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Grant was waiting outside the club where the Uber dropped us, and gave us all a quick check to make sure we were wearing the same clothes. Then he messaged someone, who came out of the club and went to get his own car. We all piled in, and I put the white silk blindfold on Bret that Grant had given me. The car drove up the road and turned around, and then went back to the club with the camera rolling to film our arrival. Kane was in the front passenger seat using another camera Grant had given him to film us inside the car, with Bret in the middle seat and me and Kieron making jokes about the fun he was about to have. We did the scene getting out of the car and starting to lead Bret towards the club, before Grant relocated to do a different angle as we arrived at the door and went inside. There was another change of location as he moved the camera he had indoors, where another couple were also positioned to film us coming into the venue, and then getting Bret prepped for his evening in the lobby. This involved us getting him undressed down to a white jock he was wearing, and then with him pretending to be uneasy, we put a white dog collar round his neck, and matching cuffs on his ankles as well as behind his watch and bracelet on the wrists. We then guided his feet into white flip-flops, before leading him into the main room of the club. The final set-up shots were done in there, with the large group of tatted men not speaking as they swarmed him, with a few doing feminine cooing sounds as they touched his skin to pretend he was surrounded by women. The cameras were then all repositioned to allow things to flow more after that. Bret was led to a sling and encouraged into it, with the cuffs quickly hooked to the chains to immobilise him. He played along really well, acting properly alarmed when he was suddenly strung up like that. Men then began to rub oil onto his hunky body, with a couple of them gradually getting closer to his hole. He kept trying to call out for us brothers while getting more and more turned on, losing himself in the feelings as a finger went into him for the first time. Then things quickly moved up a gear as one of the men at his hole took over completely, adding more fingers and then quickly replacing them with his cock. They treated him gently, like they wanted him to enjoy it, and Bret acted really well as a guy having an awakening. Of course, Bret himself actually fucking loved it. All the men then took turns fucking the helpless stud, only a couple pulling out to shoot on his hole before they pushed back in, while everyone else came inside him. Bret did as he had been told, pretending not to want it to be happening when the first cock went inside him, but then moaning and groaning in lust as it went on, and starting to beg for more towards the end. Kane, Kieron and I watched from close by, with men feeling up bodies while they waited their turn. Bret looked so fucking hot on that sling, and I knew Grant must have been creaming himself seeing a hunk like that doing this whole shoot. After the final breeding, the big reveal was filmed. Grant had changed his mind a bit about the story here, partly because he didn’t want the video to get banned or something, so he decided just to have Bret see the tattoos, maybe touch some of them, and make it clear he understood without actually talking about it. Bret did a fucking good job acting through that, and then we went back to the original plan with me, Kane and Kieron showing off our own trampstamps and telling him we were setting him free. He then pretended to text his fiancée Bianca, before demanding everyone fucked him again. They filmed this whole bit without cutting after the final load had been shot in him, Grant wanting him still to be looking hot and sweaty with cum dripping out of him. But after that bit had been filmed there was a break, with everyone having some water before moving on to other drinks. The club owner didn’t care about smoking inside so most guys lit up, and we all just relaxed a bit before the orgy started. When it did start, Bret was strapped onto a fuck bench, and I took his place in the sling but without my wrists or ankles being secured to anything. Kane and Kieron were put in a 69 on a mat on the floor, and then the men distributed themselves between us. There was no foreplay, just cocks being slammed into the holes of all four brothers as the gangbang began. It was all very verbal, but with guys saying stuff like “giving you what you need” and “take my gift” as they fucked and bred Bret on the bench, while calling the other three of us sluts or cumdumps or pussyboys. We didn’t have to be acting to be moaning and begging as we were all fucked senseless. I took a couple of loads, and reckon Kane and Kieron probably did too, but the men had been told to try to save most of it for Bret as part of the gang-pozzing theme. I didn’t care though, as I just like getting fucked even if I’m not left dripping. Another break was needed once the final loads had been blown. Bret looked fucked-out, but I knew he was still eager for more. It was during this break that Grant asked the four of us how we would feel about me, Kane and Kieron actually taking a turn to each breed Bret as the finale to the gangbang. He knew we all fucked in private, and of course the twins’ first ever session together had been on film, but they were pitched as completely uncaring reckless cumdumps who were taking loads 24/7. My individual shoots were all a bit classier, and Bret was probably going to be doing the same as me if he carried on being in films, so having us two get involved like this was a risk. But I knew from Bret’s face he wanted it, and I did too, so we agreed to do the scene. Grant went off to think about how it should be done, while we carried on drinking and smoking before the second big gangbang scene. The other men organised how that one would go, deciding Bret should spend it being double-fucked while the three of us were chained to a post together to be used for guys to keep their dicks warm. I managed to be chained up facing where Bret was going to be, so could watch him as they stretched his hole in loads of different positions. Kane and Kieron could see a bit too, but Bret was mine and I wanted to be able to see him and him to be able to see me. I just stood there and took whatever cock was pushed into me, but it was all about Bret. And fucking hell, did he put on a show. His muscles flexed as he rode on pairs of cocks over and over again, his legs and chest doing all the work, his fucking beautiful face showing how much he loved it. He took it all over, being a fucking power bottom like no other, then men now his to use for a change. He demanded their dicks, he demanded their loads, and he demanded all the fucking attention. I just stood there, barely even noticing the poundings I was taking, falling even more in love with my hunky brother with every double-breeding he got out of those guys. For the finale, K&K spit-roasted him on all fours, turning him round several times as they alternated which hole each of them was in. But once they bred him it became a one-on-one with me, and I think we both forgot everyone else was there. I fucked him, or he fucked himself on me, in every position we could manage on that mat. We held back from kissing each other, but our eyes were locked together most of the time. I fucking loved seeing him up that close, everything on his face telling me he wanted me, he needed me in him, and he was going to take whatever I had to give. He was on his front with me completely on top of him when I finally lost it, and we stayed connected with me gently thrusting into him until ages after I’d finished loading him up. Then Kane and Kieron joined us, kneeling down and rubbing his head as I relaxed onto him, still buried inside, and he closed his eyes. “Fuck me” I heard a guy nearby mutter, after Grant cut the filming. I looked around the men as I slowly withdrew and stood up, and all of them had open mouths or wide eyes. “You four…” said another, but he didn’t finish the sentence. “Wow” said a third guy. “Just fucking wow.” I smiled at them, and then reached down to offer a hand to Bret to help him up. He stood up next to me, and then looked into my eyes. Without caring anymore, he leaned in and planted his lips on mine, and I threw my arms round him as we pulled each other into a deeper kiss. “I love you” he whispered, as he pulled away. The room was silent, before the men suddenly started cheering, clapping and hollering. We smiled at each other, then turned to them, took each other’s hand and did a fucking stupid little bow. Kane and Kieron came and stood next to us, and we all did another bow together as the men started laughing hysterically. The club had showers, so we were able to get cleaned up and dressed back into the outfits we’d worn for the bar scene. We then had some more drinks with the other guys, before deciding we were fucking shattered. Grant ordered us an Uber, so we said our goodbyes, then went outside to light up while we waited. Bret slipped his hand in mine, and just had this big grin on his face as he looked at me. “So you two are a fucking couple then?” Kane asked. “Yeah” said Bret. “Fuck it. I love my baby bruv, I really do.” “I love you too big bruv” I said, smiling at him. “Ugh, sick” said Kane. “Oi!” Kieron barked at him. “Fucking pot calling a fucking kettle black.” Kieron grabbed Kane by the collar and pulled him into a rough kiss, which Kane looked surprised by before relaxing and getting into. Then they pulled apart, and Kieron pushed Kane back a bit. “Don’t fucking pretend like we’re not fucking in love too bruv” Kieron said. “You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours, alright?” Kane nodded slowly, and then looked at me and Bret. “Sorry” he said. “It ain’t sick. I’m just…” “We know” I said. “But fuck all that shit K. It’s us. Let’s just be fucking OK with all this with each other, alright? We’re gonna have enough shit to fucking deal with from other cunts.” “OK” he said, as I felt Bret squeeze my hand. At that moment the Uber turned up, but Bret kept holding my hand until we had to stop to get our belts on. But then he grabbed it again, holding it tight as we drove off towards the estate. He even lifted it up and kissed it a couple of times, almost like he wanted a reaction from the driver. But the guy said nothing, and we were soon home. As we climbed out of the Uber and walked round to our block, we saw Justin sitting in his police uniform on the wall smoking a cigarette. Bret squeezed my hand, but held it tight as we approached. “Hey J” he said. Justin looked over at us, then down at me and Bret holding hands. He then looked up at each of us in turn. “Hey” he said. “Er, what…” “I told you I was taken” Bret said. “Now you know.” Justin’s face looked a little puzzled, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh!” he said. “Oh. Er. Wow. Fuck me. Er. OK.” “Yeah” said Bret. “For real?” asked Justin. “Yes mate” said Bret. “If you want the rest of it, you’re gonna have to get us a bottle of something from the shop and then come upstairs.” Justin stared at him, but then nodded. “Have to go home and change” he said. “I could get in fucking trouble for smoking this in uniform, but buying booze is a definite no.” “Oh fuck that” said Bret. “Kane, go get us something to drink, and some more cigarettes.” “But…” Kane began. “Come on bruv” said Kieron, pushing him by the shoulder as they both headed off to the Nisa. “I’ll give you clothes” said Bret. “Or you can just sit in your pants and let us see that hot fucking bod.” Justin coughed, making me and Bret laugh. He followed us to the block, Bret still holding my hand, and we went up. Inside the flat it was actually fucking hot, and Bret and I just stripped down to our jocks in the hall. I gathered up the clothes and took them to our room to chuck on the floor, and then changed into a pair of boxers. I picked out a pair of tight black trunks from Bret’s drawer and took it back to him. He smiled at them, then stripped naked, kicked his jock in my face, and put on the pants. “Strip” he said to Justin. “It’s too fucking hot to be wearing anything else.” Justin hesitated, but I could tell he was overheating as sweat was forming on his head. Then he began to take off all his police gear, until he was standing in just his white trunks. He looked fucking amazing, and for a second I couldn’t believe Bret had picked me when it looked like he might have a chance with his old friend. I saw Bret gazing at Justin, but then he looked at me and smiled. “Now you fucking see why I wanted him to fuck me again” he laughed. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Guys” said Justin, “I’m standing right here.” Bret stared at him, and then went over and put his hand behind Justin’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before the guy could even react. But Justin didn’t push him away or try to stop him, letting the kiss happen. “You’re fucking special mate” Bret said, as he pulled away. “But I love Luke.” Justin just stood and gazed at Bret, and then looked down at the floor and nodded. He looked sad, and I felt sorry for him, but my heart was also beating like crazy at what Bret had just said to him about me. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me” Justin whispered. “You always mess with my head.” “Mate” said Bret, “just fucking man up and go with it. Get a boyfriend for fuck’s sake. Bianca is a bitch, but even if she weren’t, you never wanted her.“ Justin stared at the floor, but then just slightly nodded. “I know” he said. “You’re gay” Bret said. “Like me. Like Luke. Like K and K. I promise you, just fucking go with it. It’s fucking awesome!” “It is?” Justin said, looking up at Bret. “Fuck yeah” said Bret, smiling at him. “And when those fuckers get back here with something to drink, we’ll tell you all about it.”

Just before we got home, Justin messaged Bret about getting things started. We invited him to come over later, and he was actually a bit relieved that K&K were off overnight in another city having a session with a new group of guys who Grant had said were all going to be beefy Greeks, Italians and such. That meant that Justin would be broken in with just me and Bret, and he was pleased with that. He was fucking nervous when he arrived, so we got him to chill out a bit with a few drinks. “It’s gold-plated silver” he said, when I asked about the big thick chain he was wearing. “Remember when my nan died?” “Yeah” Bret said. “She left me some money” he said. “Should have fucking saved it, but I got wasted and don’t even remember being on Etsy. Thought I’d been hacked or some shit, and then this turned up. Never had the fucking nerve to wear it, but didn’t want to sell it either.” “It looks amazing on you” said Bret. “Fuck what people think. When you’re not in uniform, I want you fucking wearing it.” “OK” said Justin, grinning. “Let me see it without your T-shirt” I said. He glanced at me, but then stood up from the sofa and peeled off his top. He stood in front of us flexing his muscles, the gold chain shining on his neck and chest. “Fuck” said Bret. “You are so fucking sexy.” “Amen” I added. “You think so?” said Justin. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Get those fucking jeans off” Bret said. This began a few minutes of us getting Justin fully naked, enjoying looking at his sculpted body, amazing arm and torso tatts, and the kilo of metal around his neck. His buttocks and legs were amazing too, and I salivated at his thick, hardening cock. “We’re going to fuck you now” said Bret. “Please” whispered Justin. We steered him into our room, and got him to lie down on Bret’s bed. We both then stripped naked too, and I saw Justin lick his lips a bit. “One last time” said Bret. “You sure about this?” “Yes” said Justin. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” Bret got down on his knees beside the bed, and pushed Justin’s legs up so he could lean in and start rimming his hole. I climbed up on the bed in a position where I could take hold of Justin’s ankles, leaving Bret’s hands free to also begin fingering his friend. This position also put my hard cock close to Justin’s face, and as I hoped, he began to gently lick and suck me. He moaned as Bret slowly opened him up, gently rubbing his own cock throughout. The foreplay went on for a lot longer than I was used to, but Bret finally pulled back and stood up. He told Justin to turn over, and after a bit of all of us moving around, Bret was kneeling behind him while he was now fully swallowing my cock. He held it in his mouth and moaned around it as Bret slowly but steadily pushed inside him. “You feel amazing” Bret whispered. “Fuck me” Justin said, muffled by my cock. Bret began to thrust, and Justin moaned constantly as he sucked and swallowed me. This was one of those fucks where Bret really held back, just going at a good rhythm without pounding too hard, and Justin loved it. He arched his back, and took in each thrust with an appreciative groan. He particularly loved when Bret started pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, which I could identify with as I love that too. But eventually he began thrusting a bit harder and faster, and I knew what was coming. “You ready for this load Justin?” he growled. “Yes, breed me!” Justin moaned around my cock. “You ready for this poz load?” Bret yelled. “Fucking give it to me!” Justin yelled back after letting my cock drop out of his mouth. “Here it fucking comes” Bret growled, before slamming in and groaning. His whole body pulsed as he came inside Justin. “Oh fuck yeah” Justin sighed, his own body clenching as he squeezed his hole on Bret. For my turn I got Justin on his back, where he could put his head on the mattress and clean off Bret’s cock while I held back his legs and slid into him. I went hard and fast from the outset, so fucking turned on looking down at his six pack, pecs, bulging tatted biceps and that amazing gold chain. He moaned and groaned until I slammed in and added a second toxic load to his hole. For the rest of the night me and Bret took it in turns to breed Justin, in all positions, in all parts of the flat, with breaks for drinks, cigarettes, snacks or whatever else. At one point I lay down so Justin could fuck me missionary, with Bret sliding inside him at the same time. It was so hot to be looking up at his gorgeous face, seeing him respond to each thrust into him while he worked hard to give me a good fuck, his big chain swaying back and forth. He was so completely into it, loving letting himself go so he could just enjoy being with guys. “I guess I could wear a balaclava” he said, while we were sitting having a smoke in the kitchen. “What?” Bret asked. “In those videos” he said. “If I had my face covered, you know, I could get fucked by all those guys and not worry about it.” “You want to be in a video?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You guys have fucked me like ten times or something tonight and I still want more. Reckon I might be good at getting gang fucked like you guys are.” “What is it with this estate?” he chuckled. “Too long here and we all just turn into cumdumps.” “Too fucking long being married is what fucking did it” said Bret. “Need to get that fucking divorce done so I can just be free for taking cock.” “You not a top anymore then?” I asked. “Shame, coz you’re so fucking good at it.” “Nah” said Justin, “will give as good as I take. Don’t worry.” To prove it, after one more round of breeding him, we went to bed with Justin in the middle, Bret’s cock inside him while his was inside me. It was a tight fit in the bed, but it felt kind of right too. I’d always liked Justin, and he had my back a bit when we were younger, distracting Bret or the others if they were being particularly shitty to me. Maybe there was room for him here? The next morning we fucked two more loads into him, and then Bret bent over and took a pounding from Justin. I slid inside the cummy hole and fucked my brother while Justin took a shower, and then headed off back to his mum’s. Bret and I were a bit quiet for a while, but then he asked me what I thought about Justin. I knew he was feeling a bit torn, so I encouraged him to just have an honest conversation with me about it all. We eventually agreed to see how things went, and that we’d keep being honest with each other, but that we were both wondering about whether Justin might actually be part of something with us in the future. We knew for sure that J was in love with Bret, probably always had been, and that was something we wanted to think about some more. K&K were disappointed to have missed Justin’s first poz breedings, but we promised they’d be involved in the next round. We then got them to tell us all about their night, which had been pretty wild. The men had all been really muscular and hairy, and had loved how smooth and muscular the twins were. They had been thrown around like dolls for nearly seven hours, taking everything that the men could give. Grant had told them most of the men were in fact negative, but loved fucking younger poz guys with all the risks and kinks that involved. Kane and Kieron both really fucking enjoyed it, and said we should join in next time. Justin was back two nights later, but I had to let it all start without me while I worked my shift at the Dragon. By the time I got back, the twins had already managed to start double-fucking the hunky policeman, and his hole was gaping and dripping cum. I added a quick load to the mix, then gave him a longer fuck in my bed later. The twins alternated his hole for a while, with Justin buried inside Bret the whole time, and later on I was also the top in a chain with Bret being the bottom. “I can’t help it bruv” Bret quietly said to me in the early hours, while Justin was on all fours in the living room with a twin in each end. “I just feel like I want him.” “It’s OK Bret” I said. “I get it. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.” “I love you” he said. “I do.” “I know you do” I said, lifting up my left hand and shaking it in front of him. “You gave me this, didn’t you?” “I did” he said, smiling. “So we’re cool, OK?” I said, taking hold of his arm. “We’re cool” he said. “Well, I’m not actually. I’m really fucking horny.” “Then come fuck me bruv” I said, giving him a wink. I got down on all fours next to Justin, and Bret went behind me and slid inside. He started pounding me, and my moans right next to his head caused Justin to let go of Kieron’s cock and turn to face me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then awkwardly leaned towards each other and began to kiss. Kane and Bret went in sync, and Justin and I began to properly snog each other as we were fucked. We then pulled apart and gazed at each other, before Kieron wedged his cock between us. For the rest of that fuck we kissed and licked Kieron’s dick from opposite sides, until he yanked it back and then blew onto Justin’s face. Bret and Kane came in us just seconds later. That night, I was the big spoon, with Bret in the middle and his own dick inside Justin. Kane and Kieron didn’t want to feel left out, so slept in Bret’s bed together. For some reason Kane wanted to be the one with a dick inside him for a change, and Kieron jumped at the chance to bury himself in his brother. They woke us up twice in the night as Kieron properly fucked Kane, though on the second go we were horny enough to have some fun too so Bret just slid himself back and forth on the mattress until the loads were spilled. Justin was round every day that week, though the time depended on when he was on duty. He and I had a couple of one-on-one sessions while Bret was out doing a first and then second interview at a gym, and I know the two of them were fucking like bunnies while I was behind the bar in the evenings. Justin even took a spit-roast from K&K, but he mostly seemed to want to be me with and/or Bret. When we were alone, me and Bret talked about it all, and he seemed really relieved that I was starting to think about Justin as being more than just a friend, which I truly was. I knew there would always be something between them that was different, but that was fine with me as I was getting more of Bret than I ever expected. Besides, that guy Shane at the bar had made me realise there was still a lot of fun to be had out there, and as much as I loved Bret, I kind of wanted it to be OK for me to go off and do things with other guys. Justin had just started to get more into talking about how the video stuff could work for him when he began to feel sick. Bret wasn’t starting at the gym for another week, so he decided to care for Justin at our place. He rang J’s mum to tell her he was probably too sick to get home, but that he had a bed of his own and he would be looked after. She came round a few times which meant we had to clean up the place a bit first, but she didn’t make a fuss and was actually glad someone was looking out for her boy as she needed to hold down her latest temp job at Tesco so she had a chance at something permanent. I helped out, as did Kane and Kieron, but Bret wanted to do most of it. He did want me in bed with him still though, always behind and inside of him so he could still see that Justin was OK. It was actually probably the least bad fuck flu we had seen, and Justin was getting better in no time. He wanted to get tested to confirm though, something none of us had actually done, so Bret took him off to a clinic. Justin was a fucking horny animal after he converted, with Bret and me both taking a lot of quick and rough poundings from him over the last two days before he went back to police duty. He confessed he was actually shit scared about it, because he had to produce a sick note for such a long absence. Kane jumped in on this, ringing Grant for help and managing to get Justin an appointment with a doctor who was one of the guys who sometimes got involved in the gangbangs. He signed off a sick note saying it was Covid, so Justin could go back to work and not have to out himself to anyone there. In return, Grant wanted to meet Justin which was not a problem, as in his horned-up state J had fully got on board with just wearing a mask or something to hide his face. I knew Grant would love to do something involving a hunky policeman on the down low getting gang poz fucked, so it was all going to work out well. Things settled down a bit, and though Justin was still living with his mum, he spent every night with us. Bret started working at the gym, and came home on his first day to report the owner had fucked him after seeing his evolving poz-themed ink. “Gonna be earning a load more there if I let him and some of the members fuck me” he said, “or if I fuck them.” “You up for that?” I asked. “Never say no to a cock” he replied, smiling at me. “Fuck no” I laughed. This was how it was. I loved Bret, he loved me. Justin loved Bret, and I now just knew that Bret loved Justin. I kind of worshipped Justin a bit, and he had gone all protective over me again even though I didn’t need protecting from anything anymore. It just worked, and we were all relaxed enough to know we could fuck around with other people, do Grant’s videos, and just have any fucking fun we wanted, without it being a problem. The only problem was space. Well, that was one of the only problems. The other one was Dad. They were making some progress with him, and he was going to be home someday. But now there were a couple and a throuple living there, fucking like rabbits, all gay, and mostly brothers. There was no way this was going to work, not with us having all got so free with each other. We couldn’t see any way out of it though, until Justin came home one evening. He was in a bit of a state, needing a few whiskies and cigarettes before he could talk. He made all four of us sit down with him in the kitchen. “There was an accident” he said. “On the dual carriageway. A lorry went out of control and hit another car.” “And?” asked Kane, looking nervous. “The car got crushed between the lorry and a bridge pylon” said Justin. “They had no hope.” “Who?” asked Kieron. Justin looked at him, and then turned to me. He took my hand, and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Luke, I’m so sorry” he said. “It was Stan and Winston in the car.” I stared at him, and then looked at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were open-mouthed, whilst Bret was just staring at the table with tears forming in his own eyes. “What?” I asked Justin. “No. It can’t have been. It can’t have been.” “I’m sorry Luke” he said. “I wish it wasn’t true.” I stared at him, as I felt Bret’s arm go round my shoulder. Then I just began to sob, with Justin moving round to put his hand on my leg to comfort me. Bret squeezed me tight, holding my head to his, and I could see Kane and Kieron were also crying. We had all lost two guys who had our backs, who had protected us from our own father when we younger, and who had helped us be ourselves now. But I was the closest to them, feeling like they were my friends as well as maybe my uncles or something. I could not cope with them being gone. Over the next couple of days we found out there was no family on either side, and no-one to even organise their funeral. Justin got us in touch with their solicitor, and we took over sorting out a proper farewell for them. Brian and Sheila helped out, sad to lose a couple of regulars who had always been friendly to them, and after the cremation we had the wake at the Dragon. It was there that the solicitor asked to speak to me alone, and Brian let us use his small office behind the bar. I asked if Bret could join us, which was deemed OK. I sat with Bret’s hand on my shoulder as the solicitor revealed that there really was no family, not even distant nieces or nephews. Stan was an only child, and Winston’s only sister had died of an overdose at 25 before having any kids. The parents were gone, and there were no living aunts or uncles. He told me all this as he said they had to check in cases where a will had been changed recently, which confused you. “Mr Ballard” the solicitor said, “a few weeks ago they both wrote new wills, leaving you as their sole heir once they were both gone.” “What?” I squealed. “Me?!” “Yes” he said. “I queried it with them when they came in to see me, and they told me about the years of looking out for you and your brothers, as well as your friendship as adults. They said you were the one who took care of them, and that they wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the future. They were thinking ten or twenty years from now, but sadly here we are.” I just sat and gaped at him. “I had no idea” I eventually said. “No” said the solicitor. “Well, anyway, everything checked out so there are no concerns with executing their wills as instructed. It will take some time to deal with the deed on the flat, and even longer for the insurance on the car and their life policies, but…” “What do you mean the flat?” I said. “Don’t flats just go back to the Council when someone dies?” “Mr Ballard” he said, “they bought the flat under Right To Buy years ago, and the mortgage is fully paid.” “What?” I squealed again. “That’s right” he said. “You’ve got inheritance tax to deal with on it of course, but from what I can see, their life policies, the insurance on the car, and any claim you file for wrongful death against the lorry driver and haulage company should more than cover that, even if HMRC want their normal punitive interest rate on any delay deal while probate is sorted.” His words had stopped meaning anything, and Bret stepped in. “Mr Harris, would it be OK if we came to see you to finish this?” Bret said. “I think my brother is a bit upset, so it might be better if we came to talk to you later this week.” “Yes, of course” he replied. “Can we bring someone else who understands all this sort of thing more than we do?” Bret asked. “By all means” said the solicitor. “Just don’t delay too much, as we do need to start talking to HMRC soon.” “That’s fine” Bret said, before walking the solicitor out. “Bruv” he said, when he came back in. “How about you don’t think about this now, OK?” “What?” I asked. “Look” he said, “let’s go back out there and give those two old geezers the send-off they fucking deserve. Then I’ll call Grant and see if he can help us with talking to that guy about all this shit.” I nodded, and we went back outside into the pub. I managed to silence my thoughts, and was able to join in with telling stories and laughing. Later on it was just us brothers sitting outside with Justin, and we told more stories to him about all the other things with Stan and Winston that we would never have talked about in front of Brian, Sheila and all the other regulars. I cried a lot as I thought about my friends and what had happened to them, and Bret held me tight for the rest of the night. But underneath it all I felt like I could hear Stan and Winston talking to me, telling me it was going to be OK, that they were OK, and that they’d always be there looking out for us Ballard boys. With what they had done, even though I didn’t understand everything the solicitor had said, I knew it too. It hurt, I missed them, but they were always going to be there watching over us in a way. Through my tears and the pain, I smiled.

I live in small town, middle nowhere; dick is scarce and in high demand( at least I do better than most but still woefully short of what I'd like. I was ready to give and go to bed for the night when I see someone new on grinder. No profile so ask him if he tops. He said he"d need to see pics first. I send him a couple of me toying myself and one with a heart shaped princess plug in. He says he really wants to fuck that ass. Sends his pics and such a nice dick; fuck. I tell him please. Invites me to his hotel room, says the tv will be on and door open. Come in and start taking care of this meat. Ask him if he wants me to dress slutty and or be caged. He likes the sound of both. Got to his room ripped off my clothes, and holy shit is he hot. Out of my league fucking hot, younger, with a beautiful dick I went directly to, licked the tip, and then started slowly loving on it. After I deep throated once he pushed my head down and tell me to choke on that dick. He has me sit on his face and rims me while I suck on him for a surprisingly long time. Tells me to turn around, I do, then he says because I'm so good with my mouth and starts kissing me. This guy was so fucking hot, holy fuck. I reach back, grab is perfect sized rock hard dick and put it against my hole and start slowly sinking on it, fuck did it feel good in me. Ride him for a while, I get off him and he tells me to turn around, he's back in me and fucking for the win. Tells me he's getting close. Between moans I tell him to fill me. He starts really giving me the business. Then sinks deep into me and moans: yes!!! I clenched to keep his cum in me but he pulled out quick with and audible plop. Tell mr to clean his dick, which he did not have to tell me. I think I impressed him got how thorough I was, wasnt that cummy though. I tell over on my stomach thinking he's gonna need a break. He goes between my legs and back in me slams into me and pulls out completely several times, I can feel the cum everywhere between my legs fucks me for a short bit and dinks in again with a moan: fuck yes!!!! This time his dick was covered some on his leg, balls, and his bellybotton I licked and licked off every drop. Best fuck of the year.

Justin was just staring at the table, clutching his glass of whisky. “Mate, say something” said Bret, but the silence continued. “I think we fucking broke him” said Kieron. “J?” I said, reaching over and touching his shoulder. “So, you mean…” he began, before pausing again. “Yeah?” said Bret. “You mean” Justin said again, “you was poz when I fucked you?” “Yeah” said Bret. “Mate, it ain’t that risky” I said. “I fucked him three times” Justin said, looking at me, “and I swallowed his load.” “You did?” I asked, smiling. “Fuck” Justin sighed. “You’re fine” I responded. “Those ain’t too risky like I said, and you’d have it by now anyway if you had caught it.” “Maybe I do” Justin said. “You had the flu lately?” Kieron asked. “No, why?” replied Justin, looking up at him. “You get flu when you convert” Kieron said. “If you’d caught it, you would have been fucking sick. You ain’t been, so you’re fine.” “Oh” said Justin. “So you all…” “Yep” I said. “All went through that.” Justin went quiet again, and after a while Bret reached over and put his hand on his friend’s. Justin still just sat there, but then sort of nodded that seemed to say he was OK with what we’d all said. He then started to ask questions about the stuff we did with Grant, how we had sort of ended up as two fraternal couples, and other stuff to fill in all the blanks. After that, he went quiet again, smoking a cigarette in silence while knocking back another couple of whiskies. “I can’t do those films” he said, “I’d get fucking fired.” “Woah!” said Bret. “We never said…” “I know” said Justin. “But fuck this. You guys all mess around with other guys, right?” “Yeah” I replied. “Why?” “Then fucking mess around with me” Justin said, before looking at each of us in turn. “Mate, we’re poz” Bret said. “Yeah” said Justin, “I know. But fuck it. I’m not gonna be getting married again or having kids. I know that now. I’m gay. I wanna be gay. I want you guys to show me how to do it.” “Mate…” Bret began. “Please Bret” said Justin, looking at my brother with pleading eyes. “I’m serious. I was waiting for you to get home so I could tell you that I want you guys to help me finally get fucking comfortable with all this. I know what you’ve told me and I get it, but I don’t care.” “You ever bottomed?” Kane said out of the blue, causing Kieron to whack him in the stomach. “Ignore him…” Bret started saying. “No” said Justin, “it’s OK. Yeah, I have.” “You have?” Bret asked, his eyes wide. “Yeah” said Justin. “Mr Hennessy.” “From school?” I asked. “Yeah” said Justin. “I don’t mean at school or nothing. He goes to the same gym as me.” “And?” asked Kane. “He, er…” said Justin. “He fucks me sometimes.” “What?!” said Bret. Justin began to tell us about meeting our old PE teacher at the gym, and the complements he’d get from him on how toned and muscular he now was. It had started getting more intimate, until the first time Mr Hennessy had sucked Justin off in the toilets. Justin returned the favour a few days later, and then a couple of days after that he’d given up his arse. “He always uses condoms” Justin said. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I like it when it’s happening” Justin replied, “but when I get outside my head gets all fucking messed up. I’m married for fuck’s sake.” “It’s OK” said Bret, reaching over again to take Justin’s hand. “No, it’s fucking not” said Justin. “I want to be OK with it because I really fucking enjoy it when it’s happening. That’s why I want you guys to help me.” “You could go on prep” I said. “You can fuck around with us but not get pozzed.” Justin stared at Bret’s hand holding his, and then shook his head. “No” he said. “I think I want to just be free like you guys are. Besides…” “Besides what?” asked Kieron. Justin looked up at him, and a big grin formed on his face. “Besides” he said again, “you know those fucking tattoos are gonna look so much better on me than on your pale-arsed bodies.” Bret threw his head back and laughed out loud, and we all joined in after a couple of seconds of staring at Justin with open mouths. “Fuck you” laughed Kane. “Yeah” said Justin. “Fuck me. I want you to.” Maybe things might have gone further that night, but we four brothers were actually fucking knackered after the gangbang, and Justin did have to work the next day. But he stayed over, sleeping in Bret’s bed while me and my brother cuddled together in mine. The next day he just put on his police gear, saying he’d shower and put on a fresh top at the station, and he headed off before K&K had got up. Me and Bret went back to bed and slept a bit more, before we woke up both a bit horny. Bret rolled me onto my back and then slid down on my cock, and we stared into each other’s eyes as he rode me until we both blew. We had arranged with the tattoo guy to get started straight away on our new stuff, and for the next few days we all took it in turns to go to his studio in town to have things done. It was going to take ages for Bret’s to be finished, but I got so horny each time he came back with more outline or filler on his skin, covered up with plastic. Showering was hard work, but we had to try as we were getting into a sweaty mess several times a day from the amount we were fucking. Bret was like an animal the day I came back with studs in my nipples, and again when the guy helped me put on the heavy silver hoops Grant had bought me. Grant himself met me and Bret at the studio on one of the days when we’d gone in together, so the guy could finish putting the filler in my new torso ink before working some more on Bret’s back. The barracks video had exploded, and Grant handed Bret an envelope with a huge wad of cash inside. He said there would be more to come, and he thought the gangbang might be even bigger once it was up. “Perfect timing on the cash” Bret said to me as we left the studio later. “Why?” I asked. “Got to go pick something up” he said, as he turned a different direction to where I thought we’d be going to get home. “What?” I asked. “You’ll see” he replied, smiling. We marched towards the shops, and Bret steered us to a gay bar with a big beer garden. He got me a pint, then told me to wait there while he went off to sort whatever it was. I was confused, but did as he asked. I lit up a cigarette and started playing with my phone, enjoying all the looks I was getting from the other guys sitting out there. “Nice chains” a guy suddenly said, as he sat down at the table opposite me. “You look familiar.” I thought he was taking the piss a bit just sitting down without asking, so I decided not to hold back. “You like watching brothers fucking on video then” I said. “Oh” he replied, his eyes widening. “You’re one of them.” “Yep” I said. “You a fan?” “Fuck” said the guy. “But yeah, I am.” He was maybe about Bret’s age, and was actually really good looking. Blond hair, styled stubble that looked a bit ginger, and nice biceps and pecs showing through his tight T-shirt. “You poz?” I asked, still not holding back. “No” he replied, before he looked around a bit and then leaned over with a smirk forming on his face. “Not yet” he said, speaking quietly. “Chasing?” I asked. “Maybe” he said, still smirking. “Cool” I replied. “Give me your number then, but I got to talk to my brother first.” “Oh?” he said. “You need his permission to have fun or something?” “He’s my fucking boyfriend too” I replied, feeling like I didn’t care about saying it out loud. “Fuck me” said the guy. “Seriously?” “Yeah, you got a fucking problem with that?” I asked, but smiling to show I wasn’t being aggressive. “Fuck no” he said. “That’s fucking hot.” He told me he was called Shane, and gave me his number and Grindr handle. He then went back to his friends, and I lit up another cigarette. I just fiddled with my phone as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The air was warm and the evening sun was coming through some trees, and I noticed a couple of guys a few tables over had taken off their tops and were letting the rays hit their skin, and I decided to do the same. I pulled off my T-shirt, and then just sat there with my biohazards and chains on display, along with my growing muscles after all that time at the outdoor gym I was doing with Bret. I loved the attention. He finally came back, holding a posh white paper bag along with a couple more pints he’d picked up at the bar. He smirked at my toplessness, and then as soon as he had sat down he pulled off his own T-shirt. “We could so score here” I said to him. “Already got one guy’s number.” “Slut” Bret said, smiling at me. “He’s chasing” I replied, smiling back at him. “Hot as fuck too. Could be fun.” “Count me in” Bret said. We chatted as we each smoked a cigarette and drank some of our pints, and then after stubbing our Bret reached for the paper bag. He brought out two small white boxes, and put them down. He opened them up facing him, and then took one of them and presented it to me. Inside was a massive silver ring that was really similar to the ones Grant had got us all. “What’s this?” I asked, staring at it. “Take it” he said. I lifted the ring out of the box, which he then put down. He took the ring from me, and held it up so I could see the inside. I saw the initials BLB were engraved there, and I looked up at him. “What?” I asked. “Bret and Luke Ballard” he said. He grabbed the other box and opened it, and there was exactly the same ring in there too but slightly wider. He put it down facing me, and then reached over and took hold of my left hand. He held it out towards him, and then slowly slid the first ring onto me. “I love you Luke” he said to me, as our eyes met. I knew what I had to do, and so picked up the other ring from its box. He held his left hand out to me, and I slid it onto his finger. “I love you too Bret” I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes. “Don’t cry” he whispered. We sat staring at each other, before we let go and put both our hands flat on the table. “One on each hand” Bret said. “Looks more balanced, innit.” I chuckled, then looked up at him. “When did you become such a big softy?” I asked. “Dunno” he said, “but fuck it, I’m happy.” “So am I” I replied. We finished up our drinks, grabbed our tops and stuffed them into the waistbands of our shirts, and then brazenly took each other’s hand after we’d stood up. We walked topless through the bar and out onto the street, unconcerned who saw us or what they thought, and then strolled hand in hand down to the bus stop to make our way home.

I was sexually active from the time I was in high school, and by that I mean having bareback sex with college students and men I met in movie theaters. I couldn't go to a "gay bar" till years after I started having sex with men on a regular basis. One thing that I have noticed is that people didn't put in you in a category back then. I never asked is someone was a top or a bottom, to be honest I didn't really use or hear those terms. I just had sex with the guys I was attracted to and worked it out. At that time my interest was just getting naked and see where it went from there. Today, it's a different story. People joke, if someone says they are versatile, you'll read comments like "well, that means you are a bottom". No, not necessarily. I have come across guys whose profile reads a certain way, and then when you meet in person and the sex begins, you find they have different interests. I don't like all the bashing among guys who identify as bottoms, it's almost as if they look down upon someone who may be able to get the guy who they want up their ass. Well, you can't get everyone, and you can't take it personally. I feel that sex today is not what is was in 1995, or 1985 for that matter. Yes, HIV changed people's behavior. Some took precautions, others did not. I don't recall people insisting on condoms, and they certainly weren't used in the places where I was having sex. I blame the internet and online sites for the changes in how we interact and meet. It's been my experience that meeting a person, either in a "fuck joint" or a bar, is more desirable than scrolling through endless profiles. But those locations are drying up or unavailable for many guys, so that is where technology and smart phones have helped. But still, the "old school" way of hooking up where you meet the person first, and then decide to have sex is more desirable in my opinion.

100% agreed. This is why I hit the fuckjoints around here - the guys there have one thing on their minds, and they've left their "gay encyclopedia" at home. The guys there are blunt in advertising what they need, no bullshit about this latest "trendette", or that innovation in descriptive crap. I don't think I've ever set foot in one of the many "fern" bars around here, and it'll stay that way. Cuddling is for a big basket of puppies (I mean real ones). Once the mating is over, there's no chance of cuddling in the fuckjoints, since each guy that just fucked are on their way - sniffing around for their next one.

i was just becoming sexually active with guys in the 80's. i watched my older brother die an awful death from AID's. With guys, i've always been pretty much (99.999%) bottom. i've been with and received 1000's of cocks and loads. i can count on 2 fingers the number of times i've used a condom. Was i a cumdump? i didn't hear or use the term, but comparatively speaking, i was. Was i afraid of AID's? Yes, but my drive to be taken/possessed by a Man and bred was stronger than my fear (by far). For me, it had nothing to do with bug chasing... and that wasn't a thing in the 80's anyway. i don't relate to the notion of "becoming a cumdump." i was being myself, not really becoming anything. Ironically, i found out i was poz when i went to get tested so i could go on PrEP, but even that wasn't a big deal for me, just felt more responsible, sort of like getting vaccinated. It was amazing it took as long as it did for me to become poz. i believe, prior to AID's, condoms didn't exist in the gay community. Condoms, prior to AID's, were a form of birth control. The idea of using them for STD's became a thing because of AID's. Prior to AID's, i don't think the term "bareback" existed either, it was just fucking lol. Guys didn't use condoms with guys because there was no risk of making a baby. So, i think if you wanted to get fucked, you were gonna be a cumdump to one degree or another.

I remember those days very well, and no cum dumps were rare, or rarely advertised. PREP was still in the experimental stages and 2 of my friends were volunteers and they caught HIV just like the rest. When I first came out I asked the oldest men I could find, "how did you survive". They all told me you're either a top or in a strictly monogamous relationship. I was recently going through some old photos and ran across a pic of me and 20 of my old friends when were we hanging at riis beach. We were all young and naked and having a great time. The thing that stopped me and made me cry is I remember going to all of there funerals. I'm the only one who is still alive. Most of them passed on from HIV complications like pneumonia, a few others passed due to over taxing their bodies from extended drug use. I was the conservative one when going out. I would drink and smoke some pot, but mainly left the rest of the stuff alone or partook lightly. Guys from my generation and the ones before me were scared to hook-up with just anyone. We would need to know more information before going there, you could call it an interview for sex. When meth became popular in the early 2000's the death toll raised pretty quickly at least for me. PREP is a total game changer for gay life, never before have I seen so many guys do the things that they do and live past the 2-4 year mark. You never saw breeding parties except in strictly controlled BDSM arrangements. Sure they existed but not for people who were HIV-. Those days were scary, but also exciting in a way. You assumed everyone was HIV+ and proceeded at your own risk. We also had a tighter community where we supported each other unlike today, because that's all we had. There was no social acceptance for gay life and the only people you could rely on were your friends. A lot has changed since those days and I'm really happy for the younger guys. They get to live the life we all wanted to, but for us older guys our mental scars prevent us from doing those things the same way. Today the medicine for HIV is much better with fewer negative effects and longer life outcomes.

Need my jock hole stretched, where’s my daddies

Got outta class and was horned up! So I stopped at the local ABS, got my tokens, and found a perfect booth...stuck my hard on through the hole and had the sucker warm me up! It was a fantastic bj and almost came but pulled back cause I wanted to check the theater. Looked through the GH and my blower was this little old man..he definitely knew how to suck and he just grinned back at me...so I let him take my load! ..

In a word, no. After hiv arrived, there were a handful, of course, that just didn't care; they became infected and passed on. I lived in Chicago at the time, and bars closed, the gh joints closed, and boystown was deserted after dark. Nobody fucked anybody without a condom, and precious few even did that. Whole neighborhoods turned into ghost-towns. Once the medical arts progressed to the point that AZT came along, some guys that were on it started fucking again, but my other half and I were still shy of going out to fuck as we had before. AZT was considered to be at least a chance at avoiding hiv, but it took quite a while (several years) before we all returned to our former glory.

Yeah that is the one ... These two!

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

When I was coming of age in New York in the 80's sexual habits were different. I'm speaking from my many many experiences and from porn then and now. For one thing, you didn't hear sub or submisssive or top or bottom often. You were French active ( you suck) and Greek passive (you got fucked.) Now those expressions are antiquated. But bottoms aren't just bottoms: now, many are submissive, implying they want aggressive tops. And speaking of tops, they generally didn't hold your head and fuck your throat or gag or choke you. That seems much more prevalent in the last 25 years or so. I experience it nearly every time I bottom. In contemporary porn it's almost the norm. And ass- eating wasn't the norm either. Now, in RL and porn, nobody gets fucked without being eaten out. I remember one time getting my add eaten in the 80's. I'm not complaining about trend but noticing the way we have sex now is different than it used to be. At least in my experience. Does anyone else remember differently?

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.

yes, the sex on offer has definitely changed due to our relationship with HIV and societal norms etc. Back in the 90s guys got gay bashed on the street regularly so if a trick called me faggot and slapped me, i'd run out that door so fast! today? if he's not choking me and calling me bitch, i'm not enjoying myself 😜 but i also realize all the ways ive changed to. 1980s i was str8 and on DL. forget kink, i was barely having sex 😜 1990s i was so obsessed w being one of "the good gays" - model minority syndrome- that although i dabbled in kink i couldn't sustain interest in anything more than trophy husband hunting. 00-20 i was off the market married to my ex and fairly vanilla 21-25 the pendulum has slung fully. pig sex w nameless strangers or im not interested. Men will only break your heart so better to just use them for sex and then walk away.

You're listening to that inner voice you are developing...

I don't see straight muscle guys as fuck targets. I see why you do. A horny eager pig is exactly what he needs. But I want him choking on my dick and I want to breed him deep. Straight men don't like that as much. More than I want to fuck muscle ass, I want to be the muscle, and fuck everyone.

Longest I've sucked a dick for has got to be a good 45 minutes. I used to see a older Dom Top who I think took the little blue pill. Generally he would fuck me and then we would rest and then round two was me sucking him. He'd sit on the couch and I'd be in the floor in front sucking him. I swear I would have jaw pain the next day as the guy took forever to cum again but he wouldn't let me stop not even for a second.

i have more toys than my ass can take! i'm still working my way up.

In need of pleasure…

I will have to get the author's permission for that, not sure how he will respond @DarkBone. I will if he allows it, if not, I will ask if I can send it privately to members who have asked on this forum. I can't guarantee, but I will keep you posted.

My first time was in a video booth. I've told that story several times. When he pulled out I felt the cum running down my leg. I pulled up my jeans (no underwear) and felt the wet spot all the way walking home. So fucking hot!!

These are my biggest toys 😍🔥🎉

OMG. That is one of the hottest videos EVER MADE. The younger guy (the bottom) unfortunately died a few years ago.

o (note) {Please excuse the balls, I find them easier to juggle} o In a State College town with or without a Gay community or gayborhood, there always seems to be an all night diner. For gays it is a place to refuel and gossip when too spun to go to bed. Even straight folk need a place to eat after a night of Beer Pong. o Dad herded Adam and myself to a table just as a group was leaving. A lot of eyes were directed in our direction but overhearing was unlikely. During the short drive over, my spinning brain stabilized I had been sluggishly formulating questions. Dad, why did you let me Poz you? Son’ I’ve been poz since your Mom was pregnant with Adam. Adam was also honest, he did not set this up but I was there keeping an eye on you. I had chanced to meet Burt at the lumberyard and he mentioned you had promise. Your metamorphosis from being a rude kid into something special was amazing and has sparked him to have an interest in you. o The looks and whispers had continued and a college age kid hesitantly approached the table and then as if on a dare blurted “Is it true that you Pozzed your Dad”? Dad deadeyed him back as I opened my mouth and said “Yes, and our relationship is off to a new level”. As the stunned kid retreated and the murmurs grew Dad turned to me and said “There you go Richard, the die is cast”. o Dad, if you were POZ, why did you pull off? Son, I can be Gay because I kick ass at my job, I can even be HIV Positive, but regardless of that, I still would get fired if I pissed hot during a random drug test. As exciting as taking your chempiss would be, it is not a path I can risk right now. I am not going to try to lecture you at this point. I was not always there for you when it mattered most being on travel so much. I only ask that if you get fucked up, you do it with your friends. They are not likely to leave you in a ditch or worse. If your life ended, mine would as well. “Dad.. I’m just adopted”. “Son, Adam was a blessing but you were the pick of the litter”! I looked from Adam rolling his eyes back to Dads sincere face. Dad continued – “My distractions and stress when I learned about Adam coming so closed after we adopted you including possible sibling rivalry or flat out incompatibility was a stress I had not planned for and had difficulty coping with. I certainly had other things on my mind than playing safe, I understand you know what that’s like. I was not chasing, but I felt such a weight lifted when I got the Fuck Flu. I am just thankful that I have been here to watch you grow up into a man. o Richard, you are already a celebrity but after tonight Word is going to get around. You need some mentoring. Some boys come out of the closet, some are dragged out of the closet, You exploded out of the closet. Going from a flat footed stop to the speeds you are going without some mentoring could burn you out, burn you up, or something unspeakable. Adam will help, right Adam? “Sure Dad”. He waived at the the waitress, let’s order…. o The coaching staff for teams not involved with Football had lightened up during Rush Week so as to not fry the athletes who were also in Greek Life. Coach and team training for new baseball players was getting into high gear with the heavy efforts after Rush Week. The athletic department staff were also scoping out athletic scholarship freshmen who had lettered in High School as fill ins for teams, and of course scholarship recipients also had to help other teams and caching staff during those seasons. Just because Baseball season was several months away did not mean they were easy on us, they buckled down hard. Coach Barnes was the Baseball Coach and jumped right into pain on a painful morning. OK boys, Rush week is over, you’ve had your fun, now you pay the price. He was stern but fair, the workouts started easy enough but some Freshmen were puking anyway. o The athletic slot class schedule of my 1st Semester was mandatory core and electives. This was nothing like Highschool. I mistakenly picked what I thought were going to be easy courses but was mistaken. Also, I was having some attention distractions of my inner slut speaking sweet nothings as I was trying to concentrate. Literary Studies on 1000 and 1 nights was morphing into 1001 loads, references to the Trojan War took me back to Jeff Bruckner breaking a condom in my ass and I jumped from the remembered snap. The thought of nearly naked beefcakes packed Nutt to Butt in a statue had me developing a wet spot in my shorts. Before practice or locker room duty I would always have to rush to the bathroom and rub out a load to minimize showing wood near the showers in an inappropriate moment. My Extra Curricular activities were not helping my concentration either. Helping at one of Burt’s basement dungeon Pozing Parties had my slut demon purring as I thrusted into some Neg College Ass while barefoot on the piss damp floor. These feelings expanded when my feet and toes were suckled on while getting pounded in a sling by a Patron waiting their turn at my ass. I began to think of my entire body as a sexual pitcher and catcher. I had had wet dreams as a kid when my balls dropped, nowadays my balls were always too drained to drop a load in the sheets, just some ooze. My often sodden jock and my slut beast’s purring during water sports made ‘wet dream’ take on a whole new meaning. o Then I was thrown a curveball. Adam handed me a note from Dad. ..”Son, that mentoring we talked about, well it’s on. Be at Burt’s after class Friday afternoon. Wear or have your boots, jeans, and a long sleeve shirt, you can be commando, but I recommend a jock. Have fun but PAY ATENTION! This is a lesson curriculum that is more important than Psych 101 or Literature. Do as you are told but questions are ok because without them you will learn less. Your weekend absence has been cleared with the coaching staff. It’s a family thing if anyone else asks. Oh, and don’t take your phone. But do bring your meds. A change of clotes is not necessary o When I got to Burt’s Friday afternoon he said great boy, you’re not so distracted you forgot to follow instructions. If you need to poop, do it now and pointed to the bathroom, if you don’t need to go, try anyway.. When I returned, he said we are going on a ride and he ushered me into his garage which was filled with motorcycles. He herded me towards the front row by the outside door. You need to pay real close attention. If you don’t listen, I will not have to throw you to the pavement, because motherfucking physics will. This is as 1953 Thunderbird very like Marlin Brando rode in the Wild Ones which is very appropriate for this weekend. I put on a thermal wrap but you are going to keep your right leg off the exhaust anyway! It gets hot quick. Brando’s bike had a saddle, this one has buddy seating. Keep your feet on the fucking pegs. Don’t stress, but keep pressure on the pegs. You are prone to overdoing things but if you keep too much pressure on, your legs will feel like you have been doing squats for hours. There are no hot tubs at the farm, we used to have one but spooge and other things clogged the filters and made maintenance ridiculous. Now, look under the seat. As I bent over to look, Burt started stroking my ass. I looked through the naked frame (it was not jam packed with stuff like a modern bike) and saw a metal block attached to the bottom of the seat with a short strut pointing towards the rear and a thick steel spring stubbing out pointing towards the front. The whole thing was the size of a small clenched fist but looked otherwise unremarkable. “Boy, that is my Motorcycle resonator. I am letting you know now, because some boys I have taken for a ride have freaked out and would like to avoid you trying that on the highway”. I mumbled “I would expect a stick or built in dildo”. Burt laughed, anything like that would gut you like a fish - even Tom’s motorcycle series depicted that Boys were happy enough with the real flesh toys up their backside. Tom? “I asked”. “Shit boy, you just added another class to the weekend”! Now, you feel the need to piss, just cut loose. It will be harder than you think, but you will not need the pants once we get to the Farm. My butt has been wet before. Now, riding rules. You are going to be wearing a helmet with eyewear. You will keep your mouth closed. You were not bug chasing when you got pozzed but you have taken to it like a duck to water but listen, you swallow an insect at highway speeds you could be distracted from following my rules. You will hold me tight, you cannot squeeze me too hard, this is not a situation where less is more. You can look left when I am looking right, or you can look the same way. Do NOT lean in a direction opposite from me” Understand? Feel free to look right or left when we are going straight The first time a pillion rider is surprised by a quick stop is always memorable but you do not want a bloody nose as you kiss the back of my head, remember that rule. We will do a few turns around the neighborhood and let you get used to everything, then we will hit the road. When I stop, you keep your feet on your pegs At low revs, you can hear me tell you to put your feet down and straddle if need be, I know from your long legs you can flat foot at a stop even spreading for the exhaust. I get on, I start it, then you get on when I motion. An unasked question is the mark of the unteachable. You got any questions? I responded, “I’ll try to remember and do as you say”. “Let me rephrase boy, you are now going to teach me what you are supposed to do”. I stumbled through a rehash of his tutorial and he nodded. That is better retention than I was expecting. Now, let me start this beast he motioned for me to back step back. He reached over and hit the garage door opener, set his ignition, then rose up and dropped as he licked the bike into life. “I already had the bitch warmed up” he shouted. He sat upright, handlebars squared, bike upright. He motioned for me to get on. As I put my leg over looking for the pegs, my ass went on the seat and I levitated up and then cam back down delicately. I was catching a resonated vibration right on my love button. My ass and balls were jiggling, and my entire groin was in a massage chair. I felt Burt laughing as I made sure my boots were properly set on both passenger pegs grabbed him and tapped his belly twice. He pulled out of the garage slowly, rode to the end of the drive, stopped and reached into his leather jacket pocket for his remote. I could see he was looking in the mirror to verify the door closed and then we were off. I was asking myself how far are we going? I had forgotten to ask and could not ask now over the noise. We went down some side streets and did some turns plus a U-turn in the cul-de-sac. Shortley, we were at a light, got a green and we were on the highway. Burt was right, it was hard to think about pissing with clothes on, but the shaking was sloshing my bladder and I was shortly oozing pee like I was peeing in a swimming pool. I don’t know if he purposely took the scenic route, but he passed the county Park Trail Toilets and the woods by the Athletic Fields where I had learned new levels of depravity. We exited the urban zone which transitioned to hills with banked curves, on each one he rolled off the throttle and slippered around the turn banks – gravity pressing my ass into a firmer contact with my resonator fluffer. I was trying to focus on not forgetting what I was doing as the ecstasy grew. All too soon, I came to be aware we had stopped and the motorcycle was off. It still felt like my balls were in a vibrator and my ass was a buzzing numbness like I had been on a long bicycle ride. We’re here boy. He was holding the bike vertical, and I realized I needed to get off. I awkwardly got off and promptly fell. Burt said, yes, that is another reason for the helmet, but don’t worry, your talented ass cannot be broken that easily. Another reason for the helmet is we cannot have a knock on the head turning you straight! My confused look prompted him to add were going to have to work on that funny bone of yours but your Dad and Brother said you did not watch a lot of TV except Sports. Good for you, dreaming about tight-ends is what the youth of today need to focus on. o We went inside the farmhouse. Some training highlights: Your brain is going to start making connections. These are going to include situations, smells, sounds, heat, cold, tactile sensations, light, darkness, etc. This can be a good thing, and it can also be a bad thing. Let me explain: If you wear your favorite crusty jock to one of your mid-term class tests, I guarantee you will be thinking more about the loads you took in your ass wearing that jock than the test questions. Obviously, you also do not want to wear any sex toys to class. You think I am kidding? The genius who designed my seat resonator wore a remote control vibrator to class and the dumbshit forgot to keep the remote batteries as fresh as the ones in the vibrator. You know how quiet a class can get when it becomes obvious a student has a vibrator up his ass he cannot turn off? Burt saw my expression and asked – you think I am kidding? Ask around the engineering department about electroboy. I understand you are well on your way to being infamous as well, your pozzing video was just the start, your antics with your Dad at the PnP party and the Diner are making you the talk of the school whether they connect it with you. Gayboys are just as gossipy as little girls, don’t be surprised if it eventually reached the student body that “he’s the boy who pozzed his dad at a Rush Week Rave”. There is also going to be some important non-sexual info like avoiding getting bashed or robbed. A few other cautions like reliance on safe words and playing with strangers, especially if a bondage situation is a factor. Last for now: I am pulling my offer of getting you a POZ Tat or Brand. Sometime in the future perhaps, but there is no place on your body that it could be hidden during away games. Your Head Coach is one us. Gay and Poz, but not all the assistant coaches are, nor are all the assistant coaches and staff That goes for team mates as well. This leads to part II. If your infamy grows in the Student Body – a definite possibility we will cover ways to not get baited, thrown off the team, and your scholarship jeopardized. While it would of course not happen in actuality, no gayboy can be called motherfucker in the showers and not get a blood pressure rise to a boil or not come out swinging. You are unique in that I have never had to plan for contingencies of possibly being called fatherfucker. It has simply never come up until now. He looked up to see my downcast eyes. Boy, that is the WRONG response his voice raised. Then his voice got softer - Settle down, we will think of something. Hmmm… o You know, your changes in behavior between Pre-Poz and Post Poz have been remarkable. I was sure your dick attitude (I flinched at the generic shortening of the name Richard) would have eventually have gotten you into big trouble. The wrong attitude and responses during your first session with us could have resulted in some serious damage, but your inner slut started leaking out and taking over and saved you. You took it like the champ you are. Just like in baseball, you cannot win without drills, practice, stretching, and playing both the physical and the metal game. I have broken in many a boy, sub, slave, and pig. Don’t let this go to your head(s) Big or Small – but you have great promise of achieving celebrity status as a slut! On the flip side, you will be safer and enjoy your play sessions if you pay attention during these training days. Your mind will wander when you are high, that will be obvious to me and I can adjust. However, if you are NOT high and I see you getting bored, I have ways that will definitely bring you into THE NOW! Again, this weekend ‘workshop’ will be like a fire hydrant enema – a lot to process. And testing will follow. o OK, First order of Business! You must look me in the eyes and promise me you will not use anyone else’s favors without my express permission. This is non-negotiable. If you grew your own weed, that would be an exception but you don’t so It does not matter. The stuff some dealers mix into their shit would give you nightmares. OK? I looked deep into his hazel eyes which seemed to now have bigger pupils and said “Yes Sir”! Good Boy, that’s what I like to hear. o Let’s talk about the dungeon in town. Your first time, you learned a lot. You learned more at our little Poz Conversion Parties. Let’s up the spectrum and the volume. The Farm is better quipped. If you know your favorite things or limits when sober, and know your favorite things when high, you are way more likely to make good choices and make informed decisions that will deepen your sexual beast’s pleasure and shorten recovery times. If you know what makes you have a Tina Dick with or without Tina, then you know to not put the cart before the horse and get your Pitching in early – you can catch later. (The reverse is not always true) If your balls are drained, you are less likely to be shower baited with an erection to a taunting that secretly turns you on. We will also cover managing your dance card. Just like any school or dependent task if you develop good habits when sober, and practice them when spun, you will have a busier night. As I previously said - your beast will be frustrated if it wants to Top and your cunt has been gobbling so much G and Tina that you have a Tina Dick. Task management might sound ridiculous to a slut like you but you may eventually see the wisdom of that topic. Have a beer, then take a nap. o On waking – Burt said ”OK, stretching is important” o Burt covered topics like target of opportunity fucks, tricks to maintaining a sweet fuckable ass, what to do when you are about to fuck a dirty bugger, the topic chain went on and on. o Lube, a little goes a long way, too much lube is wasteful. Too much lube can reduce the friction to an unenjoyable level Too little can bring things to a bloody screeching halt. We are not worrying about condom safety, so no water based lube concerns. Snapping condoms Burt saw my expression of concentration light up, Oh, you know about that. We’ll explore what you know and what you don’t know vs what you ought to know. o OK Boy, get your naked ass into the sling. Special lube topic There are a few exceptions to the water-based lube rule. He held up a thermal lunch cooler. It is tough with tight asses, but your pucker is talented enough to do this now. The gay community loves Jello Shooters. This is a ratio mix of Jello and alcohol. Here try one. I pressed the contents of the plastic cup into my mouth and I sucked on it a bit. The alcohol fraction was not too harsh and I licked my lips. o He inserted a Jello-shot in my cunt. It burned but was a refreshing sensation as the Cold Jello melted and the alcohol was directly absorbed. You will find this type of diversion useful in groups since the squired bang residue makes it look like you were fucked by Walt himself. o He dipped back into the cooler. This is J-Lube: Boy, this comes in a powder and is mixed with tap, sterile, or bottled water You do not want soda water or any carbonated product since you will in effect have a rocket up your ass. It is an agricultural product to aid a vet in several different ways like inseminating a mare or a cow, inseminating himself by a friendly farm hand or Cowboy, or my favorite use: Fisting. He started laughing, you know, some Bears I Know in Houston had a Naked Twister Party at the Mary’s Complex. To make things interesting, they lubed the game sheet with J-Lube. Being Texans, bigger, and more was the rule and being City Texans, they used too much. For years when it rained the back fence and the ground looked like it was foaming at the mouth. Ha! Good Times! Anyhow, you mix up a batch, then squirt it into buttercups, then you freeze it. The sharp edge can be used for naughty purposes if you need to scrape someone up – put it in edgewise, but you have some recently healed fissures so we will go easy. It always helps with a dollop of elbow grease. Remember what I said about doing things in the right order? If a gang bang has the biggest dicks go first, the other tops and the slut will not be happy – ‘in the end’ -so to speak. The needs of the many….. Oh, never mind. He had been fingering my hole with a little lube for good measure. Out popped his finger and he stepped aside. Dad stepped up to the bottom of the sling. Dad! I exclaimed, by sphincter tightening both from the removal of the finger my beast had been enjoying as well as the involuntary reflex the situation of facing my father with a hungry asshole in a sling presented like a gift. Dad said “I hear you have been paying attention and doing well”. As he thrust his cock into my cunt. The abrupt change from, well I wont say a dry lecture to this was abrupt. My slut Beast awoke and moaned. My reflexes stuttered and I flexed trying to swing back on his dick harder each time he thrust. As we got the rhythm, I was swinging back onto his cock with fierce effort and yelling. All too soon. He was yelling yes! Take my DNA! He was shuddering as my already tired balls volleyed cum up to the rafter chain supports with a hands free assgasm. Dad leaned forward to kiss me and it turns out Burt had a soup spoon and cup to catch the first of my Dads cum that was leaking out of my ass. He spooned a bit and handed it to my Father who passed it to me and I lapped it up. Now you are my Boy by Injection! Pucker Up Buttercup! He pushed a frozen J-Lube puck into the furnace of my hungry ass. o I Yelped - My inner Slut Beast roared with approval as he dropped the empty buttercup and patted my ass closed. The sensation of the melting J-Lube ice puck felt electrifying. Within seconds it has melted into a slick sludge that was exploring every fold and lump in my colon. My Dad started massaging my hole and it blossomed for him begging for additional gifts. He inserted 1 and moved up to went up to 4 fingers and then pulled out and patted my blossom closed. I think you might want to try receiving a fist, if so let me know Saturday Night or Sunday. This is useful for large objects, but no real need to use toys when you have the real thing. And he stuck his ragingly hard pierced cock in my cunt with one smooth quick motion. Burt said “I am jumping the gun somewhat, but laying a meal in front of a hungry man has consequences and he went to town pounding. Meanwhile Dad went to some controls on the pole and the head of the sling winched down a little. I looked up at the mirrored reflection above me as my Father offered his dick to suck his remaining cum and my ass juice off of. When I started to get a little red in the face, he moved back and elevated the top of the sling. Lets keep the strokes in your ass and not your head. Burt was grunting and I could feel him coming even with the remaining J-Lube that had not yet been forced out of my ass by those magnificent pistons. o Biker Arrivals: The Bikers my cunt and slut beast were so fond of arrived in two groups. Adam had rode up with my dad and was having some fun on the side, but was there watching and filming most of the spectacle. Between training sessions where my cock was being milked or my cunt was being filled there were other sideshows I could never have imagined. For instance, after a biker had shot a big load in my ass we took a break. This biker had an average sized dick, but through years of chewing, stretching, CBT and other play had a large foreskin. He was very clean – I had sucked him to arousal before he fucked me but he had this huge foreskin. Burt said you can do this with a regular uncut guy, but Ernie here is a better demonstrator. You have to do this after they have blown their last wad or before they get excited. If they are fresh, you have to be quick because the goal is not spill any. As a demonstration Burt told me to pull Ernie’s foreskin up and out. Burt poured some peppermint Schnapps into the Skin Shooter Cup. Ernie smiled at the burn and Burt said “drink”! I accomplished sucking in the shot without spillage to a massive round of applause. o Additional sessions were transmitted casually in conversation Some Bikers related close calls of getting caught by the law performing a sexual act that was legal in most places but still illegal right across a county line. Other topics included Bondage with people you trust, tit suction cups, tit play, piercings, verbal contract agreements, safe words, experimentation, I felt I was being filled with a huge Dildo Lexicon Of Knowledge. o During one time where my dick was hiding, exhausted, my ass ring was gaping and tired. Where I thought I might get some rest, Burt said OK, Time for Cross-Examination! I was grabbed and taken to the Saltire and bound wrists and ankles to the St Andrews Cross. There was a slight angle on it and it did not feel as uncomfortable as it looked. Burt handed my Dad a flogger and my brain fog was farted out of my mind. Dad approached me and spoke softly to me asking. “Do you trust me”? I was trembling but nodded my head. Boy I asked you if your TRUSTED me YES Daddy! And I was sagging in my restraints. “I should have done this a long time ago but your awfully big to spank now I wonder if I could even make an impression on you how much I love you. I was trembling and crying. I heard a rustle, felt a tickle. My fear was an enclosure, my intellect had fled. I felt the tickling continue as the soft ends of the flogger explored my back, buttocks and legs. There was an occasional flip where the straps of the flogger paralleled each other across my back but the impact was a whisper. My terror grew, I could taste my fear, My Beast was speechless, I was expecting – What exactly? Pleasure? Pain? Torture? Love? I felt a hug. Breathe sone, you’re turning blue. My beast was nodding, the Bikers were applauding, Adam left his camera and broke the 4th wall to come up and slap my ass. “Thats my Brother, always showing off”. And I was laughing as I had another Assgasm. o Burt said It’s late, glanced at the clock seeing it was 2 AM on Sunday or Early as I stand corrected while I was being released from the cross. I speak for all of us that you are an exceptional graduating senior SexU slut. You have obviously achieved the requirements of SumaCumLoudly and are awarded ValiDicktorian, all affirming say Aye! There was a chorus of Ayes. There had better not be a Nay, anyone want to try me? Fine, as a reward you can Pitch or Catch anyone here. o I looked up with tired eyes and stated….I pick all of you, but I am tired so please line up according to cocksize width-and length-sorted please Police yourselves, I am awfully tired…. No disrespect intended, some of you are large I want to grip you all as tight as I can as you instruct me, and - perhaps after you bang me you can cheer me on as I try taking dads Fist? My dad turned to Adam and remarked “He is so organized Now”! Did you ever think you would see the day? o As the ENDING ceremonies began as I was taking it up the end Burt Asked me: How would you sum up your lessons to date? o Diamonds are this Baseball Gaygurl’s best friend, but this slut is a winner that takes all cummers but also doesn’t mind taking a licking! Was that word salad too verbose? As the laughter died down I see you have also been exercising that funny bone. How long have you been practicing that response? I replied that it had taken me a day since I had some nice distractions along the way that kept interrupting my thoughts…. o Dad Presented my graduation gift, this smartphone has your sim card in it. It is also app’d up with raw dating engines, Adam and I hope it will be adequate to your requirements. As everyone was preparing to leave, Dad told me Adam is riding shotgun so you can lay down in the back. My response was quick: “Ride Back with you? I’m riding back with Burt! I love you and Adam but pass up a ride on the fluffercycle? No Way! However, if you guys want to meet up for a mid-trip fucking pitstop or pisstop in the woods, I can probably find a slot on my dancecard…. …………..Not the end……………..

I don't remember in the moment but do know the 30 minute buss ride home left me with soaked underwear and shorts. Obviously didn't know not to trust a fart back then lol

Oh fuck! Seriously, that’s you? I sent message.

Kane and Kieron were still sleeping it off when I went out for my shift at the Nisa, but I knew they’d seen my message as both of them were showing as Read in the chat. My stomach was a mess and I couldn’t eat any breakfast at first, but I grabbed a Belvita at work and ate it while I smoked a couple of cigs out back. Then I got to stacking shelves, before taking over the till. Just when Clive finished his lunch, Kane came in and I saw through the door that Kieron was outside. Kane just looked at me without saying anything. “Clive mate” I said, not losing eye contact with my brother, “I’m going lunch.” I went out back to grab my jacket, then on out the side door and up the alley to the road. K&K were standing there and both of them just stared at me, looking more shit-scared than I’d ever seen them. They started walking towards me, so I took out my cigs and started to light one. “Give us one of those” Kane said. I shook the packet out at him, and both of them reached out for one. I handed Kane the lighter, they both lit up, and then I put it all back in my jacket. “Dragon” I said, and started walking towards the pub. They followed me, and I pointed at one of the tables outside where there was no-one else around. I went inside and got us three beers, and asked Sheila to do me a BLT. Then I went back outside and sat down. “What do you know?!” Kane asked, in a hushed voice. I looked between them, and then took a gulp of beer. “I followed you to that warehouse by the canal last night” I said. “Dad wanted to know if you were dealing. I climbed up a drainpipe and saw you.” “Fuck” Kieron whispered, looking white. “What the fuck did you tell Dad?!” Kane said, gripping my wrist. “I fucking told him I lost you, alright!” I said, shaking my hand free. We sat in silence for a bit, with both of them staring at the table. I lit up another cigarette, then tossed the box towards Kane. After a minute he took one and lit up, with Kieron following suit. “I want in” I said. “How would you fucking know what you want?” Kane said. “How…” He stopped when the pub door opened and Sheila came out, plonking my BLT down with a smile. She turned around and went back in, and we were in silence again. “I got fucking turned on, OK” I said. “Plus the money looks good.” “Are you fucking serious?” Kieron asked. “Yeah” I said, staring at him and feeling bold. “I am fucking serious.” We didn’t say anything for a while, so I got on with eating my sandwich. When I was done, I lit up again and then sat back in my chair. “How did you get into that shit anyway?” I asked. They didn’t answer for a while, but eventually Kane started talking. They had started making a few quid on a video chat call thing, stripping or jerking off for guys, but then when Dad had threatened to kick them out they had gone back to some guy who kept putting in the comments that they could make more money. They had met him at a place in town, and he’d made them an offer. They said yes, so he fucked them both to test them out. Then he’d taken them to a party and a few other guys had fucked them, and they’d earned a wad off that. Then he said they could earn regular money if they wanted, and they’d started going to places all over the city or even in other towns, where older men threw away cash to get to fuck a pair of hot muscular twins. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I, er…” Kane started. “Yes” said Kieron, causing Kane’s head to whip round. “What, bro? Don’t give me that look. I’m with you every time, and I know you fucking love it like I do.” Kane went bright red, while Kieron actually smiled. “Are you gay?” I asked Kieron. “Fuck yeah” he said, looking relaxed all of a sudden. “Kane?” I asked. He said nothing, just staring open-mouthed at his twin, but then he looked down at the table and slowly nodded. “K would rather be doing the fucking” Kieron said, leaning forward and patting Kane on the back. “Or so he says.” I sat and looked at them both, seeing that Kane looked rattled while Kieron was back to being his cocky self. “What about you?” Kane muttered, still looking down. “Me?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. I took a big gulp of beer, and then a deep breath. “No fucking idea” I said. “But after I saw you two I wanted to know how it feels. Then I busted out a big load on Bret’s bed.” “Dirty fucker” Kieron laughed, with even Kane cracking a smile. I had to get back to work, but they agreed to meet me later. The afternoon fucking dragged on, but when I did eventually get out of Nisa they were waiting for me outside, and we went and stood in the part of the pub car park that was hidden from everything else. After grilling me a bit more about whether I was serious, they said they’d talk to the guy that evening about me joining in. Kieron then sent me a link to a website, but told me to wait until tonight to look at it. We then went home for another shitty ready meal dinner, before I had to go back out to the Dragon. Somehow I avoided my phone all evening, and only went to click on the link once I was home in bed. It was a porn fan site, with only short previews available unless you signed up. But the previews were enough to see my twin brothers getting gangfucked by men in loads of different venues. The warehouse I had seen was in a few, but there were posh apartments, a sex club, a gym, a sauna, some woods and even a fucking bus. I couldn’t join without a card, but I didn’t need to. It was hot as fuck to see what they’d been doing, and I knew even more I wanted in. Man, I must be fucking gay. I busted out a load again, then went to sleep. The next day Kieron came by Nisa at my break and we went back to the pub again. “Kane took two cocks in his arse at once last night” he said. “Can’t fucking walk today.” “Two at once?!” I yelped. “Feels fucking awesome once you get used to it” Kieron said, smiling. “Fuck” I said, causing him to laugh. “You sure you up for this?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “But maybe I need some practice first.” “Watch this” he said, taking out his phone and tapping away a bit, before my own phone buzzed. “Do what it says and you’ll be ready. I’ll put one of my dildos under your bed.” “One of your dildos?” I asked. “How many you got?” “A few” he replied, smirking. “Good to get there ready to go.” He told me that their guy was up for the younger brother joining in but wanted to test me out first, so they were going to take me to see him on Monday when I had my night off at the Dragon. “He’s gonna fuck you” Kieron said. “You’ll have to suck him off too.” “Cool” I said, my stomach lurching. “Hit the gym” he said. “He likes us muscled.” For the next few days I did hit the gym a lot. We can’t afford an actual membership anywhere, but the Council put one of those outdoor gyms in at the park and no fucker has vandalised it yet, so I just went there to work out. At nights I watched the video Kieron had sent me, practicing with the dildo until I could get it to go in no problem. Felt fucking great, but I knew a real cock would feel better. Also practiced sucking it and managed to swallow it after a while, though I nearly chucked up over the bedroom a couple of times gagging on the fucking thing. Hope I didn’t wake Dad. On the Monday I said I was meeting friends, but Dad barely listened so I just went out. I was nervous as fuck, so lit up a cigarette while I waited for K&K. When they came out to go to ‘work’ we walked down to the bus stop, but the fucking thing never showed up so we ran down past the canal to the station to get a train instead. Their guy lived in a posh block in the city centre, and we got a really shitty look from the concierge after we were buzzed in. K&K ignored him though, so I tried to do the same as we waited for the lift. “Gentleman” the guy said, opening his door wearing just a dressing gown. “Hi” said Kieron, as we went in. “Hi” I said. “And you are?” the man asked. “Luke” I replied. “I’m 19.” “Very nice” he said, “I can see the family resemblance.” I blushed, while he showed us through to a large living room with amazing views out the windows. “Gentlemen” the man said, “I have an early meeting, so we will need to get down to business I’m afraid.” “OK” said Kane, before turning to me. “Luke?” “What?” I asked, before realising. “Oh!” I quickly took off my clothes, so that I was standing completely naked. The man leered at me, and I nervously began to turn around so he could see all of me. “Very nice” he said. “You’ll tone up well like your brothers.” “Thank you sir” I said. He then undid the belt of his dressing gown, and a big erect cock flopped out. I stared at it, then glanced at Kieron. He gave a slight head nod towards the cock, and I realised what I had to do. I walked over to the man and got down on my knees, and then after a deep breath I opened my mouth and sucked him in. It was so much better than the dildo, and with even just the tip in my mouth I wanted more. I bobbed my head on him for a while, and then began to try to swallow the whole thing. I nearly gagged a couple of times but mostly covered it, before I relaxed and managed to start getting him down my throat. He moaned as I did that, and I kept going knowing I was doing well. Then he took my head in his hands and pulled me off. “Very good, boy” he said. “Almost as good as Kane.” I heard Kane cough in embarrassment. “Thank you sir” I said, looking up at him from where I was kneeling. “Now” he said, motioning for me to stand up. “Let’s see how you stack up against your cumslut brother Kieron.” He walked me over to one of the sofas, and I got down on my knees leaning over the back. He squatted down behind me and planted his face in between my cheeks, giving me my first ever rim job. I moaned like crazy, especially when he began to finger me. “Nicely loosened already” he said. “You ready to have your cherry popped?” “Yes please” I groaned. He was bigger than the dildo in every way, and I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream as he pushed into me. But I survived the entry, and began to relax as he stayed buried inside me. He got a bottle of poppers out of his dressing gown pocket and handed them to me, with Kieron indicating to me I should inhale from it. When I did my head went fuzzy, and I moaned out loud. The man started to pull out, then pushed back in and I saw stars. He did this again slowly a few times, and then he began to fuck me properly. I moaned and groaned, panted and pleaded, and he just kept fucking. The dildo was good, but this felt so much fucking better. The warmth inside me, the way it stretched me, and knowing this was another guy inside me, all made it feel just so much fucking better. I never wanted it to fucking stop. But eventually it had to stop, when he slammed into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. “Take my fucking seed, boy” he growled at me. “Oh fuck yeah please sir” I panted. Then he withdrew, and I slumped down more on the sofa as I felt his cum start to drip out of me. “Clean him up” the man said, and Kane rushed over with a tissue and wiped my arse. He then pulled me off the sofa and had me stand up facing the man. “Boy” he said, “your father sure knows how to make them.” “Thank you” I panted. “We’ll debut you properly in a week” he said. “I want you ready, all of you.” “Yes Grant” said Kieron, “we’ll be ready.” “Especially him” Grant said. “Everyone will want a piece of him.” “We’ll make sure he’s ready” said Kane. “You do that” Grant said, doing up his dressing gown. “Now, you can let yourselves out.” “Yes sir” Kieron said. “Oh, and Kane?” Grant said. “Yes?” “You better be using that dildo I gave you” he said, with a slightly evil smirk. “I don’t want any more of those embarrassing hysterics next time we double-fuck you.” “Sorry sir” said Kane, turning bright red. “It won’t happen again.” With that, I got myself dressed quickly, and then we hurried out of the apartment. Once out on the street we all lit up cigarettes. “So?” asked Kieron. “Fucking awesome” I said. “I want more.” “Slut” laughed Kane. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting more than you can fucking handle in a week.” “Bring it on” I replied. We managed to get a bus back to the estate, and stopped by the Dragon for a quick drink. Brian said Dad had been in but had gone home, so we knew he was probably in a drunken sleep already. We headed home after a pint, and with Dad sure enough passed out and snoring like a gorilla in his room, I joined K&K in theirs so they could show me some of the full-length videos. In a few of them the men fucking them all had funny tattoos of snakes, spiders, scorpions and other things, but Kieron said this was just what they were into, with groups of guys often having similar ink. He showed me another one where a biker gang used them, and they all had matching chest tattoos of that danger symbol you see on stuff sometimes. I kind of liked it, and was looking forward to seeing who might be using me in a week. The next day things went back to normal, except for Kieron slipping a larger dildo in below my bed to help me get used to taking more. They carried on going off at night, with Dad muttering about what they were up to, and I just did my shop and pub shifts as normal. But all week I just got so fucking excited, no longer giving a fuck if I was gay or not, working my arse over with both dildos and blowing multiple loads every evening. Monday was coming, I wanted to be ready, and I couldn’t fucking wait…

My collection (along with my hole) keeps growing.

Nope - you pretty much nailed it. I'd forgotten about the active/passive references - haven't heard that in years now. But, language is a fluid thing, constantly changing, little by little. Per the ass-eating, there were some that did it, but not until bottoms routinely <polite cough> made sure their Holes actually were edible. Accidents can and do happen, of course, but the cleanliness routine wasn't as obligatory back then. I don't think most of us were as comfortable with ourselves back then. We were still concerned about being "outed" all of that. M2M sex wasn't as celebrated, it was more in the shadows. These days, being an "out" gay man is no big deal; back then it was a substantial and bold choice to make. Thanks for offering that commentary.

Many years ago, a man picked me up took me to his home and fucked me on the kitchen table. After a while I noticed his teenage son watching. The father then said that when he's through the boy would practice on me. It was Fucking HOT.

I wouldn't mind receiving a copy if it is okayed ...

Obviously, I waded through my Kryptonite issues. I still anticipate some Canadian Spooge to inspire more kinky turns in this story.

That might have been the Russell brothers on Treasure Island.

The previous post is about my Puerto Rican husband’s very hot 7 UC black skinned penis. So I share a photo of my poor little faggot penis. You’ll notice it’s shrunken, dark brown, light head and surrounded by dark brown full pubes & bush. It used to be 7 c thic full erection. Now when I’m hard it’s barely 3 or slightly less. After I “graduated “ from crack to meth I became bb bottom only. And my dick became an appendage barely hanging between my legs above an oversized scrote. But my ass became cumloads central craving any and all cocks. I haver efused the husband’s native African black PR penis because I am getting all the black dick I crave in Fort Lauderdale. Interested in seeing it on cam realtime? Drop me a DM.

I support Israel 100% and am very happy the US does. I love that we bombed the shit out of Iran's facilities. It was a beautiful flawlessly executed mission.

i don't know what ur history is but this is my experience: i started out fucking women, not random hook up but GFs. sex always included a lot of foreplay, making out, mutual oral etc so by the time i was penetrating they were all wet n ready. my ass is far more like a cunt than i realized. my first top was a lovely, hot guy and by the time he stuck his big d up my virgin ass we'd been talking/flirting and fooling around for a while so it just slid right in as i wanted it bad by that point. in my experience, it only hurts if a guy walks in and just goes right at fucking 0 to 60 with not even a hello first. so no amount of lubed dildo play is gonna do it if your cherry-busting plan is to host door open ass up for anon. i can do it now, but that's after decades of being a shameless whore 😜

Always love an open shower. Love looking at the varieties of bodies and cocks. It was the first time I saw a hard cock on another guy. It has always been tittilating. One of my first crushes was on a kinda skinny blond boy who had a massive dark bush. His dick was tiny soft, but as soon as other guys walked in naked, it rose to an average length nestled in that mound of dark hair. To this day dark-pubed blonds really get my balls churning. Was nice when gym overlapped with football practice and we got to see the older boys' cocks swinging. I'd always look. Still do.

Swallowed my first load at 12-13 and was hooked on the taste of cum. Could never get enough. Never wasted a drop while sucking and have eaten probably gallons of my own through the years.

Part Eight: How Could I Say No ************************************************** I made it home and peeled myself off the seat of my Jeep and made it inside my apartment, remarkably with very little mess considering how trashed my track pants were. I peeled them off and threw them directly into the washer. I grabbed an old towel and passed it between my legs, pulling it up around my back and right side--a makeshift diaper if you will--to catch what was now an oozing seepage of piss and cum. I headed straight for the shower and, shucking my remaining clothes and then the towel, I climbed in as the warm water bathed my skin in relaxing heat. As I stood there, hand on the wall in front of me, head down under the water, I thought of what had just happened the last few hours, and realized my cock was rock solid yet again. I had blown a major load on the back of Gary and Tom's couch, and another substantial one down Gary's throat, and here I was again ready to erupt. I reached to my left where my own butt plug sat, and reached around behind me, placed it at my anal entrance. Anyone who has ever attempted to use toys in the shower knows water is the worst lube, but I was determined to just shove it in, and so I did. But the dry, scratching resistance I expected was only minimal, and I knew my hole was still slightly lubed with leaking cum. The 5" plug slipped in the whole way and I clenched my ass as I straightened myself slightly and my left hand made its way back around front to my hard uncut penis. I slowly pulled my foreskin back, and then slid it forward, beginning a steady, rhythmic fisting of my shaft. I knew it wouldn't be long, and surely enough, in just a few minutes I was coating the shower wall before me with thick globs of white, negative cum. I knew it would likely be one of the last untainted loads I ever produced, and my entire body crumpled with the ecstacy of the release. A few more strokes, and I reached around to remove the plug; as I rinsed it, I noticed the pinkish hue of the water entering the drain. I had definitely been torn up inside, and there would be no escaping the consequences of my night. I exited the shower, dried myself, and slipped under the covers of my bed and into a blissful sleep. I went about my normal routine for the next three weeks, my mind always on that night, knowing what lay ahead. It was the third Friday after that weekend that I awoke feeling shaky and under the weather. Calling into work, I told them it was just some bug I had picked up (the truth), common for this time of year (not the truth), and that I wouldn't be in that day. It helps when you are reliable and need time off work, as they don't question your story; besides, I was definitely about to have one of the most miserable weekends of my life, or so I thought. I don't know why, but once I got off the phone with work, I pulled up Grindr and flipped to the messages tab, scrolling down to the chat I knew had started everything. A green dot aside his blank picture box and I knew he was online; the message was short and slightly veiled, but hopefully obvious to the one for which it was meant. "Hey, just wanted to say thanks for the fun the other weekend. Feeling today like you guys may have passed something on. Thanks for letting me stop by!" I put down my phone and crawled back under the covers, noticing that I was already beginning to form beads of sweat on my body. I knew the fever wouldn't be mild, but I really had no choice or input; my body was about to wage it's final battle against a foe it could not defeat. I closed my eyes and drifted into a state of semi-sleep, awoken what turned out to be almost six hours later by the vibration of my phone. It was a notification of a Grindr message--I knew by the color of the flash--and needed no guesses as to who it was from. Gary had responded. "hey boy, cameron was it? so you got our gift?" "Pretty sure. Woke up this morning feeling like crap and starting to run a fever. This Gary or Tom?" "gary. tom never uses this app. hes not good with technology ha. youll probably have a rough weekend ahead, anyone who can take care of you?" "Nah, just me. I'll manage I'm sure." There was a pause, and I wondered if he would continue to respond. After all, he now knew he had accomplished his goal. But he did respond, and not with what I expected. "if you want, you can cum here and I can keep an eye on you. least I can do. maybe when your fever breaks we can even have a celebratory fuck" Was he really inviting me back to their place? "Thats nice of you guys to offer, but I don't want to be some puking guy on your couch. You guys probably wouldnt appreciate that." "well its just me here, tom actually lives a few houses down with his partner rob. my nephew is here visiting for the weekend and then hell be gone, but its no problem. we can get you through the worst of it at least" I knew I should say no, but somehow my fingers didn't follow my brain and I found myself responding that I'd head over. After that, I was in the shower, trying to at least make myself somewhat presentable for my arrival, knowing it wouldn't matter much after that. I towelled off and slipped on a tshirt, jocks, and sweatpants. I grabbed a jacket and slipped into my sneakers before shoving some extra clothes in a travel back. I locked up and hopped in the Jeep, and headed back to that beaten path I had travelled back just three weeks earlier. The sun had already nearly set by the time I turned onto that gravel path and headed back to the house. A minute later I was parking and walking toward the door, feeling far more feverish than earlier. I reached out to knock and instead the door swung open and there stood Gary. He quickly ushered me in to the dimly lit living room, where I assumed I would be set up on the same couch I had "christened" at the same time Gary exploded his first load of poison cum deep into me. Instead, there stood a built and muscular guy about my age, standing about 6' 3" and 220#, a crew cut with several days stubble on his firm jaw, deeply tanned skin, and wearing only a leather harness on his chest and around his waist, with a strap leading down to a ring that wrapped itself around the base of a monstrous uncut cock. He had to have been almost nine inches in length and his shaft was insanely thick. The head of his cock looked simply like a tiny cone, there for one purpose only: to force open whatever hole was presented it. It was the opposite of Gary's cock: small head and massive shaft. Gary's voice pierced the silence. "This is my nephew, Mark. Mark, this is Cameron." Mark reached out his hand and I slowly reached out, completing the handshake. "Damn Cameron, your hand is hot. You really are coming down with something." I heard Gary all but laugh behind me and I turned to find him also standing there naked, his rock hard shaft angled slightly downward as his heavy, bulbous head leaked a strand of precum between the lips of his foreskin, the tip of his piss slit ever so slightly visible. And the look on his face told me everything: his offer of help, however genuine it might have seemed, would come with a few extras. And yet as I stood there--feverish, weak, and in the presence of these two men, both with raging hardons that I knew were meant for me--I knew there was no refusing what was about to happen. I was their guest and they had offered to nurse me through this. I let my bag drop to the floor and suddenly felt Mark standing behind me, his solid dick smashing into my back as he embraced me in a bearhug. "Are you up for some fun before we settle you in?" I was. And with no resistance left, either inside me or out, how could I say no?

As Trevor's body and mind reacted forcefully to Daddy's ramming the thick 6" dildo in the pig's relaxed and increasingly hungry hole, it was more from the shock and surprise than anything else. Hell!! The tweaked out little fucker had already had so many booty bumps, coated fingers and shards in his pussy along with all the hits from the pipe, there was no fucking way he could feel much lingering pain from the dildo. Although I knew that when Daddy's FAT throbbing hard and bare cherry-popper pierced the pig, his pain would be intense and blinding for the first few moments. Even experienced (and eager!) holes like mine still had some discomfort on Daddy's initial entry. But then, every time, taking another hit or two and letting my hole transmit the pure sensual lust Daddy's cock created throughout my body I always enjoyed the ride. I was excited to see the sub pig's transformation and acceptance when he had that long hard unmedicated poz daddy dick in his guts! We were getting close to that point and my cock twitched with the anticipation. I held the boi firmly by the shoulders as I ordered him to keep sucking on the glass pipe, soothing him with my voice...telling him how horny it made our Daddy to be using his hole like this...letting him know how hot he looked, covered in sweat, his hairy muscled legs pulled back and watching the dildo slide in and out of his greedy pig hole as the Tina turned his mind to the fullness between his legs. A fullness he had never known or felt but one which he would crave more and more as the night and weekend went on. As I saw his body and mind begin to relax and enjoy this new sensation, I leaned down and licked his sweaty neck and ran my tongue inside his ear and whispered to him, "Yeah, pig baby....that's it....give in to it. See? The pain doesn't last but the fucking pleasure lasts and lasts. And you know what?" I asked as I relit the pipe for him. "It's our hot fucking leather stud Daddy who's the one who brings you the pleasure. He wants you to enjoy giving your body and your hole to him....he only wants you to enjoy it as much as he does! Pleasure and Daddy...they go together pig." I pulled the pipe away from his lips and drew in the remaining swirling smoke as I watched Trevor blow out a huge cloud then begin to murmur, but loud enough for me and Daddy both to hear his chemmed chant, "pleasure...Daddy....Daddy..pleasure.....mmmmmmm". Then, as if a switch had been thrown, he arched his back and pushed his ass into the inward thrust of the dildo, crying out. "Fuck yeah Daddy Sir! It feels so DAMN good! Oh gawd, fuck my pig hole with that dildo...yeah...shove it deep! Just like that..fuck YEAH!!" Daddy shoved the dildo in harder making the cunt whimper and said, "My little pig's hole is getting hungrier and hungrier isn't it? Never had anything even as big as this dildo in that sweet young virgin hole of yours have you?" 'Never, Daddy! I never thought I could like it,...but OMG I fucking love it!!" Daddy's voice remained seductive and inviting but the demon in his eyes when he looked at me and smiled oh so wickedly, made my cock throb and ooze a big pool of poz precum. "Look at my other pig's big hard wet cock! It turns him on knowing you're liking what Daddy is doing to your hole. Don't let his juices go to waste pig. Suck his cockhead and take that precum into your belly. Trust me, his precum is delicious and very special". Trevor turned his face to his right where my achingly hard cock had been rubbing against his cheek, smearing it with precum. With a hungry growl he parted those fucking fantastic lips, sealed them just under the mushroom head of my dick and I felt his tongue begin swirling across my piss slit, lapping up every dirty toxic drop of my precum. "Oh fuck yeah slut!", I said. "Your mouth feels so damn good! Suck that cokc, just like Daddy told you to. Do whatever Daddy tells you to and we'll all have one hell of an unforgettable weekend!" The pig boi hummed around the first couple inches of my cock as he continued fucking his hole into the dildo thrusts. This went on for a good five minutes when he finally took his mouth off my cock and looked at Daddy with eyes raging with lust and as dark as hell and pleaded with him..."More, Daddy! I need more. Something to fill my sub pig cunt deeper, wider! I can't fucking get enough! Please Daddy! I am your pig boi and I'm here to serve and please you.....but...OH GAWD!!" he yelled out as Daddy rammed the dildo in hard and twisted it. "I want to please you Daddy, but my hole is so hungry! I'm sorry Daddy". I was sucking on his hard sweaty hair-covered nipple as he said this and smiled around the nub in my mouth when I heard him, then heard Daddy's response. "There's nothing to be sorry for, boi. Your hunger IS pleasing Daddy. It's making Daddy so hard and wet. Here, feel it", he said and I could see him as he pulled out the dildo and let just the wet leaking tip of his cock teasingly touch the unsavable pig's hole. "Feel that, boi? That's how hard and wet you've made Daddy by wanting what Daddy wants to give you." Daddy gyrated his hips slightly and stepped just a bit closer touching the pig's unprotected hole with the full flatness of his cockhead. "You like that pig? You like Daddy's hard cock pressing against your cunt lips like that? The cock that YOU made so hard!" "Oh yes, Sir Daddy! It feels so much bigger than it did in my mouth. Soooooooo big....mmmm". Daddy knew he was almost there. "And you want something bigger than the dildo I've been using on you, don't you?" "YES!! Bigger! Thicker, longer! To feel my hole completely. I need to be filled Sir. Please. Do you have another toy that you can slide inside me that's as big as your dick?!" Daddy slid another couple tina coated fingers into the hyped up soon-to-be-pregnant cock slut pig, making him moan and spread his legs wider. "I have just the 'TOY' for you boi. I think you'll want it but it's going to hurt going in at first. It's a LOT bigger than the dildo." "That's what I want Daddy! A LOT bigger! Please Daddy...give it to me.....let me feel your toy in my hole! I NEED it!!" Daddy leaned forward causing his wet cockhead to again tease Trevor's wet hole. Daddy stared into the pig boi's black eyes and said, "If that's what you want pig, then Daddy's going to give you just what you want. Get ready slut!"

It's been a week or so since I wrapped up this story and have a few random thoughts. :-). Not really sexual stuff. Just my thoughts on the story itself. So if you are looking for the good stuff you may want to skip this. 1. Have seen some frustration around the fiction section over "abandoned" stories (frustrations I share at times...hate getting into a story and then it never gets finished). Looking back at this story, I'm hoping no one that way about Breakdown. For me, the story was about the main character finding himself in a situation that brought out his inner slut (in this case breaking down in the middle if nowhere and his night getting fucked by Wes and Ken). The aftermath chapter was mainly just there to show that this wasn't a one time thing but has profoundly altered his self-image and future behaviour. I can, however, see how some might feel I just abandoned the story. 2. For some reason, I had a hard time writing this one. Part of it was work being really busy but I also struggled with the story itself....which I had to push myself to finish it off. Which is odd to me because it pretty much went the way I planned it. Other stories I've written (here, Nifty, etc) the stories seemed to flow better but they also went in directions I didn't originally plan. 3. I did end up liking this though and will almost certainly carry on the student"s sexual adventures. That will be a new story though and probably a new thread as that will be a different story than this one. (I will probably even have to give him a name <lol>. ) 4. In this story the character was left nameless and is never really described in too much detail as he is intended to be an "every man" (or at least an "every-gay-college-student-leaving-home-for-the-first-time-who-doesn't-realize-he-is-gay"). In the same way, in my previous story(Gay, Married,and Horny) the lead character"s job and a lot of other details were left vague so you can project whatever you want on him and the other characters. 5. Wes and Ken were named after two friends from high school that I really lusted after (although I was too closeted to admit it to myself at the time). 6. And lastly....yep, my stories take place in a wonderful world where you can have repeated gay sex without any "accidents". Not to mention where all hot strangers are open to gay sex, where you can get caught having sex at work and get away with it, etc. :-) Just my rambling thoughts.