pulled back the plunger to draw blood. “You’re gonna fucking love it!” Jack was right. That’s why I never brought it up with Alex. Jack had done the same to me and now I only thought of his cock when I slammed. I was like fucking Pavlov’s dog. And with that, I pushed the Tina into Alex, loosened the strap, and tossed it. “Daddy’s been slamming me for a while now during these times,” I moaned, standing back, and watched it rush through his body. “And it’s your turn.” “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,” he kept repeating, as it hit him. Jack started pounding him again. He was on a roll, making sure his cock took what it needed as the sounds of his sweaty thighs slapped against Alex’s ass. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” Alex kept begging and bucking to offer up his cunt. I could hear Jack’s breathing getting harder with every thrust. Seeing Alex like this, I started whining. “Please, Daddy,” I stammered, pulling the second rig from my waistband and holding it out. “I was wondering how long until you fucking begged for it, cuntboy,” he grunted, stopping the fuck but staying inside Alex. “Drop and give it to me.” Quickly, I made my way to him on all fours, needing my slam, until I was at his feet. “Hand it over,” he snapped, not bothering to wait and took the rig. Looking down at me with a look that said I was his to use, he let another wad of spit fall. I couldn’t resist and started lapping it off the cap of his boot. “Look at me, cuntboy,” he barked, pulling out, and spit out another stringy wad. With my mouth wide open, I stuck out my tongue and took it in. “Ok, cuntboy, give me your arm,” he barked. Swallowing, I sat back and raised my arm with a desperate look. “Goddammit, cuntboy,” he grinned, strapping on the tourniquet, and getting me ready. “I can give you so much, if you just say the word and commit to it.” “Fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, looking at Alex. “I want that so bad.” “I know,” Jack growled, pushing the slam into me before burrowing back into Alex. “That’s why he’s here. I knew you were a package deal. I just had to know for sure.” “God, yeah!” I grunted, locking eyes with Alex as the chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Hearing Jack’s plan, Alex started pushing himself onto his cock. “That cunt of yours hungry?” Jack snarled, “Cause that’s what it is, boy. A fucking cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” Alex grunted, his head falling back on the sling. “It’s cunt. A fucking hungry cunt.” Hearing him admit it, I was lost my mind. I was craving Jack’s cock. I crawled to his side, watching him picking up speed and pounding Alex. As each thrust came quicker, I could see the cunt juices dripping out of Alex. “Shit yeah!” Jack groaned, his thrusts now shortening. “Gonna feed your cunt, boy. Fucking remember it.” “Please!” Alex begged, his eyes locking on Jack’s face. Holding my breath, I watched Jack give one final thrust and sink all the way in. Shuddering, he shot his heavy load into Alex. Taking a deep breath, “Cock!” I exhaled, aching for it. Pulling out his now spent cock, Jack let out a sigh, watching the mixture of cunt juices and his cum dripping off it. “Get over here,” he yelled at me. My heart pounding, I went down on him and started cleaning. "How’s that taste, cuntboy? Your fucking boyfriend’s chemmed up cunt juices on Daddy’s cock.” “Fuck, yeah!” I mumbled, the taste filling my mouth as he patted my head. “Fucking so good, Daddy!” "So, cuntboy," Jack said gently, his thumb brushing my cheek, “you know what this means?" “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, looking at Alex and wondering what he was thinking. “I’m yours. I’ve always been. I see it now.” “Yep,” Jack laughed, taking me to Alex. “Damn, cuntboy. Why the fuck does it always take you so long to figure things out? Just say what you’re feeling.” I stood there, watching Alex, clueless about what was coming next. This part of Jack’s plan wasn’t something I was in on. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down at Alex and asked, “What about you, boy? Whaddaya say?” For a moment, Alex just laid there, his eyes locked on mine. Realizing Jack was right, I reached for Alex’s hand. "I fucking love you, Alex. I always have," I told him, the words hitting harder than I expected. "I should’ve said it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it sooner." “Like Sir said, took you fucking long enough, cuntboy,” Alex grinned. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you since that summer before senior year.” “See, that was easy,” Jack smiled, giving our shoulders a squeeze. Then Alex turned to him, “And yeah, Sir, I’m yours. You didn’t need to do all this. I knew from the minute Luke told me about you, I wanted it.” Jack let out a low laugh and ran a hand over Alex’s head, “All that build-up just to admit you’ve wanted it since day one? You could’ve saved us some time and begged for it back then, boy.” “Sorry, Sir,” Alex apologized as Jack released him from the sling. “It’s ok, boy. You’re in luck,” he smiled, motioning to me. I stood there holding a box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. Walking up to me, Alex lifted the lid and smiled at all the leather gear inside. “Cuntboy here gave me your measurements, hoping it’d work out today,” Jack chuckled. “That’s for you.” “Shit, yeah,” Alex moaned, “Thank you, Sir!” “What?” Jack teased, sliding a finger inside him. “I mean, thanks, Daddy,” Alex grinned, grabbing the harness, and put it on. “You’re welcome, my boy,” Jack chuckled, slipping the hood on him. “Now get booted up. We’re just starting.” From that point on, we were both Jack’s and spent the whole weekend geared up and spun. Jack and I broke Alex in, showing him how we did things. And there it is, guys, the story of how Alex and I found our way to a brand-new beginning, together.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

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Well, some of us did. She possess impeccable credentials, experience, intelligence, particularly compared to what she was running against. If her only "negative" possession was being a woman of color, and thus denied votes, then our country is in deeper trouble then we think. Her opponent possessed none of these attributes, "claiming" (read: lying about) all kinds of pseudo-impressive accomplishments, none of which has proven true. Insolvency, failure at numerous businesses, an obnoxious temperament, pandering to the populations unworthy fears instead of offering sound proposals beneficial to all citizens. Remarkably, many didn't even "bother" to vote at all. And, you're correct: any successful candidate for President must include the needs of all citizens, not merely of their own political party. How could we? The great percentage of that unholy mess of a bill wasn't even read by most of our Representatives/Congressperson. And that is the fault of the media. Ever slow-to-learn, most Americans are too busy with their day-to-day responsibilities to study proposed bills in Congress. I would guess that there are enough Congresspersons who didn't read the entire bill (which is their damn job) to sink a ship. Plus, most Americans expect that their Congresspersons will actually do their jobs - before it it too late. That's been the expectation for 249 years, and has served us well. But this is a different day now. Giving the insanely-wealthy such inordinate monetary rewards is nothing short of an arrestable offence. I agree. It used to be a valid assumption that we could trust those who we elect to Congress. Clearly, one of the parties has clearly been fucked into abject compliance with the Hater in Chief, to the point that care was taken in the voting process to make sure it would pass, so that a handful could vote "no" - assumedly an effort to help their re-election efforts. All the while, Goebbels was yammering on their cellphones, threatening this, that, and the next thing. Apparently, we citizens have made their jobs in Congress a little bit too cushy. If there's one lesson to be learned by the American Voters, it's trust no one. Lets hope they all don't get sent to those ultra-heinous prisons in South America.

Part 10 There I am , standing in the locker room , with my jockstrap on. I loaded up my hole, scored 3 points, and received a special prize that has not been explained yet. I'm standing next to my fellow bottoms , waiting for a second game. Some are celebrating their scores, some have no points at all, and some, like me, are still a bit overwhelmed... This feels damn good, right? My black friend Kayode starts to chat with me. I love to pleasure my guys and work for some cream. It is in my name, my parents gave me; he laughs . Congratulations on your points and your special prize. I bet the hotel has something really good in mind for that. I nod, not really knowing where this will lead. Sweat is still dripping from our bodies. I take a towel to wipe myself off, including my butt. I can smell his cum on the towel. A helper comes in and has some drinks with him. Here you go, you all get a drink until the room is prepped for the next game. I'm not really thirsty, but I take a sip. In the corner, there is a digital scoreboard. We can see the scores from the other building too. I am the only one who got a special prize. Whatever, I think…. it has to be something good, if I’m the only one getting this price. What can go wrong now? We stay for another 20 minutes in the locker room when the host walks in. "Okay, guys, the rooms are ready." This game is called "Memory." The game will be played in pairs. Other hotel guests (tops) joined the game, so there are more tops now. The VIP players don't participate; they had their fun. I'll explain the game to you. This game will take place in two rooms: the main room you just were in and a small room on the opposite side of the room's entrance. In the small room, there is a chair with a dildo on it. One of you has to take a seat. When he takes the seat, it will show a color on the screen with an order to suck or fuck. The other guy has to enter the big room. There are 15 glory holes; pick one and follow the order: fuck or suck it. If you take the matched hole with the color, a ball drops in the small room. Only in the small room you can see if you took the correct glory hole. So, run up and down… and be fast… Remember the colors of the matched holes. You can switch places any time you like, as long as someone is on the dildo and one is running up and down to the glory holes. Watch out for the dildo... it is loaded. Each time your teammate takes the wrong hole, the dildo will pulse. Sometimes, it shoots. It shoots a cum load that's collected in the box under the chair. The cum load is a mix from multiple men, just so you know. Your game will take a maximum of 15 minutes. If it takes you longer, you will lose the game, and you get no points. The team that has the fastest time gets 6 points; we have 6 teams, so each team behind that will get 1 point less. The VIPs from round one have matched you guys. Now watch the screen... As I watch the screen, I see matches being made. To my disbelief, I'm matched with my new friend, Kayode. Damn, perfect. He is fit as hell, so we should be fast in running to the other room. We are team 2. Team 1 is taken by the host, so we stay behind. We can't watch them, so we have no info on how fast or the points they make. I grab another drink while waiting. I don't have to wait long, though. The host comes back with team 1. They smile but do not say anything. Team 2... are you ready? I nod, put my glass down, and start to walk to the host. I follow him to another small room. In the middle, there is a chair with a big red dildo in it. Under the chair, there is a black box with a sign on it that says "Cumbox." It leaves no imagination about what's inside . On the wall, there is a screen. It has a live camera stream to the other room. A wall of glory holes and cocks hanging through it. All different forms , shapes, colors . Some are cut, and some are uncut. Next to the screen, there is a screen that says "color." It is not turned on yet. I guess this will only turn on when one of us takes a seat on the big red dildo. Under both screens, there is a ball machine connected to the screens. I guess those are the balls that drop if we score. The game will start in two minutes. So, decide who will start on the dildo and who will run up and down the room. The one on the dildo should pay attention to the screen and try to remember. You will see the colors of the glory holes that the bottom uses. If you remember them quickly and correctly , you can save time. The host now walks away and leaves the room. So, okay. Uhhhh. Who will take the place on that dildo and who will run? I say to Kayode . "You run," he tells me, "I'll take place on it. If I think I know where a color is, we switch places, but fast. It will be like you pound yourself on it, so the other one can run." "Okay, let's do that," I tell him while Kayode is getting his ass over the big red dildo. I can clearly see a hole in the middle of it, where the cum might spray if we choose the wrong glory hole. I see a countdown on both screens. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...start." A pink color starts to glow with the sign of "fuck." As quickly as I can, I run out of the room and enter the room on the other side, the big main room again. I can smell the scent of cock and sex. The dimmed light allows me to see just enough in the room. I can see 15 glory holes with cocks hanging through them. Shit... I think. This is a sort of lottery. I don't know anything, so I just have to plunge myself on those cocks, hoping to get a right color. I'll start with the first glory hole. It's a thin cock, but long, hard, and hanging a bit to the right side. I turn myself around and set my ass against it. I plunge myself onto it. Damn. Mmmm. This cock fills my hole up good. It goes deep and stretches me. I stand there, trying to get used to it. But nothing happens. Oh fuck, I needed to check in the other room if this was the right one. I pull myself off that cock , and I can hear a plopping sound. I run back to the small room where Kayode is still sitting on the dildo. The dildo is pulsing. "Wrong one... wrong one, this one is green," he yells. "Go back, go back." I run back down into the bigger room. I grab the second cock, a big thick one, uncut and hanging a bit down. I plunge myself onto it again. Ohhhffff this stretches . I plunge myself to the base and can feel the cold glory hole smashing against my ass. I pull back fast again and run back to the small room. Kayode is still sitting on it. "Wrong... fuck," he moans. The dildo is pulsing again. "This is light blue... run back, Jake... just do all 15 and get back here." So I see all the lights... I'll try to remember... I run back into the big room. Okay, I think. All cocks and all lights, we have to win this. So I grab cock 3 and plunge myself back onto it. I'll leave it deep in me for a few seconds and then pull it out again. Then cock 4. Damn, that one is huge... it's a big black cock, cut, hard, and a bit to the left. This has to be at least 22cm. So I set my ass against it and then push... fuckkkkk. It fills me up; this black cock stretches my hole, through my second hole and beyond. Tears form in my eyes . My hole burns, and I can feel my insides gripping it tight . Damn, fuck. He is huge. I can feel my hole rip a bit. I stay put. I keep it in me for a few seconds and then pull out again. Fuckkk, now I feel empty. His cock glistens in the dim light, from my hole juices. I don't have the time to think and grab cock 5 and just push my hole real fast onto it. It shoots up my hole, but it is no way as deep as that big black cock. I can feel the tip thrust a bit, up my hole. Yummmm. But as fast as I plunged my hole over this cock, I pull it out again. Next cock, and I run over to cock number 6. I do this with all 15 glory holes. My hole is stretched , a bit ripped, wet with fluids and maybe some pre-cum, and I run back to Kayode . When I enter the room, I can hear him moan; the dildo is pulsing in his hole. But not only pulsing; it shoots a load up his hole... I can see cum dripping out of his hole. "Fuck fuck," he moans... this is huge... fuck, these are big loads. I can feel it deep. Kayode's eyes are huge while the dildo keeps shooting loads up his hole. It is almost like there is no end coming to it. Cum keeps dripping out of his hole, dripping on the floor. In the meantime, I see that one ball has dropped under the screen. 1 of 5. I can hear Kayode getting quieter. It's done, it's done. He whispers, trying to catch his breath. The dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. Fuckkkk. All these loads in his hole. Did I pick the right spot to run to the glory holes? But I just plunged my hole into 15 strangers' cocks. "Switch, switch," I hear Kayode . While a gray collar appears on the screen with the sign to suck. I know where this one is. He stands up and runs out of the room. Now I have to take my place on the dildo. I can see cum running down the dildo, mixed with his ass juices. What shall I do? But I don't really have a choice. So before my mind really knows what is happening, I take my place on the wet, juicy dildo. A mix of cum and kayodes ass, enters me. Im getting a part of kayoed in me, together whit cum from strangers. I can feel it enter me deep, and the screen turns on again. I can see Kayode running into the room, picking a cock and starting to suck it. A ball drops down, and the dildo stays quiet. He picked the right one. A new color starts to burn, green. I know where to find this one. This is the first glory hole. The sign of sucking appears again. Kayode runs into the room, and I jump off the dildo. I'll get this one. I run out of the room and see Kayode taking his place back on the dildo, just before I run out of the chamber. I take the first glory hole and suck that cock deep into my throat. I can taste my own hole still on it, but my mind just screams, I have it, another point. I run back to Kayode, and we switch places again. He is not sure about this one, but it has to be one of the last 5 glory holes. I put my hole on that dildo again while the screen comes on again. 3 points, still 2 to go. I can see Kayode pushing his ass against one of the cocks and then... the dildo starts to move. It starts pulsing into my hole with some big, hard thrusts. Wrong one... Kayode runs back and sees me moaning on the dildo. He does not ask but just runs back. I see him on the screen while he just pushes his hole on all 4 cocks. The dildo pulses hard into me and then... I feel it. I feel it shooting up my hole. Too many attempts, so it fills my hole with a mix of cum. I moan, tears running down my eyes, I scream ... fuckkkk dammmmm.... I'm getting filled up, deep. The dildo shoots with huge power, load after load deep inside my hole. It is not soft at all; the dildo really thrusts hard and a lot, so I can feel it in me. Fuckkk my hole.... my hole is getting bred. Meanwhile, Kayode came back into the room and is watching the screen while I am moaning on the dildo. He sees the other color and runs back into the room. I missed it, too busy with the pulsing and shooting dildo in my hole. Just as the dildo calms down, I see Kayode taking the last cock, and the last ball drops down. The time stops at 9:26 minutes . Kayode walks slowly back into the room . We did it, he smiles, while I am still sitting on the dildo. the dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. But it did shoot against and beyond my second hole. I feel like I am cum marked, there is no way I can get all of that out, and do I even want that? It feels like it is were it belongs. It makes me feel filled. The host walks in. Good job, guys. We have noted your times. Now the other teams play, and we set the scores. Follow me please to the locker rooms. He watches me... you can come off that dildo now... I'm still sitting down on it. Fuck, he's right. I could have already gotten off it. I stand up. I feel the dildo dropping out of my hole. It feels slippery. My hole closes when the tip of the dildo comes out, but still... I can feel some wet cum spots slipping out too, dripping on the floor. You can wipe your ass off in the locker room, the host smiles. Come on... start walking...

That was me as the top and bottom back in the day. I managed to trick with all of my so-called straight friends. All it took was a few beers and a place to play without being caught. I did have a hot str8 looking buddy with a gay mom. We would be in his bedroom banging while she had a GF in her bed. Then we would get up and have breakfast and act like nothing went on during the night. Though if we got loud, his mom would kid us about it the next day if she was alone in bed. I remember one morning she told us to wash our hands before opening the refrigerator door because she didn't want fresh cum on the handle or inside on the milk, egg, or bacon packages. I turned three shades of deep red. She got us!

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.

Ihave gone to a truck parking area a few times late. I just park as close as possible and lean against my car or if I am brave walk between the rows after a bit. I usually wear soemthing obvious like short shorts and a tank top or even some stockings and garter. Lean against my vehicle and pinh my nipples. Usually it does not take long to get an invitation. Or public rest stops, go to the bathroom and hang out.

pink to make the boys wink 😉

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

Last Sunday. Took a big load from a big cock at the Gloryholes. Too anorher dick, but no load. Went to bathhouse and was fucked raw 12 times by different tops. Most of them in the darkroom. Of those 12 fucks, 2 loads in my ass.

Had a BBC stud chem piss my ass after droping a big load in me in Vegas once Was soooo hot feeling my guts swell then quickly high as can be. I would have taken a horse that nite.. Want to do it again .

Thanks for sharing that information. I need to follow Joseph more. Coincidentally, he looks much like my best friend growing up. We would stay at each other's houses on weekends, slept in the same bed, and would fuck all night. We were all completely verse. No designation for top or bottom. If you wanted to fuck a load in one of you buds, you had to take it as well. That nice muscular ass could hold a load of cum in all night to avoid messing up the sheets.

I would love to hear your feedback on this new part, including Thomas's new friend. Here is Part 3: Thomas lays exhausted on the grimy mattress in the dimly lit orgy room, panting heavily but still yearning for more as his body quivers with pleasure from the intense group sex session he just experienced. The stench of sweat and sex fills the air around him while his gaze drifts between Ethan and other onlookers gathered around them—all eager to witness or partake in their twisted escapades. Ethan observes Thomas intently, his eyes rake over Thomas's body from head to toe; taking in every bead of sweat on his skin and each tremble caused by the aftereffects of orgasm. Ethan smirks devilishly as he contemplates how best to torture this insatiable cumdump further—how far they can push their mutual devotion towards depravity together. Without another word, Ethan begins his work. He stands over Thomas, grasping a steel shackle in each hand as he approaches from behind. Then, he speaks softly into Thomas's ear, sending a chill down the younger man's spine with his sinister whisper, "You've impressed me today, my little cumdump. It's clear you have a natural talent for submission. But I think it's time we took things to the next level," he says before swiftly snapping the steel shackles onto Thomas's wrists and ankles, binding him in place with ease. Thomas moans softly as Ethan's hands explore his body further; running along his chest and abdomen, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake while ensuring each movement causes the maximum amount of discomfort and arousal for his submissive companion. The cool metal shackles cut into Thomas's sensitive skin as they restrain him even more tightly—an unbearably erotic sensation that only serves to heighten both their desires for one another. Ethan smiles wickedly at the sight before him, knowing exactly what's needed to push this young man over the edge of sanity into a realm where only carnal pleasure and pain exist—a place where they can lose themselves completely in their shared twisted fantasies. He grabs another syringe filled with an evil cocktail: part nasty Tina-laced chems, part of his own infected HIV blood—all mixed together specifically for this moment to heighten Thomas's vulnerability and ensure absolute obedience. Ethan watches as Thomas's eyes widen in fear mixed with excitement at the sight of the needle. He smirks at the boy's pleas as he slowly approaches him. He places a comforting hand on Thomas's shoulder and whispers softly, "Let's see how far you are willing to go for me, my little cumdump." Thomas tries to pull away, whimpering in fear at the sight of Ethan's needle-covered hands. "Please," he begs weakly, his voice trembling with terror and anticipation. "I don't want this! I can't take Poz blood, that is too much!" But Ethan doesn't listen, "You know you do, Thomas," he murmurs darkly as he grabs hold of Thomas's arm firmly. The needle pierces his skin, releasing a steady stream of poison directly into his veins while another dose is injected into Thomas's already-inflamed ass. Thomas tries to resist the onslaught but fails miserably; overwhelmed by the intensity and rapid pace of it all. The drugs course through him like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body with a burst of ecstasy. He gasps loudly as he feels a rush of pleasure coursing through him, his entire body tingling with anticipation for what's to come next. He whimpers softly under Ethan's command, "Please, Master... make me feel good... I'll do anything you want!" Ethan grins maliciously and replies, “Cute how you changed your mind. I intend to, my little cumdump. I just want to see how much pleasure you can take before you beg for more." With that, he takes a step back, allowing Thomas to feel the full effects of the drugs without any external stimulation. He admires the marks the syringe left on Thomas's pale skin—a symbol of submission and degradation that no one could mistake for anything else. Thomas squirms on the bed; moaning and writhing as if caught between heaven and hell itself. His cock twitches uncontrollably inside his confining clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. He can't help but crave more contact—any form of touch would be enough to send him over the edge into an intense state of euphoria. As Thomas continues to squirm and whimper, Ethan turns his attention back to their bondage session with a newfound fervor; determined to push his slave further than ever before as he leans in close enough for their breaths to mingle hotly against each other's lips—an intimate dance that hints at a deep level of connection, despite all evidence pointing towards its perversion and despair. With that, Ethan does something unexpected, he kisses Thomas on the mouth passionately. Their tongues are dueling for dominance while they explore every inch of each other's mouth with wild abandon—a raw display of lustful power that leaves both men gasping for breath when it ends. But before either can recover fully from this intense exchange, Ethan pulls out his already-hardening cock and shoves it back into Thomas's eagerly awaiting mouth once more. As Thomas keeps feeling the effects of the Tina coursing through his system, he finds himself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist as his master uses him like a piece of furniture: fucking his face with brutal force that leaves Thomas barely able breathe through his nose when it's not plugged shut by some part or another. Throughout this grueling assault on every one of Thomas's senses, he feels something strange happening within him—an awakening desire for more punishment; for Ethan to take complete control over his body and mind so completely that there are no lines left uncrossed between them anymore. It's as if some dark part within himself has been unlocked by their twisted relationship, and it hungers endlessly for whatever depravity Ethan can dish out next—a realization both horrifying yet exhilarating in its intensity. The room, filled with onlookers who had gathered to witness their perverse spectacle, blurs as Ethan's own animalistic instincts take over. His cock feels harder than ever before; never has he possessed a boy this completely. In the midst of their intense sexual encounter and drug-induced state, neither Ethan nor Thomas appear to notice a man stepping forward, someone who soon would turn out to be an old acquaintance of Thomas's. This hunky man—with chiseled abs and a rock hard, veiny cock that stands out prominently from the crowd—is none other than Johnny. He has known Thomas years ago when they were sex buddies but lost touch after a while; now he can't believe what has become of his once innocent friend as he watches in horror—and lust—from the sidelines. Johnny approaches Thomas, who looks at him with pleading eyes begging for release from this torture, but also acknowledging that he deserves every ounce of punishment being doled out by Ethan because it's exactly what he wants. To be owned by someone so completely devoid of morals and human decency. Releasing Thomas was far from Johnny's intention; he still felt resentful for the way their relationship ended abruptly due to his own insecurities about getting caught indulging in such [banned word] activities. As he watched Ethan using Thomas like a piece of meat without any regard for his wellbeing or comfort, it only fueled Johnny's desire to join in on the fun and claim some ownership over this broken boy himself. He jerks his cock vigorously, planning on joining Ethan in the abuse as soon as possible. His shaft throbs with excitement while he places a shard of Tina onto its tip before pulling out the plug still lodged deep inside; eager to feel the rush of plunging his hardness deep inside Thomas's unguarded ass again—a reminder of all they once shared together that could have been if only one had acted upon their true desires instead of hiding them away in shame. "Isn't this wonderful, my little cumdump? You can see how many people want a piece of you," Ethan chuckles evilly as he continues to pound into Thomas's willing mouth, pushing Johnny deeper into the boy with every stroke. As the orgy room becomes even more chaotic than before, with other attendees joining in on the fun, men from all walks of life take advantage of Thomas's vulnerability and willingness to submit. The air is filled with moans and grunts, punctuated by gasps for breath as cocks slide in and out of various holes while hands grope and fondle any bit of flesh that can be reached. Ethan grabs ahold of Johnny's hips and directs him to fuck Thomas harder—pushing them both towards the brink faster than ever before possible. Their eyes meet through their shared pleasure; two souls connected by their mutual love for destruction and debauchery. And as they reach their peak together—Johnny filling Thomas with his seed while Ethan empties himself deep into his mouth—they know that nothing else could ever compare to this moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy borne out of depravity. The three men collapse in exhaustion onto the grimy mattress together; their chests heaving from exertion while they catch their breath and await whatever new depraved acts the orgy room may have in store for them next. As they lie there, Thomas starts coming to his senses, only then realizing who Johnny really was. With that, he speaks "Johnny" weakly, his voice barely audible above the din of the ongoing orgy. The hunky man looks down to him with a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes before replying softly. “So it is really you!” Johnny asks hesitantly, struggling to reconcile the boy he once knew with this broken shell of a person lying before him. Thomas nods weakly in response but doesn't say anything more as Ethan's cock begins twitching again, resting against his cheek; ready for round two at any moment if either man was so inclined. Johnny takes a step closer, studying their intertwined forms with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "I can hardly recognize you like this, Thomas... you used to hold back so much." His voice is thick with emotion as he grapples with the reality of Thomas's current state; reduced to nothing more than a slave for Ethan's pleasure. "Is it... Is it really what you wanted?" Thomas finally manages to whisper, his eyes darting between Johnny and Ethan. A nervous tremor runs through his body at the thought that his old friend may judge him or disapprove of his actions. Johnny hesitates for a moment before nodding gently. "I wish I had been the one to put you through this kind of transformation, Thomas," he admits with a sigh. "But this guy... he's good at what he does, he did what I could’t: break you.” Thomas glances up at Johnny in surprise, relief washing over his features at the understanding in his friend's voice. But as their eyes meet again, a sudden chill runs down Thomas's spine: The consequences of having an old friend witness their actions are about to become all too real for both him and Ethan.

dont care if i know you or its anon. only raw and no pulling out to cum

I love seeing young kids smoking you know they're probably gonna grow up to be one of us.

absolutely right! it all needs to go down deep and stay there!

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

Previously... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night.